Looking at the National Cavalry who were preparing to charge, hundreds of teachers and students in the Tiandaoyuan were not afraid at all, but became even more excited, and their shouts were getting louder, feeling like unity.

In addition to the slogan of guarding the way of heaven, teachers and students still curse more. The most ruthless person is of course the Taoist Shuxin, who is now regarded as a traitor for mercy in the court, and the name of the King of Linghai often appears, and sometimes even disrespectful words involving His Majesty the Pope.

Listening to the scolding, the King of Linghai's face became more and more gloomy, but if you look carefully, you will find that the emotions in his eyes have not changed at all.

Judging from the strength of both sides, of course, the Palace has an absolute advantage.

The cavalry of the National Cult is as famous as the Xuanjia Cavalry, and the black-clothed deacons in the Tianji Hall are even known as the assassins of the former Qing Lisi and Tianji Pavilion.

The Heavenly Daoyuan does have a profound foundation and has cultivated many strong people. Now there are many bishops in the palace who also come from here, but after all, they are just an academy.

The reason why Tiandaoyuan could last for such a long time can only be said that Zhuang Zhihuan's heart is hard enough, while the teachers and students' blood is hot enough.

Facing hundreds of teachers and students who are willing to sacrifice their lives and shed their blood, if the palace attacks, it will inevitably turn into a bloody killing. Moreover, the current situation and the cause of the incident are different from the National Education College bloody case more than 20 years ago. The King of Linghai, who is responsible for this matter, will be terrified for thousands of years, and Chen Changsheng will not be much better.

On the premise of not bleeding, how to make the teachers and students of Tiandaoyuan give up resistance is what the palace should do.

However, the eyes of the King of Linghai were still so indifferent. No matter how hard Taoist Shuxin begged, he had no intention of taking back the order.

Seeing that the cavalry of the state religion was about to launch a charge, the black-clothed deacons were about to raise the sickle of death in their hands, Shuxin Taoist felt a sense of sadness and despair.

He seemed to see the still tender faces of the young students who were soaked in the sea of ​​blood.

The next moment he suddenly felt dazzled - the Heavenly Daoyuan did not become a sea of ​​blood, but a sea of ​​ink.

A shadow fell from the sky and landed on the ancient buildings of the Heavenly Daoyuan.

The shadow was so deep that it seemed to have a substance, and it also looked like a real night.

The angry shouts stopped, and the young students of the Heavenly Dao Academy looked up at the sky in a daze.

They failed to see the body that brought that shadow.

Countless snow floated in the dim sky, obscuring all eyes.

"It's snowing!" a student shouted in surprise.

"Why does it snow at this time?" a student shouted in surprise.

It is already early spring, and even if it is late spring, there is no reason for falling snow.

The students were very surprised and started to talk, and some even forgot about the murderous cavalry outside the yard.

But there are still many people who have not forgotten the situation facing Tiandaoyuan and classmates.

Looking at the beautiful snowflakes in the sky, a pretty female student murmured with tears in her eyes: "The way of heaven is above you, and you also think that such a world is too dirty, so you have to fall this holy snow to cleanse our eyes and soul?"

Some students heard her words and felt empathy and prayed to the sky. They were a little sad and had a stronger will.

The King of Linghai said indifferently: "After the snow melts, the ground is still full of filth. How can the gods deceive themselves?"

A low roar suddenly sounded in the sky.

The roar was extremely low, but it was not faint, like a thunder hidden in the deepest part of the clouds, or the deepest river underground.

People looked up at the sky, their faces full of shock, thinking that this was God's response?

Is it to respond to the female student's words? Or the King of Linghai's words?

That sound had a very obvious will.

That is indifference, looking down, and not interested.

Whether the King of Linghai came with the National Cult cavalry or the Taoist Shuxin stood opposite him with several scholars, Zhuang Zhihuan's expression did not change at all.

But when he heard the buzzing sound, his face became a little strange, and he even saw a hint of hesitation and retreat deep in his eyes.

He heard it.

This is a dragon roar.

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...

The number of snowflakes in the sky suddenly increased dozens of times, and the cold wind became extremely bitter.

The wind and snow danced wildly, and the temperature inside and outside the Heavenly Daoyuan dropped sharply.

Whether it is the green vines on the stone wall or the thousand-year-old tree in the deepest, they all become beautiful branches.

Thin ice formed on the surface of several small lakes, and then thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye. Within a few breaths, it turned into a smooth ice lake as smooth as a mirror.

In a remote courtyard, the well water in the deep well was frozen, and several cracks were spread out on the surrounding ground.

The whole world has become white and has become a realm of ice and snow.

Most ordinary students have become snowmen.

They can still see things and think, but they can no longer move, and even maintain a look of shock on their faces.

Zhuang Zhihuan was a talented genius when he was young, and now he is one of the few Taoist masters in Kyoto, so naturally there is no problem.

There are more than a dozen teachers and students with good level of experience and can still support them.

Their faces were pale and their lips were a little blue.

The teachers and students suffered internal injuries because of the severe cold invasion of the Qi orifice and the Inner Palace.

Zhuang Zhihuan found that he suddenly lost all his reliance.

Where did this snow come from?

Why is it so violent and terrifying?

The teachers and students of Tiandaoyuan thought about this question with fear.

At this time, a figure slowly walked from the other end of the wind and snow.

The figure was walking a bit weird, seemingly inconsistent, but it gave people a feeling of being particularly stable.

Or is it because that person only has one arm?

Looking at the figure, looking at the empty sleeves dancing wildly in the wind and snow...

Even those young students who cannot move and cannot express their expressions have their eyes full of joy.

The teachers and students who could still speak out shouted in surprise.

"Senior Brother Guan Bai!"

"Daming!"

"Senior Brother!"

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...

Following the famous stone path, Guan Bai walked into the Heavenly Daoyuan and stopped.

He stood between two stone walls.

There are many names on the stone wall, and a line of words is engraved at the top - "The good wind often borrows the power and sends me to the blue sky."

This is the Qingyun List.

When he was studying in the Heavenly Daoyuan, his name once appeared on the stone wall, and it was on the top.

Because of this and many other reasons, he has always been the greatest pride of the Heavenly Daoyuan, both back then and now.

So even though he knew that his realm and strength might not necessarily change the current situation, but when he saw him appear, the students of Tiandaoyuan couldn't help but shout in surprise.

However, the next moment all the sounds disappeared, and all the surprises turned into shock.

Because Guan Bai looked at Zhuang Zhihuan and said something.
Chapter completed!