The black dragon curled its lips, opened its mouth and sprayed black water all over the old man's body. The old man just waved his hand, and the black water all over his body was burned away, and he reappeared wearing white clothes. The clothes were clearly unique to the Mountain of Fire.
Made of fire-huan cloth.
The black dragon bowed down and opened a smooth road above Taize. The old man led the monsters and beasts into the mountain of the imperial capital.
On the mountain of the Imperial Capital, a woman covered in rags, thin clothes, fluffy hair and dusty face was sitting on a stone chair, grilling a stone with the help of the flames coming out of the ground.
"Ao Yin, you idiot, are you baking stones again?" The old man came to the mountain with his hands behind his back. When he saw the woman, he laughed.
"What kind of stone? It's filled with jade paste with the purest spiritual energy. Only you laymen can't tell it!" The woman curled her lips and answered casually.
The woman raised her charming eyes, and when she saw the old man, she was already filled with tears. She ran and jumped on the old man, wiped the snot from her hand on the old man's chest, and then beat the old man's chest with her small fist and said
: "You are a bad old man, but you want to kill the slave family. The slave family thought you died in Kuruye!"
Chang Xian's face turned red and he sneered: "I was born with thunder and lightning. How could lightning hurt me? It just shattered the flesh and blood all over my body and rearranged them. As long as there is enough time, I can reshape my immortal body."
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"Hey, you're awesome!" Aoyin said with a smile.
Aoyin threw the stone and chipped it into a flat surface, then handed it to Chang Xian and said, "Here, try the jade paste I cooked!"
Chang Xian took the stone, looked at the jade paste inside the stone, and couldn't help but smile: "This thing is good, but it's not suitable for my thunder and lightning attributes. Anyway, if you are happy today, I will drink it with you."
One cup!”
Chang Xian said, drank up the jade paste inside the stone, smashed it and said: "The taste is still very good."
As he spoke, green smoke came out of his nose, mouth, and ears, which made Aoyin giggle with joy.
"What has the prehistoric state been like all these years since I left?" Chang Xian found a stone chair to sit down on and asked with a smile.
"Whatever the situation may be, damn it or not, it's all dead. Sometimes I really admire this old woman, Nuwa, for being so ruthless and destroying the foundation she built over hundreds of thousands of years in just one day.
"Ao Yin said.
"Is he the emperor?" Chang Xian asked.
"The emperor's corpse sank into the East China Sea, with only his last breath left. The spiritual power of his body nourished a holy weapon, which will be born soon!" Aoyin said.
"The water charm turns into a water hyena after a thousand years. The water hyena turns into a dragon after five hundred years. The dragon turns into a dragon after a thousand years. The dragon turns into a horned dragon after five hundred years. It takes a thousand years to transform into a yinglong. And from the yinglong into a candle dragon, I don't know how much time it will take."
Years. According to legend, those who have cultivated the Zhulong realm from ancient times to the present
There are three dragons, one of which is called Panlong, which gave birth to the Pangu Ax, the sacred weapon of the Emperor, and the second one is Nuwa, which gave birth to the intestines of Nuwa, the sacred tool of the Earthly Emperor. Now Emperor Zhuming is ranked third among the Zhulongs. I don’t know what will be born.
A holy weapon!" Chang Xian said.
"In this holy war that lasted for tens of thousands of years, most of the gods from all over the world were killed and injured, including the seven holy clans Nuwa, Dongwang, Changxi, Donghuang, Shenmin, Zhuming, and Xihe.
Their vitality has been severely damaged. Now the most powerful force in the prehistoric period is the Shaodian clan, which was the weakest before. Many monsters, gods, and witch clans have joined the Shaodian clan in order to escape the holy war." Aoyin.
Words.
"A few days ago, I was on the Juluye line in the north and saw the activities of human tribes. How could ants like that dare to step on the Golden Bull Ancient Road before? It seems that the rise of human race is the general trend!" Chang Xian sighed.
On the northwest sea, there is a dark mountain that reaches as far as the eye can see. In the mountain, there are countless fire trees, countless volcanoes, and countless fire rats, fire birds and other creatures that are attached to it.
It is said that Zhulong is the god who created the world. His silence means darkness, his vision means clarity, he will not eat or sleep, and the wind and rain will be his visit.
I often look at this mountain that stretches for thousands of miles, and I have mixed feelings in my heart. This dying candle dragon has no trace of the domineering spirit that the God of Creation should have.
Chang first knelt down on one knee, beat his chest with one hand, his eyes were cracked, and the mountain called me the emperor!
There seemed to be a call coming from the wind, like an instruction or an exhortation. Chang Xian's eyes flashed, and he bowed several times towards the thousands-mile mountain before leaving.
To the west of the Imperial Capital Mountain, there is a large mountain called Yuwufenzhi Mountain. Standing on the mountain of Wufenzhi Mountain, you can see a secret place in the northwest called Youdu Mountain. It is said that it belongs to the Shenmin clan.
Habitat.
To the southwest of Youdu Mountain, there is a desperate place called Yuyuan. The black water originates from here, flows through Youdu Mountain, flows eastward through Wufeng Mountain, and flows into Taize. From Taize, it circles the Imperial Capital Mountain and enters Death.
The valley flows eastward from the Valley of Death to the sea.
There is the Underworld City under Yu Yuan, which is said to be the core of the prehistoric earth. At this time, under the core of the earth, there are dozens of wizards in black robes sitting on the ground, closing their eyes and meditating.
At the front, there is a middle-aged man with black hair, double horns, and dark complexion, sitting cross-legged. Under his knees is a guqin, which is as black as ink and has nine strings.
Opposite him, on the mountain rocks, there was a crack. From inside the crack, wisps of black air were slowly coming out. The black air was absorbed into a sponge-like object suspended in mid-air, and then from the sponge-like object.
, spread everywhere.
"Uncle!" A haggard old man, holding a scepter in his hand, came to the middle-aged man's side and bowed to the middle-aged man.
"What's wrong with the big devil?" the middle-aged man asked.
"The beast god Chang Xian is not dead, and has returned to the north." The old man known as the Great Demon said.
"Yeah." The middle-aged man just hummed and said nothing.
"Zhulong is about to die, and the sacred weapon is probably almost warm. The emperor's daughter has left at this time, and the beast god has returned to the north. Do we want to visit the mountain of the imperial capital?" the old man asked.
"There is no guilt for treasures, but there is a crime for holding a jade. Our tribe of gods and tribes can't stand such a torment now, so let's not be greedy about this matter!" said the middle-aged man.
"Old minister, I understand!" The old man glanced at a spongy black ball suspended above the gap in the ground, thoughtfully.
"The emperor's daughter is still on the Kuruye battlefield?" the middle-aged man asked.
"He is no longer here. He must have returned to Buzhou Holy Mountain." The old man said.
The middle-aged man nodded, as if thinking of something, and couldn't help but ask: "Has the war damage of the three kingdoms of Daxuan, Dayou, and Dingling been calculated? How many of the scattered disciples have been found so far?"
"Ding Ling, the two major tribes of Dayou have been exterminated. The people of Daxuan still have thousands of tribesmen surviving. They have been placed in Youdu." The old man said.
"Keep looking!" After hearing this result, the middle-aged man let out a sigh of relief and looked heavy.
"Yes!" The old man bowed to the middle-aged man and left Yu Yuan.
"The war of the gods is over, and the war of the humans is about to begin. I wonder who will have the last laugh!" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, glanced at the black sponge above his head, and continued to meditate.