Chapter 315 77. The Image of the Precious Gold Hanging Crown
Chapter 315 77. Statue of precious gold crown
There is white mist containing ice crystals floating from a distance, as light as a layer of gauze.
Sibu Zhuo saw shadows moving in the white mist.
These white mists suddenly rose up from behind them. She could feel that these things were related to her kind in the sky. Just like the hot sand rain would fall under her feathers, her kind would flutter their wings and come to bring them.
Ice, white mist, and... Sibu Zhuo squinted her eyes, and she captured the mysterious humanoid creature in the white mist.
They gathered in groups, with bodies as slender as women, their heads lowered, and holy white veils like snow fell from their heads, covering their faces and bodies.
As they walked, the ice spread, submerging large tracts of land.
The roaring and rushing river was still, and the painful people fell asleep. The cold quilt made them feel warm, but there was warmth soaking into people's sleeping dreams. Sibu Zhuo thought of something. She had seen such a description in an ancient book, from the world of ice and snow.
A fairy, the world named her "Snow Girl". She lives in the deep mountains and is no different from humans. She has a stunningly beautiful appearance. She often attracts men who enter the snowy mountains to kiss him in a deserted place. While kissing, she completely seduces him.
Freeze it and take its soul to eat.
The person who is tempted will not feel cold even in the ice and snow. Instead, a heat wave will rise from his soul, making him unable to help but take off his clothes.
Everything currently presented in front of Sibu Zhuo is strikingly similar to the legends and allusions.
It's just that the warmth that symbolizes the message of death has become a reality. The arrival of the Snow Girl puts all the spirits into a deep sleep, and wraps their souls in warmth under the cold ice.
Visitors from the snow-capped mountains, are they her people?
Siwu Zhuo turned around and looked in the direction of the ruins. The iron-green divine bird screamed loudly, and thousands of swords rained down. The sea instantly froze and turned into ice hundreds of meters thick. Then the fight between them shattered and shattered the ice.
into huge icebergs.
Sibu Zhuo's blood is also burning.
But she was temporarily unable to spread her wings.
If she could, she thought, maybe she would see icy rain and hot sand falling together.
"That one is she." King Ming said.
"We are backed by that ancient and huge sacred mountain. Nearby, even the people of Tianzhu worship it as a god and pray for the name of the Snow God. Some also call it the emperor of wind and snow, who controls winter and cold.
The monarch. I once passed by that pure land of snow-capped mountains from a distance and never interacted with it, but her name is too loud in that area."
"They are awakening the carvings of heaven and earth."
"But the mark of heaven and earth is useless in front of the ancestors. It violated the taboo. We lost a lot, but we still failed."
"No!" King Ming said solemnly, "That's more than one clip!"
"That bridge!"
"That bridge is so strange. It clearly exists, but it is separated from reality by a wall. If it is some kind of indentation in the sky and earth, it is too close, terrifyingly close, so close!"
After King Ming finished speaking, he breathed a long sigh of relief.
He saw ice crystals and white mist filling the air, saturating the fragmented land, as if he were in a dream. The breathing of the blood-stained Peacock King Ming began to slow down, but at the same time, the flow of blood from the wound also stopped.
He lost all his feathers, as well as the millions of Buddhas under them. He was already very fragile, but his nerves were tight and he could not relax until now.
White mist shrouded the snow maidens surrounding this giant beast and sang softly. This made King Daming's soul feel as if he had fallen into a hot spring, and warmth flowed through his body.
His tense nerves relaxed and his vision darkened.
Sibu Zhuo could understand the songs whispered by the snow girls. They sang in unison: "O tired soul, this is the destination, sleep peacefully...sleep peacefully!"
The snowflakes were flying and snow dust was swirling. Under the singing of the snow girls in unison, King Ming fell asleep like all spirits. His huge wings folded and the pure white Buddha light disappeared. He lowered his head and his expression gradually relaxed. The white mist extended.
, with complicated lines in it to build a hotbed. The decisive battle with Zu and the many bad traces of calling for taboos faded away from his body, and the wind and snow washed away all the scars on his body, regardless of light or dark.
This is...Sibu Zhuo Shenshen.
It seems that the world has a deep misunderstanding of the king on the snow mountain, and it can even be said that they have never had a deep understanding of him.
The world regards her as the great god of praying for snow, but the wind and snow are just the medium through which she imparts her power.
Her real power should be...purification!
Like the snow blowing by, it carries away the holiness of dust.
The sound of singing gradually approached, and the white mist filled the air. The Snow Maidens approached Siwu Zhuo, and they raised their heads slightly to look at this unparalleled bird.
The king who unleashes bliss.
Sibu Zhuo shook his head and signaled the snow girls not to worry about her.
She has not yet reached the point where the Ming Dynasty King is about to die. Her process of touching the taboo of bliss was forcibly interrupted. The mysterious creature that suddenly appeared did not know what it did. Bliss, she started the taboo and did not intend to stop, or rather
, once this kind of thing is opened, she cannot control its closing.
But Sibu Zhuo still remembers that extremely strange scene. The young man in red clothes stretched out his hand and casually held the Yin Yang bottle in his hand, just like playing with an ordinary object.
And the next moment, the bliss faded.
She fell to earth.
Forcibly interrupted from bliss, she suffered extremely terrible trauma, but compared to burning up in bliss, this result was already the most perfect one.
So her condition is much better than that of King Ming.
The Pengniao can still build the Paradise Tree and stay here to witness this war that spans millions of years.
She explained to the snow girls in the ancient language spread on the snow mountains.
The snow maidens bowed and retreated.
They continued to walk on this devastated land accompanied by the mist, soothing those extremely tired souls, singing songs in low voices as they walked further and further away.
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Completely opposite to the calmness on the earth. Deep in the ruins, roaring sounds were heard.
The giant beasts fell and got up again, and the dragon's roar shook the sky.
Chunyang Fuyou's eyes were still dull. He looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the red shadow high up.
Most of his clothes are now scattered, and his legs have become illusory. The only solid thing is the arm, the arm holding the sword. Every movement of Chunyang Fuyou now will be accompanied by floating fragments.
But the pressure he brought became more and more intense, as if the closer he was to his return, the more unscrupulous he became with his sword.
"I wanted to save some to deal with the cornerstone of the ghost gate." He said.
"It seems like it doesn't have to be this way now. You won't give me this chance."
Terrified.
He noticed that the opponent's strength was rising rapidly!
But that shouldn't be the case.
Although they were unable to observe what happened after the chaotic soil appeared, Chunyang Fuyou pulled out the Chunyang Sword hidden in his body. His means of maintaining the incarnation was no longer there. He should die and return as time passes.
!
But that's not the case.
Chunyang Fuyou raised his sword.
The fog spreads, the sea of clouds opens, and the sea water spreads out for more than a thousand miles from this center!
The power of the ancestors is growing, and the heaven and earth are mourning. This is a power that far exceeds the common sense today!
Zhu subconsciously looked at the red dragon high up. In the pair of flickering golden candles, he sensed that the other party must know something.
Li Xian tensed up his nerves.
He does know why.
Chunyang Fuyou used nine images in that chaotic land. He is not in the land of Kyushu, and there is no difficulty in the boundary wall. He is an immortal, and the other party is also unshakable! Chunyang Fuyou brought to this world
The power was not lost there, and the Immortal asked him to draw his sword and enter the countdown, but the power of the opponent did not change. He was still the incarnation of the ancestor who came here!
He has been waiting for this moment.
Chunyang Fuyou is also waiting.
His goal from beginning to end was to destroy the Gate of Hell and the cornerstone of the present world, and Li Xi'an was waiting for the moment when the other party gave up destroying the Gate of Hell.
Now, he succeeded.
But he will definitely face Chunyang’s sword!
Is it ok?
There seemed to be a voice asking myself in the bottom of my heart.
Not a bad idea!
he answered.
What rises together with the ancestor's fighting spirit is a golden glow like a river and sea! A large bronze cauldron hangs above Li Xi'an's head, and the seal script flows, outlining the ancient green mountains, following the bluestone steps all the way up the Taoism, overlooking
There were worshiping figures and many creatures. He raised his head and noticed that there were more pictures in these scenes than before. He caught a glimpse of a towering mountain, a vast sea, and the Blood Moon Demon Realm.
It's... what it looks like in the ancient world.
During that time, the red dragon preached to the world and finally engraved those living beings on the tripod.
There was a trace of ripples in Chunyang Fuyou Gujing Mubo's eyes.
Like a stone dropped into the well water, a huge and majestic shadow is reflected in the rippling water patterns.
The red dragon circled, and after that, the tall and mighty statue slowly stood up.
Wearing thousands of stacks of armor, his face is covered with gold, he twists a horizontal flute in one hand, and hangs a sword upside down in the other. Golden light surrounds him, like flowing clouds and like flames. The flames burn, shining brightly, and finally he wears a crown like thorns.