Three days later.

The snow field in the north.

Three thousand cold heroes, thousands of miles of wasteland. They are covered with silver, which is really a beauty in the world.

The house on the snow field is different from the one on the south side of Haoran Tianxia. The icy bricks are built with icy houses similar to egg shells. They are not only not cold, but also warmer. They are the favorite houses of the extreme northerners.

The people in the far north rely on hunting to make a living. There are often snow rabbits, white mermaids, silver bears and other animals on the snow field. The people in the far north rely on these animals to survive and use these animals to exchange materials for caravans.

The construction of the Far North Ice House will gather to form a group to become a smaller tribe. This is very similar to the nomadic people on the grassland. However, although the Far North people divide their tribes, they travel very frequently and will not attack and plunder each other. This is incomparable to the nomadic people on the grassland.

In a tribe near the border between the extreme north and the Haoran world, a caravan that had just stepped in was exchanging supplies with the local people. A young man wearing a fur coat and tightly wrapped in a tightly wrapped man stood at his father's feet, carrying two cute snow rabbits in his hand. The two little snow rabbits were cute. Because they were too small, they could not break free from the palm of the boy's hand no matter how hard they struggled.

The boy looked at the struggling little snow rabbit and felt a little embarrassed. He looked up at his father holding a bunch of vegetables and asked, "Dad, why do we have to exchange meat for vegetables? The meat is obviously better than vegetables..."

The young man's father was burly and strong, wearing a white bear fur coat, long hair, and looked a little sloppy. He was wearing a big bow behind him, a machete on his waist, and a big quiver on his back, which looked very majestic.

Faced with his son's problem, the man smiled and touched his head, saying, "The meat is delicious and you can't eat it all the time. If you don't eat vegetables, your body will not be able to bear it. Come on, give the snow rabbit to your father..."

Seeing that his father was about to take away two little snow rabbits from his hands, the boy was ready to reach out his hand despite his unwillingness.

"Little donor, how about I buy you two rabbits?"

The boy who was about to stretch out his hands was stunned and turned around and looked behind him. He saw a big bald head appearing in front of him, flashing.

The man was stunned and hurriedly pulled his son to his side. He looked at the monk who appeared silently in front of him and swallowed. He hunted all year round and was most sensitive to footsteps. As long as someone approached him, he would definitely notice it. But this monk was not discovered by him. He must not be an ordinary person.

Seeing the man so panicked, the monk clasped his hands together and chanted: "Donor, I want to buy you two snow rabbits, but I still have some money on you, I wonder if it's okay?"

This great monk is the saint who was in charge of a small town in Yunnan, and he stepped on the roots of Longyan Mountain with one foot.

After saying this, Juegen took out an inch of gold from his sleeve, opened his right hand and handed it to the man.

The boy looked at this golden guy and was very curious.

The man looked at the gold in front of him and felt a little moved. You should know that a ingot of gold can be bought in the market, and four or five silver bears can only be exchanged for one ingot, but now two cheapest snow rabbits can be exchanged for it. How can you not be excited?

"Master...be serious?" The man still didn't believe it. You know, a ingot of gold can buy more than twenty snow rabbits.

Juegen nodded with a smile, folded his hands together, and said, "Gold and silver are things outside the body. These two snow rabbits are young and everything has spirits. Giving the main life is that I want to save the world. I just have a ingot of gold. Without my body, I will not have three thousand copper odors. What do the donor think?"

The man looked at Juegen with a sincere face, smiled and took the snow rabbit from his son, handed it to Juegen, and took the gold.

Jugen nodded slightly and turned around and walked towards the north.

There is a legend in the extreme north that there are terrifying monsters in the north of the evil mountain that stretches for thousands of miles. There is a forbidden area where no one dares to go.

Juegen stood at the foot of the evil mountain that was thousands of feet high in front of him, holding the two cute little snow rabbits in his arms with his hands. At this time, the snow rabbit was obediently lying in Juegen's arms, not moving or making trouble.

He looked around, leaned over slowly, put down the two snow rabbits, looked at the two little guys, chanted together with Buddhas, and smiled and said, "The world is impermanent. I have only this kind of strength, and I can only get here. The Buddha sees a bowl of water, 84,000 insects. Let's cherish it, go..."

Jugen looked at the two running snow rabbits and sighed heavily.

He turned around again and looked at the thousand-foot mountain of evil spirits. He only took one step forward and reached the highest peak. Juegen looked to the northmost point, nodded slightly, and said lightly: "A hundred causes will have results. How can you be at peace in your conscience in twenty years? Buddha, how can you save this world..."

“Master Juegen is still so sentimental…”

Juegen turned his head and looked at the man who appeared beside him at some point. He saw that the latter was wearing a silver-gray mask and black robe, and his whole body was filled with an ominous aura, dark and deep.

"The donor of the black robe..." Juegen clasped his hands together and nodded slightly.

Black robe turned her body sideways, looked at the sky full of snowflakes, and said, "I can't bear it, Master Juegen is so polite..."

The root of Awareness slowly raised his head and stopped talking.

Hei Rou turned his head and looked at Juegen and asked, "Have the master brought the person?"

Juegen slowly took out the bowl from his sleeve and presented it to the black robe's eyes. He said lightly: "It's in this bowl..."

Hei Pao looked at Juegen's movements, sighed, and said, "After all, it's 120 years, the master has grown a lot..."

Juegen smiled and said, "I was already in my twilight years when I met Mr. Black Robe. I was lucky enough to listen to you and I have to hold on to this two-game son. I am already very content..."

Looking at the black robe, there was no change in expression under the silver mask. He slowly raised his hand, pointed to the bowl, and said, "Master, let it go..."

Juegen was stunned and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Black Robe is sure? The sword cultivator in the Thirteenth realm should not be underestimated..."

Hei Rou nodded and said, "Master Juegen has released it and has been subjected to the "Seventy-Two Demon Clusters" of your Buddhism. If Zhao Sanlang makes trouble, can he beat you and me?"

Juegen heard this, covered it with one hand and smiled, "Mr. Black Robe is really a magical idea. Even if I subdue this person, I know that since that's the case, I will release him..."

Juegen slowly lowered his head, covered the bowl with one hand, and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures. He saw the golden light in his hand flashing. In an instant, Juegen aimed it at the black robe and shouted: "Exit!"

As Juegen shouted, Zhao Sanlang instantly rushed out of the Buddha bowl, and the long sword in his hand kept roaring. Zhao Sanlang looked at the black robe in front of him, swung his right sword with a sword, and the thousand-foot sword energy slashed towards the black robe. Zhao Sanlang shouted loudly: "Black robe! I have been waiting for you for 120 years! Take my sword!"

Faced with this sudden change, the black robe was stunned and reacted quickly. His right hand fell from top to bottom, and a black barrier blocked his body, fighting against the thousand-foot sword energy, and without any disadvantage, he was easily resisted. The black robe hit a palm with his left hand, and a black giant palm rushed towards Zhao Sanlang instantly, covering the sky and terrifying.

Zhao Sanlang, who wanted to pursue the victory, was shocked and hurriedly closed his sword to block it. The black palm was extremely powerful. Even Zhao Sanlang was forced back dozens of feet by him, and finally destroyed him with his sword energy.

The Qianzhang sword energy was finally swallowed and dissipated by the black air. After the black robe held hands, he looked at Zhao Sanlang, who was slightly pale, and looked at Jugen again. A smile appeared under the mask, and even his voice was filled with a three-point smile.

"Master Juegen, I really didn't expect it... Monks don't lie, isn't Master Juegen clear?"

At this time, Juegen had already stood beside Zhao Sanlang, his hands folded, and his whole body covered with golden scriptures, looking extremely magical.

"Namo Amitabha, since he wants to save the world, how can there be so many rules?"

Black robe looked at the two people in front of him, and the snow in the sky was unable to get close to his body and slipped away three inches.

"I'm sure I can do it all, but I didn't expect that Master Juegen was such a two-faced man, which really surprised me..." Hei Rou said lightly.

Zhao Sanlang took a sword in front of him, stepped out in one step, and suddenly rushed towards the black robe behind him. Zhao Sanlang snorted coldly: "How come you have so much nonsense! Take my sword again!"

Zhao Sanlang slashed out his sword and shouted loudly: "Thirty thousand miles!"

As soon as this sword came out, the heaven and earth changed color, and the mountain of evil spirits trembled slightly, and the avalanche was like a flood, falling down the mountain.

Black Rou looked at the sword that was coming, slowly raised his right hand, grabbed the void, and in an instant, the black giant palm grabbed the sword energy that was against the sky. It was not until Black Rou was forced to retreat more than twenty feet before Black Rou could disperse the sword move "30,000 miles".

"I am worthy of being a student of the Bull Nose, and I am full of sword energy..."

When Zhao Sanlang heard this, he was already angry. He immediately rushed towards the black robe with his sword and slashed it down again and again. This sword had some personal grudges.

"For more than two hundred years, I'm waiting for this moment today, black robe, for my husband, for this Haoran world, you can't escape today!"

The black robe sneered constantly, staring at Zhao Sanlang who was attacking, and his figure flashed to the other party's side in an extremely fast speed.

Zhao Sanlang was shocked, his sword path changed and he slashed beside him.

"There is no escape? A sword cultivator at the thirteenth level, why should you stop me?"

Black Robe avoided the sword sideways, and kicked Zhao Sanlang's chest with a whip. The latter suddenly felt heavy, like a kite with a broken string, rushing straight towards the evil mountain. Seeing that Zhao Sanlang was about to hit the top of the mountain, he stepped out and came behind Zhao Sanlang in an instant. He held out his palm and stopped Zhao Sanlang who was falling at high speed. With a move of "transforming Qi" to remove the power of the black robe's leg from seven or eight points. The Buddha's light shone everywhere, dissipating the erosion of the black robe's body.

Zhao Sanlang was furious after being hit, "If I hadn't lied to you, I was really hit by Master Juegen's "Seventy-Two Demon Subduing Clusters", could you hurt me?"

Black Rou looked at Zhao Sanlang who was angry and embarrassed, laughed and said, "Even if you are not injured today, do you think you and the monk can keep me?"

The next second, the black robe shook all over, and the dark air covered the whole body, like the demonic evil in hell, and the pressure spread to the sky and the earth.

Zhao Sanlang was startled, his eyes were full of surprise, and he said in disbelief: "The peak of the Thirteenth Realm... How is this possible..."

Black Rou looked at Zhao Sanlang, enjoying the latter's expression, and said lightly: "Do you really think that I have made no progress in more than two hundred years? Even your apprentice with a bull's nose can reach the Thirteenth level. What reason does my Black Rou have not reached the peak of the Thirteenth level?"

Zhao Sanlang was quite shocked, his eyes were full of ruthlessness, and it seemed that it would be a fierce battle.

"So, do you think you and the monk can still keep me?"

"oh?"

At this time, a deep and elegant voice resounded through the evil mountain and the snowy field in the extreme northern regions.

Black robe turned her head and looked behind her, and saw a middle-aged man with slightly white temples standing in the air. After holding his hands, the scholar's breath was rich and colorful.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the black robe in front of him and asked softly: "What about... what about adding me?"

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