In the depths of the boundless sea, in the endless darkness, some people scolded and became furious.
It's that boy.
At this moment, in the abyss where he lives, three figures are entrenched. In addition to the humanoid corpse, there is another dragon-shaped and cow-shaped one, whose eye sockets are burning with dark green, and they are just staring at the boy who is constantly scolding.
.Other bones surged up around him and were crushed alive by the manic man. He used these things as a punching bag to vent the anger in his heart wantonly.
Ahead, a torn black crack reflected the outside world.
The arrogant ancestors left one by one.
The dusk in the west, the dark sky in the northern plains, and... The boy squinted his eyes, and the picture flowed. The silver Great Wall stretched on the picture, and the terrifying wind danced, like a sharp blade cutting through the silver wall, and all the towers built by the ancient country were destroyed. He passed by
The favored slave was fighting with the ancestor, erupting with a roar that shook the earth. The figure of the giant whale traveled high in the sky, setting off a tide that submerged the world.
Zu's advantage is overwhelming.
Even with that silver Great Wall, even with the Lord of the Seven Seas, and that fat man in black and white, Zu still looked down on the world.
Until the blood flows into a river.
People died, and the matrix in the center of the tower evaporated, creating living structures that extended deep into the earth like a spider web. Spider-web-like bloody veins enveloped the earth. At first, Zu didn't notice, not even he who was observing, and then...
…another ancestor appears.
An ancestor who shouldn't be here.
The sky was cracked, and the scarlet eyeballs were turning, casting a look of death. A statue of a fan-holding god stood there. The two met each other in ancient times, looking at each other from a distance. The old friends who were so familiar in the past suddenly had murderous intentions at this moment! Suddenly, that side
The connection between heaven and earth was severed from the vast sea, and it fell into darkness. After losing control on the last battlefield, the boy was silent. He slowly switched the scene in front of him, with ruins, fog, and the sound of waves coming up.
"No!" he growled.
The golden statue of the god stood with a hanging sword. After the light passed, a long sword fell and was inserted into the ruins. The sword body reflected the cold light.
He dropped his hands almost in despair.
Even Master Chunyang Fuyou, who the boy feared from the bottom of his heart, disappeared.
He wanted to curse, but the vicious words came to his lips but he couldn't say them anyway. He witnessed the power of the unshakable one with his own eyes, and fear came from the bottom of his heart. Unable to vent his anger on Zu, he turned to look at the golden statue.
The boy's face was so ferocious that he was almost distorted. He stared through the projection at the figure in Xuan Yi in the picture.
He was stunned for a moment.
"It's you! It's you!" He roared like a beast, punched the screen, and shattered the figure. The ripples spread, and then closed up to re-form the screen. Obviously, this was nothing more than venting his anger.
any use.
The dragon guarding the Tianshan altar looked down upon him and shot that arrow at him!
Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!
He calmed his heaving chest and looked around him coldly.
His eyes were fixed on the huge black dragon skeleton.
"Kill him." He ordered.
A weak response came from that direction. The aura of death produced by such a powerful creature was naturally surprisingly powerful. During this long time, in a very special field, consciousness appeared on the dragon's corpse again, turbid, but enough
When it was new, it looked at the world.
It has forgotten a lot and relies on its instinct to obey the guidance of the vast sea.
So it responds.
"I'm afraid... you can't."
"The Lord has said before, don't... act rashly." The voice came stumblingly, but it made the boy even more annoyed.
He was furious: "You have one and only one master now! Me! The great ten kinds of ghosts! I am your master now, how dare you disobey my orders? He handed you over to me, and you are me
Thing! I thought it was not easy for you to be conscious, otherwise the moment you opened your mouth to refute, you would be erased. Do you understand? Don’t have your own opinions about weapons!"
At the end of his speech, his voice gradually turned into a biting coldness.
"Now, repeat my order." The boy said coldly.
At the other end of the pitch-black water, a giant creature was swimming slowly. Its skeleton still had scales that symbolized the real dragon. These remaining scales opened and closed, breaking the current.
A snake-like slender neck stretched out from the darkness, and a huge ferocious skull stared down at the boy.
"Kill..." The green ghost fire burned, and it turned its head to look at the figure in the picture.
There was some doubt in the flame.
It seems to overlap with a certain fragment in the remaining memory.
"my king?"
But the clarity of this moment disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a rising, disgusting and dirty will.
It rubbed its sharp teeth, and its bones collided with each other to create sparks. Its huge body was winding, and something seemed to be grinning in the darkness.
…………
Ice fields and fish schools disappeared.
The old man was still sitting on the canoe, quietly watching everything that happened in front of him.
The statue shattered, and what remained was a crystal-clear bone statue the size of a forearm, which cracked from the middle.
By an... extremely sharp knife.
He raised his head and looked at the figure walking out of the endless black flames in the distance.
Her long snow-white hair, tied high into a ponytail, was flying. Underneath it was an extremely cold face, with her emerald eyes drooping. She was dragging a knife, a broad knife made of black iron and engraved with the pattern of the sky.
The handle of the knife is brass, and the back of the knife is straight and thick. It is engraved with ancient seal script. The old man can tell at a glance that the seal script is a primitive law, symbolizing the power of heaven, symbolizing... the judgment of death!
The woman's arm holding the knife was covered in jet-black armor, which extended to her entire body. The texture of the jet-black armor condensed with flames was the same as that of the knife. As she got closer, the sound of the armor's friction and collision became clearer and clearer.
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The left arm and left chest are covered in snow-white robes, and the broad sleeves are painted with a roaring image of a fierce tiger like a torch.
The river under the canoe had long been evaporated by black flames, and the canoe stopped in the middle of the dry river bed. With a slight sway, the old man knew that the crowned king was sitting on the other end of the canoe.
But the old man laughed: "I didn't expect that I would be tricked by that fierce tiger."
"But he's dead, risking his life." A cold response came from behind.
"Yes, he is dead, but when you tease an ancestor, you have to pay something, right?" the old man said slowly, "He will make a bet on himself and bet on you to win."
"You win, the new emperor of the snowfield." The old man groped behind him, and finally threw it backwards.
Qing Yan stretched out his hand to take it, and when he lowered his head, he saw that it was actually a wine pot. The pottery wine pot had no traces of spirit on it, and it was no different from the wine that some elderly people kept in their homes in the past.
"Would you like a drink?" the old man said.
He raised his glass, "Here's to you, to these brave creatures who are not afraid of death. This new world is so wonderful that it's worth drinking this glass of wine."
Qing Yan stuck the Cangming knife on the ground, picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp.
When she put down the jug, there was a sound of the jug breaking on the other side of the canoe, and the old man disappeared. Naturally, the jug fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. There was no trace of wine in it. As he said, the old man drank it.
Got it clean.
Qingyan raised her head, and the last trace of the statue disappeared, revealing the vast sky behind her, with a sea of rolling clouds. Just when the sun was setting, the orange sky rushed over, and the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated her face. The Wolf King looked at the setting sun from a distance.
Below, the woman on the wooden boat is holding a wine flask and leaning on the knife as if facing a tombstone.