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155. Dronothali

Daxinganling, another sun and moon cycle.

The moon-white giant beast has been fighting the wolf king in the storm for a whole day and night, and the mountain top is dyed red with blood.

The fierce wind traveled through the mountains, cutting the moonlight into pieces.

Xue Qi couldn't hold it any longer.

That is the master of the storm, the emperor from the grassland. Of course, she is no match for the rabbit that is lying so well in the Daxingan Mountains. At the same time, I have scolded my mother countless times in my heart. One is thinking about my old mother, why are you so useless?

My brothers and sisters were eaten by wolves, and now your daughter, who finally made a fortune, will also be eaten by wolves. Secondly, I was wondering whether the original letter was delivered or not. There has been no movement for so long. At least, here comes one.

Lao lao lao ah?

The eye of the storm was moving, and violent vibrations resounded throughout the mountainous area and extended to the surrounding mountains.

"Boom——!" In addition to the wind, there was also heavy rain coming from the storm.

A day and night of rain accumulated on the mountains, and the green mountains turned khaki under the sudden storm. Tens of millions of tons of sand and gravel collapsed. The storm uprooted a large number of trees, so these mud and rocks were carried along by the storm.

The heavy rain left its original position, and the mountains were filled with dim floods.

The huge wolf in the distance was covered with moonlight, walking nimbly among the mountain peaks, and the peaks he stepped on all collapsed and collapsed into the turbid flood. He cast a cold look at Xue Qi. The storm moved with him.

, he is the center of the storm. Dark gray and silver make up his color palette, but there are bright blue calligraphy floating around him, dancing around him, like the spirit of the storm, and he is a dancer in the storm.

He unleashed the violence of a natural disaster as he wished, and it seemed like he was dancing to a piece of music.

Destroy everything under the beautiful melody composed by this storm, and bury the creatures that dare to resist him in the wind and rain.

The wolves harmonize and howl in this violent beat.

chanting a name.

Dronosari! He is the ultimate in violence, his claws and teeth can destroy everything in his path!

"It is not easy for every king to be born. Even if you are an enemy, I don't want to kill you." The Wolf King said. Contrary to the violent atmosphere of the storm, his words were very calm.

"You should know in your heart that if I didn't hold back, you would already be a corpse."

The snow-white beast stood up straight among the mountains.

The mixed blood of the mountain torrent all came from her, and none of it came from the wolf king. Among these three ancient mountains, only the monkey in Changbai Mountain was probably able to stop such a terrifying existence.

The Wolf King was right, she was invincible, but that didn't mean she would retreat. Just retreat, retreat. If she could have run away, she would have run away, and there would be no way to fight! And the moment the war was ignited, it meant there was no way out.

.

Although she always said that she was just a landowner in Daxinganling, the monsters and monsters also regarded her as the biggest bully among bullies.

But isn’t that what a “king” is?

She never claims to be a king, and she also knows that her virtues are no better than those of the demons and monsters under her command. But if there is a king in the Greater Khingan Mountains, she is it.

"Go back!" Suddenly, Xue Qi shouted.

The dragon-like ferocious long tail swept back the demons and ghosts that were about to step into the battlefield and smashed them into the mountainside.

Stepping into this battlefield means death.

These demons and monsters with poor moral character always say that if they are really in trouble, they will die, but they will rush faster than the other. Damn it, they will really cause trouble for me.

"Rabbit, what do you think? You have no intention of sitting on the throne of Daxinganling. I will take over. There is nothing wrong with you continuing to be a rabbit in Daxinganling. You can also teach your descendants that wolves will not eat rabbits sometimes.

"Dronosali spoke.

"Do you want to take over the Greater Khingan Mountains?" the snow-white beast said with a smile.

"Wolves don't mind another ancient habitat."

"Let's wait until I die. You live on the grassland and come from a wolf pack. Do you still need me to teach you how the wolf king in the wolf pack changes?"

The Wolf King was stunned for a moment and fell silent.

He was muttering something in a low voice in the storm. The wolves lowered their heads, and the same syllables rolled in their throats.

Xue Qi understood. The grassland man Feng Xiuyu who once set foot in the Greater Khingan Mountains told her about the ancient customs and intonations of this grassland, which were prayers for death and funerals.

"Fuck you!" Xue Qi scolded angrily. What does this mean? She's not dead yet! If you want to talk about it, wait until she is completely dead. It's so damn unlucky! But the next moment she couldn't curse.

A huge shadow tore through the wind, shattered the mountain peaks with its soles, and instantly arrived in front of Xue Qi.

But the wind was not torn apart. Instead, it rushed with the huge shadow. The intertwining of the imperial realm and the imperial realm made each other crazy. When the wind following the shadow arrived in front of Xue Qi, the wind pressed against the moon. The row of

A row of sharp teeth that could swallow mountains were bitten down. The ferocious giant teeth easily penetrated Xue Qi's skin and muscles and strangled her throat.

The huge and ferocious wolf's head was indifferent. He grabbed Xue Qi's throat and smashed it to the ground. Blood flowed like a fountain, instantly dyeing Xue Qi's upper body red.

The Wolf King murmured the funeral rites, because in his eyes, the other party was already dead.

"Grandma's transparent seat! If you don't come here at this time, I won't let you go if you are a ghost!" Xue Qi continued to curse in her heart.

The white moon is dissipating, but a brighter and more brilliant silver-white moon rises from behind Dronosali.

Xue Qi's consciousness was becoming drowsy.

Wolves worship the moon.

In fact, he is not only a storm, but also an ancient moon. The power that Xue Qi possesses is very attractive to him, but even so, he did not intend to kill the rabbit at the beginning. The attraction of power is always not worth the share of his recognition.

Proud. But now he wants to respond to the other party's pride and give this proud king a funeral.

"call--!"

The fire is burning.

A long, pale arm stretched out from the darkness and picked off the white moon that was about to completely collapse.

At the end of Xue Qi's consciousness, there was a pillar of lava and fire rising in the darkness. It was like the light of the coming sun evaporating the floods and fixing the collapsed mountain. The pillar of lava and fire reflected a huge shadow of a human figure.

"It's numb when pinched." She finally said weakly. The snow-white beast melted like snow under the heat of the light, turning into a snow-white rabbit no bigger than the big demon's finger.

Dronosali lowered his head and glanced at the rabbit at his feet.

The wind wrapped her up and threw her into the hands of the demons and monsters in Daxinganling.

The huge pale human figure stood quietly, but for some reason he only had one arm. There was a flat incision on the right arm, and flames were burning on the huge wound. Lava flowed along his skin and cracked. The gray-black mask was activating and turning into

Dark red. This existence just stood there, emitting residual warmth that made it impossible for the wolves to raise their heads.

The flow of lava stirred up sparks and exploded, and thunder resounded from the storm clouds.

Two kings confront each other.

No words.

They know each other what kind of creature the other is.

The huge pale human figure held the disintegrating white moon in his only arm. He lowered his head slightly and watched the disintegrating moonlight return to the rabbit in the distance. The last ray of moonlight disappeared in his cracked palm.

, behind, a real moon rose, rising above the starry sky.

"Your aura is very decadent, retreat." The Wolf King said.

"We will have a fight, but not today. If you lose an arm and suffer heavy losses, you are no match for me."

"If I leave, what will happen to Daxinganling?" the pale giant said, as if the ancient bells were ringing here.

"Nature belongs to the wolves."

"Then let's fight."

"Think clearly, you are not immortal. If you step into this battlefield today, these funeral words will be sent to you."

The scorching air waves interrupted what the Wolf King was about to say, the realm of the imperial realm. But this is not the realm of the imperial realm. It is clearly an ancient image created wantonly by oneself! Lava cracks spread all over the earth in an instant, and the night sky and the horizon of the earth

There was a layer of dark red light. He breathed, and the veins deep in the earth resonated with him! The huge wound on the right arm continued to burn, and even became more violent.

Burning and condensing, the fire-like substance now takes on the texture of water. It extends and solidifies, and the outline of muscles and broad palms appear.

Until a golden-red arm.

The huge pale human figure raised the flame-solidified arm, clasped his face with the golden palm, and took off the volcanic rock mask that had covered his face for a long time. The green-faced fangs and blood-like veins extended from the scarlet pupils, covering the entire face.

The cutting is broken and hideous.

"Changbai, Tongming Seat." He said.

"North Plains, Dronosari."

The Wolf King raised his head, and this was the first time he roared since he set foot on this land. It was long and vast, as if it came from unspeakable ancient times.

The storm and the silver moon rise together.

Deep in this mountain range, half is the burning sky, and half is the storm-wrapped silver moon.

The cold moon reflected their figures.

Record this fight that will surely be engraved in the ages!


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