In the dispute between the two emperors, Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang broke their contract and unleashed a power beyond all.
Under this kind of power, the gods can only bow their heads and sigh.
At this moment, in the battlefield, only a sky-reaching flame giant collided with a golden dragon. Spirits were hovering around them. The fight between the two emperors almost inadvertently deprived all other creatures of the right to use spirits.
The sky is empty, and no gods can hang in the air to observe the battle like before.
Shennong overwhelmed Xuanyuan.
Every time the flame giant waved the divine whip in his hand, he defeated a rising piece of loess and sandstone. This loess symbolized Xuanyuan's territory. It can be seen that the power of the flame is expanding, while the power of the earth and stone is gradually retreating.
The divine whip struck the body of the golden dragon, stirring up a symphony of fire and stone, creating pillars of fire that erupted from the depths of the earth. The pillars of fire shot straight into the sky, dyeing the clouds and sky scarlet, and rained down like white snow.
ash.
The creatures lying on the ground could only observe the ashes falling on the ground with the corners of their eyes. However, they did not melt like snow. Instead, they piled up, filling the entire earth with a dead gray color. Because those creatures were lying on the ground, their backs and heads were all covered with ashes.
It is covered with a layer of gray color, as if all living things in the world are wrapped in a shroud.
Wearing white clothes, who are you mourning for?
Xuanyuan's heart sank slightly.
The yellow dragon soared into the sky, and fragments of the shattered earth floated toward him, making up for its damaged scales.
Xuanyuan lowered his head and stared at the flame giant. Between the flame giant's brows, Shennong was also looking at him. The emperor in red armor smiled and slowly chanted the divine words. Every syllable hit Xuanyuan like a heavy hammer.
On the chest.
The spirit of Emperor Yan is covering.
As the ashes fall, it quickly takes over.
Xuanyuan was amazed that Shennong was still as powerful as he remembered.
The yellow dragon opened its teeth and claws, roared, and expanded its scales. The golden spirit twisted into gold and stone-like particles and suspended beside the dragon's body. The gold and stone fell, soaring during the fall, and became meteorites!
He wants to overturn the ground of this battlefield and directly break the situation where Emperor Yan takes the lead.
At this point, any external force is no longer useful. The fight between the two emperors can only be ended by the victory of one of them.
The meteorite fell as promised.
The two emperors converged their spirits at the same moment, and the restrictions between heaven and earth were instantly lifted. Priests and monks from both sides were able to use their magic to evacuate the shattered battlefield.
"That's not right!" Shennong's chief priest suddenly opened his eyes.
He shouted out the doubts and fears in his heart in an almost roaring tone——
"The spirit still does not belong to us!"
The righteous god with the fruition status was more frightened than the emperor's warriors.
Because they know better than these creatures that the two emperors have clearly restrained their spiritual power to release the constraints of heaven and earth on them. These two are now fighting with real fire, and now the rest of the people are staying on the battlefield to watch.
None of the qualifications.
But the fact is that their bodies are like carrying mountains on their backs as before, and the spirits flowing in their bodies are almost stagnant. They cannot move. The spirits between heaven and earth are majestic and vast, but not a single trace belongs to living beings other than the emperor.
They could only feel the pressure as if the sky was collapsing, and those meteorites illuminated everything in the darkened world, as bright as several suns falling above their heads.
The meteor will destroy this battlefield and destroy them as well.
Shennong, who was sitting cross-legged between the flame giant's brows, watched the falling trajectory of the meteor and seemed to notice something.
The restrictions between heaven and earth had not been lifted, and the two emperors could not let their people die under this power, so the emperor's spirit began to boil again, the flames burned, and the metal and stone roared.
The flame giant wielded the divine whip, and the meteorites shattered one after another, turning into a rain of fire all over the sky. Finally, he violently used the divine whip to hit the yellow dragon in the sky.
The yellow dragon entrenched its body, and the undestroyed meteorite smashed straight into the flame giant.
The light is like a rising tide.
The giant sword cut through the air and let out a sword roar, and bright light and flames were cut open at this moment.
The next moment, the blade of the simple and thick brass-colored giant sword appeared on the top of the flame giant's head. Xuanyuan was stunned. The sword cut through the top of the flame giant's head without any obstruction. The shadow of Xuanyuan Sword had already enveloped Shennong.
whole body!
Before the sword destroyed everything, Xuanyuan heard the laughter from Shennong.
Darkness struck again, as if someone had snuffed out the lamps in the world.
…………
Li Xi'an stretched out his hand to catch the falling ashes above his head.
After observing it, crush the ashes in your hands into powder.
The bronze lamp is getting brighter and brighter.
He had no intention of disturbing the fight between the two emperors or brothers, but the sudden light of the bronze lamp still attracted the attention of others.
Someone saw him.
People from Shennong's side recognized him.
People on the Xuanyuan side were wary of this visitor who did not belong to any side.
But no matter which party they were from, or which god they were from, they were extremely tired and weak at the moment, and they no longer had much spare time to care about Li Xi'an, an outsider. Under the pressure of the previous natural disaster, life and death were at stake.
The crisis strained their nerves into a broken string.
The spirit of the Imperial Sect has turned this place into a huge whirlpool, and the people in this whirlpool are constantly being torn apart.
The transparent grease burning in the bronze lamp gave off a strange fragrance. Li Xi'an carried the bronze lamp into the central area of the battlefield. Where he walked, the strings tightened by the tired people began to loosen without any warning.
As Li Xi'an went to sleep, more and more creatures fell down, like a wheat field weighed down by the wind.
The great priest of Emperor Yan on the chariot looked at Li Xi'an and whispered: "Mighty Lord Bichen Long."
People firmly believe that language has magical powers, just like the writing that originated from civilization, the inscriptions that can be read and understood from those ancient stone tablets.
People unearthed power on the stone tablets that did not belong to this world, or even to this era. Nowadays, the concept of taking spiritual practice and cultivating it has been popularized and deepened from top to bottom, but it is unknown that at the time of its origin, people drank blood like hair and drank blood, and used spears to brutally decide victory.
burden.
The same is true for names. Some names will attract something once they are pronounced.
The high priest did not know that this name did not belong to Li Xi'an at all, but came from the long-dead true dragon of the old era.
He just said it with awe.
In the eyes of the high priest, the dragon king holds up the bronze lamp, the light is dim, and invisible clouds surround him. The sleeping creatures are protected by him, as if he has brought peace.
"Mighty Light Bichen Dragon Lord." The shouts of respect spread like ripples, and many creatures read this name.
Because he really brings peace.
The noisy world stopped in front of him, and in the darkness, he was the only one who held up the lamp and brought light.
Emperor Lian did the same, calling out the name in a low voice.
Xuanyuan said: "Mighty Light Bichen Dragon Lord, why are you here?"
Li Xi'an raised the bronze lamp slightly. The flame giant had already collapsed, and the light illuminated Shennong under the giant sword.
The emperor is smiling.
The Xuanyuan Sword did not fall and split the tiny him in two. This was not because his brother put away his murderous intent at the last moment, but because the arms covered with red iron scales stretched out on the sword edge and strangled Huang Long's throat.
, blocking the Xuanyuan Sword’s cutting action like a chain.
Shennong was stronger than Xuanyuan. From the beginning, he showed overwhelming strength that Xuanyuan did not dare to relax at all until this sword was struck.
Xuanyuan didn't know that he had an agreement with this Dragon Lord.
After the battle, he told Long Jun all the secrets. Of course, the premise was that he could survive and return to Chen Di alive.
It is very simple to invite you to join the game, which is a conspiracy.
Shennong never thought about winning.
Taihang Baxing locked Huanglong and let Xuanyuan Sword slowly escape from Shennong's head.
"You are finally here." Shen Nong sent a message, wrapped in a secret method. Xuanyuan was not far away, but he could not hear a single word clearly.
There was a smile on Shen Nong's face as if his plan had succeeded. He didn't want victory, and he wasn't afraid of death. He just wanted to drag Li Xi'an into this game, so that Long Jun, who didn't belong to this era, could truly step into this piece of history and carve out his legacy.
A period of time in the past, what happens after that will determine your understanding of time.
Has history been changed, or is history the same as it was when the Dragon King walked through it?
"Recalling the history in your memory, who did you play?" Shennong said.
Li Xi'an stood silently, looking at everything around him, thinking about something completely different from Shennong's.
He inevitably stepped into the torrent of history.
This is a familiar history.
The great figures of this era, without exception, have been written down by reincarnation in later generations, which inadvertently serves as a way for the world to understand the secrets. The world calls it myths, but some people know it to be true.
He stood here, standing in the center of this battlefield, but there had never been a true dragon roaming the mythical era in the history books.
No.
Li Xi'an thought of something.
He looked at Shennong and asked, "Have you ever seen a real dragon with wings on its back?"