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135. Transparent seat

Ginkgo whirls, its fan-shaped leaves reflect golden light.

The light shines on the girl standing under the tree.

The pale and huge human figure stepped out of the Taihang Mountains, and the dragon in mysterious clothes also disappeared. In just a moment, the kings from the ancient mountains gathered and dispersed. The wind and snow covered the traces of their arrival, and when they appeared on the stone walls of the mountains,

The palace complex disappeared, as if nothing really happened.

But how could it not have happened?

It's just that they don't want to mention it and intend to carry forward what they see and hear on their own. The girl raised her hand and walked from the ginkgo tree to the towering ancient tree not far away. Her tender fingertips rubbed the rough and hard bark, and the trunk of the ancient tree

The surface is cracked layer by layer, like the scales of a dragon.

It seems that all kings have this bad habit.

They are strong and proud. They face the wind and rain and keep many things out of their wings, preventing the creatures they protect from touching. The picture of the world collapsing is still playing in Ginkgo's mind. It is the golden rain that awakens the people sleeping in the Taihang Mountains.

The palace. The red dragon walks alone in other realms. No matter what the reason or method is when a realm collapses, the burden it bears is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

But he just did it. Before the illusory star collapsed, no one knew what he was doing. After seeing the kings coming from all directions, Ginkgo knew that this was not just a case of the Red Jiao, but all the crowned creatures were like this.

Vice virtue.

They entered Taihang Palace.

After coming out, she almost said nothing and left Taihang. What happened in Taihang Palace is still unclear. Maybe she can know the secret of why the kings walked together on this trip and chose silence tacitly. Ginkgo thought, unconsciously surrounding the old camphor tree

Walked around.

Standing on an ancient tree thousands of meters high, the girl's figure is almost invisible.

When the immature fingertips reached the starting point again, Ginkgo stopped walking. She finally shook her head, with a premonition in her heart that what was supposed to happen would eventually happen. It didn't matter whether she knew it or not.

Reaching out, a ray of sunlight passed through the thick fog and fell into the palm of my hand through the lush branches and leaves.

The girl's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Qing Yan..." Chu Xing'er muttered.

The woman who came to the isolated island in the middle of the lake mentioned the name at the end of the letter, Qingyan. The sun was shining on the white and fleshy palms, and you could see the water vapor and the fine seal characters swirling.

"Qing Yan... Feng Huayu... Xue Qi..." She paused.

Xue Qi, the creature who wrote the letter, is the king of Daxinganling.

A radiance more brilliant than the sun shines through his slightly narrowed pupils.

His tone suddenly became stiff, and his eyes widened.

The sunlight and the seal characters that were spinning in the palm of my hand were shattered, as crisp as glass.

"Zhuo Nosali!" Myolie Chu spit out a completely unfamiliar name.

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Huge, pale humanoid creatures stride across the landscape.

The violent trembling sound spread extremely far.

He walked through many lands and left footprints. The creatures on the road kowtowed, knowing that this was the powerful being who saved them when the stars collapsed.

But this time when he returned to Changbai Mountain, there was another figure beside the king.

Li Xi'an sat on the shoulder of the Transparent Seat, his eyes lowered, and a broken golden flute suspended in his hand. His pale hair was hard and thick, and sitting here was similar to sitting in a bush. This pale king was too big, and his shoulders were too big.

Some of the hair covered with hair are taller than Li Xi'an's human form.

"You don't have to go with me." Tongmingzuo said.

"Qingyan." Li Xi'an's eyes were still on the broken flute. "My girl is at your place."

As night falls, the only thing left is the huge pale human form like a towering mountain lit up.

Transparent Seat, this is the name given to him by the people living in Changbai Mountain. It is taken from the transparent mountain and the immovable throne.

------Digression-----

The Rakshasa chapter ends.

The Changbai chapter begins.

Also, level 4 and 6 will be tomorrow, and there will be only one update today.

Please forgive me~


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