Myolie Chu sat on a branch, looking up at the strange phantoms changing on the clouds.
Mottled colors enveloped the sky and extended far away. Even beyond Chu Xing'er's field of vision, the color was still the same.
The outlines of towering mountains and palaces can be vaguely seen in the eerie phantom.
These phantoms disappear and appear, swaying in the same illusory heavy rain. Huge dragon-shaped arrows are among them, as if they want to knock the palace down to the ground.
It's already the third day.
She didn't know the reason for Chi Jiao's trip, so she took a huge risk to go to another small world.
There may be sufficient preparations, but in the current environment, it is not so much about preparations or back-ups as it is about being strong enough.
The dragon shape suppresses the humanoid shadows rising up in the palace. Occasionally, the thunder flickers out, reflecting the hideous shadows that look like scales.
In the past few days, many visitors have entered Taihang. It is obvious that this cross-border fight has attracted many creatures.
Maybe curious, maybe coveted, maybe reverent.
Chu Xing'er doesn't care, as long as those creatures who step into Taihang abide by the rules here, she will not chase them away.
Qing Yan and Chi Jiao's judgment was correct. She was not good at killing, but they never said she was not good at converting.
Ginkgo and Buddha's hand use the tree to save people.
The girl looked at the projection of the battle in the sky in the distance, feeling rare and solemn.
"Amitabha." She chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, bathing in the golden light of the ginkgo leaves, as if she had been plated with a true Buddha's robe, although the robe seemed a bit bulky.
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In the heavy rain, the golden candle remains constant.
The emperors within the Taoist tradition are fighting hard.
This demon king manifested the ancestor's method, and with the melodious sound of a flute, the inscription killing array in the Taoist tradition fell silent.
At the same time, heavy rain continued for three days and three nights, suppressing the imperial realm.
And the sword array formed by the golden sword and the red sword, the mist falls at dawn and dusk, and flowers bloom. The sixteen ancient swords on the periphery roar, this is not the sword energy, this is the vertical and horizontal energy of heaven and earth! Tearing apart the palace, the mountains, and still...
They have the bodies of their comrades to plow this green lock!
The red dragon wrapped around the moonlight river and took charge of the killing array.
After losing the imperial realm, they still had methods and weapons, but the Ji Palace weapon's natal weapon hit the dragon's body. Most of the force was blocked by the surging river and could not be hurt at all. The only thing that remained unchanged was the top of the dragon's head.
The bronze cauldron never participated in the battlefield except for the running creatures. The Deer King standing at the mouth of the cauldron only occasionally cast a cold look at them.
The bronze tripod is carving, carving out the appearance of this world.
include them.
There was another fierce sword energy, and the spiritual energy surged.
Emperor Fu'an covered the wound on his left chest and retreated, his old brows tightly knitted together. Even if the Qingsuo Mountain Killing Formation was gone and the bone statues were silent, they, a group of eight emperors who had been based in the Extreme Palace for a long time, would fight together against an invincible one.
Even if you are defeated, you shouldn't be so embarrassed.
This strange rain suppressed the imperial realm, which was extremely important to the emperor, and there was nowhere to display his magical powers.
The sound of rain was mixed with ancient rhythms, and when the emperor raised his head, he could see the golden flute hanging in the sky. The ancient scriptures flowed and intertwined, and the light was particularly obvious in the dim rainy day.
This true weapon is evolving on its own, calling for the bone statue. If it succeeds, the eight true bone statues will shatter the stars.
The old emperor trembled.
"Why!" he yelled.
"Tell me, Xiao! Why didn't the Master come back? Why did the Master destroy this place?"
"All nine states have been destroyed. Shouldn't this be the Master's last home? Why do you want to destroy it?"
The golden dongxiao never responded.
A living dragon can bring the Master's natal weapon to the Qingsuo Realm. What exactly happened is unknown to the emperors.
But unwilling, unbelieving, and angry.
The Green Suo Realm is the orthodoxy of Hengxiao Jinni. Why does his natal weapon call for the bone statue to destroy this realm?
The red dragon raised its head and the void cracked.
Seven more ferocious arms stretched out, one held up the bronze cauldron, and the other two held the Lixia Sword Formation. The original remaining arm followed and took off into the air, stopping at the same position as Dongxiao.
After the appearance of these eight arms, the oppression the emperors felt became even more terrifying.
The land shrouded in rain seems to have all been transformed by dragons.
The golden candlelight swept across those emperors, and there was no sneer, no sarcasm, nothing on the bronze bones. Is this how the bamboo basket soul collector destroyed his own orthodoxy? Destroyed those disciples and disciples who respected him, destroyed
Go to the land that carries millions of memories. Only the ancestors of the true level can clearly realize the filth. These emperors, Yang Shen, and even all the disciples in the Taoist tradition will not realize that they have changed.
They are still the same as before.
Wake up and conquer the nine states in this world, following in the footsteps of the ancestors and raising the battle flag again.
It is a matter of course for them. The way of thinking changes silently, just like those unshakable ones, the mission of protecting the Kyushu in the world is abandoned, and they turn to coveting the aura of the land in the world. After thousands of years, they can't imagine
We must fulfill the law here and be called a saint.
The truly awakened ancestors were unable to resist and could only destroy everything.
They made such a decision, unanimously. Li Xi'an took a long breath and set off a strong wind, causing the rain curtain to sway with his breathing.
Where does the source of filth come from? Is it really invincible and cannot be eliminated, only to perish along with destruction?
His rain and his fire can wash away the filth.
But it is far from enough for the current situation. Just like a drop of water dropped into a burning flame, it is instantly evaporated.
Suddenly, extremely cruel thoughts poured into Li Xi'an's mind, causing him to seriously think about the use of destruction. Inflicting real destruction was an extremely correct approach.
"Bang——!"
An arm took over the river from the dragon's body, and in the next moment golden fire ignited along the dragon's rugged back.
White mist steamed up, covering Li Xi'an's huge body.
Someone was whispering in the darkness, until the golden fire dispersed the darkness, and the whispering shadows turned into black smoke and dispersed.
The ghost-like red copper bone surface tore through the white mist, and the golden candle jumped over the waiting emperors to gaze at the world. Countless black smoke spread under the rain curtain, like the tail of a snake, or like a snake extending from the earth.
Thin hair.
Even if his domain stops watering the land all the time, it will almost sink.
The iron scales clasped together, and the golden candle fell on those emperors again.
His thoughts stretched for a moment before being infiltrated by those things. He needed to end it as soon as possible. The previous thinking was a direction, but this direction could only be left in the future. Now, he only did one thing.
kill.
The ancient proverbs mixed with the release of rain curtains resounded over Qingsuo Mountain.
Taihang Baxing was forming a seal. The mysterious seal stirred up an extremely turbulent tide of spiritual energy. The weak disciples could not resist at all and had to kneel down.
"The jade hand of creation?" An emperor asked in surprise.
"A magical seal that is not weaker than the jade hand of creation!" Emperor Fu'an's voice was horribly low.
The Dharma Seal of Taihang Baxing.
Li Xi'an used the Zhou method to deduce and improve the magical power of Taihang's hand seals. There are still many shadows of the jade hand of creation, which were recognized by the emperors who had seen them.
Covering the heaven and earth, giving life and death!
"Everyone!" Emperor Fu'an shouted, "The Master wants us to die, and we have no complaints!"
"And this dragon's Taoism reaches the sky, holds the master's cave flute, and kills Qingsuo Mountain with blood flowing into a river. Do we want to be killed by our necks?"
"Hahahaha!" Someone laughed, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his whole body was full of spiritual energy.
"Master, I will do it myself and I will keep my dignity, so this dragon will be spared!"
The emperors sacrificed their vessels and faced the descending Taihang Eighth Gates.
In the air, the rhythm of the dongxiao played to a climax and reached its peak.
The skin of the emperors turned pale unknowingly, and their spiritual energy boiled. This battle had no great meaning. If the red dragon wanted to take their lives, they would make the red dragon pay the price!
"Why are you afraid of a battle?" the pale humanoids asked.