Du Shuqing held the special Yunmeng Order in his hand, and constantly injected spiritual energy. A bronze long sword was floating above his head, and two swords of one person seemed to have some connection.

Hearing this, Du Shuqing nodded without opening his eyes.

Above their heads, Wei Shaoqi was holding a scroll of the Peach Blossom Spring, with big sleeves flying, quietly closing his eyes, which was somewhat similar to the girl in the palace dress on a high platform.

Wu Daozi raised his head with his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes at Wei Shaoqi.

Yuan Huaimin, who was a little transparent person, reached out and touched his arms, and couldn't help but say to the old man:

"What did Mr. Wu just do? When will he bring Qiuniang and Lianghan?"

Wu Daozi came back to his senses, said "Yeah", turned his head to look at the picture of the double peaks in front of him, as if he was looking for it, but the old painter was obviously absent-minded. As he searched, his eyes still fell on him.

The picture is on the figure of an old man playing the piano in the bamboo courtyard of the bamboo forest on the north bank.

He suddenly said, "Let me come and see him off later."

Yuan Huaimin was puzzled.

Du Shuqing said nothing and just nodded.

At this moment, in the main cave.

Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu and others, who were originally like falling from an ice cave, heard the familiar sound of the piano and showed joy on their faces.

This time, the sound of the piano became even more melodious, and golden light emerged from the Buddhist beads in the sleeves of Yi Qianqiu and others, covering them, as was the figure of Rong Zhen on the platform.

In the sound of the piano, golden light spreads, gradually covering the high platform and the Donglin Buddha...

The injured white dragon, full of dark bronze body, was also undergoing strange changes at this time, and a colorful halo of spiritual energy was flowing out, including blue, red and purple... It seemed to be injected with vitality again.

The white dragon seemed to be energetic and became more and more lively. Its tail swept across the platform, and the ferocious dragon head crashed towards the Donglin Buddha at the same time.

"Boom--!"

After a loud bang, the white dragon passed through the platform and the Buddha, and hit the cliff behind it. The earth was shaken for a moment, and many people on the edge of the cliff were overturned.

However, the sound of the piano was covered with a layer of light gold-edged high platform and the Donglin Buddha, and were not injured.

The same is true for Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu and others who hold Buddhist beads.

They also began to hide on the high platform and guard the tightly closed palace girl.

"Cry!"

The white dragon roared for a long time, without any discouragement, and rushed to the high platform and the Buddha again.

However, Yi Qianqiu and others gradually discovered that the golden light on their bodies was lost with time and the number of attacks on the white dragon increased, making them fading.

It's like it's about to disappear.

Yi Qianqiu and others' thoughts were sank.

The white dragon could no longer stop it and was raging in front of him.

Yi Qianqiu turned his head and looked into the air.

In that cloud, Madam Song and Xue Zhongzhu were still fighting.

However, it seems that Madam Song was seriously injured, but Xue Zhongzhu became more and more brave as she fought, which is not a good sign.

The Zhenxian Princess on the high platform still closed her eyes.

She was fighting with the middle-aged scholar on the South Peak in the distance.

The two of them didn't know where to fight or what was going on.

Yi Qianqiu could only see the girl in the palace dress gradually frowning.

All the energy of the Donglin Buddha formation was involved in Wei Shaoqi.

Yi Qianqiu glanced at Wei Wu next to him. The King of Wei, who was wearing groom costume, had no expression on his face. He was looking at the situation on the field like her, with a serious and gloomy eyes.

Perhaps because he noticed Yi Qianqiu's gaze, Wei Wu turned his head, and the two looked at each other for a moment, and the latter forced a smile:

"Commander Yi, don't worry, the situation may not be as bad as we thought. Now we have resisted the offensive. In addition, the princess is still preparing some backup... or not, our Wei Prince's Mansion is still prepared..."

Just as Wei Wu was reluctant to comfort him, the rich clouds and mist in the sky suddenly exploded.

Madam Song flew out and landed on the high platform. A Han-made palace lantern fell at her feet with a "clang", and the purple-gold palace skirt was as broken as rags.

Fortunately, Jin Guang accommodated her and temporarily protected her.

Looking at Madam Song returning in a mess, Wei Wu choked and looked ugly, and Yi Qianqiu and others looked a little shocked.

The strength of this Yunmeng Great Queen has improved so quickly? It seems that it was not so exaggerated when the Xingzi Lake Big Buddha incident last time.

The hearts of everyone on the platform gradually became cold.

The candle in the snow walked out of the gradually dissipating clouds and mist indifferently, stood on the head of the white dragon, and injected purple air into its bronze body.

With the blessing of the purple qi of the top-grade Qi Refiner, the white dragon flew directly in the air, like a dragon turning into a dragon, flying over the clouds and fog, looking down at everyone.

When approaching the dome, the puppet white dragon seemed to dislike the space of the main cave too small, and his head impatiently confronted the top of the lower cave. Many cracks appeared on the lotus stone carvings on the ceiling, including the circle of inscriptions, and shaking them.

Want to be broken.

Rong Zhen was closing his eyes and holding the white jade Buddhist beads. When he heard the movement, he suddenly opened his eyes.

She first made a quick gesture, stabilized the shaking formation, and then, her originally tightly pursed pink lips spit out blood... It seemed that she suddenly escaped from the fight between [Emperor Wen] and [Wan Shi].

"Get out of here! Don't touch it!"

Rong Zhen's lips were bleeding, but she was hoarse and screaming, and she didn't care about it. Her petite body suddenly rose into the air. With the help of the Buddha behind her as her foothold, she jumped continuously on its body and rushed to the dome of the cave.

Everyone in the audience looked at her petite figure like a moth to the flame in shock.

In a hurry, the Zhenxian Princess directly escaped from the protection of the golden light and tried her best to protect the lotus stone carvings.

The tall blonde beard was behind her hands, and her eyes were cold to look at the scene. The white dragon under her feet opened her bloody mouth as soon as possible and wanted to swallow the dead girl in one bite.

But the next second, Bai Jiao immediately closed his mouth.

The long sword hanging beside the snow-crawler flew out with a "swoosh" sound, as fast as lightning, but deliberately avoided the sword edge and hit Rong Zhen's abdomen with only the hilt of the sword, knocking away the crazy girl in the palace dress and bloody throat.

Splashed out and fell back to the platform as usual.

Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song and others rushed to catch her petite purple skirt.

At this time, Rong Zhen and everyone on the high platform heard a stiff and elegant speech from the great lady from above:

"There is an emerald hairpin. I have promised the seventh junior sister that I won't kill you for the time being."

Everyone looked sideways and saw the girl in the palace dress having a slightly crooked temple at this time, and an emerald hairpin was inserted diagonally on it.

Under the gaze of everyone, Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't know what he thought of, and a stunning little face suddenly became furious.

It was like... I was insulted like never before.
Chapter completed!