Chapter 1315

Xiaoyi speechless, Changfeng, this is the disease again?

Xiao Yi thought about it, but he didn't come forward to disturb him. How can he see that the white man in a trance is Changfeng's eternal enemy? He just doesn't know what the white man has done to make Changfeng so insane.

Xiao Yi waited there for a long time, and he didn't worry that Changfeng would come back to trouble him. What Changfeng said just now was that he had the taste of Taoist priest, and his tone was full of surprise and gratification. Moreover, because of this, Changfeng didn't continue to let Xuehua kill himself, and now he won't make a sudden move any more. Moreover, even if Changfeng really wanted to kill himself, it was still a pity Xiao Yi, a little monk, has no resistance at all.

This is the contrast of strength.

Fortunately, Changfeng didn't last long. When Xiaoyi no longer felt cold in the snow, Changfeng turned around and looked at him with a normal look: "what do you think?"

Xiao Yi later realized that Changfeng was asking him how he felt in the snow. He rubbed his stiff face and said, "I can't accept it just now. It's much better now."

This is the truth, Xiao Yi's body has been immune to the snowflakes here.

Changfeng "eh" a, no response, but in the next moment set off a snowflake storm, toward Xiaoyi.

Xiao Yi's heart thumped. As he was preparing to resist, he heard the voice of Changfeng coming from his mind: "don't move, let these snowflakes melt into your body."

Xiao Yi was afraid to move.

When the snowflakes fall into Xiao Yi's body, Xiao Yi closes his eyes reflexively and prepares for pain. He still remembers the pain just now, but he didn't expect that the cruel snowflakes just fell into his body like raindrops falling into the lake without any feeling.

Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there was nothing wrong. As a result, the next moment, a wave of pain came from Xiao Yi's body, which was overwhelming. In order to prepare, Xiao Yi fell directly on the ground.

Those snowflakes are still permeating into Xiaoyi's body.

This kind of pain is different from before. Xiao Yi feels like there are countless hands together, pulling his body and soul, tearing his soul apart and splitting his body.

If the pain is concentrated in one place, it's OK. It's like someone stabbed you in the abdomen. You know that the pain comes from your abdomen and is reflected in your pain nerves. But now, Xiao Yi can't feel the pain anywhere, or in other words, it's painful everywhere, even the pores are bleeding.

Xiao Yi breathes, like a blunt knife cutting on the meat.

Xiao Yi can't help it any more. He roars in the snow. In his voice, there is some despair besides venting.

I can't bear the past.

The creator of all this, the God Changfeng, just looks at all this coldly, like a compassionate God, looking at the struggling human beings.

At this time, Xiao Yi lost his mind, but he could not help holding his neck with both hands. Changfeng frowned and was not satisfied. He stretched out his hand and held it gently in the air.

"Ah The next second, I heard the roar of Xiao Yi's severe pain.

Changfeng walks up to Xiaoyi. In fact, there is no place for Xiaoyi to be injured. Those body fragments that Xiaoyi thinks are actually illusions. Changfeng reaches out his hand, looks at Xiaoyi tortured in the dreamland through five fingers, and murmurs: "don't blame me, I don't have much time."

Xiao Yi naturally can't hear all this.

And when he felt that his body was no longer painful, the sky and the earth were already dark.

Xiao Yi is lying in the snow with footsteps coming towards him. He doesn't want to move. In fact, when he wakes up, he finds that he and Ben are not hurt. This is a very magical experience. It's like when people are dreaming, they always feel very real. But once they wake up, they will find that everything in the dream is false. But Xiao Yi still didn't want to move, it was mental fatigue, almost killed him.

"Wake up when you wake up." The visitor is not polite at all. He lifts his blue robe and sits next to Xiao Yi, playing with a snowflake in his hand. Xiao Yi has a headache when he sees the six diamond snowflakes.

"Master," he said with fatigue in his voice, "what were you doing just now?"

Changfeng hands a meal, seems to be a little impatient: "want to practice the cold stab, must be in a special environment, ice and snow, cold pool, without real Qi, sitting in the snow for seven to seven forty-nine days, you want to practice, should also be so, but I don't have much time, can't wait so long, can only choose to cold into your body."

Seven seven forty nine days? Xiao Yi was shocked. It's hard to find a long wind. Did he sit in the snow for 49 days before he started?

As if seeing through Xiao Yi's doubts, he said with indifference: "I seized the opportunity at the beginning, so I didn't use it. Later, I founded Tiangong Hanci, which tied the skill to this condition."

That is to say, this man was not sealed by the snow for 49 days at all. Moreover, he decided that all the practitioners would stay in the snow for 49 days! Xiao Yi feels that his heart is stagnant, and suddenly feels that the reason why this skill is missing is that no one wants to practice it?!Changfeng didn't hear Xiao Yi's inner voice and patted the snow on the ground: "get up, I'll teach you how to practice Tiangong Hanci."

Xiao Yi immediately got up and looked at Changfeng's handwriting in the air. He was curious: "master, since you are still there, are the other four gods still there?"

Changfeng's dancing hand stopped. It seemed to think of something, and a wry smile rose from the corner of his mouth: "you think that if they were still there, they would not be in the wilderness. The reason why I am still here is that I couldn't bear my own Kung Fu when I died, and there was no one to inherit it. That's why I left a trace of ghost in it. I'm afraid other people would have disappeared long ago."

Xiao Yi can feel that the fall of the five gods must be a tragic and tragic thing.

Xiao Yi asked again, "what do you mean by saying that I have a Taoist's breath?"

"Oh, you say this," said Chang Feng, stupefied for a moment. He seemed to think of something, and then said with indifference, "that Taoist is also one of the five gods. His name is mo Shen. He is the first one among us to become a God, and he is also the one with the deepest cultivation. But we don't know each other very much. Anyway, the Taoist is very powerful, so I've been fighting with him several times, and I've never met him until now I remember

It seemed that he didn't really want to mention something about the five gods. Changfeng's face became serious and looked at Xiao Yi: "do as I say! Hurry up

Xiao Yi doesn't talk much. He closes his eyes and practices according to what Changfeng has just taught him.

Changfeng's eyes suddenly began to be confused, as if he thought of something, and as if he had forgotten something. Xiao Yi vaguely heard Changfeng's murmur, but didn't care. He just said that Changfeng was ill again, and directly entered the cultivation of Tiangong cold thorn.

He didn't hear it. Changfeng's confused eyes seemed to be controlled by someone. When he got close, he could hear the subtle sound.

Repeated over and over again: "Mo Chen Nameless Mo Chen Another name, nameless. "