Chapter 450 The Deepest Whiteness

Is it big or small?

This question is not about the points in the dice cup, nor is it about the serving size of the hot pot.

Zen Zi looked at the depths of the snowfield, his expression suddenly became a little more relaxed, and he said, "The one who came should be a small one."

The sword master's voice sounded again, obviously relaxed a lot, and said, "Then you go."

Zenzi raised his bare feet and rubbed the mud on the threshold, lowered his head and said, "Why?"

The knife saint said: "I will come to the big ones, and you will go to the small ones. Didn't you agree when you came?"

Zenzi raised his head, slowly rolled up the monk's sleeves to the crook of his arms, and said, "Although I am young, I am much older than you in my previous life."

The sword master ignored him, and his meaning was very clear. As for your small bowl-like fist, how dare you say big?

The bell sounded from the temple, passed through Baicheng, and echoed on the edge of the snow field. The human cultivators retreated as fast as they could.

The fiercest sword light finally disappeared from the sky.

In the camp outside Baicheng, only the wounded who were too late to evacuate remained, as well as medical monks from Guocheng Temple, Baotong Temple and other places.

The Zen son stepped into the air, and a lotus flower was born in the air where his bare feet fell.

Blossoming lotus flowers go deep into the snow field, fading with the cold wind.

In a few breaths, he had come to the sky over the snow field dozens of miles away.

The violent snowstorm gradually calmed down, and the vision became much clearer. The earthquake caused the snow in the mountains to peel off and fall, revealing the black mountains, which looked very eye-catching in the sky, like red bean buns in white sugar.

Between the snowfield and the black mountains, there are corpses of all kinds of snow country monsters everywhere.

The blood of those monsters was not red, it was painted in the snow field, it looked like a child's random smearing of color, but the strong smell of blood still rose to the sky.

Around the corpses of those monstrous beasts, countless beetle corpses were scattered like ice crystals.

Chanzi stood on the lotus cloud and rubbed his nose.

These are not the corpses left by the previous beast tide, but the consequences of this earthquake.

The war between the Snow Queen and her children was horrific to the extreme, and it was a catastrophe for the life on these snowfields.

Zenzi even saw the corpses of dozens of humanoid snow monsters in the distance.

Human cultivators already know a lot about the Snow Country, and know that the fighting power of this humanoid snow monster is very terrifying, and its strength is equivalent to that of an elder in the practice sect. But this kind of snow monster rarely appears on the edge of the snowfield, and no one has ever seen it except for the big beast tide hundreds of years ago.

According to the observations of the previous generation of strong practitioners, this humanoid snow monster should be Her Majesty's valet or personal soldier, living in the Blue Glacier area 20,000 miles away in the north. As a result, they actually appeared on the edge of the snowfield today, and then died quietly. Did they choose the wrong camp and were killed by the queen, or did they mean that they were court masters who hunted down the princess?

In the small temple, Chanzi clearly felt the terrible breath, but after driving the lotus cloud, he found that the breath had disappeared.

He closed his eyes, and a few shallow wrinkles suddenly appeared on his immature face.

The lotus cloud released dozens of extremely thin silk threads, floating towards the sky and the ground.

Those filaments carry a mysterious and unspeakable meaning, which is unspeakable.

This is the supreme Zen method of the Guocheng Temple.

When the two hearts are connected to the extreme, if you stand close, you can know the thoughts of the other party, which is as magical as mind reading.

Even if you don't know who or where the other party is, you can sense the other party's approximate location and understand the other party's general state through this Zen method.

After an unknown amount of time, Chanzi opened his eyes and murmured, "Evil dragons don't even eat their sons, so the queen must be too cruel."

The Ice Queen is a high-level life that is completely different from human beings, and it is also completely different from the ancient mythical beasts in various sects. Humans know very little about it, but they only know that she will not conspire, because as the ruler of the Northern Continent, the invincible Xeon, she does not need to do these things.

Zenzi felt that the little guy was hiding in the mountain of snowworm corpses, and he was really surprised.

——The little guy was seriously injured, and the fear that originated from the instinct of life made him learn to hide his breath.

It seems that in this battle for the snow throne, the loser can only die, so the little guy will do whatever it takes to escape from the snow field.

Even if it can't go too far south because of the temperature, the human race can't bear it, and must leave it in the snowfield at all costs.

The lotus cloud suddenly dispersed, and Chanzi fell from the sky like a stone and landed on the snow field.

The thick snow and the beetle carcasses on the surface of the snow layer were shattered and scattered like white smoke.

Zen Zi stepped on the frost and snow with bare feet, pointed to a wisp of white smoke, his tongue was like thunder, and shouted: "Be sure!"

The white smoke stagnated suddenly, and a vague appearance appeared, it was a white figure.

The snowfield is full of white, and that figure is also white. The reason why it can be distinguished is because its whiteness is purer and deeper. It is clear and flawless, but it is as striking as the deepest night.

In just a moment, the white figure got rid of the shackles of Zen's thoughts, turned into a white smoke again, and fled towards the southeast.

Those human cultivators standing on flying swords and magic weapons in the distance looked at the scene in the snow field in silence, wondering if this is the legendary queen's child?

The formation presided over by Yimao Zhai has been activated, and the runes on the wall of the northern city that stretches for more than two thousand miles exude a powerful aura.

The imperial guards and the Fengdao Cultists each guarded a section of the city wall. The commander and the Fengdao Cult Master rose into the air, staring at the white smoke vigilantly.

Fang Jingtian came to the Void Realm, stepped on the fairy sword, watched the movement below, and was ready to draw the sword at any time.

According to the judgment of Zen Zi and Dao Sheng, he is not the opponent of this white smoke, but it is obvious that the opponent is seriously injured now, so this opportunity must be seized.

In the farther eastern sky, there is a powerful and quiet aura hidden, which should be the head of the Zhongzhou faction, Zhenren Tan, who is personally sitting in the town.

The Snow Country is the greatest threat to the human race.

Even if it is not the invincible queen who appeared today, but her child, the human race still needs to raise their spirits.

The border between the human world and the snow country is at least tens of thousands of miles long, but the strange thing is that for countless years, the beast hordes have always passed through the snowy valleys around Baicheng. If the southwest is the cold mountain wasteland, with too many underground fire veins, which are naturally incompatible with the life in the snow country, then why don't they go from the east?

This is a question that has always troubled human beings, but the answer has never been found, but for human beings, this is a very lucky thing.

They just need to keep Baicheng well.

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The white smoke had no intention of retreating into the depths of the snowfield, trying to break through the human defense line from the southeast and leave the snowfield.

Obviously, it would rather take great risks to face the collective attack of the strong human race than go back and face its own mother.

Zenzi remained silent, kicked his right leg back onto the bend of his left leg, and fell to the ground.

The ground was covered with frost and snow and the corpses of snow beetles.

Those corpses did not have the color of blood, but had a pungent smell of blood and an extremely strong smell of death.

Zen Zi closed his eyes and sat on the pile of corpses, but he didn't have the slightest demonic nature, just like a real Buddha.

His hands bloomed like lotus flowers in front of him, forming thirteen handprints in the wind and snow in an instant.

A circular light mirror appeared behind him, and countless scriptures appeared on the mirror, with golden light, profound Zen, compassionate but chilling.

The cultivators and divine guards in the human camp had already evacuated, and only the seriously wounded and the medical monks remained.

More than 200 medical monks from Guocheng Temple walked out of the camp, sat cross-legged in the snow, and began to recite scriptures.

"May my mother escape from hell forever. She will be thirteen years old and free from felony crimes and evil paths."

"All the Buddhas of the ten directions have compassion on me, and listen to the great vows I made for my mother."

"If my mother is separated from the three ways forever and she is lowly, and even the body of a woman will never be spared."

"May my mother, from now on, face the image of the pure lotus flower-eyed Tathagata, but in the next hundred thousand million kalpas, there should be a world, and she will become righteous and enlightened." (Note)

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The scriptures floated on the edge of the snow field.

Countless words that seemed to be real flashed golden light and floated into the sky, forming a light mirror.

This light mirror looks exactly the same as the transparent light mirror behind Zenzi, but it is at least a thousand times larger, and it seems to cover half of the sky.

Moreover, this light mirror is not transparent, its color is extremely deep, and its quality is like the earth.

Zenzi opened his eyes, his eyes were terrified, and he shouted: "Photograph!"

The huge light mirror in the sky slowly rotated, and the scriptures on the mirror emitted countless golden lights, which were condensed into a beam of light by invisible forces and shot towards the snow field.

The beam of light fell on the transparent light mirror behind Zenzi impartially, then passed through, changed direction, and increased its power countless times at the same time.

The beam of light fell with Zen Zi's sight, and hit the white smoke right in the middle!

There was a loud bang!

The white smoke let out an angry scream, scattered into flying snow all over the sky, was swept by the strong wind, and receded towards the depths of the snow field.

Most of a black rock mountain collapsed, the snowfield trembled uneasy, and dense clouds rolled in the sky.

The more than two hundred medical monks sitting cross-legged on the ground could no longer maintain their posture and fell down one after another.

The wind and snow all over the sky fell on Zenzi.

He ignored it and just walked back from the snow field.

With his footsteps, those snowflakes fell from the monk's robe.

There is a patch of snow that is very dark in color.

Not stained with ashes.

It is deep white.

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(Note: The scriptures chanted by the doctors and monks in Guocheng Temple used a section of the Ksitigarbha Sutra, and some of them were edited and deleted. I think it is very interesting to use it on the mother and daughter of the queen. In addition, I wrote Jian Ruoyun as Jian Ruoshui yesterday, but I was laughed at. I didn’t forget Jian Shui’er. A few days ago, I wrote Ping Yongjia as Ping Yongjia. Happy. I really like her who is about to walk out of the snow field. It’s not that kind of liking, but I really want to write an image that I haven’t written before. I hope I can write it. Don’t blame me if I can’t.)