In the wilderness far away from the world, there is only dust and sand.
Occasionally, the wind blows the dust and sand into the shape of waves, and the sand moves outward in layers in the direction of the wind, as if it is eager for the wind to take them for a ride and bring them to a place where they can see rain.
But there is no rain here.
Not to mention here, it has not rained in the world for several years.
The blazing sun is scorching the earth, but soon, thick black clouds can be seen rolling in from all directions, covering up the sun. In a few breaths, the day turns into night. After the sky and the earth completely darken, you can observe the black clouds
The lightning flashed, and the thunder snakes roared in the clouds. Several of the lightnings fell to the earth, the dust and sand collapsed, and the ground sunk, forming a bottomless black abyss.
Mo Lan sat cross-legged in the air.
The Imperial Realm is released without reservation.
Around him, within a radius of ten miles, the dark ink swayed, as if someone was holding a pen in the void, drawing a picture, with insects, fish, birds and beasts, mountains and rivers. Within a radius of ten miles, the entire imperial realm was compressed into
The ultimate, forming an absolute pure land that belongs to him.
The elves of ink and wash danced around Mo Lan. These creatures that he gave souls to were active, but deep in his eyes, a hint of death inevitably flashed.
His life is about to end.
After staying in the extreme realm of the Emperor's Dao for nearly a thousand years, he could not find the slightest opportunity. Looking around, there was no way to go, and there was darkness ahead. Until now, Mo Lan understood that if he walked towards the darkness, he would surely fall.
To the bottomless abyss. But he had no choice. Since the Imperial Ancestral Temple was willing to give him this opportunity, to give him this opportunity to peek into the future, he had to take a gamble.
I don’t doubt the motives of the Ancestral Temple. Let’s not mention the reputation of the Ancestral Temple. It has always been true to its word.
As far as Si is concerned, he has nothing to plan.
Thinking of this, Mo Lan looked at Dadi.
On the endless dust and sand, Youdao's figure is particularly conspicuous.
Wearing a long black coat, the long tail extending from behind hooked up the wine bottle. A long red sword was inserted beside him, and the residual warmth from the sword was warming his wine.
The spirit of the current Supervisor of the Imperial Ancestral Temple is also the Dragon God of Dongting Lake. This is the only ancestor known to Mo Lan in the past thousand years. Even if there are rumors that this Dragon God failed to overcome the tribulation, he is actually the first ancestor.
His body was incomplete, and in the end he was even willing to turn into a ghost and god in the Ancestral Temple in order to preserve his consciousness and supernatural powers.
But he is the ancestor after all, and among the ghosts and gods in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, he is respected as "Tie Tian".
Mo Lan noticed that those thunders that roared in the world and destroyed the heaven and earth never fell around the other party. He sat calmly in the sea of thunder and did not stop drinking.
"Heh." Mo Lan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Jie Yun.
This is his fate.
Regardless of success or failure.
He has to face this thing eventually.
"Boom——!" The first tribulation thunder sounded.
A blazing white thunder snake reaches through the sky and the earth!
The man roared, and drew out a black and white paintbrush, which was his life weapon. The lightning fell, and cracks appeared on the pen at the moment of contact. Mo Lan immediately turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood. Mo Lan chanted in a low voice.
At the end of the battle, the Imperial Dao Realm roared, and the ink creatures raised in it rushed towards the thunder light with their teeth and claws. For a moment, the sky was filled with the color of ink.
But the ink color lasted only for a breath.
The thunder light wiped out the creatures in Mo Lan, and even the wails and roars could not be heard. This thunder snake continued to extend, seeming to tear apart Mo Lan's imperial realm!
This is the catastrophe of the ancestors, the ultimate state of the emperor's way, and this proud cultivation in the world cannot shake it in the slightest. A mayfly can shake a tree, and a mantis' arm can be used as a chariot.
"Rumble——!" said the second one.
Mo Lan's soul felt as if it was split open by lightning at this moment. Everywhere he could sense was filled with falling thunder, a vast ocean, and every ripple in the ocean was a sea of thunder!
"Your Excellency!" he roared.
Mo Lan couldn't continue and wanted to call the red dragon!
This was his agreement with the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
The red dragon will help him block the next three thunder tribulations, and he will not care about his life or death from now on. This is something that goes against the heavens. Even for the ghosts and gods in the sky, Huanghuang Tianwei is the last thing he should touch. In fact, Mo Lan instinctively senses the strangeness
, but he could not refuse such a temptation. As he thought at first, there was no treasure in this body worthy of the high price paid by the Ancestral Temple.
There was a rustling sound.
It was extremely sudden in the roaring thunder, like someone turning an umbrella under the sea of thunder.
Mo Lan was unable to sense the outside world, so he couldn't see that Li Xi'an had already stood up, gently put away the wine bottle hooked up by his tail tip, and raised the red long sword.
"Continue to overcome the tribulation. Beyond the clouds of tribulation, don't look, don't listen...and don't ask." The young voice suddenly sounded in Mo Lan's ears, and then the lightning burst.
The scene in front of him subverted Mo Lan's understanding.
Chilong didn't even use his huge body. He only used his human form to raise his sword and disperse the calamity thunder. The tiny human form was almost invisible between the sky and the earth under the imprint of the blazing thunder, but he cut through the lightning so easily.
The rippling crimson light overwhelmed the sea of blazing white thunder, and the oppressive black clouds seemed to disperse, leaving only the vast fire cloud and smoke, like a dragon hiding deep in the sky. This fire-like cloud was his breath.
In the fire cloud, Mo Lan saw his back.
A back as straight as a sword.
"This is the same thing." Li Xi'an said.
The scorching red light illuminated half of his face, and the dragon's branches stretched out between his forehead, beneath which were the pair of dark golden pupils. Being stared at by these eyes, Mo Lan didn't even care about the injuries on his body, and hurried
He bowed and saluted, but when he heard the thunder again and stood up, the figure in front of him had long disappeared. Looking back towards the dusty sand, there was no figure of the warm wine in the familiar place.
The feeling of fragmentation deep in my soul has subsided a lot.
Mo Lan remembered the rustling sound of the umbrella he heard when the thunderbolt fell. This time, the sound disappeared.
He looked up and saw that the sky was dark and thunder was flashing, but at a certain moment, the light of thunder and lightning would reflect a huge and winding shadow deep in the calamity cloud.
Thunder strikes again.
The sea of thunder overwhelmed his sight, and Mo Lan could no longer think about what the huge shadow in the calamity cloud was.
…………
He heard roaring.
It's like crying.
The dark clouds turned blood red.
It was as if a giant had been injured, and the black cloud was his robe. At this moment, along the wound, blood kept pouring out, pouring out, dyeing the black cloud red.
The realm of the Imperial Dao was shattered by the tribulation thunder, and the life weapon was also destroyed by the tribulation thunder.
He no longer had any magical power to withstand the next thunderstorm, and the sense of fragmentation deep in his soul became stronger each time, making it impossible for him to tell whether the roars and cries came from the outside world or from his soul.
he does not know.
He doesn't want to know either.
The sky seemed to be filled with blood, and scarlet rain and thunderstorms arrived on earth together.
Mo Lan called unconsciously.
"Your Excellency..." Even the voice was barely audible.
There was a sudden sound between heaven and earth, and the tribulation thunder that was supposed to arrive as scheduled was blocked.
He reluctantly opened one eye, and what he saw was not scarlet rain or red clouds, but a bright blue palm.
The texture of this palm is like ice crystals, but it has the properties of iron and jade. Its size covers the sky and the sun. The world-destroying thunderbolt jumps manically in the palm, but cannot jump an inch out of the palm. From Mo Lan's perspective,
That hand held the Tribulation Thunder, like holding a sun. The light cast shadows, outlining the wrists and arms, extending all the way to the top of the clouds, where he could no longer see.
"Second way." someone said.
Roars and howls suddenly poured into Mo Lan's ears. Only then did he realize that those sounds were not an illusion caused by the pain of his soul.
The clouds are not dyed red for no reason.
That's really blood.
The red dragon is killing something.
I could have made it earlier, but I have a stomachache(_)