Wild boar

Chapter 465 Preaching
white castle.

under the mountain.

There is a Zhu Pavilion.

The name of this pavilion is the guest-welcoming pavilion.

There was a beautiful lady sitting in the guest pavilion.

It is Zhu Zishan's clone Yue Mo.

Wearing a bamboo hat, Yue Mo sat in the Zhu Pavilion, silently.

Under Yue Mo's bamboo hat, there is a face that is half human and half corpse.

At this time, Yue Mo's divinity was fully activated, but her divinity could not cover up her corpse aura.

Although Zhu Zishan did not allow Yue Mo to directly advance to the golden elixir, he did allow Yue Mo to reabsorb the Chi Kui Yin Soul Orb to raise his cultivation level to the peak of the late stage of god training.

Hundreds of years of divinity cannot be concealed at all, not to mention that Yuemo is still the master of the dark hall, and the low-level disciples of the White Castle have no idea of ​​his existence.

Yue Mo sat under the pavilion, like a dead tree, letting the wind and snow howl, blowing the skirt of her bamboo hat, and the fluttering snow gradually covered her shoulder blades, bamboo hat and a pair of embroidered shoes.

Several hours passed.

Two third-generation disciples holding dogs came to the welcoming pavilion.

This guest-welcoming pavilion is the only way for Qi-training disciples to go up the mountain. Yue Mo is sitting in the pavilion. Although it is not blocking the road, the hunting dogs held by the two third-generation disciples dare not move.

The two hunting dogs snarled at Yue Mo and let out threatening low growls.

The two third-generation disciples calmed the hunting dogs in their hands while looking warily at the woman who was covered by a thin layer of white snow.

This woman is wearing a gauze palace dress, which is completely summer clothing. In this cold winter, it makes people feel cold just looking at it.

The drifting light snow covered the insteps of her feet, which was obviously caused by sitting still for a long time.

suddenly.

The woman wearing a bamboo hat looked at the two third-generation disciples.

"Woof woof woof..." The two hounds yelled wildly, turned around and ran away after barking.

Two third-generation disciples couldn't stop him.

Yue Mo stood up and pressed the bamboo hat on his head, left the guest reception pavilion, and flew to a mountain wall under the Feixian Stone with the flying light.

On the mountain wall.

There is grass as tall as a person.

Yue Mo hid himself in the grass and remained motionless.

Time flies by.

At night.

The wind and snow are even worse.

The snowman sitting on the Feixian Stone was covered with thicker snow clothes. His eyes, ears, mouth and nose were no longer visible, and there was only a vague image of a human being sitting cross-legged and meditating.

"Senior brother...why hasn't the replacement arrived yet?" said a third-generation disciple wearing cotton wool.

"How do I know? My dog ​​can't bear the cold."

"I...I can't stand the cold anymore."

"I said it's not our duty at night, okay?"

"This...isn't right?"

"What's wrong with this? Who steals a snowman at night?"

"That makes sense, let's come early tomorrow."

midnight.

The two White Castle Law Enforcement Hall disciples withdrew.

The two disciples had just withdrawn their front legs.

A strange wind blew on Feixian Stone.

A strange translucent figure emerged from the snowman's body.

He was covered with a boar's skin, naked, and his muscles were strong and strong.

It is the soul of Zhu Zishan.

The soul left the body, and the vast moonlight penetrated the layers of wind and snow and shone on the soul.

The next day.

Early morning hours.

The snow stopped.

Dong Liyi took his stove to the top of the mountain, sat down slowly and waited for the sunrise.

The sun rises and shines upon all things.

After half an hour.

Dong Liyi left the place of enlightenment, went to his alchemy room, and started a day of practice.

It's eight or nine o'clock.

Only two third-generation disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall came to Feixian Stone to wait.

I waited listlessly until noon.

The two third-generation disciples who had changed their shifts finally arrived.

from noon to noon.

The snow at the foot of Ziyun Mountain began to melt, but the top of the mountain was still cold.

into the night...

There are no clouds tonight, not even snow.Melting snow is colder than falling snow.

The two third-generation disciples who were pitifully assigned to guard the snow on the top of the mountain naturally withdrew early.

A demon pill slowly rotated in Zhu Zishan's body.

Haoyue is in the sky.

The moonlight sprinkled down like spring water, and the lunar crystals were densely surrounding the snowman.

The strange sinister wind is rising again.

A shirtless man covered in pigskin floats slowly up into the air from the snowman's body.

The rolling moon-yin crystals surged towards the translucent soul body, seeming to dye the soul with a layer of frosty white.

Early morning of the third day.

Everything on White Castle remains as before.

Dong Liyi still carried his stove to the cliff early to enlightenment.

Then all the disciples were busy in an orderly manner...

About eight or nine o'clock.

The warm sun rises in the cold winter.

The snow is starting to melt a lot.

The busy third generation disciples suddenly discovered that the snowman on the Feixian Stone had shrunk a lot.

When the two disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall arrived at the top of the mountain, they saw a group of people watching the Feixian Stone.

"Senior Brother Bai, the snow is about to melt. There seems to be a person in the snowdrift. He looks pale. Should we drag him out?" A chubby third-generation disciple asked with his fists clasped.

"Don't be too fussy. This is an elder of the sect, you don't need to worry about it!"

"Junior brother Xiao, stay here and don't let anyone get close to the snowman. I'll report to Ziyun Pavilion." After Bai Dang finished speaking, he took his hound to Ziyun Pavilion.

"Go away, go away... The fort master will be here in a moment, don't pile up here." The disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall named Xiao drove away the curious third and fourth generation disciples.

Since the Tianchi Mountain Rebellion, Baibao has undergone nearly ten years of development since it was converted into a sect system.

The population of White Castle in Ziyun Mountain is prosperous, and the number of low-level disciples has even exceeded that of White Castle in the past.

It's just that the number of monks in the training period is small. After all, this group of monks has not grown up yet. However, in five or six years at most, the monks from White Castle will appear in groups.

After a moment.

All the low-level disciples of White Castle dispersed in a rush.

The castle masters Bai Yunting, Zhou Yunlei, and Cheng Qianying appeared one after another.

Except for Zhang Wanru, who is studying the art of swordsmanship in seclusion, all the masters in the divine training stage of White Castle have arrived.

Watching Elder Zhukov break through to the middle stage of spiritual training is of great benefit to monks like them who are in the early stage of spiritual training.

The snow on Ziyun Mountain has begun to melt since last night.

From time to time.

In the entire Ziyun Mountains, only the top of Ziyun Mountain still has snow, but even so, the snow is still melting rapidly...

Elder Zhukov, sitting cross-legged on the Feixian Stone, is no longer a snowman, he has turned into an ice sculpture.

The transparent ice sculpture is melting as the temperature rises, and Zhukov's image in the ice sculpture becomes increasingly clear.

"Is it really okay for Elder Zhu to do this?" Zhou Yunlei asked with a frown.

In his perception, Elder Zhukov had completely lost all signs of life, like an ice corpse.

"Elder Zhu has great supernatural powers and magical powers. Senior Brother Zhou, you don't need to worry." Cheng Qianying said firmly.

"Keep reading." Bai Yunting said.

Two hours later.

There is no trace of ice in the entire Ziyun Mountains.

The black ice on Elder Zhukov's body has completely melted, and the strange thing is that there is no water stain on his body.

to noon.

There is a strong and powerful Zhengyang Qi permeating the sky and the earth.

After this point in time.

It's afternoon.

The yang energy between heaven and earth will gradually dissipate until the yin energy is at its strongest at midnight.

Exactly at this time.

Elder Zhukov, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

An invisible wave swept around.

Bai Yunting, Zhou Yunlei and Cheng Qianying only felt a warm energy flowing through their bodies, giving their souls an indescribable comfort.

Except for the three of them.

The other third and fourth generation disciples stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the Feixian Stone, and their souls also felt a strange warmth.

Everyone saw Elder Zhukov standing up and stepping down from the Feixian Stone.

"Congratulations to Elder Zhu for breaking through to the middle stage of spiritual training. What a joy." Bai Yunting took the lead and said.

"Congratulations to Elder Zhu." Zhou Yunlei clasped his fists.

"Elder Zhu... what method did you use to break through? My younger sister's Leng Yu Gong is also an ice attribute technique. I wonder if I can use the same secret method to break through?" Cheng Qianying asked eagerly.

Zhu Zishan, who had broken through the Shaoyang realm, was in a great mood. He just heard him say: "The sun and the moon never stop moving, yin and yang have their ups and downs, the same qi comes from the same body, and all things are born by themselves..."

(End of this chapter)