Chapter 214

Half an hour later, the burning fire finally stopped, the last layer of battle broke, and the long hidden snow mountain finally showed its true face in the thick smoke.

Behind it is the rolling green mountains and dark colors, like the elegant brushstroke of danqingmiao in landscape painting, hazy and graceful, with thin fog color, dense with the elegant and elegant scenery.

Among the beautiful mountains, only one peak stands out, like Optimus Prime, standing between the mountains in a arrogant posture. It is steep and towering, covering the clouds and avoiding the fog. The mountain is full of snow. It is like a winter giant who strays into the spring mountain. It stands aloof and out of place.

Murong Ling was surprised. She always felt that this snow mountain did not seem to exist naturally. Instead, it was moved by the monks who moved the mountains to reclaim the sea. Otherwise, she could not explain such a strange scene.

Qingxue mountain has been hidden for decades, and many young people have never seen it. When he shows the true face of Lushan Mountain, he can't help but wonder. But it's not surprising to think that there are immortals in the world.

Among the mountains, you can see a castle built on a hill at the foot of Qingxue mountain from a distance. Murong Ling asked the talisman and confirmed that it was the residence of xianmeng. Before they had any action, a group of people rushed out armed. Looking at the clothes, they were the disciples of xianmeng.

Without her squeaking, Murong Ben had already asked the soldiers to meet him, while those in the Wulin went directly to the castle to suppress him. Murong Ling looked at the white snow on the snow capped mountain, and then slipped up the captured friar, "where is ye Zhentian's seclusion?"

Small life is in her hands, the friar dare not answer, bitter face back way, "in the snow mountain. The leader of the alliance is the spirit root of the ice system. He has been practicing on the snow mountain. "

Then he pointed to the position. Murong Ling took a look at it. She had a deep feeling, so she threw the group of friars to Bai Mu and others, told them to look after them, and made them jump away. Seeing this, Murong Ben and Yang lie also used their lightness skills to keep up.

Murong Ling didn't stop her. She let out her divine sense. She saw two monks on patrol at the middle of the mountain. They were only the five layer monks of Lianyuan. Before they had any action, she quickly threw out the ghost rattan to bind them. She jumped forward and twisted one of them by the neck. With two clicks, she looked up at Yang lie's gloomy face.

He left the monk who had no breath in his hand and pulled out a stiff smile on his face. "Princess Qin, we Ming people don't talk in secret. I know you have found my identity. We can talk about each other's gratitude and resentment later. How about you and I join hands for the moment to solve the present difficulties?"

Murong lingsong said, "OK."

Yang lie didn't think that she was so easy to talk. She was slightly stunned, and a dark color flashed in her eyes. "But I have one condition. If I find Hua Yuan Dan, Princess Qin must let her out."

"Hua Yuan Dan is useless to me, so I won't rob you."

Just now, Murong Ben took advantage of their efforts to solve the patrol. He heard some noises. He must have met the other three people, so they didn't delay any longer. They quickly went up. As expected, they saw Murong Ben who was tired of fighting.

He was a little embarrassed and had been stained with blood. As soon as he saw them, he was overjoyed. "Ling'er, Yang lie, come and help."

Just now they were able to solve the problem quickly by surprise, but now they have been shocked, so they have to be entangled. Murong Ling has no hesitation in meeting the highest water system monk. At this time, on the snow mountain, the water vapor is rich, and the water system friars can use their magic to add wings like a tiger. Rao Shi is also weak and hard to resist.

Fortunately, her strength is richer than that of the other party. When the other party's strength is exhausted, she directly throws the ghost rattan to trap people. The evil color flashed in the man's eyes, and he took out something from his arms and threw it. Murong Ling's heart was not good, so she quickly dodged. However, she was slow after all. She was affected by the aftereffect of the explosion of the flame bomb, which made her whole body hit the mountain wall, and the broken rocks stabbed her body. The pain came and she vomited a mouthful of blood.

If you look at Murong Ben and Yang lie, they are more or less affected. Yang lie is far away, but he is not hurt. It's just that Murong Ben's situation is not good. He is accidentally hit in the chest by the other party, and falls out of the mountain road. Only when he hears the cry from the mountain, Murong Ling's heart sinks.

Murong Ben can't die yet.

She quickly ran to see Murong Ben holding the rock and shaking. She immediately threw down the rattan and waited for him to grasp it. Big man's weight is not light, but Murong also makes strength at the same time, soon brought him up.

Just at this time, a strong wind came from behind. Murong Ling rolled sideways to avoid the opponent's thorns and hit him with the rattan. The strength was great. The man immediately got the same experience as Murong Ben and rolled down in a wail. At the same time, Yang lie also solved his problem, leaving only the water friar who had just lost his flaming bullet.

The man had been paralyzed by the poison of the ghost thorn vine, and half of his body was stiff. Facing the three greedy people, he stammered, "you, you can't kill me. My master is going to go out of the gate. He won't spare you."Murong Ling sneered, "kill you first, wait for him to come out."

He called out the golden blade and stabbed the man in the heart. However, at this moment, the accumulated snow suddenly vibrated and formed a thick ice wall to block the golden blade. Murong Ling's eyebrows jumped and quickly flew away. The next moment, the place where she stood exploded, and rocks and snow rolled down, forming a stone rain.

She looked up and saw a man in white standing on the peak with his hands down and his clothes fluttering. If it wasn't for the pallor on his face, which revealed some traces, he was really like a powerful immortal.

When the friar saw him, he was overjoyed. "Master, help me."

Ye Zhentian frowned, showing the color of disgust, but did not sit and ignore. The grip formed by vitality lifted people up and threw them aside. Then he looked at Murong Ling with a chill in his eyes. "Princess Qin, long time no see."

Murong Ling's slight exploration reveals that ye Zhentian's vitality is in disorder. He is afraid that his internal injury has not healed. What's more, his cultivation has fallen down to the early days of the Yuan Dynasty, and even is slightly unstable. A month's hard work is not enough for him to mend the foundation damaged by forced promotion.

She knew that ye Zhentian was just a strong man in the middle, so she said with a calm smile, "no see in January. It seems that the situation of Ye Mengzhu is not good. Why, is there no miracle doctor in the sect to cure the sect leader by alchemy? Oh, yes, there should be. Isn't that doctor Jiang? It's a pity that he's killed himself. "