In the far north, there are snowfields, silver light covers the land, and storms stir up snow and dust.
The wolves howled.
The Wolf King walks on the wind. He comes from a distant grassland and is here on an expedition!
The old man on the canoe looked sideways slightly, and the azure eye exposed under his bamboo hat calmly watched the full moon rise.
There was a roar in the wind and snow, and the star-shaped ichthyosaurs devoured the storm, but soon, strange green flames burned in their abdomens, burning them up in an instant. There were not only wolves in the wind and snow, but also a woman standing there,
The long hair hangs down, and the wrists under the wide-sleeved robe are shriveled and yellow, more like a corpse than a living person.
She raised her hand, spread her fingers, and green fire pulsed in her palm.
The old man's relaxed face became serious.
A brass lantern lit up, and she softly sang ancient songs. The sky was changing, a burning sensation visible to the naked eye swept across the earth, the snow and dust melted, and even the river under the canoe began to shrink, and the river bank continued to move toward the center of the river.
Erosion, where exposed land dries and cracks.
"Holy." The old man muttered, but he shook his head again.
"A body."
He stood up slowly, and the fish formed steps to hold him up.
"It's so powerful, but no living being can wake up the real you. It's sad." The old man raised his arms. High in the sky, the statue made of water lowered its head. The most ancient and solemn aura filled the air. The body of the statue was in the air.
The ups and downs are like breathing. This is indeed breathing. It absorbs all the free spiritual energy between heaven and earth!
Create a huge and vast soulless land at will.
The shining fish guard the statue in the center, and a star-like silhouette appears on each small fish, dancing to a strange music.
Qing Yan felt almost suffocated at this moment!
She could not absorb spiritual energy from anywhere, nor could she have any response to this world. After experiencing this fierce battle, the power that could operate in her body was exhausted. As the aura of the god statue became larger and larger, she became weaker and weaker. It seemed that
In the cage, no light can penetrate. Even her soul is vibrating with the rhythm and is being assimilated!
"Roar——!" She roared in pain.
When the thunder goes out, the storm comes first.
The silver-gray giant shadow broke through Zu's territory, tearing apart everything like a sharp knife!
The strong wind is used as a blade and also as armor, but these things cannot completely block the bite of the star ichthyosaur. These things are too powerful. In ancient times, they were terrifying beings that could swallow stars. Now, at the moment when they have lost their glory, they
The power has not changed. The withered figure is walking with the storm, burning green fire along the way.
Zu just looked down.
Then he shook his head.
…………
This was the last scene Semyon saw when he could maintain his consciousness.
The sky collapsed.
There are sacred rivers flowing in the sky, bringing down drizzle that purifies all things.
The dark sky brightened because the moon was shattered by Zu. The giant tiger roared, and life flowed away under the drizzle.
Qingyan roared, thunder flashed around her, but she still couldn't move an inch, her limbs seemed to be filled with a huge weight, and even her soul screamed overwhelmed. The drizzle purified everything, but it was robbing the rain.
The vitality of all living things, the divine peace and tranquility, is the death of all things!
The statue stood silently.
She witnessed with her own eyes the wolves melting under the drizzle, and the living creatures seemed to follow the water in the rain.
The withered human figure under the green clothes collapsed in the rain and turned into a handful of loess.
Heavy footsteps sounded beside Qing Yan. At this moment, in addition to thunder, there was only a storm. An unprecedented storm surrounded them, temporarily cutting off the drizzle. However, the hissing kept sounding, and a symbol of the transformed fish and dragon could be seen overhead.
The light was bright. Zu didn't move at all. He just stood there quietly, watching the death of all things indifferently.
"This is the last ray of wind." said the Wolf King.
Dronosaari, the Lord of Storms, is honored as the king who controls the storm. At this moment, there is only the last ray of wind left.
That is his own royal realm.
Surrounding them is his imperial realm that is gradually being devoured.
He picked up the catalog on the ground and handed it to Qing Yan.
"I know your relationship with the dragon in Taihang. This is his thing. Take it and leave here. I waited for him in the grassland for a long time, waiting for him to come and get this catalog, but after such a long time,
He didn't come, so I can only trouble you to send him back in person." Dronosali's voice was very calm, the opposite of his body.
Underneath the beautiful silver-gray hair is a body riddled with holes.
Qing Yan stared at him, and the Wolf King responded to her with a glance of pale yellow wolf eyes.
The eye of the storm had already destroyed this land, and they were surrounded by exposed rock bases and huge rocks. As for the trees and grass, they had completely disappeared when Zu arrived.
The Wolf King withdrew his gaze.
Slowly crossing the green flames.
With the gradual steps, Dronosari's hair is changing, transforming from silver gray to a complete silvery white color, as if mercury is poured down from top to bottom, flowing through the moon-like glow.
In the distance, the edge of the storm collapsed, revealing the huge statue standing between heaven and earth. And the silver-white emperor walked alone, slowly walking towards it.
Qing Yan was stunned.
It seemed that a long time ago, there was a creature standing in front of her like this. She left him in order not to see this scene again. The storm howled, and overhead, the ichthyosaurs devouring the storm screamed, but Qing Yan didn't listen to anything.
No, her mind went blank. If history was to repeat itself, then what was the purpose of her leaving Taihang and going through all the fighting?
She is still the same person as before...
waste.
"He was reading a eulogy." Someone said in her ear.
The figure continued, "It's such an ancient language. I think this eulogy is for myself, a funeral on the grassland."
Qing Yan slowly turned her head and looked beside her. The next moment, she held her breath.
Standing next to her was a giant black tiger, with eyes like torches, and ominous black flames burning on its body. The whole body was floating, flickering, as if it was made of the strange black flames.
"Xi...za?"
"Oh?" Juhu grinned, "You can actually recognize me."
The giant flaming tiger stretched out its claws, pointed forward, in the direction of the Wolf King, and said solemnly: "But this is just a funeral on the grassland, not an emperor's."
"If you want this funeral to be worthy of an emperor, you should chop your ancestors up as tribute."
"What do you mean?"
Qing Yan just lowered his head and remained silent.
"Are you thinking you can't do it?" Siza smiled, "Don't be ridiculous, girl, there's no way you can't do it, you've always been able to do it. You always wanted to follow that dragon in Taihang and become a helper, but you have
Didn’t you think about going with us? We will go with you and even surpass you.”
"Dragon, as long as a hundred scales."
"Tiger, the king of beasts, you were born to be the one who roars in the world."
"Your anger, your minions, your...crown!" Siza laughed, and the giant tiger-shaped flame burned fiercely until it was surrounded by green flames, and the eyes symbolizing Siza on the black flames also disappeared.
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Above the earth, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.
The old man on the statue raised his head.
At the eye of the storm, all the Star Ichthyosaurs disappeared.
Black flames were burning, and the sound of heavy hitting the ground became louder and louder. But suddenly, everything was silent, even the thunder stopped, and the breathing of everything could be heard.
"Roar--!"
Tiger roars.
The pale tiger tore through the storm, and the black fire surrounded her, flowing and gathering. She raised her head, and when she was stared at by those eyes, she felt a feeling of palpitations. She breathed slowly, and her spiritual energy returned. At this moment, everything
Thousands of spirits became her subjects.
The giant tiger treads the ground.
Finally, the black flames condensed into a crown on top of her head.
Under the flames, the giant tiger roared, the entire snowfield roared, and the white-faced strange birds swam and ran around, calling each other the same name.
This is the new king.
He is also the monarch of the entire snowfield!
The flames kept burning, and a handle appeared in it. Then, the shape of a knife appeared. The fish and dragons screamed and swarmed forward, but the lightning created purgatory.
Today, at this time, in the wind and snow.
The murderous tiger holds the knife and kills Cang Ming!
Germany lost money, and I also lost money.
It’s really the mapo tofu stuffed with green pepper, double mapo!