On the top of the mountain, waiting for the aftermath of the destructive force that swept thousands of miles to dissipate. A creature spoke tremblingly. This was a powerful force that shocked the mind, and was even more frightening than the majesty descended by the ancestors.
No one could see clearly what happened in that moment.
All I know is that the surrounding fields are blurry, and before the incomparable light and heat arrives, it appears on this mountain peak, and I can see Tian Ta in the distance.
Mole withdrew his gaze from the hidden moon high in the sky. The entire cloud layer was burning, and so was the earth.
The pale flame engulfed everything, but the sparks rolled out were cold and dazzling stamens.
The golden armor on the mole's body was cracked and actually shrinking.
At the same time, the surrounding beings noticed that there was a thick golden inscription inserted in the center of the mountain. The runes on the surface flickered for the last time and then went silent. They were removed together with the armor on the mole's body and lost its luster.
The aura of the king who was as huge as a mountain shrank.
"Holy King..." A senior old man from the Li Department touched the inscription that had lost its spirituality, feeling a little worried.
The spirits who were still in a confused state naturally understood what happened before.
Under the joint blockade of the seven idols, the Holy King used Yufa to move the spirits to a safe location. Obviously, what he saw before him was the price.
Zhu didn't pay attention to the damage and emptiness on his body. His eyes were still staring at the pale and cold sea of fire in the distance.
He has now lost most of his armor. He no longer looks burly, but has become slender, revealing the dark flesh and muscle fibers wrapped in the carapace. There is a huge depression in the chest, where blood is oozing out continuously.
Before that pale meteorite fell, he was still traumatized by his ancestors.
There was a spiritual energy representing the opponent's will rushing through his body.
The seven real bone statues were beyond what he could bear. What's more, there was also the phantom sitting cross-legged on the top of Chenxing Mountain. It was a projection, not a decoration. Originally, this was set up for him by the ancestor who had gone through a long period of time.
It was an unsolvable situation, and he had no ability to stop the other party from taking Chen Xingshan. But things changed so quickly that even he didn't react.
What happened? The spirits of Shiwandashan didn't know that their king had the same doubts as them.
The land in front of you is pale and covered with stamens made of ice crystals.
The ignited clouds and the pale earth merged at the horizon, making it difficult to see the end.
There is no way of knowing what is going on at the deepest level.
Have the ancient monks who invaded Shiwan Mountain left? Does the ancestor still have the ability to destroy them in the face of such power? These are all unknowns, and these unknowns are all related to the fate of this ancient mountain range.
In other words, the fate of the creatures here.
Suddenly, Zhu concentrated his attention and found that the rampaging spirit in his body had lost its power and became no longer difficult to control. His heavy body and mind suddenly became clear. This meant that the owner of the spirit could not use this spirit as a medium.
put pressure on.
Waves of ripples rippled all over Miao's body.
All three arms are wrapped in the Dan Seal.
Wisps of pure and majestic spirit were forcibly pulled out of his body. When this spirit penetrated into his body, it was deeply attached to the body's flesh and blood organs. But under Yufa, he had the tightest stripping method.
, this is not difficult for him.
The majestic spirit transpired and was wiped out by the void.
By the time he got to the last bit, that ray of spirit had been stripped away, and the remnants left behind were temporarily difficult to deal with.
At least you have to wait until he is at his peak before doing anything about it.
But enough is enough.
At this moment, what all the spirits saw was that the towering figure standing in the front gradually shrank, and finally turned into a tall man with dark skin. He recited ancient texts and pulled the void.
The golden carapace that peeled off from his body turned into dust, and a door was built in front of him. There were fine cracks at the border of this dark door, like glass about to break, and there was a void inside.
"No way for the Holy King!"
"King, you can't put yourself in danger!"
"We still don't know what the mystery is. The falling star in the sky may not be here to help us! Please be careful!"
"We are willing to serve the Holy King!"
Zhu turned around and looked at the creatures behind him who had terrible scars and wanted to petition him, and smiled calmly.
He motioned the spirits to look at the inscription standing in the center of the mountain.
"I'm sure. Besides, I don't have any backup plans."
The spirits were silent, understanding what Zhu meant. He had made preparations before the sudden war broke out, and was ready to transfer all living beings with the help of the inscriptions left here.
The Holy King is not reckless.
His wisdom distinguishes good and bad for him.
All the spirits understood that this was the Holy King's decision. So they lowered their heads and watched the man disappear through the door.
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Near Chenxing Mountain, bright flames were burning.
A figure is walking here.
The void opens a path for him to resolve this burning sea of fire.
As he walked among them, he realized that this was definitely not a flame, but pure energy, so pure that it was enough energy to destroy everything.
And the nature...is close to the moon.
Just like the "Fire of Taiyin" recorded in ancient books.
No ancient monks can be seen, no statues of gods can be seen. Apart from the pale and gloomy "stamens", there is only the dark sacred mountain standing still.
The two echo here, like returning to the scene in ancient mythology.
He raised his head and fell on normal days. He should not be able to see the scene on the mountainside of Chenxing Mountain, because the thick sea of clouds would block his sight and prevent him from peeking. But it was different now. The falling star tore the sea of clouds apart and spread to
With a radius of thousands of miles, a complete and magnificent huge round mirror is drawn in the sky with Chenxing Mountain as the center. After the light dissipates, the night cover comes back again, so that you can see the bright full moon directly above Chenxing Mountain.
And...the white flowers blooming on the top of the mountain.
Its vitality disappeared, and its color merged with the moon behind it. Then the moment the mole's sight fell, the petals withered and fell from a very high place. So at this moment, at the top of Chenxing Mountain, almost touching the land of stars,
Only the moon was left hanging quietly.
That white flower is like the last obstacle between the moon and the human world. Without the white flower, the moon just faces the earth.
Like an eye from the depths of the starry sky gazing at all living beings.
Zhu continued to walk in the direction of Chen Xing Mountain. He didn't know what the flower was. The petals that fell from the extremely high and far position of Chen Xing Mountain had already fallen beside Zhu. He raised his head again and stared at Chen Xing Mountain.
The full moon behind.
Breathing stopped subconsciously.
He suddenly realized that these were indeed...eyes!
The fallen petals melted on the ground. In an instant, the sea of fire was like a rising tide at night, churning and roaring. The mole stood in it and was almost submerged.
The misty singing sounded again at this moment.
The roaring world is the accompaniment of this song.
"Does it sound good?"
She slowly sank the bow in her hand into the Jianyue River and asked Li Xi'an with a smile.
The divine bow named Ju Yashuang disintegrated in the Jianyue River and turned into the original ancient runes again.
Li Xi'an understood that the current bow could not bear her strength, and she was unable to shoot a second arrow.
At this time, her whole body was turning into fluorescence.
"I will sing this song to lift the supreme head." Li Xi'an replied.
"Okay, okay." The woman looked very happy.
She circled in front of the hanging bones of the red dragon, and sprinkled the fireflies escaping from her body like flowers, sprinkling them on Li Xi'an's bones.
It feels like raindrops.
She gently patted Li Xi'an's hard face and dragged the dress made of fireflies. The firelight of the moon rose, separating the two people's sight. What Li Xi'an saw was a pair of clear and bright eyes.
She wasn't looking at him, her eyes were far away.
"This is a blessing, the blessing of the moon god." She said softly.
The light of fireflies swept across the earth.
It turns out that the light comes not only from her, but also from the laurel, and from the annual rings, where the years are deposited.
"The moon will serve as your eyes, enabling you to see through illusions. And her power gives you bows and arrows, which are your sharp swords to cut through thorns. After these lights gather, you will never be lost until the years
the end of.”
Her voice is so gentle, so beautiful, but it is wrapped in wind and thunder, and it is wrapped in the eternal white moon. It is clear that one moment she was like a girl having fun, and now she is the one who faces the Supreme and watches over all living beings in the shadow of history.
.
After the woman finished reading, she smiled again.
"Red Dragon, I want his head, remember."
"Remember." Fireflies spread beside the red dragon's body.
After a long time, after the moonlight faded, the dead gray earth returned, and the giant red shadow remained motionless, with its head held high, facing the blue morning stars spinning on the horizon.
It was quiet again around him.
There was nothing, just as when he came, except the shriveled body without the moonlight.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Today's chapter has been revised several times, and there is no second chapter.