Chapter 1267 (1/2)

”How can you get to the fairy song of snow!”

The second palace master's face changed greatly. At this time, she didn't want to look at the mountain over there. She found that her plan was still a little unexpected.

”This is a magic skill only the great palace masters of all dynasties can do!”

The elder was floating in the air, still playing the piccolo. She did not explain the reason. She wanted to clean up the ice palace with this piece of music.

She knew the real meaning of Ice Palace more than these people. Just when they joined this sect, the leader told them that the ice palace was different from other sects of Xiuzhen. This is the home of their monks.

No matter how high or low your cultivation is, no matter how many evils you do, whether you are good or bad.

Ice Palace is your home.

As long as you join Ice Palace, if you are wrong, ice palace will punish you, but if you change to someone else, you can't.

The elder still remembers that many years ago, some ice palace disciples violated the rules of the ice palace. They had a chance to leave the ice palace or even join a better sect, but they all gave up.

They are willing to accept punishment. Even if they are abandoned, they return to the ice palace. Because this is their home, a home in the realm of practice.

At that time, the ice palace was not so big and there were not so many disciples, but the ice palace at that time was really good and warm.

With the music playing, the thinking of the elder drifted further and further away.

Song of rising to immortality in the snow.

This is a magic, a tune, and also a taboo technique. The caster will pay a heavy price, but it also has the power of terror.

One by one, the people on the side of the second palace master were carried by the snowflakes and flew into the sky. Then they were frozen and broken, and continued to rise higher and higher.

The second palace master didn't care so much at this time, and his oil paper umbrella floated high in his hand.

The oil paper umbrella expanded rapidly in the air, then fell towards the ground, suppressing the snowflakes in the air.

The elder turned a deaf ear to all this. She just kept playing the piccolo, and the end of the song was the end of the battle.

…… As for the fuse of this battle, Jiang Hao.

Seeing that the man was stopped, it seemed that he could not save himself. Jiang Hao could only smile bitterly, and then he fell down. He wanted to scold his mother, but just opened his mouth, the wind and snow poured into his mouth.

I had to shut up.