The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 113: Countless blood plums in the distance

The morning sun rose, and the cold fog finally dissipated. People looked out along with the fog and saw more than a dozen snow-footed beasts lying on the ground, already dead.

The high-level Snowfoot beast, which was obviously larger, was bombarded and killed by Bai Zao's magic treasure, leaving only half of its body. The four snow-footed beasts with pierced heads should have been killed by Yaosongshan with the Qingshan sword. The death of the other snow-footed beasts was even more miserable, with broken limbs and cracked armor, and blue blood flowing everywhere.

The stone tainted with poisonous blood is filled with fine bubbles, making a sizzling noise, and the picture is terrifying.

What's even more shocking is that there are still snow-footed beasts in the outer area. There are one or two tens of meters apart, and they continue to hundreds of meters away.

A similar picture can be vaguely seen even further away.

How many snowfoot beasts died?

Only then did people know that the sound that disappeared out of the fog last night was not something that happened, but that he was chasing down the snow-footed beasts?

They looked at Jing Jiu, their eyes were full of shock, even Yao Songshan was the same.

Last night's dense fog was as cold as it was able to isolate the spiritual consciousness, which is extremely detrimental to practitioners. Snow-footed beasts can fight by instinct but are not affected.

How did he do all this?

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Jing Jiu and Bai Zao stand side by side.

One is fluttering in white.

One has a white skirt fluttering.

Those young people looked at this scene with a smile on their faces. Who doesn't like such a beautiful scene.

The Heavenly Lady of the Zhongzhou School and the kendo wizard of the Qingshan School, are really a pair of wall men.

"Who do you support?"

The female disciple of the Suspended Bell Sect asked Yao Songshan with her eyes wide open.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Yao Songshan said.

The female disciple of the Suspension Bell sect curled her lips to express her disdain.

Yao Songshan thought blankly. Although Miss Bai Zao is good, she certainly has to support Shishu Zhao.

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The picture of Jing Jiu and Bai Zao standing side by side is very beautiful, but the picture they saw was not like that.

The corpses of snow-footed beasts on the ground, a green sap that is more disgusting than moss, smeared on the snow.

But they didn't care, and their initial conversation had nothing to do with the scene before them.

"You promised me that night, not to move the old forest for the time being." Bai Zao said.

Jing Jiu appeared in time. She didn't even use the golden pill, and her injuries were not serious. After taking some pill, she quickly regained her spirit.

Jing Jiu thought about what she said that night, and said, "I didn't move Immortal Lin."

Bai Zao looked at him seriously and said: "You have no evidence that Shi Fengchen was involved in this matter, then you should not move him."

Jing Jiu said: "You have no evidence either."

This means that many people, including the Zhongzhou faction, suspect that Shi Fengchen was forced to death by him.

Bai Zao said: "You should be very clear, just relying on Shi Fengchen can not tell the old Lin."

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, I know he has contact with people in Jingxin Mansion."

Bai Zao looked more serious, and said: "Is there no evidence, are you still planning to move the prince?"

Jing Jiu said: "In fact, I moved him first, and then these things happened later."

So no matter from the prince's side or from there, Zhao Layue was assassinated because of him.

The content of this sentence, Bai Zao feels that he needs to think carefully in the future. She stopped discussing this issue, pointing to the openings in the snow, and said: "The snow-footed beasts of last night did not come out of the canyon, but came out from deep underground."

Jing Jiu said, "What do you want to say?"

Bai Zao said: "The iron nematode that you encountered, and the snow-footed beast from last night, may be something that was left deep in the ground during the beast tide."

Jing Jiu said, "Can you sleep for so long?"

Bai Zao said: "As long as it is buried deep enough."

Jing Jiu asked: "Then why did they come out? It is impossible to be awakened by the Dao war."

Bai Zao said: "I don't think they are going to attack us, but want to return to Snow Country. They just happened to meet us. Although I don't know what happened in Snow Country, the monsters that have been sleeping underground for hundreds of years are actually It must be a big event to wake up collectively."

Jing Jiu thought to himself, that he really should come over and take a look.

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At noon, the sun is too strong to be suitable for meditation and retreat.

The teachers and disciples of various sects successively walked out of the courtyards of Xishanju, and walked under the rain corridor according to the habits developed these days to admire the dozens of plum paintings.

Of course, they are most concerned about the performance of their disciples. In addition, it is Luo Huainan, Bai Zao and Tonglu. The plum picture of Bai Zao has been praised by Zen, and the picture of Luo Huainan and Tonglu has plum blossom knots. The most, and it is said that they traveled the farthest to the depths of the snowy field.

The Mei Tu by Jing Jiu has also received a lot of attention, but there has been no change for several days, and people's interest has gradually faded.

The painter walked out of the high-rise building on the mountain, and people walked along with it. They were surprised to find that the painter finally stopped in front of Jing Jiu's plum painting.

That team finally got a new win? Or is it... dead again? ..

Somewhat strangely, the artist did not pick up the pen and began to draw plums, but stared at the mostly blank drawing paper, with a dazed expression.

After a while, he glanced at the file he was holding, as if he wanted to confirm it, and then continued to stare at the painting in a daze.

Finally, a practitioner couldn't help but ask: "What's the matter?"

The painter said with a sad face: "I don't know how to paint."

Hearing this, people were a little stunned, thinking whether it is to add plum blossoms or cross out the names, it is just a matter of writing, what's the difficulty?

The sound of the wind rang.

More than ten great figures in the spiritual world came to the room.

The head of Kunlun, Daze Ling, and the abbot of Baotong Temple, Nan Wang, and the Zhongzhou faction, which rarely appeared a few days ago, also came to an elder in the transformation stage. The absence of a bell ringing meant that there was no need to clear the venue. The monks bowed and bowed, letting them go to the corridor and did not leave. It was even more strange, thinking about what happened?

Nan Wang looked at the painter and asked, "Why haven't I painted yet?"

The painter smiled bitterly: "I really don't know how to write."

"How about I try?"

He Zhan walked in from the courtyard.

Of course, his talents and talents needless to say, he also took the second place in Meihui's battle. For some reason, he did not participate in this year's road war.

The head of Kunlun looked at him and said in a cold voice: "You do something too."

Nan Wang said: "The painting is beautiful."

He Zhan smiled and saluted, walked to the painting, took the file from the painter's hand, and looked down.

He had guessed a bit, but looking at the text on the dossier, he was still a little dazed, and a wry smile appeared on his face immediately, thinking that it's no wonder it's not easy to draw.

He looked at the painting and meditated for a while, took the pen from the painter's hand, dipped some cinnabar, and vibrated his wrist slightly, then waved to the painting.

Papa, pop, intensive sounds, like falling rain.

Those bright red paints fell on the white paper~IndoMTL.com~ They were spots, like raindrops.

People are very surprised, wondering what is this doing?

He Zhan ignored it, changed his branches, dipped in some ink, and continued to paint calmly.

A line of ink appears between the red dots on the full paper.

The ink lines are extremely thin and light, and you may not even be able to see them if you don’t look carefully.

People gradually understood what he was doing.

That is the plum branch that stretches into the distance.

What about these bright red blood spots? Is it the plum blossoms that grow on the branches?

How many plums does this have?

The front of the corridor is silent.

People were shocked and speechless.

What happened overnight?