Chapter 221 Peeling the Cocoon

The cocoon thread was stretched longer and longer, floating in the air, and the snow cocoon was pulled by the force, turning slowly, and then getting faster and faster.

More and more cocoon threads, like gold and jade, were pulled away, scattered in the entire cliff cave, and under the setting sun, it looked like burning snow.

In the end, all the cocoon threads of the snow cocoon were pulled out, revealing the picture inside.

In the cocoon that filled the sky, Bai Zao sat cross-legged in the air, slowly falling down, with his eyes still closed.

On the way down, she slowly opened her eyes, then woke up, her feet naturally stood on the ground.

A fresh breath emanated from her body, spread out towards the surroundings, brought a breeze, and made the cocoon threads dance more and more urgently, until they broke inch by inch, flew towards the surroundings like moths, and then disappeared into nothingness.

She walked out of the cave, her white skirt fluttering slightly, like a fairy.

Seeing this scene, the people outside the cave were shocked and speechless.

Feeling that aura, Xiang Wanshu couldn't help but salute and said, "Congratulations, Senior Sister!"

The Zhongzhou School disciples bowed and saluted.

Congratulatory voices sounded one after another from the crowd in the distance.

Baizao has reached the peak of Golden Core stage!

In such a cold and cruel environment, it is almost a myth to survive, let alone continue to practice and break through.

At this time, Bai Zao really woke up and probably understood the current situation.

But she didn't talk to Xiang Wanshu and her colleagues, but looked at the crowd.

Finally her eyes fell outside the crowd.

The crowd naturally parted ways.

At the end of this road is Jing Jiu.

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Luo Huainan has been dead for three years.

The story he told is still remembered by many people.

In that story, there is a life and death without words, a relationship that is beyond gold and stone, and a pair of young ascetics who have not had time to become a Taoist couple.

Bai Zao walked towards Jing Jiu.

Xiang Wanshu and other Zhongzhou faction disciples were a little worried and followed behind her.

The crowd parted a wider passage.

Bai Zao walked up to Jing Jiu, kowtowed, without saying a word.

This is a great gift.

It is true that people understand what is going on without words.

Xiang Wanshu and other Zhongzhou sect disciples bowed to Jing Jiu and expressed their gratitude.

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The cold mist did not continue to recede, and it did not disperse in front of the cliff. Coupled with such a major event, this Meihui Dao battle ended here.

None of the young disciples who participated in the Taoist war expressed dissatisfaction, so they left the snowfield on the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou faction that day.

The big shots in the cultivation world were all waiting in the field, and even He Guogong rushed over from Chaoge City overnight.

Under the gaze of countless lines of sight, Yunzhou slowly landed on the field.

Jing Jiu and Bai Zao walked in the front of the crowd.

The white snowfield, behind is Baicheng, and the two of them are all in white.

Looking at this scene, He Guogong showed a gratified smile on his face, and whispered a few words to Fang Jingtian and Ren Qianzhu beside him, causing laughter from left and right.

There was a burst of cheers from those waiting in the field.

In such a severe cold world, people who the entire Chaotian Continent thought were dead survived, this is a legend.

Not to mention that the story of Luo Huainan has long made the image of Jing Jiu and Bai Zao deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Gu Qing glanced at the young man surnamed Yuan, thinking that he was your master.

The young man surnamed Yuan was very innocent, thinking that he was your master.

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The garden on the field is no different from six years ago, after being cleaned by magic, it is as brand new.

In the quiet courtyard, there were no idlers, even the Qingshan disciples and the Zhongzhou faction disciples were stopped outside.

Here are only He Guogong, Fang Jingtian and other big figures in the practice world. They need to ask clearly what happened to Jing Jiu and Bai Zao.

It all started with the story of Luo Huainan.

Bai Zao glanced at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu said, "This is not important."

He Guogong was thoughtful and stopped asking.

The heads and elders of the other sects are not idiots if they can cultivate to the current state. Although they don't know what Bai Zao's silence and Jing Jiu's words mean, but this matter is very likely to involve the Zhongzhou sect, so why would they continue to ask questions.

Du Haiseng asked with concern: "How did you survive?"

If anyone asked this question, it would be easily misunderstood as provocation, or something else, but no one would doubt the meaning of the head of the Law Hall of Guocheng Temple.

Jing Jiu didn't speak.

Bai Zao glanced at Jing Jiu, and said: "After being trapped in the cliff cave, I was seriously injured, and the golden core was about to shatter. It was about to fail. Brother Jing Jiu used sword fire to heat up, and taught me the kung fu. I meditated into meditation, and I didn't wake up until today."

It was only then that Ren Qianzhu knew that the beloved daughter of the sect leader had encountered such a problem, and asked worriedly, "How is the situation now?"

Bai Zao said softly, "It's all right."

The elders of the various sects were shocked and speechless, thinking what kind of disaster it would be if the golden core was broken, and how could it be repaired successfully in such a cold environment?

He Guogong was very curious and asked, "What kind of exercise is so miraculous?"

As soon as he uttered it, he knew that he had made a slip of the tongue. Cultivation techniques are the greatest secrets of practitioners. How could he say them casually? He quickly waved his hand to signal Bai Zao to ignore it.

Trapped in the cold mist for six years, Bai Zao finished it in such a simple sentence, but if you think about it carefully, you can naturally understand the difficulties and dangers involved.

Many people looked at Jing Jiu.

The cold fog is so fierce, if you want to use sword fire to help the cliff cave heat up, wouldn't it be impossible to stop for a moment? The true essence was consumed so quickly, how could he survive for six years?

How abundant is his sword essence? How strong is his perseverance? This is really unimaginable.

He Guogong praised: "You Daoist Jing is worthy of being the swordsman of the Qingshan Sect!"

The rest of the people also expressed their admiration, but felt a little regretful.

During these six years, Jing Jiu had to ensure that the sword fire would not be extinguished, so naturally he had no way to practice, and his realm should stagnate.

"What state are you in now?"

It was Fang Jingtian who asked the question.

Jing Jiu glanced at him and said, "Wu Zhangzhong."

The big shots thought it was so, and felt more and more regretful.

"Go and rest quickly. The journey of practice is endless. A delay of six years is nothing."

He Guogong patted Jing Jiu on the shoulder to express his comfort.

Jing Jiu glanced at the hands on his shoulders, feeling a little uncomfortable, but didn't say anything.

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On the field outside Baicheng.

In the courtyard.

Sitting in the bamboo chair, Jing Jiu looked at Gu Qing and the young man surnamed Yuan in front of him and asked, "Is there anything unusual about Fang Jingtian's behavior on the road?"

The young man surnamed Yuan was a little uneasy. He thought that even if you are the reincarnated disciple of Grandmaster Jingyang's ancestor and are equal to the other party, it is always inappropriate to call the former peak master by his name. What if the fellow disciples in the front yard listen to him?

Lu Qing didn't have these worries, and said directly: "I don't feel right about Master Fang, but there is nothing unusual."