The blazing brightness filled the entire sight, and the majestic figure swimming in the sky also disappeared. The vision was dark, but he smiled.
"Shake and shake, shake and shake, the clay doll in my hometown opened its eyes again..."
The clay doll opened its eyes, and the dark field of vision suddenly became brighter.
As far as the eye can see, there are huge dark sacred mountains with lava flowing on the surface. These mountains stand tall, and the residual temperature emitted by them evaporates the rainwater from the vast sea.
Changbai.
The sacred snow-capped mountains of the past have returned to ancient times, and the king she chose was bathed in divine fire and reborn.
Zhao Yao Lanxing took a breath and stretched out his hand to rub the waxy chin that had not faded away. Two years ago, he cut off one of the creature's arms and got an oath. The white-haired king said that he would tear off his head if they meet again.
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Zhao Yao Lanxing smiled and reached out to pat the dirt and dust off his robe.
"Today's juniors, each one is more angry than the other. They are all old people and they don't know how to respect the old and care for the young." He moved his mouth, and his strength was gradually rising.
This power from outside the world is helping him to reanimate his body. His body in the small world relies on the special spiritual power transmitted by the Dharma to the doll in Kyushu.
It is more convenient, but it has shortcomings. Not to mention the power contained in the clay doll is comparable to the real Jiuxiang Zhenyi, even if it is against the real ancestor, it can exert a power beyond common sense entirely due to the power of Zhao Luxing itself on Taoism.
Understand. The so-called qualitative change, the clay doll cannot change quantitatively, but it itself has already undergone a qualitative change.
"But even so, can't you do anything to the Taihang Jiaolong?" Zhao Yao Lanxing frowned, and he casually made a sword move. He looked like a veteran on the stage.
He danced his fat body, without a sword in his hand, but when the murderous intention came, the spiritual energy around him suddenly dispersed, and a gap was cut open.
"Hiss—" Halfway through his sword dance, Zhao Yao Lanxing suddenly stopped moving, with a bit of surprise on his brows.
"Hey, this dragon! It seems rough and primitive, and it uses its strength to defeat all kinds of magic, but it actually has a way? Where did it come from, Hengxiao Jinni?" He stopped and started moving again. At the corner of Changbai Mountain, he moved
Evolving and calculating alone, until the final sheath of the sword, a ray of light appeared in the dark sky, faint but visible.
"The gold of the five elements, the pinnacle of the Dao of Killing..." He murmured, but shook his head. "It's not the original five elements. There is something in this dragon. A completely unknown thing brought these things. The Tao is natural...
This is Taoism! Tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s not simple! There is no sense of mistake, and there is no thinking about the process of evolution. Has such a terrible thing actually become the instinct of a living being?"
Zhao Yao Lanxing shook his head, patted his sleeves and was about to leave, but suddenly, a strong wind roared, and the high temperature directly ignited the woods around Zhao Yao Lanxing! Golden burning circles appeared on the edges of the leaves, and sparks filled the air.
"call--!"
Two scarlet full moons were held high, overlooking the dazed middle-aged man.
A huge humanoid shadow enveloped him.
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The boundless sea descends for a whole month, the Tianshan Mountains, the Gate of Ghosts, and the cornerstone of the altar.
Li Xi'an opened his eyes and looked east.
This was the seventh day after the battle with Zhaozhao Lanxing. Just as he expected, he could be calm for seven days. Seven days later, the dark clouds of the vast sea pushed over again, and the last ray of light disappeared the moment he opened his eyes.
The cold wind lifted up his sleeves and robe, and he was slender, but standing here, he looked like a black flag.
The aura around Li Xi'an began to change.
There was an inexplicable flow of air from low to high, with a golden arc of light. There was a square sword box beside his hand, which was almost as high as his elbow and hit the ground, like a dark stone tablet. The two sword hilts were exposed. He is now
His hand was caressing one of the sword hilts. It was a nameless black stone given by the heaven of the ancient world. He forged the sword box and engraved it with seal characters, symbolizing morning and dusk, and the alternation of day and night.
In the distance, the sky is as black as dripping ink.
The clouds were rolling and there was faint thunder.
Li Xi'an looked up, and he saw the huge thing deep in the clouds. He was swimming in the sea of clouds in the sky, his eyes were cold. At the moment when their eyes met, the huge thing tore through the clouds and fell straight down in the heavy rain!
On the way down, under the heavy rain, the huge figure shrank, and finally became a human figure.
Using the wind and rain as a blade, he dragged a distorted halberd and smashed it in the direction of Li Xi'an. The violent air waves shattered the rain curtain.
Through the halberd smashed down by the pole, Li Xi'an could see the ferocious smile on the figure's face, as well as the pair of eyes burning with green will-o'-the-wisps.
"Winter!" There was a muffled sound.
The sword box hit the ground.
Li Xi'an drew his sword.
The golden light overflowing from the sword box almost overwhelmed the world at this moment.
The sword box was warm and glowing with dim light, and the moment it was pulled out, it was almost equivalent to the power of Li Xi'an wielding Taihang Baxing.
The halberd was shaken away, and the blade cracked. Before the pale figure could take back the halberd, red claws stretched out from the light, clasped his head, and hung him in the air. Huge power came from here.
A claw came up, trying to crush his head! The will-o'-the-wisp was swaying, but the smile on his face became even more twisted.
He wanted to wave the halberd blade in his hand again, but a red sword cut through the golden light and cut half of his body.
The dazzling golden light faded.
He was finally able to see the owner of that claw. Under the wide sleeves was the claw that clasped him. The muscle lines were flowing, and the red and fine scales opened and closed. The long sword that erupted with golden light was inserted on the black altar, and
The red sword that cut off half of his body was held by the other hand.
The figure stared at the pair of golden children's eyes, still smiling.
"You are desecrating the dead!"
"This body?" he said, the dancing will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes not extinguishing but becoming more intense.
"I didn't expect that Emperor Long Yuan could not last even half a moment after I assimilated." He raised his eyebrows, and there was no trace of pain on his face from losing half of his body.
Of course you can't see it.
The owner of this body has long since died.
The one who controls this body now is something from the vast sea, a monster that has caused chaos in Kyushu.
"When did you notice me? Actually, I wanted to give you a surprise. The corpse can also speak." It is unimaginable that the claws holding his head have such terrifying power, and he can still speak freely,
Unaffected. Li Xi'an's claws carry divine fire, which is not a flame that can be ignored by inhabiting other people's bodies.
He's a big guy.
"If you can only say these words, you can shut up forever." Li Xian's face was expressionless, and the Xijian beside him was trembling slightly, as if he would leave the altar and rise into the sky in the next moment.
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"Of course not." The figure smiled and said, "Lord of Taihang, you are willing to be restrained here, have you never thought about where the ghosts who escaped from here went? I don't think you can't see that this is a seal, Tianshan
Doesn’t the altar look like the one in Yanguo’s imperial capital?”
"She lied to you!"
"How can a living person believe the words of a dead thing?" He struggled to twist his head under his claws and turned his face in the direction of Li Xi'an, showing a sincere and sincere expression.
But the next moment, Xijian rose into the sky and chopped off his head.
The head fell to the ground and rolled around until it was held up by the black stone sword box. The expression on his face seemed to be a bit puzzled, and the will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes were still beating.
"Why? Do you just trust that woman so much?"
"How can a living person believe the words of a dead person?" Li Xi'an asked back. He raised his hand and dropped the faint sword, completely shattering the will-o'-the-wisp.