Li Xi'an looked back again, and everything he saw was blood red.
The earth, mountains, rivers, everything is spilled with blood.
Darkness invaded the sky in the distance. The night closed and swallowed up the light of day.
Blood and black are mixed, and Li Xian is falling.
It was just a stage created by dirty dreams, a stage that dragged him into the abyss.
No wonder the ancestors of the true first level, those beings called the invincibles, are inevitably destined to fall.
Countless hands pulled him down to the bottom of the abyss.
When the only light disappears, only darkness, endless darkness remains.
Someone whispered.
Someone murmured.
There were familiar figures among them. They stood peacefully at the bottom of the abyss, as if they had been waiting for him for thousands of years.
They raised their arms high to welcome his arrival.
The young man closed his eyes tightly and seemed to be sleeping, letting the black tide coming layer by layer engulf him. The mysterious clothes spread and the golden patterns became dim.
They snickered in the darkness, saying that they had gained a powerful soul and body again.
Little did he know that the golden fire had already been lit.
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The wind silently lifted the young man's forehead, and his half-lidded eyes were filled with burning golden candles.
After coming here for a long time, he softly exhaled the turbid breath.
"Dangerous."
The filth has been removed, and the fragmented dreams in his eyes have receded like the tide.
It was finally quiet.
He stood up, patted his robe, and looked in the direction of the old tombstone. Something below echoed him. Stepping forward, Li Xi'an closed his eyes, and the aura around him resonated with the thing below. The ground shook slightly, and the sharp edges tore through the soil and
tombstone.
The copper-colored ancient sword floated quietly.
Faint sword.
Li Xi'an was silent. He had left the Dumb Sword to the horse demon thousands of years ago, so why did it appear here? Has the horse demon's strength grown to the point where he doesn't need to borrow his weapon, or is it just like in the dark dream, the horse demon
This is also the final destination, leaving the faint sword behind.
The ancient sword roared and the seal script appeared.
This was a weapon he forged himself. Even after such a long time, Dusk Sword felt that he was still happy.
But all he had was blank anger.
He stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the Dumb Sword. Li Xi'an picked up the sword and left this land. This sword once thirsted for the blood of a real living being, and he didn't mind having such a experience in this life. After millions of years at this time,
Zai’s reunion brings a grand baptism.
He suddenly stepped on the ground and jumped into the air, his red scales glowing like red.
Jiao Ya's dragon shape disappeared near the mountain in an instant, turning into a stream of blood jade.
Island in the middle of the lake, holes with Rakshasa tree roots.
Now there are no burning ancient trees in the sky above the island in the middle of the lake. Li Xi'an put them away and put them into the Heaven-Containing Cauldron, waiting for an opportunity to plant them again. So Rakshasa's sight extended, and the clouds stretched as far as the eye could see, reaching the heaven and earth.
The place where they meet.
The red shadow broke through the clouds like arrows, and by the time Rakshasa could catch the figure, he had already landed next to the pit.
In two months, the water in this ink pond became clean and clear. Most of the evil thoughts were swallowed by the dragon and became tonics for climbing to the realm. Today should be the last day of this ceremony. The human face is no longer the turbid and ominous it once was.
Solemnly, the water flow converges into a dragon-shaped mask. As time goes by, Rakshasa becomes more and more like the red dragon in the past, and the breath of the red dragon becomes more and more like the Rakshasa in the past.
It is a vow to follow the Taihang Mountain God until the end of his life.
But it didn’t say that this mountain god must be the red dragon in front of me.
Evil thoughts are indeed a type of pure willpower, but unless they are evil beings like Rakshasa who nourish evil and eat evil, creatures that nourish themselves by eating evil thoughts will usually get lost in such extremely cruel thinking and become evil.
Crazy devil. What's more, this pool of water is not only evil, but also filthy.
It's true that the dragon is the red dragon, but now I'm afraid it has become a sieve for filthy and evil thoughts.
Rakshasa looked at the red dragon wrapped in filth and sneered inwardly.
No one can resist this kind of thing. There was an invincible one who proved it a long time ago. There is nothing special about living beings in the eyes of Rakshasa, so of course the red dragon will not be an exception. This is the last day, and it is more special than usual.
A lot, and the time it takes is much longer. When the last evil thought is swallowed by the red dragon, it happens to be that the setting sun is about to end and night is approaching.
At this moment, the shadow of the red dragon was very long and twisted. Rakshasa glanced at it silently, and his joy could not be concealed.
"How long until the ancestor comes?" Li Xi'an asked.
"It doesn't take long. In fact, it can be done a few days ago. I just need some cooperation from you, Lord Mountain God, so I didn't choose to come." Rakshasa said in a serious tone.
It has endured for such a long time and can finally show its fangs! It can't wait to see the remorseful look on the red dragon's face. That must be the most beautiful picture in the world!
"Aren't you very curious about where the real bone statues involved in the two emperors' revealing of the imperial realm went?"
The clear water of the pond rippled, holding up a three-inch statue.
"What about..."
The sky cracked open, an illusory river poured in, the bone statue opened its eyes, and its figure soared under the river! Until it turned into a giant standing tall among the mountains.
The consciousness of that ancestor has arrived.
The red dragon stared at the true bone statue indifferently, igniting the fire of wish, and at this moment it became a god statue.
There was no regret, no shock and anger at being betrayed, and the red copper bone face was hanging down, plain. At this moment, the face welcomed the last dim light of the day, and the bony protrusions and the horns growing from the ancient branches formed a vicious ghost.
Picture scroll.
This is not a mountain god! It is clearly an evil spirit more ferocious than Rakshasa himself!
The majesty spreads along the flowing clouds and golden fire covered by the dragon.
"You... how could you still have this golden flame!" It is impossible for a creature that has fallen into darkness to master the fire that can burn filth.
Rakshasa's heart was chilling and gradually becoming cold.
Huge fear exploded in its heart! Unknown, all the current situations of the red dragon are unknown to it! The other party has never fallen into darkness, this red dragon has been waiting for the arrival of its ancestor!
"You——" before the ear-piercing scream came out, the huge spirit spread.
This is the first confrontation between the red dragon and the idol.
This pressure made Rakshasa unable to speak any more!
The golden statue opened its eyes, and its pupils were filled with flowing light and made of magnificent red agate. It held a sword in one hand, while the other hand always covered half of the statue's face. It was like wings covering it, but also like cracks.
The red dragon swam in the sky, and he cast his cold gaze on the statue, while the golden candle burned.
The small swords of red copper and gold roared around him, and the sword energy cut across the majesty of the statues covering the earth. They raged like wild dragons, unleashing their ultimate killing power because of the unconscious anger in their master's heart!
The mountains seemed to wake up at this moment.
The aura of the red dragon is rising steadily, and he seems to be breaking through the Ji Palace at this moment!
"Take your sword as a sacrifice!" the red dragon whispered.
At this moment, the mighty force of the mountains is exerted on the dragon shape with straight arrows, and the mountains spread like his rugged back.