The majestic palace in the sky casts a shadow of silence on the mountains.
This mountainous area is burning, perhaps because of the fallen spirit of Suzaku, or perhaps because of the pillar of fire that resonates with the pale human form and the mountain range.
The green mountains turned into lava volcanoes in his breath.
The whole sky was dark red.
But he didn't seem to care. He let go and pulled out something. He unfolded it and found a volume of pictures. Ancient pictograms were scattered on it, corresponding to the four directions.
"I need you to wake up and fight for me." The figure said.
He raised his hand and pressed his fingertips against the floating scroll. The moment the blood dripped onto the cloud pattern in the center of the scroll, his arm turned pale along the knuckles. An inexplicable aura filled the air from the figure,
Behind them, a statue of a god with closed eyes gathered together. The statue stared at the catalog and slowly stretched out his hands to pick it up.
The ancient pictograms depicted in the scroll are swimming, running and coming to life.
One arm, two arms... Thousands of arms hold the catalog in the center, like a blooming lotus, with the activated catalog as the stamens and the arms as the petals.
"boom--!"
The vast and powerful Qi enveloped the entire palace. People walking in the palace trembled under this fluctuation, and couldn't help but bend their knees and kowtow to the great beings from ancient times!
The figure smiled, because he knew this was far from the end.
The four spirits of the sky are not mythical beasts, but gods. The gods in charge of the stars in the four directions. This catalog has abilities beyond ordinary people’s understanding. It inscribes the traces of the four spirits of the sky to reflect the stars in all directions and recreate the glory of ancient times.
Bringing incredible power. The figure stared intently at the four swimming objects, opened his arms, and smiled wantonly. If there were no gods coming to guide him in the direction of his journey, this catalog should still be buried in a corner of Jincheng.
No one cares about it. And if he does not have the blessing of the gods, it is impossible to awaken the ancient existence inscribed in the catalog.
Everything is due to him gaining heaven and attaining the Tao!
The king of Changbai Mountain was so powerful that one man destroyed his army, leaving his people without any intention to fight.
But how can the king of earth face the stars?
…………
The Transparent Seat is walking slowly, this is a king traveling.
Under his feet were piles of corpses and cracked lava fissures. These formed his path. Without the four evil spirits, the magic circle instantly shattered in his hands, the crowd scattered, and the pillar of fire that could shoot out to the sky would
The place was sealed off, leaving the people of Juli with nowhere to escape.
They are desperate.
The only emotion was despair.
The pale humanoid creature walked, crushing the powerful risers to death like an ant. The violent and terrifying demon king in the army could not stand in front of it for a breath. With a punch, his flesh and blood body and bones were transformed into
Ashes. The nose was filled with thick smoke, and all the eyes could see was rolling lava. Dark red sparks rose and fell, and the entire skyline was a burning red light.
The other party is like an immovable rock, and they are the eggs they choose to collide with.
The pride of the people of Juli was shattered like this scene.
Every movement of the pale human form would set off a rapidly expanding heat wave. Jin Xiuzhe's chariot had already melted and destroyed, and most of the demon-like armor was broken.
"General! Run for your life!" The boy trembled.
"Where to escape?" Jin Xiuzhe asked.
"After seeing a more prosperous and fertile land, why would you want to return to that isolated island?"
The guards on all four sides have all fallen. If the previous four guards were compared to a square piece of four-color cloth, now there are probably only a few lines as wide as a finger. Among them, the Qinglong Guards in the front suffered the most terrible losses. The man looked around
, there is almost no blue armor, and armors of this color are all draped on corpses.
This scene was very similar to every war he had fought since he stepped into this mountain range.
This is true in every game.
But this time they were the ones who fell. The wind howled, and the heat wave lifted Jin Xiuzhe's hair. This was not an ordinary high temperature, this was the domain of the king. The scorching air made every breath of the creatures here...
He was destroying his own body. The man's consciousness was a little blurry, but the sword in his hand kept him from falling.
He thought of that game again. The protagonist easily died on the way to defeat the devil and obtain the treasure through hardships, because although the equipment he had at the time could easily kill small monsters such as slime goblins, he could not face the giant dragon.
When there were monsters at the epic level, the fragile health bar disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared. Now, the brave man with the sword will die when he encounters a powerful enemy that cannot be defeated, but in reality, he cannot load files, and he cannot start over.
At a very high place, in addition to the two blood moons, there is also a pair of golden eyes reflecting the man's unfailing figure.
"A monkey." Li Xi'an spoke in the clouds.
A large bronze cauldron hangs above the head.
It was as if a river of moonlight was flowing around his robe, like a ribbon. The Jian Yue River and the Zaitian Cauldron obscured his aura, and no one could notice the figure deep in the clouds.
He was always observing this battlefield.
Thick clouds had already silently gathered from all directions, lowering the sky, so the stars and moon could not be seen on the entire battlefield. Only the lava fire pillars and the lava veins on the body of the Translucent Constellation set off dark red fire. Compared with the human world, this is more...
It's like hell. Li Xi'an thought that it was lucky that the demons that were rampant in Taihang didn't have creatures like the Tongmingzuo. Otherwise, the green mountains would disappear, leaving behind only red and black scorched earth stretching for hundreds of miles.
"In the Yangshen realm, the golden-haired one-eyed man died tragically at the hands of that human being." Li Xi'an continued.
The lotus looks at the man's past, and countless Changbai creatures died in his hands.
"I understand." Tongmingzuo responded in a deep voice.
"He deserves to be thrown into Tianchi."
The sky was filled with dark firelight, and Li Xi'an closed his eyes after speaking.
Until some strange fluctuation swept through the mountains.
Tongmingzuo, who was walking slowly, stopped and raised his head.
Dragons roar, birds roar, tigers roar, and snakes croak.
The roar came from the ancient times, and instantly brought this land back to that vast time in the past.
The palace on the horizon reflected the dark red fire. There was something, like a shadow or a snake. There were thousands of them, stretching out from the base of the palace. Li Xi'an, who was sitting cross-legged in the clouds, suddenly opened his eyes.
The golden light in his eyes is as magnificent as a demon.
Those were arms, thousands of pale arms.
The texture is somewhere between jade, ice crystal and iron. These arms hold up the four-image catalog in the center, wrapping the palace as huge as a mountain, like a huge and pale lotus blooming in the sky.
Everyone on the ground bowed their heads and worshiped the strange lotus.
Li Xi'an noticed that the shadows of the stars shone through the clouds he had gathered, and the starlight from all directions guided the ancient spirit's path to recovery.
The carvings carrying the Four Spirits of Heaven have completely awakened.
But his eyes were not on the four-image catalog, nor on the revived ancient carved spirit.
The gold-precipitated eyes reflected the pale and strange lotus.