Tianshan Mountain, with its ten thousand peaks reaching into the sky, the sea of clouds rolled over, revealing the huge boundless gate.
A ferocious ghost face, thousands of evil ghosts are squeezed densely in relief on the surface of the door. They open their teeth and claws, and the dark air waves flow around the door, as if they will come to life in the next moment, come to the world with a sinister smile, and devour living people.
Su Long stood in front of the giant gate. There was a river flowing in the slightly opened ghost gate. From her angle, she could see ripples on the river, as if someone was riding a boat on the river. At this moment, behind her,
The tens of millions of soldiers and horses were no longer inside the gate, the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, and the sound of fighting faded away.
She sighed slightly in her heart.
Someone stood on the edge of the altar and called softly, "Sister."
It was Su Yuyuan. She stood straight on the edge of the altar, with the cliff behind her, but she didn't care. She stepped on high boots, opened her black coat and danced wildly in the wind, like the spread wings of a night owl.
Her right eye was burning, revealing an extremely brilliant golden color. But there was a surge of sadness in her eyes, as if she had lost something precious, like a frenzy.
"You have to leave..." she said.
"If you didn't go back to your ancestors and take out the Red Dragon Picture Book, I might not even be able to see you for the last time. Your parents would even think you were dead. Our uncle was born in a Taoist temple for the first time in decades.
, just to find you." Su Yuyuan looked around, taking in the wind and snow in her eyes. The sadness that emerged seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow, making her eyes no longer warm, and became bone-chilling, "But you,
doing what?"
"Su Long, you have your difficulties, but are you not even willing to give your family a dream? Or are you talking about the legendary ten types of Zhoutian, ghosts in this world, you gave up the past to control the power of the present? Tell me...
"Su Yuyuan raised her head, "Are you a ghost now or Su Long?"
Under the wind and snow, the two eyes looked at each other. Under the raised red hijab, the equally bright golden eyes narrowed.
In front of the gate of hell, the red and slender shadows are like swaying manjus and sandalwoods in the vast snow.
"Do you know why the red dragon picture hidden in the ancestral land has no eyes?" Su Long spoke slowly from high up.
"Because... we are His eyes. At least, at this moment, at this time, we are the pair of eyes that can see clearly the past and the future. What a great and mysterious power. The old man always said that we are the godsend of the Su family. Then
Eyes give us infinite possibilities."
"But Yuyuan, do you still remember that when you were a child, you always said that what you saw before you was different from reality? You saw black tides and heavy rains, roaring dragons, and bloody giants falling from the sky. You could see the future,
So, do you think the future is a given, or is there the possibility of change?" Su Long lowered her eyes, and before Su Yuyuan could speak, she continued: "Actually, it is both. The future has already been determined, and now it is just about changing which direction we go.
A determined end point.”
"Dragon, giant, dark river and heavy rain, these are slowly becoming reality in your eyes."
"Is this kind of power something humans should have? In other words, what kind of creature do you think has this kind of power? It's impossible, sister." Su Long said softly, her eyes extended and left Su Yuyuan.
, looking to the south, the land that disappeared in the present world. "Whether you look at the stars or not, the stars are watching you. And some things exist now, but they are never just now."
Su Yuyuan frowned, she knew what her sister was talking about, and even knew who the "him" Su Long was talking about.
But there's just one thing that's different.
That is, the "ghost" at this moment is not like her sister!
It is ancient and complex, and the words have a strange and rhyming tone. The words tell secrets, describe the ancient times, and show no respect.
"The King of Taihang, Nanzhu, what exactly is he?"
Su Long lowered his head and responded, "You will know, but not now."
"But one thing I can tell you is that one of the scenes you see in the future is the past, and one of the scenes I see in the past is the future. What does it mean that such contradictory points appear in the same individual?"
"Explanation...'the time' has arrived."
…………
In Tianzhu, a huge statue bends down.
The world was completely chaotic, the tide was rushing to the sky, the mountains were cracking, and the pillars of fire hidden deep in the ground rushed out wantonly, and the fire dyed everyone's face red.
But the sky was so dark, so dark that there was only one light, and all the eyes of living creatures were there.
Wearing red clothes, wooden hairpin, and holding an eight-sided ancient sword.
His body is thin but as straight as the edge of a sword.
On the suspended continent, the man slowly pulled out the sword from behind. At the same time, the statue of the god deep in the sea of clouds made the same action as him.
Just by drawing the sword, the sharp edge tore through the earth and turned the mountains into ravines.
"Immortal, you do not belong to this time and space." Chunyang Fuyou said, his eyes were filled with divine light, and his whole person was enveloped by the glow brought by the Dharma, and his face could not be seen clearly. "Pushing open the gate of hell is enough to create an outside world.
place, but I can’t call you here, is it because of that catalog?”
In the sky, the catalog is burning, and the red dragon depicted in the catalog is disappearing.
medium.
Li Xi'an was silent, and behind him there was a scene of huge dharma images falling. There were three bodies, and countless pale, slender, masked priests bowed their heads, and their heads were beheaded one by one.
The man's chuckle came from the light, "It seems that someone has been preparing to deal with me for a long time, that's it, that's all, why bother asking again."
The statue wields a sword.
Li Xi'an also waved his sword.
The dusk-like flames pushed out along his sword, as quiet as dead water.
But the two sword lights collided, and the light and heat burst out, and everything on the ground was erased randomly like graffiti on drawing paper. When the light dissipated, Chunyang Fuyou showed a surprised expression for the first time.
"oh?"
The creatures on the earth did not perish under the light of the sword. In front of each creature stood the shadow of a priest in red clothes. The priest bowed slightly, with his hands in his sleeves, all facing the same direction, like
It's worship. Chunyang Fuyou knows these phantoms, the Kunlun Immortals, but how can the Kunlun Immortals worship another Immortal? There is only one immortal among the Immortals, but that one has disappeared tens of millions of years ago.
For the Queen Mother of the West.
He glanced at the immortal at the top and happened to look at him.
Eyes precipitated with gold, in which ancient sacred flowers bloom.
The Immortal raised his sword.
The three falling figures from behind were lifted up, crushed, and then mixed together, as if there was an invisible big hand shaping everything. Finally, a deformed figure was created, with long limbs and a head with three different faces.
After being broken and spliced together, the only thing that is conspicuous and clear is the sword in the hand of the Prime Minister, hanging upside down, red, in all directions, and engraved with seal characters.
Chunyang Fuyou knew those faces, and he could even call them familiar.
The deformed Dharma dropped the sword from his hand.
It's like a whole piece of sky has fallen.
Li Xi'an had no expression on his face. He dragged the Dusk Sword in his hand, and when the giant sword fell, he ran forward on the arms that were mixed with Dharma signs. At the end of his arms, he was greeted by Chunyang Fuyou.
He slashed arbitrarily, cutting the dharma image that came towards him into pieces.
The man was even laughing as he slashed.
"You miss a cross-border creature more than I do. If you are not in this time and space, then where are you? Did you die in Kunlun where Kyushu fell? Or did you kill yourself and create a medium living being?"
With the last sword strike, the man slashed, and the mixed dharma image cracked from the top of his skull to his body. It shattered with a "bang". Among the iridescent fragments in the sky, the dusk-like light was so dazzling that someone walked across the sky, holding a sword.
Come!
"Zheng——!"
The sound of gold and iron colliding is clear and crisp.
One sword tore apart Chunyang Fuyou's Dharma, and the second sword broke through Chunyang Fuyou's parry. The moment the sword light pierced the center of his eyebrows, the swords collided again!
Chunyang Fuyou's white clothes were still unstained by dust, and the flying sword was inserted into the soil in the distance. At this moment, he was holding another sword in his hand, a three-foot green peak, rippling like water.
The water's light covers the twilight flames.
One of the three cuts is trouble.
Chunyang Fuyou did bring a sword, which is what he is.
He walked and swung the sword with him, and his movements were accompanied by snow-like falling particles, which were the shattered fragments of his body.
Two figures intertwined with each other, red and white like two webs woven together, Chunyang Fuyou was still laughing.
"Thousands of years, millions of years, I never thought that there would be living beings in this land after the fall of Kyushu that would allow me to draw a sword, so heartily!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
He swung his body and made an arc with his sword, as shocked as the waning moon. Chunyang Fuyou shook Li Xi'an away, and the two finally separated. Looking far away, the land was slowly falling between them. The center of this suspended continent was full of
They were scars and fragments. And they rushed towards each other at the moment when the land began to fall. The continent that was dragged to the sea of clouds by Chunyang Fuyou with his dharma fell. The terrifying speed caused every piece of land to collapse with
On Mars, a golden arc appears on the surface.
The stars are falling like a doomsday, and the sky is filled with rain of fire.
And they chased and fought in these firelights, and occasionally the ripple-like sword edge would spread, annihilating everything within the range.
Until the end.
Rain of fire pours down, and all things come to an end.
King Daming suddenly woke up, the familiar feeling came to him again, and the power from the earth began to help him heal his wounds.
"Boom——!" The continent fell, and the ocean stirred up waves thousands of meters high. In the end, not a drop of fire rain fell, and everything was annihilated on the high ground, annihilated in the collision of the two demonic figures.
With this roar, the tide rushing towards the sky lost its power in an instant and turned into powerless water spray and fell into the sea.
The world is gradually returning to normal.
King Daming looked at the center of the ruins, where a figure stood upright.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, King Daming saw the figure's face clearly, and he was stunned.
High in the sky, the red dragon catalog burned up.
…………
Himalayas, snowdrops are incredible.
The land that separated from Kyushu returned after this short moment.
The moment after connecting to the earth's veins, she said to herself in a daze: "What on earth...is happening here!"
The earth was devastated and the mountains were ravaged, but strangely, no souls died in this disaster.
Then, she saw a familiar face.
Hold your breath subconsciously.
"He...why is he here?"
The mole's reaction was faster than that of the snow lotus. He tightened his grip on Changge and disappeared. The next moment, the wind and snow fell, and in the distance, an ice phoenix spread its wings.