Chapter 361 123. Eternal blue sky, fangs and Buddha face
The bloody waterfall falls into the world, a red line thousands of miles away.
The green-robed female demon and the red dragon were separated from each other by the huge falling corpse, as if it had become some kind of boundary.
Li Xi'an watched the body gradually burn up in the fire, and saw that the blood on his body solidified, taking on the appearance of a broken axe. An umbrella was opened above his head, and all the ax fragments were collected into the umbrella.
The vanguard of the heavenly general is called the Giant Spirit.
He stopped him on his way to Shanhaiguan and brought a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals to fight with him.
Beheaded.
The huge corpse was burned, and the goddess Ba crossed over the ashes and looked at the red dragon entrenched in the sky. The green lantern gently knocked on the earth, and the waves were still rising. When Li Xi'an arrived, part of Shanhaiguan had collapsed. No, it cannot be said to have collapsed. Female
Ba is to directly burn down the building and city.
"You..." Tiannu Ba hissed.
"You want to stop...me?"
But under Zhou's method, the years are visible, he can touch it, he can... stir it!
In this world, he is like an erratic reed. It is difficult to find a future based on the extreme palace. He can only use his fragile roots to resist the wind and waves and waver.
The old man sang in a low voice, with time accumulating in his throat. Li Xi'an still remembered the deep and deep voice, which seemed to take the audience to the vast ancient times and witness with their own eyes the immortal Buddhas all over the sky.
"The great witch Zhu's surname was Su, and she was surrounded by red dragons. She climbed over four mountains and crossed the desert sands of Mobei to find the location of the female slave. From then on, a shocking battle began!"
The red dragon roars, and the woman in green holds a lantern.
But time is going crazy again at this moment.
"I have never cultivated good deeds in my life. I only love killing people and setting fires. Suddenly I opened the golden rope and broke the jade lock here. The tide message came from the Qiantang River. Today I know who I am."
Which one is the real him?
Across the past and present, candle-like eyes overlap.
He explored this question...until now, at this moment.
Yes, who is he?
Li Xi'an? Or Nanzhu? Immortal? Cinnabar?
Now, he really witnessed the ancient myths and walked among the gods carved on the murals.
The female slayer is wondering who she is.
Li Xi'an didn't respond. He just looked at the figure in the sea of fire silently, and his ears unconsciously rang with the ghost stories he accidentally heard in the world of this world a long time ago.
When he saw Su Yuelin, he realized that Su Yuelin's surname was Great Witch Zhu, he was accompanied by a red dragon, and there was a severe drought in the world. But at this time, Su Yuelin was not enough to bear an "anchor".
Every confrontation between them stirred up a spiritual void.
"Your Excellency, don't look at anything inappropriate." Li Xi'an said softly.
In the past, he would be confused, afraid, afraid of the torrent of time, and afraid of the secrets buried in the years. Sometimes he would explore whether he was illusory under the cover of night. The power of the years was too great, and he who mastered the law of the universe would easily get lost. Because ordinary creatures
Unable to perceive the flow of time, the passing of time is just the accumulation of years to most living beings.
He stretched out his hand, and it was clearly night, but the sun was rising.
A pair of eyes suddenly opened!
Because this question is really ridiculous.
After saying that, he looked at the female demon.
At the same time, a certain law in the depths of the universe was rewritten, and an invisible big hand held the light of dawn and nailed it into the boundless darkness. The next moment, the sea of stars seemed to tremble violently. When the light dissipated, Chenxi's sword fell on Li
Xi'an in hand.
Chilong's deep laughter made all the creatures confused, but the confused creatures could hear the heartiness contained in the laughter. At this moment, something seemed to wake up in his body, which was a piece of blood-colored petals with golden petals.
The veins stretched like branches and leaves, eventually overflowing with a trace of clear blood.
He waved.
The opponent's eyes were still burning with fighting spirit, but after he swung the sword, he had no energy left to fight.
Kyushu, the present world, the boundless sea, the bottom of the Dragon Abyss.
The deep laughter resounded throughout the sky, it was the red dragon laughing.
The saint of law.
Li Xi'an looked at the burning blue sea of fire. Everyone could only hear the roar of the clouds, and eight ferocious arms blocked the world!
The red dragon is entrenched, its scales spread out, and the young man stands in the sky holding a sword.
The corpse of the saint.
Li Xi'an smiled.
…………
Then, the goddess Ba appeared in front of him.
wonderful!
Li Xi'an lowered his eyes. After killing the three kings that night, the sight of the stars became clearer, and it could even be said that it was undisguised. Something in the starry sky was looking at him, and was also looking at the female slave.
wonderful!
The blazing rain of fire ignites the earth all the time, and the running thunder pierces the sky all the time!
If there is ever an end to the world, it must be now.
"Call me 'Wushuang'. You are brighter than the sun, just like the light at noon."
But he saw the creatures in the story, and he also became a story in the future.
Time froze at this moment, everyone's expressions froze on their faces, the melting of Shanhaiguan stopped, and the fleeing people stopped. This world was locked by eight arms, among which only the female demon and the red dragon remained as usual.
An old storyteller with a table, a chair and a ruler.
Except for Su Yuelin who winked at Li Xi'an by the city wall.
A smile appeared on the pale and beautiful face of the green-robed female demon. The aura of the red dragon was stronger than the previous ancestor. The more powerful the enemy she faced, the more things she could think of.
…………
That sword was so exaggerated that it ignored time, space and time. He was sure that it had struck the peeper. The line of sight was cut off, maybe only temporarily, but at least for a short period of time, that thing could no longer look at this place.
"Eternal blue sky, fangs and Buddha's face!" he sang softly.
The thunder is the spear, the fire is the sword.
"The drought in the Great Yan Dynasty lasted for three full years, and God refused to give a drop of rain. Why? It turned out that there was Qingyi in Mobei, and Ba, the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, went south! This man had great magical powers and had a green lantern. Legend has it that
Zhongneng can burn all the water in the Yellow River..."
This is a battle that he knew in the past, but he knew it in the distant future!
The Immortal of Kunlun, the Dragon God of Dongting Lake, and the Crowned King of Taihang.
Li Xian is still laughing.
In the deep and boundless darkness, a heartbeat like a giant pounding could be heard.
His eyes became brighter and brighter, and the golden fire was as bright as the sun. The sacred flame was silently ignited in the gaps between the scales of the dragon's body. The golden fire spread to cover his face, and the luster of gold was flowing, ancient and mysterious.
The seal characters are being engraved! The red dragon's face seems to be covered by a golden mask, and thunder rolls around his body. Fire and thunder are intertwined, symbolizing the power of God and the punishment that follows him.
He remembered a phrase that storytellers used to encapsulate this era.
Her true self is scattered in the long past, leaving only the immortal corpse to remember the past bit by bit.
Li Xi'an became excited after a long absence, and the blood all over his body was boiling!
After thinking about it carefully, I gave a name to the previous sword.
One after another, huge and mysterious shadows appeared behind him.
That is a picture of ghosts and gods.
Li Xi'an used the pictures of ghosts and gods as a medium to summon their true bodies from the ancient times.
Those ancient beings have stepped into this blue sky across eternity, some are ferocious, some are sacred, there are golden Buddha statues, there are abominable monsters. They gather in this familiar and unfamiliar land, slowly and long breathing the air of another era