Chapter 128: Three thousand miles of wind and snow!

Ning Fenghan has cultivated for many years and is already a land immortal, but he has never seen such blue ice.
Precisely because of the cultivation base of a land immortal, Ning Fenghan was more alarmed than anyone present.
Only a land like Ning Fenghan can truly feel that in the ice beneath Chen Xinglie’s feet, there is a vast power that is enough to freeze everything and the world...
Ning Fenghan stared at the ice under Chen Xinglie's feet, and Dao Yin behind him, only feeling that there was a great horror between the two!
The ice rose from the ground and gathered into a high platform in the blink of an eye.
"It's fine when all is here."
Chen Xinglie is in a high position, his tone is light and breezy, like a fisherman sitting on a fishing platform, waiting to collect his net.
Ning Fenghan finally understood why he went to Tushanzong's painting boat to discuss major issues with Lin Daoyuan, that Qin Wannian was with Lin Daoyuan, and they had been fanning the flames, so that everyone hurried to Qingyun City and killed Chen Xinglie. Capture the "Secret Strategy of Not Old Flowers".
At that time, Ning Fenghan still didn't understand why Qin Wannian was ordered by the emperor to gather all the major sects to conquer the Qingyang Sect. Originally, he came only for the "Secret Policy of Immortality", but now he has to give in. No more.
Qingyun City is a trap!
"The Secret Strategy of Immortality" is the bait in the trap.
"Lin Daoyuan!"
Ning Feng gave a cold cry, turned his head suddenly, and looked at the Tushan Sect Master in the crowd.
Cang!
Lin Daoyuan drew his sword in hand.
The vigorous sword intent, pouring out from the Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword, gathered in a ball, wrapping Lin Daoyuan in the sword intent.
"This matter has nothing to do with this suzerain!"
"I Tu Shanzong is the guardian sect of the great king dynasty. When my lord came back to Qingyun City, he came by the emperor's order. Qin Wannian carried the imperial decree. Naturally, the lord must respect Qin. Wannian’s opinion. As for what Qin Wannian wants to do, this suzerain doesn’t know, don’t understand, or don’t know..."
Lin Daoyuan frowned, tried his best to clarify the relationship, and threatened: "The sword in the hands of this Sect Master is called ‘Wan Li Sorrowful Autumn.’ This Sect Master advises you, don’t make mistakes!

Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword!
Ning Fenghan stared at the sword in Lin Daoyuan's hand, his face uncertain.
Chen Xinglie spoke at this moment and said lightly: "Shang Qingkong is far away in Tushanzong, what is so good about her sword? You might as well look up and take a look at this sword in this seat, how about it?"
Ning Fenghan raised his head abruptly, only to feel that Chen Xinglie's voice came from the deepest part of the abyss hell, brewing extreme terror.
Chen Xinglie slowly drew out the big sword.
This gesture of drawing the sword made Li Qinglian tremble all over.
It's this sword!
This is the gesture of drawing the sword.
When Shang Qingkong, the elder of Tu Shanzong's supreme elder, collapsed when Jianfeng was still halfway out of his sleeves.
There was even an illusion in Li Qinglian's eyes, as if Chen Xinglie's posture standing on a cold ice platform was infinitely stalwart and taller than the sky.
Lin Daoyuan held his breath, the hanging Tianhe appeared in his mind.
Qin Wannian fled to a tall building in the distance, staring at the big sword in Chen Xinglie's hand intently.
Jian Feng pointed directly at the sky.
Chen Xinglie put out the starting style of Void Condensation Sword Art.
However, this time is different from the past.
Chen Xinglie only used the sword power of the Void Condensation Sword Art to pour the light behind him from the Taoist Seal of the Xuanming Dharma Realm into the Great Sword. With the help of the Empress’s Void Condensation Sword Art, he released the power of the Taoist Seal of the Profound Mind Dharma Realm. come out.
"This sword in this seat can open the gate of heaven, cover the sun and the moon, wind and snow for thousands of miles, and freeze the common people."
Chen Xinglie raised his tone slightly, and asked coldly: "Doesn't this kind of sword art look better than Shang Qingkong's sword?"
At this point, Chen Xinglie swung his sword out.
hiss!
The sword edge tore the sky apart.
Under the sky, a huge crack opened, revealing a huge door lying flat in the sky, constructed of countless cloud patterns, with a shining light. The door is thousands of miles long and wide, covering mountains and rivers.
In the door is the other world.
Xuan Ming Dharma Realm!
Boom!
After a thunder, the door opened.
People in the world looked up at the gate and could faintly see that there seemed to be a human face and bird body, a very mysterious figure, lying between the sky and the earth, sleeping.
There are two blue dragons, which are regarded as a pair of small earrings by this mysterious figure, falling on the earlobes.
The Azure Dragon, with a scale and half claws, was already as huge as a mountain. As for the owner of the Azure Dragon earrings, it was indescribably huge!
The earring Qinglong is also sleeping.
Only the endless cold breath, pouring down from the huge gate in the sky, the color is white, like frost and snow, covering the sky and the earth.
Suddenly, there were three thousand miles of wind and snow.
The wind and snow formed by the breath of Xuan Ming is different from the wind and snow in this martial arts world, and even the soul and spiritual will of a person can be frozen.
Outside Qingyun City.
Chu Jingyue and the Tu Shanzong disciples stood on the bow of the painting boat, their eyes were full of fear, and they wanted to fly away, but found that the martial art blood in the body was gradually freezing, and suddenly understood that even if they are riding a flying beast to escape, I am afraid. If you can't run far, it will be frozen into ice.
Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Haojie led a group of Qingyang Sect outer disciples, hiding on the top of a mountain twenty miles away from Qingyun City.
The two brothers each held a "thousand-mile mirror" carved from crystals, peeping from a distance, regretful remorse in their hearts.
Zhen Yingxiong felt that his body was about to be frozen, and he cried out mournfully, "You shouldn't be leaving."
"Big Brother!" Zhen Haojie yelled, and felt that his tongue was about to be frozen. He quickly poured martial art blood into the tongue and dredged the meridians. Then, the speech was smooth, and he said: "We just took the order of Brother Chen Before leaving Qingyun City with this group of outer disciples, Junior Brother Chen will definitely not blame us."
"Second brother, there is a difference between each other."
Zhen Yingxiong sighed and said, "At this critical moment, Junior Brother Chen sent our brother out to work, but left the little maid behind. This is the gap!"
Zhen Haojie comforted: "The little maid is a beautiful woman, our brothers can't compare. Or else, let's have a chance to try and see if Brother Chen likes men?"
Zhen Yingxiong scolded angrily: "Shut up! Big brother, I haven't lived enough yet!"
Zhen Haojie still wanted to talk, but the cold air had spread all over his body, unable to speak any more, and instantly condensed into an ice sculpture.
Qingyun City.
In Xiangdong Street, the cold is the heaviest.
Relying on the strength of the martial arts, everyone is still running the martial arts energy and blood, performing the whole body, doing their best to resist the cold.
Unfortunately, manpower is hard to beat the number of days.
This group of people has a small half of their bodies, wrapped in the ice, their legs can not move, and after a long time, they will freeze into an ice sculpture.
Only Li Qinglian, who was covered with a faint Xuanming Dharma realm road seal light, was not affected by wind and snow, and was intact.
On the high platform.
Chen Xinglie walked slowly down the formed by the accumulation of ice and snow.
The mysterious brilliance of the Taoist Seal of the Xuanming Dharma Realm circulated endlessly around Chen Xinglie.
Above Chen Xinglie's head, there is a giant gate with a radius of thousands of miles; beside him, there is a blizzard entangled like a dragon; under his feet, there are snow and ice crystals full of glazed glass.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Chen Xinglie carried the big sword, walked on the snow, walked in front of Ning Fenghan, and stopped...