Chapter 447
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Seeing that most of the people had already stepped into the snow and started to play with their swords, Lian Zizhuo, who was sitting on the stool, gently leaned his body to his left side, using his left hand to support his temple. At the same time, he lifted his right foot and stepped on the stool.
It was completely different from how he sat upright and still. His body exuded a sense of relaxation.
This scene was all caused by one thing.
Plum Blossom Jade Mirror!
Blinking his eyes, Lian Zizhuo's lips curled up. His fingers played with a strand of unruly purple hair in front of his forehead.
It was a treasure of the Spiritual Gate.
Its quality … could not be identified.
This thing was like an otherworldly object, even if Master Wujiang and Master Lixue joined forces, they could not subdue it.
It was buried under the Mang Mountain, shaped like a courtyard. It was deeply connected to the earth, unable to communicate with spiritual power, and unable to recognize its owner with blood.
It was once thought that it did not belong to the category of magical weapons.
This thing had a kind of aura, which could make people who stepped into the Mang Mountain see plum blossoms and snow, and then fall into an indescribable mood.
Desire … to vent oneself.
Therefore, the butterfly of sand, after hearing the snow, would display the extreme power of fire. Yinan would use poetry to confess to Violet Ring.
In fact …
They were all under a spell.
It was not a spiritual attack, nor was it an illusion suppression, but a kind of dream-like control.
It could be imagined that once the disobedient knives stepped into the snow, it was very likely that they would use the knife skills of Master Lixue in a state of desire to break through themselves!
Yes!
That's it!
Thinking of this, Lian Zizhuo's dark eyes flashed with a wicked light.
Little knives, be obedient and expose yourselves!
Your senior brother is waiting for you to cry and admit your mistakes. Is one hundred times enough? If not, give me two hundred!
"Xiaoxiao! Xiaoxiao! "
The handsome idiot held a torn sleeve in his hand as he walked aimlessly in the wind and snow.
He was a little panicked.
Only when he was by Zhen Xiaoxiao's side, his condition would be stable. At most, his heart would occasionally beat faster, and his ears would burn a little. But suddenly, he lost sight of her. He suddenly felt his soul was in chaos, and his consciousness, which was finally clear, was about to be torn apart by the fluctuating emotions.
"Xiaoxiao, where did you go? Didn't we agree … to go wherever we go? "
He felt rather wronged.
Small Gruel was tired of walking. He squatted on the ground and began to draw on the snow with his finger.
One little, two little …
There were already five Littles, and the real Littles was still not here …
Looking at the four little people on the ground, Small Gruel's expression suddenly lit up. He recalled Xiaoxiao's instructions to him before they parted ways!
"No matter what, I must go to the most powerful sect in Dongling!"
That's right!
Small Gruel raised his head with a confident expression.
"Xiao Xiao must have gone to the Spiritual Gate and the East Hall, waiting for me to find her!"
Small Gruel's gaze swept across the boundless snowstorm and quickly locked onto his feet. Without hesitation, he jumped up high and threw a punch forward!
Bang!
Rocks flew in all directions. At that moment, the snowy scenery of Mount Mang seemed to distort for a moment.
His right hand stretched out on the ground, grabbing and grabbing.
Just like in the past, when Little Porridge scooped up the Seven Leaves Cauldron from the ground in the dark and damp herb forest in Seven Leaves Valley, very soon, Little Porridge scooped out a palm-sized, exquisite little garden toy from the snow.
"So … I can go to the most powerful sect?"
He thought.
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