Pang!

An extremely low and light sound came from the air, but in this misty mist that was silent and unknown how wide it was, it was like a big bell, making people hear it clearly.

Awei suddenly raised his head, just above it and the black dragon, a small bright yellow flame was burning quietly, emitting a soft light.

Awei did not feel any danger from this strange flame burning out of nowhere. However, the black dragon with its own spirituality was facing a great enemy, lowered its head and swooped down, and fled from afar.

The flames trembled, and threw out a little insignificant sparks, and landed at the head of the black dragon at an extremely fast speed.

The black dragon dodged left and right in a panic, but for some reason he could not avoid it. So he roared angrily, shook his long tail and pulled towards the spark.

With a bang, the dragon's tail was immediately ignited, and a black flame rose.

The strange black fire burned very quickly and spread rapidly along the dragon's body. In the blink of an eye, the black dragon turned into a huge long snake-shaped torch.

The dark flames burned out a lot of thick green and gray smoke, but the darker it became, and it was extremely cold, and even the white mist around it was frozen and the shade became much wet.

The black dragon rolled in pain in the air, and within a moment it felt like its muscles and bones were removed and fell straight down.

Awei was shocked and could not hide for a while, and was hit hard by the black dragon.

The white horse was immediately ignited, and a raging black fire was also ignited.

The black fire was extremely strange, burning the white horse's flesh and blood, but it didn't burn at all, and it also burned out many colorful dust impurities, mainly dead ash, dark green and scarlet.

The flames on the black dragon's body decreased slightly, and most of its body was scattered and barely stared at it. It had been several times thinner than before.

However, the black fire was like a maggot on the tars bone, and it was still unbearable to extinguish it. The black dragon was still in pain and struggled to climb up along Awei's neck. Its body was still wrapped around the head and neck of the white horse, but the dragon had already penetrated into the white horse's eyebrows without hesitation.

This time, the wolf was drawn into the house, and the black fire seemed to have found a catharsis port, poured into the white horse's eyebrows like a shadow, straight into the heart lake, and even rushed downward to the Dantian Qihai.

Awei was so painful that his neck was full of hiss, and soon he had to stop abruptly. A surging flames surged from its throat, and fires swayed between its mouth and nose, and a pair of ruby-like eyes shot out a half-foot-long red light.

As the inside and outside were burned, the skin around the white horse seemed to become transparent, and the meridians and textures under the skin could be clearly seen. The dark spiritual energy ignited by the black fire was rolling and spreading along the texture of these meridians, shaping out complex lines that made the scalp numb. Just through a thin layer of flesh, these terrifying lines echoed and blended with the black fire outside the body, and seemed to be about to penetrate the body in the next moment, burning the white horse from the inside to the outside to the ashes.

At this critical moment, a bright and dazzling blood red suddenly mixed into the black and white colors between the sky and the earth.

At some point, half a strange and beautiful blood crabapple grew on Awei's forehead. The petals trembled gently in the wind, blooming with bright red light, and excluding all the white fog and black fire around them.

The blood crabapple not only takes root in the middle of the white horse's eyebrows, but also penetrates the head of the black dragon.

The black dragon, who had just gotten rid of the entangled black fire, struggled violently, his eyes full of madness and despair.

In the air, the bright yellow flame was stimulated by the red light and suddenly expanded, and the light also flourished.

A voice that didn't know where it started sounded: "I don't want this remains in two hundred years."

The voice looked like a young man. Although he was sighing and memorizing, he had no sense of vicissitudes and decay. He was strong and powerful. Every word was obvious, but it was filled with a sharp edge that made people feel cold.

Before he finished speaking, the flame in the air suddenly collapsed and instantly condensed into a bright yellow palm with clear palm lines. It was just the size of an ordinary person's palm. What is rare is that his muscles and bones are crystal clear and pure.

The palm of his hand went down over the Blood Begonia, and his index finger and middle finger together, clamping the black dragon that was as thin as a snake. No one could see how the two slender fingers used force. The black dragon did not even struggle for a moment. The spiritual light in his eyes instantly disappeared, and his body dissipated into a pure black gas.

Half of the blood crabapple suddenly trembled, and the black gas that had gathered into a cluster was immediately attracted. However, before further action, the bright yellow palm closed its five fingers and held the black gas firmly in the palm.

When the palm was retracted and spread it out again, the black gas had been pinched into a crystal clear black ball, as hard and solid as a stone.

"Since it is your opportunity, it will return to the original owner."

Awei's heart moved, and saw the bright yellow palm pressing the black ball to his forehead with his backhand, then he stretched his finger toward the blood crabapple growing on his eyebrows.

The blood crabapple shone brightly and suddenly left the white horse's eyebrows and rose in mid-air.

Another gentle man who couldn't hear his age came out of his voice: "Is it really going to ruin my plan?"

The bright yellow palm also flew back into the air and turned into flame again. The young man who spoke sharply before responded: "We have been living for thousands of kalpas and will never die of grace. We should think of repaying each other. Otherwise, there will be no complete eggs under the collapse of the nest. Even if we are a god, we will regret it."

"The secret of heaven is not clear, how can I know that she is not the one who responds to the disaster?"

"People outside the sky are neither dead nor life, and they only consume great fortune without any reward. How can they be loved by heaven and earth?"

The gentle man's plain tone was filled with anger: "What's the benefit of heaven and earth to me? No need to say much, send her back to Wanliuzhuang. I will choose another opportunity, don't force me to pick her up in person."

The young man's response was a little colder: "If it weren't for the real body, you could not take it away. If the real body came, if there was no human emperor's aura that would be suppressed, you would be guilty of the heaven."

"Will someone like you fear this narrow god? What's more, he is him, I am me, and he has received his kindness, why should I repay it?"

"For me, the karma of life and death is nothing more than nothing, just to repay the kindness. For you, although you are not him, you should bear his obsession with cause and effect."

The gentle man was silent for a long time: "Shunchang is dead, your way is so domineering and unreasonable, and you deserve to fall to this point. The Tianmen Sword has sent you to make lamp oil. Is this considered cause and effect? ​​Is it a kindness?"

The young man sneered: "You are not the same unreasonable. I can pretend not to know about the matter between the public and the private sector. Let's be even, so don't be too tempted."

...

The two were obviously separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but they were as if they were sitting in front of each other and they were as capable as they were.

Although the two of them spoke very clearly, Baima still heard it in a fog, and he felt like thunder rolling through his ears. After thinking about it carefully, except for the few sentences such as "Send back to Wanliuzhuang", he couldn't remember anything.

When it came to its senses, it felt like it was standing on a cliff, behind it, the sea of ​​clouds was vast, white fog rose, and the green mountains were everywhere in front of it, lush and verdant.

The long and narrow mountain road stretches like a ladder, entering the steep mountains and ridges in the distance.

It was drizzling in the sky, as cool as autumn.

Then, it saw a purple dress, carrying the hem of the skirt in one hand and the oil-paper umbrella in the other hand.

The edge of the umbrella was slightly raised, revealing a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, with the waves of eyes as water, and the spring smoke between the eyebrows was lightly dyed.

Murong Chunxiao said in surprise: "You are... Awei? The ancestor ordered me to come and greet people. I was surprised. If the breath had not changed, I almost didn't recognize it."

Baima looked at himself after hearing this: "Has I changed?"

"You're inspired?"

Murong Chunxiao was even more surprised and smiled, "No, the fur has turned into a shiny silver color. Hey, even the horse's hooves have turned into silver. But why are they so thin?"

She walked up and patted Awei's skinny chest hard.

Clamping!

Each person and each horse all changed slightly.

This horse is extraordinary, with silver hooves and white stomping on smoke. When you knock on your thin bones forward, it still makes the sound of copper!

Murong Chunxiao came back to his senses first and asked, "How could it be you here?"

"Here? Where is this?" Baima was confused, grinned and asked back.

Murong Chunxiao pointed at its feet and chuckled, "You don't know where this place is. Could it be that it was flying here?"

The white horse looked down and saw a small stone tablet standing not far away, with four words engraved on it: "There is endless."

"This is the endless cliff on Fumo Ridge, this is... Lingshan!"
Chapter completed!