3. When the world collapses, the shrine starts 4.2k
Kyushu, one hundred thousand mountains,
Like a divine bird made of ice crystals, it stood on the top of the mountain, its slender neck was winding, and its eyes were filled with fluorescent light.
Fine snow fell among the feathers, making it seem like winter had arrived early in the hot and humid depths of the mountains.
As she expected, another world returned to the land of Kyushu, with the Shiwan Mountain as the center, and spiritual energy surged upwards again. Now she could breathe and overflow with the spiritual energy tide.
This is a carnival for a hundred thousand mountains.
Of course, it was far more than just a carnival for the hundreds of thousands of creatures in the mountains. Bingfeng raised his head and looked far into the distance, seeing the drastic changes that were about to happen.
The effect of the boundary collapse in Taihang Mountain was not obvious. Kyushu generally has a critical value. The return of one boundary cannot touch that critical value, but it is different now. The return of two boundaries, let alone her, I am afraid that ordinary living beings can feel the huge changes in this world.
"You..." Beside him, She said hesitantly.
The king in front of her helped Shiwandashan survive the disaster of world collapse, but she didn't know how to address him.
The chill in the divine bird's eyes was even colder than the depth of winter.
"Bingfeng." Shenniao saw She's doubts. Her tone was very calm, even gentle, not as cold as she imagined.
"Although it is not a name in the strict sense, there is no problem in calling me. Your king also calls me this way. Don't be confused, I have too many names." Bingfeng continued.
"Kangla, Kawabog, Great God Qixue..." Bingfeng spat out one rather unfamiliar word after another.
"Kangla, this is what the people at the foot of my snow-capped mountains call me, which means the god of snow. Kawabog is not very beautiful. My enemies like to call me this, because it represents ferocity, cruelty and strength. The environment where I live is much more complicated than Shiwandashan. There are many people from different countries who believe in me, so there are more names to call me. If you don't mind, you can choose any one of these names. Or give it to me. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to choose a name that is characteristic of your Shiwandashan.”
She was silent and speechless.
The divine bird king whose power was hard to detect before his eyes raised his head slightly, as if waiting for her new title.
But I'm afraid the other party will be disappointed. We still have to leave things like naming to intellectuals. For example, she's basically a rough snake. It's better to give her a name that's characteristic of Shiwandashan. In case she's not careful. , She is the biggest sinner in Shiwandashan’s diplomatic history.
"Huh?" The divine bird snorted softly, and saw the snake girl was speechless for a long time.
"Forget it." Bingfeng raised his head and stopped worrying about this topic, "Where is your king? Even if he destroyed the realm with the red dragon, he should be back by now."
"I don't know." She answered simply.
"Don't you know?" Bingfeng looked at the sky.
The clouds dispersed and the sky was blue. It was obvious that the sky would not throw down the King of Hundred Thousand Mountains at this time.
"Do you know what it means to go to the realm and not return after the realm collapsed?"
Bingfeng tilted his head slightly, "It means that they were destroyed together with that realm. Don't worry, don't worry, look at you, your spirit started to become disordered before you even finished speaking. Do you care about others so much?"
The divine bird is lazy and elegant, its tail feathers swing gently, and its words are unhurried.
"There is also a possibility that one of the realms collapsed and did not return to Kyushu. It is very possible that they went to another world. You are anxious again. Another world does not mean death, it is another star. Put it this way, understand What’s going on? The second-in-command of Shiwandashan is a cold snake demon. What’s going on? He breaks his guard whenever he mentions your king.”
Don't be discouraged.
She has never met such a king.
In other words, there are only two kings in her impression, the red dragon and the cricket. The most inconspicuous example is the cricket. Unexpectedly, this sacred snow bird from the snow-covered plateau sounds like a provocative noble lady in her words, which is better than the cricket.
His playful smile is even more outrageous. The most inconspicuous model has probably changed.
"I'm worried about him, because without him, it will be difficult for me to defend the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Ancient mountains without a crowned king are like unlocked treasure chests to the world, waiting for someone to open them."
"So unsure?" Bingfeng asked.
"Because I have experienced it," She replied.
"Okay, okay, I can reluctantly stay here for a little longer until your king comes back, how about that?"
"Why do you sound a little excited?" She's snake-like intuition told her that this bird was very strange.
"Yes?" Bingfeng smiled.
"But I have a condition. I'll hire a king to guard the mountain for you. I'll charge some interest first, but it won't be too much."
"What?" She began to be wary. The originally solemn and sacred phoenix bird had changed its appearance in her eyes. Is it a bird? Is it really not a fox?
Bingfeng lowered his head, and the flowing light dissipated, revealing gray-white, mirror-like eyes.
In the reflection of this pair of eyesighted children, there are mountains rising side by side and majestic palaces standing tall!
…………
Qinling Mountains, beside a deep lake.
A huge and fat figure slowly walked out from the mountains, dragging a green bamboo that was almost as high as the mountains.
Then, he slowly climbed into the deep lake, adjusted his posture at the same time, stretched his arms and legs, turned his back to the sky, held the green bamboo in his mouth and started chewing it.
"Ah, Bashi!"
After a long time, the giant said.
The king of the Qinling Mountains ruled the barbarians. No one could have imagined that this king would behave like this in the mountains.
"Fat man." Someone suddenly shouted.
Da Zhiyi turned his head, revealing a black and white and quite funny face. Finally, he found the figure calling him on the top of a mountain.
"Old man?" Da Zhiyi was stunned, looking a little panicked for no reason, "What's wrong? Could it be that An Wanxian is back?"
The old man standing on the top of the mountain made a secret and flew down on a beam of light.
"No." The old man shook his head.
"It's rare for you to go out all the time. Why, the Taoist temple is closed?"
The old man shook his head again.
After a long time, the guys lying around in the lake looked embarrassed.
"this……"
He spread his hands and showed the last bundle of green bamboo.
"That's all I have, if you keep asking..."
"Bastard!" The old man couldn't bear it anymore and finally got angry. "Am I here to talk to you about this? Look at the sky outside, to the southwest!"
"Tian Ta?" Seeing that he was not here to ask for his food, Da Zhiyi confidently stuffed the green bamboo back into his mouth.
"The sky is falling." The old man nodded for the first time.
"Is anyone going to block it?"
"Yes." The old man nodded for the second time.
"Is the blocking finished?"
The old man continued to nod.
"Then it's over. Someone will do the job." Da Zhiyi patted his belly happily.
"Don't worry about this anymore. There's nothing to worry about."
"You don't care this time. What happened to you last time?" the old man asked.
"Last time, it was because we were close. Think about it, the Taihang Mountains are right above our heads. If something happens to that area, we won't be much better off. The southwest is too far. You are making things difficult for me, fat man."
"Really?" The old man raised his voice.
"It's absolutely true." Da Zhiyi nodded sincerely.
"Okay, I got it!" The old man waved his sleeves and prepared to leave. Before he finished, he turned back and nodded at Da Zhiyi, "Let's go!"
"Hey! You go slowly! Remember to send me a message when An Wanxian comes back!" Da Zhiyi took the time to respond.
When the light disappeared from the sky, the chubby face smiled.
"The old man responded very quickly."
"Without the red dragon, there has to be someone in the middle of this vast land to control the situation." With the sound of water rushing, Da Zhiyi sat up from the lake and put his hands on his hips, "Then it must be me, Da Zhiyi!"
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Deep in the Taihang Mountains, the girl lifted up a man with a smile.
"My Buddha is merciful! Donor, do you really have nothing to say?"
"I'm just a riser who goes into the mountains to give it a try. You monsters occupy the mountains and plan to occupy all the media? Bah, it's shameful!"
The voice was weak, and the thick golden light vibrated.
A big hand came down and almost beat the man to death.
"The donor must not be rude." The girl smiled. "But I'm sorry, it seems that I have wrongly blamed the donor. I will let the donor go."
After saying that, the girl threw the man down directly, and the bruised man used his remaining strength to temper him.
"Why don't you help me treat it if you know it's a misunderstanding..."
The girl clapped her hands and spoke righteously.
"The previous slap was a rude warning from the donor, and there is no way to cure it. The first slap was to make up for the donor's frightening me, and there is no cure. Amitabha, I am merciful. Donor, I will chant sutras for you and bless you to leave safely.
."
After saying that, she ran away with a strange smile.
"Monk! Monk!" The man was left struggling in pain on the spot.
At the same time the girl disappeared.
On the island in the middle of the lake, there was a ginkgo tree. Myolie Chu opened her eyes, a leaf fell back into her hand, and a corona of the sun loomed behind her. The white fox curled up on her lap also raised its head and looked at her.
"Donor, Buddha once said, Myolie Chu is fishing, and those who wish to take the bait will take the bait. If you can't remember such famous sayings, don't blame the poor monk for killing you all in the future."
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The far north, the northern end of Xiaoxing'an Mountains.
Covered with snow all year round, Beizhou was one of the nine states in the past, and the half-human-high snow scene is probably the most common scenery.
There are two figures fighting on the snowy field.
Snow dust flew everywhere, biting each other and running towards each other.
"Boom——!" The more burly figure among them slapped the other figure directly down, and the terrible shock swept away the thick snow in the surrounding area.
"I thought a tiger walking alone in the Taihang Mountains should be so powerful. For such a weak person, your scars can't add much color to your qualifications. Instead, they are a symbol of your weakness and incompetence." A burly giant tiger said in a deep voice.
, the undulating muscles drive skin patterns, which are particularly conspicuous in the snow, like endless flames.
"Roar!" The downed pale fierce tiger roared and burst out violently.
The flaming tiger released its giant palm and stepped back a little distance.
"Yes, a king should look like a king. The way you whimpered earlier was like a kitten." He licked his paws, and all the burning spiritual energy returned to his body.
The pale and fierce tiger pounced on him, and the two fought together again.
But this may not be called a fight.
High up, a woman with a long sword on her back looked at the battlefield.
The king who wandered in the endless snowfield, Siza, was a fierce tiger. He wandered in the snowfield, ruled his territory with violence, and killed all the creatures that did not surrender to him, including the ocean overlord who came out of the ice sea, and the people from the slit of the world.
The ancient monks, without exception, all became the bones under his throne. This king never stayed in one place, he kept wandering, and when he saw powerful creatures, he would fight. If the battle did not satisfy him
, the other party will die.
He is worthy of his name, "tyrant".
From a human perspective, there is no doubt that this man is a tyrant, but under his iron-blooded rule, the entire ice sheet is peaceful and free of external enemies. The creatures in the ocean are afraid of him, the god of death, and dare not set foot in this land again.
The frozen land.
Therefore, this cannot be called a fight at all. In the eyes of this tyrant, Qingyan is almost like a cub.
"Boom——!" Qingyan was knocked away again, and a chilling sound of bones breaking could be heard.
It was probably a few months ago, before spring had completely passed.
They encountered this king.
It is extremely terrifying, and can even be said to be terrifying. This is generally the talent of rising tigers, to dance in the midst of killing and become king on the bones. Since the resurrection of heaven and earth, countless creatures have died under the claws of Siza, and he is the only one.
The recognized existence can barely occupy a place in his black pattern and become the ghost he drives.
Qing Yan, who became the Demon King and mastered the thunder, was not his one-in-one enemy.
But surprisingly, the other party seemed to have no ill intentions towards Qing Yan.
He is actually teaching.
An Wanxian looked at Qing Yan who was struggling to get up from the snow, and then looked at the huge shadow standing still in the distance. This is probably similar to the teachings of the fathers of the ethnic group to the younger ones, just like the animal world she watched when she was a child.
, teach hunting skills, teach natural common sense, and then leave it alone. She has suspected that this is some kind of courtship behavior, but looking at the appearance of the tyrant, he is obviously not looking for his queen.
Of course, this kind of knowledge can no longer be used to judge the rising creatures, but apart from that, An Wanxian can't figure out the reason.
It's not that I haven't asked Qing Yan before, and the answer she got was almost the same as what she deduced.
Another roar!
Snow dust flies away, thousands of ghosts howl, this is Qingyan's ghost realm!
But the next moment, a dull roar sounded in the snow and dust, and the ghost collapsed in an instant, and a blazing flame flashed, throwing the green flame away and smashing down a mountain in the distance.
"What the hell?" Siza said.
"Your ghosts are as weak as you. I can see that there are many strong ones among them. They shouldn't be so weak. Didn't you kill these ghosts yourself? Did you come from a battlefield? There was a more powerful existence that destroyed them.
So your pride as a king is to pick up leaks?" He sneered, walking slowly on the snow, the patterns on his body were flowing, and there were countless weird black shadows trying to break through.
boom--!
The snow was dyed pitch black, and behemoths roared in the sky. There were giant bears wearing heavy armor, a sea snake with a pearl in its mouth, a sword-wielding human figure with three pairs of wings, and an ancient monk with a magic weapon hanging on his head.
, one after another, filling the entire sky.
Under the shadow of thousands of gigantic ghosts, the tyrant still shines as brightly as the blazing sun.
He licked his claws indifferently.
"The snowfield is about to usher in a second storm. This storm will even cross the Great Wall of Yanguo. It will be a feast of killing. No living creature can predict whether he can survive. The same goes for me, and the wolf on the grassland.
Same."
Siza raised his eyes, "How about it? Kitty, are you coming? Use this feast to crown yourself."
High above, An Wanxian stood up slowly.
She finally understood what this tyrant was doing. He was looking for...a successor!