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

More and more cocoons like gold and jade are drawn away, spreading throughout the cliff cave. Under the sunset, it is like burning snow.

Finally, all the cocoons of the snow cocoon were pulled out, revealing the picture inside.

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

Just as she fell, she slowly opened her eyes, then woke up, and naturally stood on the ground with her feet.

A fresh breath emerged from her body and spread out to the surroundings, bringing a breeze, making the cocoons fly faster and faster until they break inch by inch, flying around like a moth, and then disappearing into nothingness.

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

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

Feeling that breath, Xiang Wanshu couldn't help but feel happy and said, "Congratulations to Senior Sister!"

The disciples of Zhongzhou sect bowed and bowed.

Congratulations sounded one after another in the distance.

Bai Zao has reached the peak of the Golden Pill Stage!

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

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

But she did not talk to Xiang Wanshu and her fellow disciples, but looked at the crowd.

Finally her eyes fell outside the crowd.

The crowd naturally separates a road.

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 that requires no words, a relationship that is stronger than metal and stone, and a pair of young monks who have not yet had time to become a Taoist couple.

Bai Zao walked towards Jing Jiu.

Xiang Wanshu and other disciples of Zhongzhou Sect were a little worried and followed her.

The crowd separated a wider passage.

Bai Zao walked to Jing Jiu, bowed slowly and said nothing.

This is a great gift.

There is indeed no need for words, and people will probably understand what is going on.

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

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...

The cold fog did not continue to retreat, and it did not dissipate in front of the cliff. In addition, when encountering such a major event, this Meihuidao Battle ended.

No one of the young disciples who participated in the Taoist war expressed their dissatisfaction, so they took the Zhongzhou sect's cloud boat that day and left the snow field.

The great figures in the world of cultivation were waiting in the wilderness, and even the Duke of Guo rushed over from Chaoge City overnight.

Under the gaze of countless sights, the cloud boat slowly landed on the field.

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

The white snow field is behind the white city, and the two are all white.

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

People waiting in the field cheered.

In such a cold world, the entire Chaotian Continent thought that the dead actually survived. This is a legend.

Not to mention that Luo Huainan's story has long made the image of Jing Jiu and Bai Zaoyi paired with people.

Gu Qing glanced at the boy surnamed Yuan and thought to himself that was your master.

The young man surnamed Yuan was very innocent and thought to himself that was your master.

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...

The courtyard on the field is no different from six years ago. After being cleaned up by spells, it looks brand new.

In the quiet courtyard, there were no idle people waiting, and even the Qingshan disciples and Zhongzhou disciples were stopped outside.

There are only great figures in the world of cultivation such as Heguo Duke and Fang Jingtian. They need to ask clearly what happened to Jing Jiu and Bai Zao.

The beginning of everything is naturally the story of Luo Huainan.

Bai Zao glanced at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu said: "This is not important."

The Duke of Heguo thought about it and stopped asking questions.

The elders of the other sects who can cultivate to the current realm are naturally not idiots. Although I don’t know what Bai Zao’s silence and Jing Jiu’s words mean, this matter is very likely to involve the Zhongzhou sect, so where will I continue to ask questions?

The monk from the sea asked with concern: "How did you survive?"

If anyone asks this sentence, it is easy to be misunderstood as provocation, or something else, but no one will doubt the meaning of the Chief of the Kosengji Ruitang.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything.

Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu and said, "After being trapped in the cliff cave, I was seriously injured. The golden elixir was about to break, and it was almost impossible. Senior Brother Jing Jiu used the sword fire to heat up and passed on my skills, meditating and entering into meditation, and I didn't wake up until today."

Only then did Ren Qianzhu realize that the head's beloved daughter had encountered such a problem, and asked worriedly: "What's the situation now?"

Bai Zao said softly: "Nothing is wrong."

The heads of various sects were speechless, thinking what a disaster it would be for the shattering of the golden elixir to be successfully repaired in such a cold environment?

Duke He Guo was very curious and asked, "What kind of martial arts is so magical?"

As soon as he said that he had lost his words, his martial arts were the biggest secret of practitioners, so how could he say it casually? He quickly waved his hand and signaled Bai Zao to ignore it.

After being trapped in the cold fog for six years, Bai Zao finished it in such a simple sentence, but if you think about it carefully, you will naturally understand the difficulties and dangers.

Many people look at Jing Jiu.

The cold fog is so powerful. 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 energy consumed so quickly that he actually lasted for six years?

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

He Guogong praised: "Fellow Daoist Jing is worthy of being the sword-doctrine genius of Qingshan Sect!"

The rest of the people also exclaimed, but felt a little regretful.

During these six years, Jing Jiu had to ensure that the sword fire was not extinguished, so he naturally could not practice. I thought that the state would stagnate.

"What is your current state?"

The person who asked about it was Fang Shuitian.

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

The big guys thought it was true, and they felt even more regretful.

"Go and rest quickly. The journey of cultivation is endless. It's nothing to delay six years."

He Guogong patted Jing Jiu's shoulder to show comfort.

Jing Jiu looked at the hands on his shoulders and was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything.

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On the wilderness outside the White City.

In the courtyard.

Jing Jiu sat in a bamboo chair, 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 and thought to himself that even if you are the disciple of Master Jingyang’s uncle, you are the same as the other party, but it is always inappropriate to call the name of the Master of the Peak. What if the fellow disciples in the front yard listen to it?

Gu Qing had no such concerns and said directly: "My feelings about Master Fang are not right, but there is indeed nothing unusual."
Chapter completed!