This snow-capped mountain is surrounded by an ice sea that has not melted for thousands of years. It is winding and winding, and rarely comes to it on weekdays.

At this moment, at the foot of the vast snow-capped mountain, a thin young man was walking slowly, as if he was about to cross the snow-capped mountain.

Behind him was a beautiful girl in black.

The two communicated with the young master and Su Mei, but most of them were girls in black talking, and the young man nodded.

There was no fluctuation in the cultivation of the two of them, especially the "Young Master" who took three steps to breathe, as if they were extremely weak, and even the girl beside them was not as good as the ones.

"The Heavenly Dao of Peacock Continent suppresses outsiders. There are laws of Heavenly Dao that limit my cultivation at all times. Even the speed of storm's energy has become a turtle speed. My cultivation has not recovered a little so far, but how can your cultivation recover so quickly?"

Zishou was slightly gasping, feeling a little puzzled.

Over the past few days, he has already noticed the suppression of this heavenly way, just like a mountain of Tai pressing on his back, and it takes a lot of money to take a few steps.

Logically speaking, Su Mei's cultivation is not as good as hers. Even if her injuries are healed, she will never be easier than herself. However, the fact is the opposite.

Su Mei smiled and her eyes narrowed slightly, like two beautiful gems: "Maybe it's because I've been in hell for a long time and have adapted to this state. Master, are you tired? Do you want me to carry you on my back?"

At this moment, Su Mei was wearing black ancient clothes and her legs were wearing silk stockings. Although it was black, the overall look gave people a very stunning feeling.

This set of clothes was also found from the Sumeru Ding. It seemed to be a calm dress, and it seemed to be worn by Zhongli.

But he also forgot when such a set of clothes was actually placed in the Sumeru Ring.

After all, over the past few hundred years, he has stuffed a lot of things into the Sumeru Ring, so how can he remember when every thing was put in?

"No need." Zishou rejected Su Mei lightly, looked up at the big iceberg, but felt a little headache.

In the past, you could use the laws of space to shrink the ground into an inch and easily cross the snow-capped mountains. No matter how bad it is, you can transform into a rainbow, or use the Five Elements Escape Technique, but now you can't use anything and can only walk on foot.

"The suppression of the way of heaven is because I still can't adapt. As long as I find a way, I should be able to get rid of this kind of suppression. Shakyamuni and Shiva incarnated into the prehistoric world but were not suppressed by the way of heaven. Perhaps it was because of the way of getting rid of the suppression."

Zishou thought in his heart, but he was not too worried. Even though his cultivation was greatly restricted, there was a killing weapon in his body that was not inferior to him.

The wisp of the ghost fire burning in the heart - Ma Shan.

The ghost fire in the underworld is no longer comparable to that in the past. In terms of cultivation, it may be inferior to Zishou of the seven-turn Hunyuan, but in terms of killing ability and terror, it is still above Zishou. Even the Zhuxian Sword Formation may not be compared with it.

After all, this thing combines many divine flames and fires, and has long been sublimated. It not only has the power of destroying the world, but also can directly burn the soul through the secret.

On that day, Tengtiankun was directly burned to death by the Netherworld Ghost Fire because his soul was burned to ashes.

"Young Master, there seems to be someone in the mountains." Su Mei said.

Zishou looked up and saw that although he could not use his spiritual sense to explore the spirit, he could only use the saint's instinct to detect some strong existences in the mountains.

"This is the Peacock Demon City, with many demonic paths. People in the Demonic path often use any means to indulge in lust. Let's be careful." Zishou said.

"Young Master, do you mean me by indulging in lust?" Su Mei stared at Zishou and said expressionlessly, but there was a smile in her eyes.

This beautiful face and smiling eyes made Zishu unable to help but move.

Zishu's mouth twitched slightly, and Su Mei was seducing herself even with a look.

He didn't even look at Su Mei and walked straight into the mountains.

The north wind swept through the snow-capped mountains, and the cold was biting.

The sound of fighting came from the sound of the wind. Amid the whistling sound, a bronze bell was sacrificed to mid-air, and then a flying sword shot out into the sky with a green light and collided with the bronze bell in the air.

A blue light flashed, and the giant bell was cut in half by the flying sword.

"Junior Sister Qingluo, what else is there to say now? It would be better to merge with my teachings and respect my Wanjun teachings. It should be noted that the three thousand Taoist Dharmas come from Jieshi, and I, Wanjun teachings take one of the ten thousand Taoist Dharmas, and they should be the first of Taoist Dharmas." A strong voice sounded slowly.

Under the hillside, a burly man in blue clothes stood with his right hand tilted his sword, his sword tip trembled slightly, and his head was slanted by the sunlight, emitting a blue and purple light.

Behind the man were seven or eight men in different clothes, some with fierce faces, some with fleshy faces, some with wolves in their eyes, and their weapons were strange, including swords, sticks, chains and hammers.

On the other side, a young woman in purple leaned against a mountain wall, covered her shoulders with her right hand, her face pale and an angry look on her face.

Next to the young woman in purple, there were two girls holding swords to protect each other, but when facing the man in blue, she couldn't help but show her timid expression.

"Think about it, the Yuanshi Tianzun, who is worshipped by you Yuqing Sect, has long been in the world. Now there are only a few people in the Yuqing Sect. Why should I compete with my Wanjun Sect? Even if I let you go now, a year later, the saints will choose their disciples, and you will pick you?"

The man in green walked slowly and spoke.

A girl in front of the young woman in purple said, "She Tianjun, we both have the same sect. Are you worthy of your master if you do this?"

She Tianjun said: "Didn't I give you a choice? Two junior nephews, you see that your master doesn't agree, so She can only use some means."

The girl said nervously: "You, what do you want to do?"

She Tianjun smiled and said, "We Wanjun Sect members cannot get married, but they can just play around, it's okay."

The young woman in purple tightened her face. She was the leader of the Yuqing Sect today, and the Yuqing Sect is a branch of the Aoyan Sect. Since the demise of the Aoyan Sect, the Yuqing Sect gradually became a small sect.

The Wanjun Sect is a branch of the Jie Sect, and it gradually declined during the period when the demonic path was strong.

The Ancient Sect and Jie Sect were also disagreeing with each other in those days, fighting openly and secretly. After that, the two major sects perished, and the small sects that inherited some of their Taoist traditions were naturally not so harmonious with each other.

Wanjun Sect Leader, Wanjun Sect Leader, has been advocating the merger of the two religions over the years, taking the word "Wanjun" of the Wanjun Sect and the word "Jia" of the Yuqing Sect, and combining it into one religion.

Gu Qingluo, the leader of the Yuqing Sect, naturally refused.

Previously, the Wanjun Sect only secretly suppressed it. Later, the saint came and wanted to recruit disciples from the three religions. The secret struggle between them also turned into open disputes, and sent the powerful sect She Kun and She Tianjun to take action directly.

Gu Qingluo's face was pale, and angry flames burned in his eyes.
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