Its image grows on the earth, showing off its majestic appearance to the world.
High in the sky, the red scales scattered together with the Dharma, turning into endless leaves.
When the last gust of mountain wind blew away, scattering the red scales and fragments of the Dharma, and lifting up Li Xi'an's large sleeves, he was still staring in the direction of the laurel sacred tree, with the blazing golden flames still in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand and turned these leaves to dust.
The scent of the mole has indeed disappeared, completely.
There is no life in the ancient trees condensed by the moonlight.
He heard the roar passing through the mountains, the earth was shaking, and an extremely strong emotion emerged, seeming to engulf all living creatures in the mountains.
It is different from how most people feel sadness.
In Li Xi'an's eyes, this is just an extremely strong emotion that infects everyone because of the power of the mountains. Perhaps it is the scene at this moment that makes people interpret this emotion as sadness.
After all, the Holy King indeed no longer exists.
But there was an emotion that was as shocking as sadness. Li Xi'an looked back and saw that the Dharma he had briefly manifested through Jian Yuechuan and the Time Law disappeared, and the aura it possessed was also gradually disappearing. It was the laurel tree.
The rising white moon before disappeared unknowingly into the clouds, and the holy and peaceful atmosphere gradually returned to reality, and the fragrance of soil and forest vegetation could be smelled in the nose again.
The laurel completely collapsed and the dust flowed freely.
The eyes of countless creatures are there, and they know what they want to see and what kind of ending they hope to usher in.
But wherever his eyes could see, there was only emptiness.
It seems that just like the authority held by that king, he drives the law of the universe to establish the heaven and earth in a circle. The end that comes at this moment is also the same, nothingness.
"Red dragon!" someone hissed.
Even if the spirits of Shiwandashan witnessed themselves being attacked by the Holy King, they could not let the Holy King die like this.
As a people, what does it mean to witness the death of the king with your own eyes?
They need Chijiao's explanation. At least, they need to know what happened in this short day and night, or in other words, what he did during the period when the Holy King disappeared.
But no response.
The moment the laurel collapsed, Li Xian lost his mind.
He stared blankly in the direction of the dark sacred mountain.
The opposite and equally intense emotion of sadness is joy.
Hundreds of thousands of mountains are rejoicing.
What to rejoice about?
"Boom——!" The sky and the earth were dark, and the stars were lit up one by one along the dark mountain wall.
Chenxing Mountain, the ancient sacred mountain regarded by Yuchai Shunde as a treasure capable of forging the Supreme Artifact, a treasure that could help him reshape his appearance and gain greater power. At the same time, it was also the place where Li Xi'an used the jade hand of fortune to hold it up and suppress it.
The arrival of the bone statue is essential and key.
Zhu described this mountain in the past, during the feast that night when Li Xi'an was about to leave Shiwandashan and return to Taihang.
The general meaning is that this is both the fortune and the misfortune of Shiwandashan.
The birth of Chenxing Mountain in the Hundred Thousand Mountains is a matter of respect that is a million times luckier than the birth of him. This is the treasure given to the Hundred Thousand Mountains by this world. But the sacred mountain stands here, attracting countless peeping eyes.
Master Chai Shunde came here just for this sacred mountain. She is the first, but she will never be the last.
And this sacred mountain will one day become the weapon of a certain living being.
Li Xi'an asked him at that time, the treasure born in the Hundred Thousand Mountains should be prepared for you by this mountain range. Instead of letting the world peep at the sacred mountain, it is better to let the world peep at you, right? Why not try to get that sacred mountain?
Woolen cloth?
The mole shook his head.
He said: "That's not mine. The sacred mountain has its owner, but not yet. What's more, the greed and fear of the outside world can only make us lose it, but it can never let the peepers get it. Red Jiao, you have that handle
Sword, I can feel that the aura of that sword is somewhat similar to that of Chen Xingshan, what is it called?"
"Xi."
"What a hasty way of naming. You don't call it that just because it looks like the morning sun rising when you draw your sword, right?" Zhu laughed and took another sip. In Li Xi'an's memory, Zhu at that time was probably a little bit...
drunk.
"Is it possible that someone really named himself Mole because he was the rise of Mole Cricket?"
So the mole fell silent.
After a long time, he took a few more sips and skipped the previous topic.
"Chenxing Mountain is very important to Shiwandashan." The man who was originally a little groggy was serious.
"Very important, very, very important."
"If someone wants to obtain this sacred mountain, he needs the approval of Shiwandashan."
"Aren't you?"
"Of course I am!" The previously quiet Zhu was very proud when talking about the Hundred Thousand Mountains. "I am the crowned king of the Hundred Thousand Mountains."
"But that sacred mountain doesn't recognize me."
The majestic and majestic atmosphere was reverberating, and as the world saw, the day in the direction of the Hundred Thousand Mountains suddenly turned into eternal night, and the stars lit up.
"The person recognized by the Holy Mountain has not yet been recognized by the Shiwan Mountain, so he cannot take the mountain."
"But it doesn't matter. I have plenty of solutions."
As the sound faded away, Li Xi'an woke up with a start, and the spinning lotus flowers in his eyes gradually dissipated.
Inadvertently, his hand touched the wall of Chenxing Mountain.
The sacred mountain is roaring, the runes on the mountain wall are as hot as the sun, and endless energy roars in the mountain. No one can lift Chenxing Mountain, unless it is the owner of Chenxing Mountain. In that battle, Mole knew.
"It's really yours." Li Xi'an said.
No wonder the extremely contradictory scene was shown in the previous battle. The fallen king used the mighty power of the mountains. Rather than killing the lost ones, it was better to say that this was a trial given by the Hundred Thousand Mountains to verify whether he was qualified to get it.
Chen Xingshan. As for the fallen Holy King, this is something he no longer has to worry about after the battle.
The clues are obvious.
The fallen holy king did not appear as a pale substance in the end, and was still running the Taoism that Mole originally possessed.
That might just be an empty shell.
The deepest filth requires the soul as nourishment. Once the body becomes pale, the creature will lose its original reason and mind and completely turn into filth.
Mole, there was none from beginning to end.
But the fact is that this body has indeed fallen. Even if it has the original mental wisdom of the mole, its origin is distorted. So he ordered all the creatures in the Hundred Thousand Mountains to avoid it. In the eyes of the fallen Holy King, all creatures should die, and the Hundred Thousand Mountains should die.
If the creatures in the mountains follow the instructions of the mole, the only ones who will arrive here in the end are invaders from the outside.
At that time, the Holy King will let the invaders understand what darkness is.
The last step was to find the space passage that sent Li Xi'an away to allow the dragon to arrive. This is why Li Xi'an felt the door being pushed in the abyss of the Yellow River.
Li Xi'an gently rubbed the mountain wall.
Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.
"So, I will accept it."
A hundred thousand mountains of strong emotions surged up and down, hitting everyone deep in their hearts one after another.
They looked at the figure sitting cross-legged on the top of the sacred mountain, and were shocked and silent.
The hair is dancing lightly, and the original words are reflected in the lowered eyes.
He was chanting slowly.
Ancient testimonies resounded between heaven and earth, and everyone held their breath subconsciously. On that sacred mountain, countless floating stars rose and fell behind the figure, slowly gathering into a frenzy! Everything in the world was eclipsed by this scene, and under the influence of the stars Under the light, everything seems to be part of the frenzy.
The wind sped up and became violent.
The river broke away from its channel and rushed towards the dark sacred mountain.
It's as if gravity has been lost here, and the laws that originally existed in the world are reversed in front of the sacred mountain.
"Soil means spitting out. It means spitting out all things. The two images are above the earth and in the earth. The earth spits out all things. Spitting out soil? Rhyme."
The Five Elements Killing Technique is the earth element.
He was clearly wearing a black robe, a dark sky and a sacred mountain, but his body seemed to have a crown of light. Under the frenzy, he remained motionless and extremely calm, like an old monk in trance, or like a piece of rock in the surging tide. reef.
Layer after layer of runes expand from the top of the sacred mountain, and the frenzy of the rising and falling stars returns to the earth at this moment!
The flowing clouds, gold and fire rise together, and he forges his way forward in the flames.