Chenxing Mountain returned to the earth, and the resonance of the earth-moving instruments turned into emptiness in Li Xi'an's perception.
It was as if a part of his body had been forcibly ripped away.
He watched the sacred mountain gradually shrinking, and the sunlight that had previously been blocked shone freely, illuminating his face. The bright stars rose and fell, passing by his body. The vision attracted the attention of the gods and monsters in the mountains, and they all started to pay attention.
When I raised my head and looked in a certain direction, it was as if a hole had been opened in the sky, and a torrent of light that drowned everything poured down from that hole.
Li Xi'an turned and left.
Back burns.
In the torrent of light, he heard the roar of the ancient mountain range at his feet.
This ancient mountain, whose consciousness was in chaos and confusion, silently remembered the appearance of the dragon king, even if it was just a vague shadow. He wanted to call out, but the dust on the ground rose, but there was only an irregular vibration among the mountains. He was very anxious.
, because no living being can understand this language.
But Long Jun stopped.
He looked back and stared at the mountains.
Lord Long stood there for a long time, until the sun was hidden in the mountains, and the sunset decorated his face with golden and red gauze.
He put his hands into his long sleeves, flicked his long tail and disappeared into the shadow of the forest trees.
After Long Jun walked out of the scope of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the vibrations among the mountains gradually returned to calm. The ancient mountains recorded another thing, that creature had a pair of lotus-shaped eyes.
Li Xian learned that there are no accidents in this world.
The so-called accident is just a seed planted at a certain moment.
At the beginning of his rise, he was ambushed by Yuchai Shunde in the Yellow River and hid in the fish-dragon ghost coffin to stay alive. A few years later, the ghost coffin flowed from the slit of the Yellow River to Shiwanda Mountain several times. At that time, he thought that maybe Shiwandashan felt it
When the crisis in the old era came, another king was needed to help him cope with the crisis, so he quietly called him.
But Shiwandashan said: I want to remember you.
Those words were like a child's reluctance.
Maybe it wasn't that Shiwandashan needed a king to lead the ghost coffin to where it was, but that he remembered his appearance.
Night falls.
Deers drink from the clear spring and their shadows are cast under the moon. The mountains and forests are silent and boundless at night.
In the shadow of the moon reflected in the spring, a red ray of light streaked across the sky like a shooting star. The deer drinking water saw the ruby in the water and raised his head in confusion. The moon was as big as a millstone and the silver light poured out. Where was the red shooting star streaking across the sky.
The resonance of hundreds of thousands of mountains disappeared, but in the depths of this ancient mountain range, a more powerful vibration sounded. The sound was like rolling thunder buried in the mountains, and a giant was beating drums in the mountains!
"My Lord..." It was a giant whose skin was made of black iron, and he had lost his head.
The headless giant sat on the ground stained red with blood, with a scarlet long sword in front of him. His open eyes were on his chest, his open mouth was on his belly, and hair grew out of the broken part of his head.
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The red earth buries the demon god of Jiuli.
After the death of the Jiuli Demon God, he still possesses some kind of abnormal power, which separated the entire blood-red land from the Shiwan Mountains and turned it into a space independent of the world.
The headless giant is Xingtian, the god of war in Jiuli.
He has been guarding here for hundreds of years, until today he was awakened by the movement of Shiwan Mountain.
In the past, Chiyou's Kuafu was killed by Yinglong. Xingtian swung his qianqi to kill the Yellow Emperor, but his head was cut off by a brass sword. After the Battle of Zhuolu, the Yellow Emperor allowed him to find a burial place for the demon god of Jiuli.
Even the Tiange was allowed to be taken away by him.
The outside world claimed that all the Miao people who started the Jiuli Rebellion were slaughtered, but Xingtian knew that Jiuli still had blood.
The Yellow Emperor did not kill them all, but left the women and children behind and rushed into the mountains. The place where the Jiuli Demon God was buried in the land of Dongyi was just a cover. Such a powerful body would naturally attract the prying eyes of villains, so Xingtian buried the Jiuli Demon God there.
This unknown place includes his master Chi You.
Xingtian already admired Huangdi's courage and magnanimity, but he did not want to get involved in the chaos of the world.
He will personally guard this place until his death.
This space is perfect for a guy like him.
But what did he see?
In this groggy world, Xingtian seemed to see the bright light on the top of the majestic sacred mountain through the big curtain.
So what exactly did Lord Long leave behind?
Like an endless road.
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On the Zhuolu Plain, a grand funeral was held in Xuanyuan City.
Looking from a distance, there is a long dragon in white clothes and white crowns.
There were still mourners who went to Xuanyuan City just to say goodbye to the emperor.
Li Xi'an smelled the familiar smell of decay again, and there was one less familiar old friend in the Hidden Era. The sound of crying reached his ears from afar, which was the deep love for the emperor in the hearts of the people.
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The gold of killing has been balanced, and the next long prosperous age will usher in under the control of Mortal Shaohao.
After learning this, Xuanyuan left without even the body, which turned into a handful of dust in the hall. Now in the coffin are Xuanyuan's favorite armor and the brass sword.
As for the handful of dust, Shaohao brought it to him and said, "Father wants to visit the place where he was born."
"Shouldn't you do it?" Li Xi'an was surprised.
"Father commanded."
Li Xi'an agreed and took the handful of loess to Shouqiu by the Jishui River.
This is the place where Xuanyuan City was first built, carrying Xuanyuan's sweat and expectations.
He threw the handful of loess into Ji Shui, and as soon as the dust entered the water, it disappeared and was engulfed by the rolling waves. A creature that was so powerful and majestic in life had only such a little movement after death. Even the heaven and earth could not contain it.
The mountains now only need a little spray to disappear without a trace.
Li Xi'an found a grassy spot to sit on the bank of Jishui.
He and Xuanyuan cannot be said to have a close relationship. It may be because they are at the same altitude so they can see each other's existence. And because they have the same things to do, they have traveled together for a while.
Thinking of this, Li Xi'an poured a pot of wine towards Jishui.
enough.
You should cherish this distinction.
Just as Li Xi'an turned around, a strange sound came from the waves, and a strange wave began to spread.
The sky suddenly turned pitch black, and in the northern sky, a star was extremely bright, like lightning twining around, illuminating the entire wilderness.
"Seeing the big lightning flashing around the Beidou and the stars shining in the countryside, I felt the treasure attached to me. I was pregnant for twenty-five months and gave birth to the Yellow Emperor in Shouxiu." Li Xi'an read the record about the birth of the Yellow Emperor.
The scene in front of me is very similar to the scene when Huang Di was born.
He saw a woman and summoned thunder.
I saw a baby born in Shouqiu. He was born intelligent and grew up rapidly in a wild environment.
Huangdi's past appeared in Li Xi'an's eyes at this moment.
It was as if this land was relaying a memory to him.
The empty soil element in the Hundred Thousand Mountains actually became full. Li Xi'an looked at his palm, and a golden divine symbol flashed and melted in his palm in an instant.