Chapter five hundred and seventy seventh unparalleled posture
"Sometimes its wings hit the waves, and sometimes it shoots straight towards the dark clouds like an arrow, and it screams - in the brave cry of this bird, the dark clouds hear joy."
Suddenly becoming a little excited, Bai Cangdong took another step forward.
"In this cry - full of desire for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of passion and the confidence of victory."
Bai Cangdong walked faster and faster, and his voice became more and more passionate. The thunder and lightning in the sky and the roaring storm could not stop his footsteps at all.
"Seagulls moan before the storm comes, moaning, they fly on the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm deep into the sea. Sea ducks also moan, they sea ducks,
They cannot enjoy the joy of fighting in life: the rumbling thunder scares them. The stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies at the bottom of the cliff... Only the proud petrels bravely and freely hide under the cliff.
Flying over the foaming sea!"
Bai Cangdong strode forward loudly in the face of the thunderstorm, his posture extremely proud.
"The dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing down on the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing high into the sky to meet the thunder. The thunder is roaring. The waves are shouting in the angry droplets, contending with the strong wind
.Look, the strong wind tightly picked up the layers of huge waves, and threw them viciously to the cliff, and smashed these large pieces of jade into dust and debris. The petrels screamed and flew, like black lightning and arrows.
It usually passes through the dark clouds, its wings picking up the droplets of the waves. Look, it is flying like an elf, a proud, black elf of the storm, it is laughing, it is howling again... it
Laugh at the clouds, they howl with joy!"
The disciples of Yuxu Palace had never heard such poetry before. It was completely different from what they had learned, and even made them feel a little nondescript. But for some reason, when they listened to such sounds and words, they only felt something in their bodies.
Something is surging.
It felt very strange, as if I was ill. My body had a severe fever, my blood flow accelerated, and my body seemed to be trembling.
Bai Candong moved forward crazily. At this time, it could no longer be described as climbing. Bai Candong had summoned the crow wings and flew wildly amidst the thunder, lightning and heavy rain in the sky.
It seems that nothing in the world can stop Bai Candong's figure, and thousands of thunder and lightning and heavy rain seem to have become his spotlight.
Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and there was a deathly silence. Everyone stared blankly at the arrogant figure flying into the sky in the storm.
It was as if heaven and earth had surrendered under that stubborn figure.
"This sensitive elf has long heard sleepiness from the wrath of thunder. It is convinced that dark clouds cannot cover the sun, yes, it cannot! The wind roars...the thunder roars...
…Piles of dark clouds, like green flames, burn on the bottomless sea. The sea catches the arrows of lightning and extinguishes them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightnings are like fiery snakes in the sea.
It swam in a meandering way and disappeared in a blink of an eye.”
Listening to Bai Cangdong's passionate voice, everyone felt as if a fire was burning in their chests, as if something was rolling in their chests.
Thirteen thousand steps, fifteen thousand steps, eighteen thousand steps, twenty-four thousand steps. The number of steps is no longer the focus of their attention. I don’t know when, they only see the one between heaven and earth.
The flying lonely figure.
"This guy... this guy..." Some people wanted to say something, but at this time they suddenly found that they couldn't think of anything or say anything. They wanted to hear the strange things Bai Candong said.
Poems or articles.
Thirty thousand levels!
Bai Candong stood in front of the last 6,800 steps. The thunder and lightning and heavy rain here had merged into one, and the world was transformed into a blazing light. It was as if the entire world had been destroyed by that blazing light.
"Storm! The storm is coming! This is the brave petrel, flying proudly on the roaring sea, in the middle of the lightning; this is the victorious prophet shouting: Let the storm come more violently!"
Bai Candong flew into the blazing light without stopping, and his stubborn and aloof figure was instantly submerged in the blazing light.
Everyone was staring at the white stone door, which was completely different from the blazing world of thunder and lightning. The stone door was just a stone door. The gray stone door was simple and unpretentious, and there were not even any patterns or carvings visible.
There is no lock, it is just closed so gently.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the stone door, and the blood-heated voice seemed to echo alone in their ears: "Let the storm come more violently!"
All the disdainful, contemptuous, mocking, sarcastic and contemptuous voices disappeared.
An outsider, a person who did not grow up in Yuxu Palace, a guy who looked like a country bumpkin to them, completely shocked their hearts at this moment, making them involuntarily want to pay attention to his existence.
A person who can fly to the immortal path, a person who can read such weird and exciting poems, no matter where this person comes from or what his background is, at least at this moment, almost the entire Yuxu Palace is attracted by him.
Attract and impress.
At least at this moment, no one will think that Bai Candong is not worthy of the four words of Bai family blood. No one will think that Bai Candong is just an outsider. No one even thinks that he is a member of the Bai family. They are just simply regarded as
This man was frightened.
It was pure, just scary.
They have never seen such a wise man, not before, and probably never in the future.
A sage flew to the Immortal Road and recited a damn poem while going up. They just felt like they were living in a ghost.
However, they were actually fascinated by the figure and the weird poem. Just thinking about it, they felt hot and uncomfortable all over their bodies. They wished they could rush into the immortal path and spread their wings to welcome the baptism of thunder and lightning.
But after all, no one did that. They just stared at the stone gate at the end of the path to immortality, with some inexplicable desire in their hearts.
If a person is only a little stronger than you, then he is your enemy and you will want to surpass him.
But when this person is so strong that you feel desperate, then he is no longer an enemy, but a god.
Bang!
The stone door was pushed open by a hand, revealing a gap, and light came from inside. Everyone's eyes were attracted to that hand, which was slender and powerful.
Immediately afterwards, the stone door was pushed open completely. In the blazing white light, a figure slowly walked out. There was no violence or anger, but he walked so quietly and walked out in the blazing light.
The blazing light behind him was so dazzling that people couldn't see clearly what the person walking quietly looked like, but they just felt that his figure was incomparable.
Like the calm after a storm, there was deathly silence on Sendai Peak, except for the sound of footsteps with a strange rhythm.