The herd of animals retreated slowly, their bodies tensing up and becoming alert.
Something has appeared in this place that could threaten their lives.
On the burning corpse of the giant beast, a palm covered with golden flames stretched out and grasped the other giant beast. At this moment, the surrounding space was distorted, as if an invisible black spot appeared, swallowing up all the light.
The flesh and bones of the giant beast were twisted and crushed.
The creature covered in golden flames walked out of the mist, and the beast that reversed life actually shrank back.
But the creature was still walking forward, and the hanging sword was brewing with light that could split the universe. Golden fire lotuses bloomed where he walked. Where he faced, nothing could block that direction, even if it surrounded
All the stars have shifted their orbits.
His spirit and consciousness expanded crazily until he could see the universe as an ocean.
In Li Xi'an's eyes, the boundless universe is like a sea that can be cut open, and the golden spirits are the water droplets of this sea.
The Ancient One was shocked.
Thousands of avenues hang down, and Sanskrit chants are chanted in the sky.
An illusory throne appeared behind Li Xi'an.
Li Xi'an spread his hands, and a slender shadow covered with the silhouette of stars appeared. Under the black gauze, Hong's pair of eyes that could only reflect the stars became extremely bright like Li Xi'an, floating with golden tides.
"Let's go, you can go anywhere, it won't be difficult for you," Li Xi'an said.
"What exactly did you do, I have never seen..." Hong paused, because he may have seen this form of power. During the long period of time that he slept in the ancient mountains, such creatures appeared in the universe.
They seem to appear out of thin air, but they possess the power of the law level. Some are even more terrifying, approaching the realm of Silence.
Li Xi'an ignored the rainbow. He crossed him and stepped forward. The fog of time followed closely behind him. The blooming fire lotus was like a beacon guiding the road in the fog. His aura was mysterious and terrifying, and the runes of Zhoufa were flashing all the time.
, wherever he passed, time avoided him.
This kind of creature is called the saint without Tao, the supreme being without crown.
Hong never thought that one day she would witness the birth of an uncrowned supreme being.
Li Xian'an was glowing.
This is not just a rippling glow in the material universe, but an eternal light spreading wantonly in countless dim universes.
Every time he takes a step, the cause and effect on his body will fall off, until his figure completely coincides with the illusory position, and the sight of all causes and effects drops from his body and breaks. The past belonging to Li Xi'an becomes blurred,
Those fallen causal threads are replaced by spiritual burning.
He was getting further and further away from Hong, and seemed to be getting further and further away from himself. Hong felt that it was not a red dragon, but a soul that died aeons ago occupying this body. All cause and effect were cut off here. He became
An isolated island, an isolated island naturally does not need to destroy thousands of selves to light itself up.
But just lighting yourself up is not enough. The power of silent light cannot be obtained on an isolated island.
That's why Chilong lit up a once-dark throne. Hong couldn't tell which Supreme the throne came from. Maybe it came from a certain Kyushu Supreme who had died.
Those blooming fire lotuses burned Li Xi'an's past, and the position he stepped onto shattered his future.
Hong felt that with the ability of this red dragon, he would definitely be able to achieve the status of Jizhao in the future, but there was no need to talk about it now. He had inherited a status that had long been dim. He might gain extraordinary power for a while, but in the future he would be able to achieve transcendence.
His shadow disappeared from the upper position.
Thousands of rays of light are extinguished, but the eternal brightness of oneself is the illumination of silence.
So what is the realm in front of us? What would a realm that can rival Ji Zhao look like?
He was wearing a golden feather coat and holding a long sword made of gold and jade. The branches of the ancient tree grew on his head, holding up his hair. Three flowers bloomed on the branches. His face was covered with an invisible layer.
The mist wiped away, and his figure only appeared in Hong's eyes.
He walked toward the herd.
Xijian groaned softly, and huge heads fell one by one.
In the sight of all the spirits of the universe, the beasts retreated step by step, and the light like the rising sun dispersed them and drove them out of the universe.
The creatures of the law cannot look directly at the center of the light.
The figure wearing golden feathers broke through the universe with a sword and stepped out of the universe.
The Supreme Beast laughed, and the Outcast Lord admired the scene in front of him and couldn't help but admire. The hands in the darkness pulled back all the bone chains, and the beasts merged into the darkness. Then, countless pairs of vertically growing eyes opened on the dark chaos.
, eyes raised, as if smiling.
Majestic and grand mottos resound among the stars in the sky, and the golden tide rises and falls.
It seems to be telling an ancient prophecy.
"The dawn of dawn and the opening of the emperor's palace are called immortals and saints."
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Zhuanxu returned to the human world, and he saw golden light flowing on the broken sky.
The people all left their homes and looked up at the sky.
Colorful rays of light spread from the sky, replacing the thick leaden clouds. The clouds were very low, and the edges outlined a sacred golden light. The long-lost sunshine shone down, and people didn't know what was going on, but they saw the churning sea water calm down.
, the stars that have shifted in the sky return to their proper places.
A faint mist filled the air from the hollow. Although Zhuan Xu had never seen this kind of mist, he could sense the time flowing backward in the mist.
The mist covered the whole world unconsciously, and the colorless white mist reflected the colorful rays of light, as if the whole world was dazzled by the rays of light.
The mist even seeped into Xuanyuan City.
Zhuanxu finally saw the figure in the center of the hollow.
Wearing a feather coat and holding a jade sword, the gate of heaven suddenly opened in front of his eyes.
Deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, on the scarlet earth, the leaderless God of War put down his fight, and a figure appeared out of thin air in the hole in the sky. That figure made him feel a little familiar.
In the northern desert, the mirage palace, the green-robed female monk walked out of the palace. The yellow sand was silent. She looked at the sky. The stars were slowly returning to their positions. The earth that had been shaken was gradually recovering. She should have been happy for the restoration of peace in China.
, but she couldn't raise a curve in the corner of her mouth no matter what. It seemed that she had forgotten a very important thing, and there was a part of her heart empty.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The mist reflected in the colorful glow seems to have a strange power, and the dry land where it reaches becomes moist in a short time, and crops and trees grow.
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The tombs built for the dead disappeared and were replaced by people who were surprised, then wept with joy and embraced them.
An old man knelt on the ground. He held up the crops in his hands and cried like a child: "This is the food I planted when I was a child. It came from before. It didn't grow again. It came to me before!"
Xuanyuan City is shaking. The source of the shaking comes from the central palace. The tide has risen in the dusty underground palace. Shrouded in mist, the cyan lake fills the hall. Appearing in the mist with the lake is an extraordinary-sized figure.
Stone table and garden.
The slender snake's tail swayed in the lake water.
Zhuan Xu thought of something.
Regarding the ancient supreme art passed down by the Yu clan.
The mist of time brought a descendant of an ancient ethnic group to this moment. The god with a human head and a snake body got up from under the central palace and flew away on the clouds.
Her palms held five colors and she sang carols in a low voice.
The existence that resurrected in the mist was not Huangdi's mother, but an even more ancient will that came through this environment.
In ancient times, when He went out, all the people would sing praises.
The people worshiped toward the sky, and this scene was like a frozen mural. Flames and clouds were rolling on the horizon, and gods with human heads and snake bodies raised their arms and mended the sky.
When the flowing flames become the gilding on the murals, the returning stars become the dots of ink on the stone walls.
Everything should end and become a legend.
"In ancient times, the four poles were abandoned, the nine states were divided, the sky was not covered, and the earth was not spread. The fire was blazing but never quenched, the water was vast and the ocean never ceased. Wild beasts devoured the people, and birds of prey preyed on the old and the weak."
"So Nuwa made stones of five colors to repair the sky, cut off the turtles to support the four poles, killed the black dragon to help Jizhou, and accumulated reed ashes to stop the water. The sky was repaired, the four poles were upright, the water dried up, Jizhou was peaceful, the cunning insects died, and the people of Zhuan were prosperous.