The Path Toward Heaven

Is it big or small?

This is not about the number of points in the dice cup, nor about the size of the hot pot.

Zenzi looked at the depths of the snow field, and suddenly his expression became relaxed, and said, "It should be small."

Dao Sheng's voice sounded again, apparently relaxed a lot, and said, "You go."

Zenzi lifted his barefoot and pricked the mud on the threshold, lowered his head and said, "Why?"

Dao Sheng said: "I am the big one, you are the younger, are n’t you saying that when you come?"

Zenzi raised his head and slowly rolled the monk's sleeve to the arm bend, saying, "Although I am young, I am much older than you in my previous life."

Daosheng ignored him, the meaning is very clear, just your small bowl-like fist, sorry to say big?

The bell rang out from the temple, passed through the White City, echoed on the edge of the snowy field, and the human race practitioners retreated backwards at the fastest speed.

The sharpest sword light finally disappeared from the sky.

In the camp outside Baicheng, there were only wounded who were too late to evacuate, as well as medical monks from Guocheng Temple and Baotong Temple.

A Zen lotus rises in the air, and a lotus flower is born in the empty place.

Blossoming lotus flowers go to the depths of the snow field, and fade with the cold wind.

Within a few breaths, he had come over the snow field dozens of miles away.

The violent wind and snow gradually calmed down, and the vision became much clearer. The earthquake caused the snow in the mountains to peel off and fall down, exposing the black mountains, and looking unusually bright in the sky, like red bean bags in white sugar.

The bodies of various snow country monsters are everywhere in the snowy fields of Montenegro.

The blood of those monsters is not red. It is painted in the snow field and looks like a color block smeared by children at random, but the strong **** smell still rises to the sky.

Around the corpses of the monsters, there are countless beetles corpses scattered like ice crystals.

Zenzi stood on the lotus and rubbed his nose.

These are not the corpses left by the previous beast tide, but the consequences of this earthquake.

The war between the Snow Queen and her children was truly terrifying, and it was an absolute disaster for the life on these snow fields.

Zenzi saw dozens of human-shaped snow monsters even farther away.

Terran practitioners already know a lot about Snow Country, knowing that the fighting power of this humanoid snow monster is very scary, and its strength is equivalent to the elders in the practice sect. But this kind of snow monster rarely appears on the edge of the snow field, and no one has seen it except for the beast tide hundreds of years ago.

According to the observations of the former practitioners, such humanoid snow monsters should be her servants or relatives of the Queen, living in the Blue Glacier, 20,000 miles north. As a result, it actually appeared on the edge of the snowfield and died silently. Is this the wrong camp chosen by the Queen, or are they the masters of the court who hunted down the princess?

In the small temple, Zenzi clearly felt the terrible breath. After driving Lianyun, he found that the breath had disappeared.

He closed his eyes, and a few light wrinkles suddenly appeared on his tender face.

Dozens of very thin silk threads were scattered from the lotus cloud, floating towards the sky and the ground.

Those thin ribbons are mysterious and unspeakable.

This is the two minds of the Supreme Zen of Guocheng Temple.

The two minds are practised to the extreme. If you stand close, you can know each other's thoughts, just as wonderful as mind reading.

Even if you do n’t know who or where the other party is, you can use this meditation to sense the other party ’s approximate location and understand the other party ’s approximate state.

I don't know how long it took, Zenzi opened his eyes and murmured: "The evil dragon is not eating, and the queen is too cruel."

The Snow Queen is a high-level but very different life from humans, and is completely different from those ancient beasts from various denominations. Humans know very little about it, but only know that she will not conspiracy and tricks, because as the ruler of the northern continent, the world's invincible Xeon, she does not need to do these things.

Zenzi felt that the little guy was hiding in a mountain-like snowworm corpse.

——The little guy was very injured, and the fear from life instinct made him learn to hide.

It seems that in this battle for the throne of snow, the loser has only one way to go, so the little one will escape the snow field at all costs.

Even if it ca n’t reach Tainan because of the temperature, the human race ca n’t bear it, so it must be left in the snowfield at all costs.

The lotus cloud suddenly dispersed, and the Zen child fell from the sky like a stone and fell on the snowy field.

The thick snow and the beetle carcasses on the surface of the snow layer were shattered and shattered like white smoke.

Zenzi stepped on Frost and Snow with bare feet, a ray of white smoke on his fingers, and his tongue fluttered like a thunder, screaming: "OK!"

The white smoke suddenly stagnated, showing a vague appearance, it was a white figure.

Snowfields are white everywhere, and that figure is also white. The reason why it can be distinguished is that its whiteness is more pure and deeper, it is clear and white, but it is like the deepest night, very eye-catching.

Within a moment, the white figure got rid of the fast binding of Zenzi's idea, changed into a white smoke again, and fled towards the southeast.

In the distance, those human race practitioners standing on the flying sword and magic weapon, watching the picture in the snowfield silent, wondering if this is the legendary queen's child?

The formation method presided over by Yi Maozhai has already begun, and the runes on the wall of the North Kingdom, which stretches more than two thousand miles, exudes a strong breath.

The imperial guards of the imperial court and the windblade cults each guarded a section of the city wall, and the commander and the windblade lords rose into the sky, staring vigilantly at the white smoke.

Fang Jingtian came to the realm, pedaling the fairy sword, watching the movement below, ready to make a sword at any time.

According to the judgment of Zen Zi and Dao Sheng, he is not the opponent of this white smoke, but it is clear that the other party is seriously injured now, and this opportunity naturally needs to be seized.

In the more distant eastern sky, there is a strong and quiet breath that does not appear. It should be that the head of Zhongzhou sent a real person to sit in town.

Snow country is the biggest threat to human race.

Even if it is not the invincible Queen who appears today, but her child, the human race still needs to bring up the 120,000 points of spirit.

The boundary between the human world and the territory of the Snow Country is at least tens of thousands of miles long, but it is strange that for many years the beast tide has traveled south through the snowfield valleys around Baicheng. If the southwest direction is a cold mountain wasteland, there are too many fire pulses underground, which are incompatible with the life of the snow country, then why don't they go from the east?

This is a problem that has always plagued humans, but no answer has been found, but for humans, this is a very lucky thing.

They just need to guard Baicheng.

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The white smoke did not mean to return to the depths of the snowfield, trying to break through the human defense line from the southeast direction and leave the snowfield.

Obviously, it would rather take a great risk to face the collective attack of the strong human race than go back to face its mother.

Zenzi was silent, kicking his right leg backwards to the left leg, and fell to the ground.

The ground was covered with frost and snow beetles.

Those corpses did not have the color of blood and water, but had a pungent **** smell, and an extremely strong taste of death.

Zenzi was sitting in the corpse with his eyes closed, but he was not magical.

His hands were blooming like a lotus flower in front of him, and thirteen handprints were made in the wind and snow.

A round light mirror appeared behind him, showing countless verses on the mirror surface, glittering, deep in meditation, but merciful but killing.

Both the practitioners and the Guardian Army in the Terran Camp have been evacuated, and only the seriously wounded and the medical monks have remained.

More than two hundred medical monks from Guocheng Temple came out of the camp, sat down with their knees in the snow, and began to recite scriptures.

"May my mother, never hell, be thirteen years old, and be free of felony and evil."

"The Buddhas of Shifang mourn me, and listen to my vows for my mother."

"If my mother never leaves the three roads and is cheap, even the woman will never be robbed."

"May my mother, like today, be as clean as she was before the pure lotus flower, but she should have the world, and she should be righteous." (Note)

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Scripture floats on the edge of the snowy field.

Countless words seem to flash gold light into the sky, forming a light mirror.

This light mirror looks exactly like the transparent light mirror behind Zen Zi, but it is at least a thousand times larger, and it seems to cover half the sky.

And this light mirror is not transparent, its color is extremely deep, its quality is like the earth.

Zenzi opened his eyes, killed his eyes, and shouted, "Photo!"

The huge light mirror in the sky slowly flowed up, and the verses on the mirror scattered countless golden lights ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, which were condensed into a light beam by invisible forces and shot towards the snowy field.

That beam of light fell impartially on the transparent light mirror behind Zen, and then passed through, changing direction and increasing countless times of power.

That beam of light fell with Zenzi's sight, right in the middle of that white smoke!

A loud noise!

The white smoke gave out an angry howling, scattered into the snow, was rolled by the wind, and receded deep into the snow.

A black rock mountain collapsed more than halfway, the snowy field was shaking and the clouds were rolling in the sky.

The two hundred medical monks sitting cross-legged on the ground could no longer keep their posture and fell.

The blizzard fell on the body of Zen.

He ignored and walked back from the snowfield.

As he walked, those snowflakes fell from the monk's clothes.

There was a dark patch of snow.

Not stained.

It is deep white.

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(Note: The scriptures praised by the doctors and monks of Guocheng Temple use a section of the Jisang Sutra, and a part of it has been deleted. It feels particularly interesting to use it on the mother and daughter of the queen. In addition, yesterday wrote Jian Ruoyun as Jian Ruoshui Was she mocked for not forgetting Jane Shuier? I wrote Ping Yongjia as Ping Yongjia a few days ago, and there was something wrong. As I said that day, I have been really tired recently. After a few days, I will modify it. Today On Christmas Eve, I wish you all peace and happiness regardless of the festival. I really like her who is about to leave the snowfield, not like that, but I really want to write an image that I haven't written before, I hope to write it, Do n’t blame me if you ca n’t write it.)

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