The moment daylight approaches, the blooming twilight stretches out, tearing apart the night like a golden lightning bolt.
The wolf king in the mountains is shrouded.
His speed and agility are far superior to those of the Transparent Seat, and with the strong wind, he can even compare with the erratic moving dragon shadow. But facing this light reaching the sky, he has nowhere to escape.
“Buzz——!”
The moon eye behind the Wolf King trembled, and something in the air was floating around.
wind.
The strong wind gathers here.
There are thousands of moonlight fairies in the wind, with their hands folded on their chests and making strange gestures. If anyone familiar with grassland customs sees this, they will know that this is a pious blessing from the grassland, some kind of "
"The language of wind". Because people living on the grasslands believe that the wind will bring vitality and whereabouts for the next year, so in that ancient tradition, the grassland people will always take a day to find the next fertile grass for their cattle and sheep.
Pray and ask the wind about their future.
The wolf king roared, and the wind and moon built a barrier.
The next moment, light comes.
The Wolf King's figure was submerged by the huge beam of light, and the many mountains behind him all turned into white.
The goblins disappeared.
When the blazing light like the sun dissipated, he could no longer hear the sound of the wind. The barrier made by the moonlight and the strong wind could not completely resist the sharp edge that tore the night apart. At this moment, half of the face of the illusory Wolf King appeared on the white moon.
A strange darkness appeared, as if the skin and hair had been peeled off, leaving fragments of flesh and blood wrapped around the exposed half of the skull.
But there is no blood. The Wolf King originally closed his eyes, but half of the superficial flesh and blood on his face was lost, and his eyeballs were exposed. Although they were burning, they had the texture of a dead candle that was about to be extinguished. The closed eye on the other side also opened.
, burning with a faint green light.
He stared intently at the sword-wielding dragon shadow in mid-air, and the same was true for the moon eyes behind him.
The other party let go of the sword and allowed the long golden jade sword to turn into a small golden fish swimming around. The moment the Wolf King's eyes met the golden candle in the sky...
The air explodes!
Red shadows penetrated the sky, and the Wolf King felt an extremely huge pressure coming from above, with sharp claws digging into his neck and back.
"Roar!"
Before the Wolf King had time to raise his head, scorching and rolling flames swept across and surrounded him.
His limbs were off the ground, and the force drove him along. The huge dragon shadow dragged the wolf, and its sharp claws tore at the flesh and blood, not stopping until they were carved into the gaps between the bones, and the scales scratched the bone nerves. Divine fire
The body of the Wolf King is burning all the time, and those pure moon-white hairs are losing their luster. Even if they are rapidly growing again, the destructive power of the divine fire is obviously more terrifying.
Dronosali's vision was obscured by golden fire.
Two arms from the void grabbed the moon eye behind him.
The ancient runes flickered, and Dronosali had not completely lost the opportunity to "see". The moon was erupting, spiritual energy gathered, the sky suddenly dimmed, and a half-moon shadow appeared on the edge of the horizon, which was visible to the naked eye.
Draw the light to the silver moon of Dronosari.
The wolves on the ground howled in response to the moon.
The moon and storm are their totems and symbols of their king.
But the next moment, an extremely shrill roar sounded between the intertwined dragons and wolves. The clouds shook, the moonlight that was pulled over collapsed, and the moon shadow that appeared also dissipated. This shrill roar seemed to come from hell.
Every creature shuddered and covered its ears.
That shrill roar came from Silver Moon,
There were cracks in the silver moon behind the Wolf King.
The perfect moon has cracks.
The crack spreads outward from the center, which is both the center of the silver moon and the pupil position of the eyeball made of ancient runes. At this time, a sword is inserted in that place, an exquisite small sword carved from gold and jade.
This moon is an image of Dronosaari. How could something that doesn't exist be attacked?
As long as this silver moon is here, he will never die.
But the Wolf King had no time to think. The small sword pierced the silver moon, and the eyeball constructed with ancient runes exploded, expanding the crack in the center a little. This silver moon still played a role, in the blazing flames.
Make space for Dronosaari.
"Boom——!"
A huge knocking sound.
After the Wolf King was pulled off the ground, an arm held down his head and smashed him on a certain mountain peak.
The mountain naturally collapsed. How could the land and rocks be comparable to the physical strength of the creature? But blood appeared where the Wolf King's head hit the mountain, and the moon-white luster in that area quickly receded, turning into the original silver-gray color.
.
The burning green eye lost one.
There is also a sword on the necrotic eyeball, slender, broad, eight-sided, and the body of the sword is red. Zhuo Nosali growled to resist the erosion of the long red sword. This sword carried an astonishing death aura, and at the end
It penetrated close to his brain and almost killed him.
This was undoubtedly the closest he had ever come to death.
Dronosari thought so when the giant claws on his neck exerted force.
The indifferent bone face appeared in front of him, with no expression and no smile that cracked the bones at the beginning. His sinuous body was wrapped in golden flames, as if covered with a flowing cloud robe.
But those blooming sparks are quite deadly.
An arm strangled the Wolf King's throat. His face had long been fragmented, and now even his neck was no longer intact. Li Xi'an swam close to the ground, dragging the Wolf King in his hand and pressing him to the ground and rubbing him wantonly. The earth appeared.
With huge deep marks, the mountains look like small slopes of soil that have been plowed.
The pounding sound lasted for a long time. During this period, the Wolf King wanted to stand up, but was pushed down again by Taihang Baxing.
"boom--!"
The huge moon-white shadow was thrown away, rolling on the ground, collapsing countless mountains, and cutting off countless rivers. Such a behemoth was thrown out so easily. It is hard to imagine what kind of terrifying power was contained in that arm.
At the end of the deep mark, the White Moon Wolf King still wanted to get up.
A winding shadow enveloped him. A ferocious claw smashed down his head, another tremor occurred, and the smoke spread.
Fragmented white covered the Wolf King's field of vision except for his scales.
Snowing?
No, this is not snow.
The Wolf King roared in pain, and the golden sword turned into a small fish and returned to swim in the sky. The two claws that grabbed the silver moon exerted force and tore the moon into pieces. These "snows" were the fragments of his moon. The moon
The white glow disappeared, and Dronosali's body became the original silvery gray.
He saw the huge dragon holding his body raising its head, and the color of its eyes almost coincided with the sun.
Then.
Dronosali heard the howling wind.
Strong wind, because of the strong wind caused by the movement of the red dragon shape.
His still intact eye saw the clouds, the sun's rays splashing on the huge wolf's body, and the astonishing death energy of the red sword consuming the wolf king's will.
He doesn't have much spirit that can work now.
It used to be an ocean, but now it is roughly the same as a lake.
Dronosari stared at the creature that took him into the air, but there was no trace of fatigue on the bones.
The sound of wind, the roar of burning flames, and the sound of scales opening and closing.
The red dragon shape is flying high in the sky, holding the wolf king's throat in his hands. The arms stretched out from his position are holding him in place.
"If you can still stand after falling to the earth, I will let your wolves go."
The dragon stopped and sat in the clouds.
Li Xi'an hung the Wolf King in front of him, lowered his head and looked at his broken face.
The golden fire was gathering, and each red scale was expanding, overflowing with golden sparks. Dronosali could see that the gaps between the scales on this bone surface were lit up, and a magnificent dark gold color flowed through them. The pair of golden candle-like
His eyes were burning crazily, all the surrounding scales were illuminated, and the glow extended to the edges of the scales.
Behind Li Xi'an, the void opened up.
The four arms form a dharma seal.
The bronze cauldron in the center of the four arms is running and living, and the true spirits of the four elephants are clinging to the seals of the arms.
The last sight of the Wolf King was the dragon's open rows of sharp teeth and the fire lighting up in its throat. The golden flames burst out, filling his entire world.