Candle Dragon to the left

Chapter 178 177. Winter Rain
"What's going on over there, Old Bai?" The rabbit felt something was wrong there.

"Another catalog." Tong Mingzuo said.

"Catalog? What catalog?"

"A picture scroll that seals some kind of extremely terrifying existence. The one I saw last time used the picture scroll to show the power of ancient stars."

"The power of the ancient stars?" The rabbit was taken aback.

"It's so hanging? Then how did you do it?"

"Because it's just a puppet without wisdom, the real spirit is still sleeping." Lucky seat replied, his perception can be extended, so he can clearly capture the scene in the center of the battlefield.The creatures that exist here are probably only he can do it. In the interweaving of perception, there are many consciousnesses from other places expanding.

But the battlefield among kings is too vast. He and Drano Sally fought for several days, and the battlefield spread thousands of miles.

Without the cultivation base of the extreme palace, the spiritual consciousness can't find out what happened in the center, and there may only be a vague concept.Not to mention the catalog seen by the transparent seat at the moment.

"It's over." Tong Mingzuo said suddenly.

"What? Is it over? This is the end of the beating?" The rabbit was taken aback, and wanted to look over there a few times.

She didn't see anything, but heard the muffled thunder above her head.

Unknowingly, clouds from all directions are gathering here, and the center of the distant mountains is the place where the black clouds gather.

A thick branch of lightning flickered across the ground.

It was as if someone had opened a sluice above the clouds, and the torrential rain slanted down.

"Little bird, can't you protect the old lady from the rain?" The rabbit slapped the top of the divine bird where she was standing.

After the slap, a huge wing covered the area, and Xue Qi, who had her hips akimbo, exhaled in satisfaction, and below was the helpless face of Shen Qin.

The mountains under the torrential rain are very hazy, especially because of the ravaged land of Tongmingzuo and Dranosali, the lava solidifies, the storm rolls up countless trees, and the surface temperature of the land is unbelievably high. Looking towards the direction of the center of the storm, the steaming heat is like a mist, covering the devastated mountains with white gauze.

The wolves receded in the rainstorm.

The shadows standing on the hills disappeared.

"It's over?" someone asked.

People's spiritual consciousness spread, but the rain blocked it.

There was a strange spirit in the raindrops, and their spiritual consciousness couldn't travel much distance in the heavy rain, so they gave up the idea of ​​exploring.When their spiritual consciousness touched the raindrops, they felt peaceful and peaceful, and felt an indescribable sense of joy.

Maybe it's really over.

The torrential rain washes over the battlefield created by the king. Under the majestic rain curtain, the icy cold rain makes people feel dazed. It is winter at this moment.

Beizhou in Kyushu, even if this piece of land should belong to the middle and edge area of ​​Beizhou, it is quite cold in winter, the temperature gradually drops under the heavy rain, and the heat evaporates, bringing the last wave of heat at the same time, turning this area The climate of heaven and earth returned to normal.

Among the risers in the spiritual energy isolation rain, the old man of the Liu family did not move.

The boy shuddered beside him.

The whole body was drenched by the cold rain.

"Grandpa..." the boy called.

"Don't worry." The old man smiled, because under Yu Shui's drooping gray eyebrows were squinted eyes that couldn't see the pupils.The scales on his body disappeared, and he lost the snake-like ruthlessness, leaving only the funny and kind expression of being drenched in rain.

"To feel the rain."

"Grandpa, I..." The boy wanted to speak out, but was interrupted by the old man.

"Shhh, calm down."

"This is a king's gift to the mountains. I hope you can feel something from it." The old man said softly.

"You are the best compatible snake fairy in our family. In this era, you will have great power in the future. But you must always remember that power alone is not enough for many things, and you must not just have Strength. You have to learn to tell right from wrong, and be generous without losing your blood. Grandpa brought you here, do you know why?"

The old man looked at the boy without making a sound, but cast a puzzled look.

The rain wet the boy's hair, and his eyelashes carried the rain.He was very obedient and did not speak.

"Whether you win or lose in this battle, you will reap the rich fruits of growth in it."

"Now, can you tell Grandpa what you feel?" the old man asked.

The boy was silent for a long time.

His clear pupils jumped over the raised green hills and passed through the rain, as if he really saw something.

"Spring." He said slowly.

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In the torrential rain, the shape of the dragon is lost.

The red scales rubbed against each other, and thick lightning kept flickering over the mountains.

The golden candle is dazzling, and the long line is blurred by the heavy rain.

The wolves leave, and with their king, Feng Aphasia will also follow the wolves back to the grassland.

For the secret inherited by the boy was inherited by another creature.

Li Xi'an felt the rhythm of this rainstorm, and the scales relaxed into a rhythm.Looking at the scorched earth and mountains being placed in the rain, and no greenery can be seen where the eyes extend, these things that represent "life" have been reduced to nothingness in the friction between kings.

He had planned to let the wolf king go after the wolf king fell to the ground and stood up.

When he saw Dranosali who was on the verge of death but still held his head high, his huge body became a human, so he didn't plan to make another move.

In other words, the contract that Li Xi'an made for the wolf king was not judging the fate of the wolves, but judging the king.The Wolf King passed, it was as simple as that, he was always a trustworthy dragon, even if the other party didn't know the real content of the agreement, he was still the same.What's more, the real enemy has not yet arrived, and a king born in the grassland should not die in his hands.

As for the secrets inherited from the grassland.

To the boy named Feng Aphasia, it seems to be a taboo, but it's a pity that Li Xi'an has already touched these taboos.

But it is indeed quite useful information.

The Tiannv Tulu and Sixiang Tulu have the same origin, and Li Xi'an can distinguish the handwriting on the scroll.And the materials of the two catalogs that have no geographical location at all are the same.The fracture marks were similar but did not match, proving that there were other such things.

Feng Aphasia crossed the Greater Xing'an Mountains and headed south, roughly following the route that the female demon in the Tiannv Tulu had traveled southward in the past years.

It's just that he walked the Great Khingan Mountains, and in the past, Tiannuba almost destroyed the Great Wall.

Great Wall.

Built in this era, it also existed in the previous era.In Li Xi'an's long and distant memories, the Great Wall also existed in that dusty country, living in the north and stretching for thousands of miles.The Great Wall of the Hidden Era is not known for the time being. In this era, the Great Wall was built by the first emperor of the ancient kingdom of Yan, that is, the Emperor Yan who ruled the world.Li Xi'an also knew an emperor named Ying Zheng who did the same thing after unifying the world.

Raindrops hit Jiaolong's head.

Li Xi'an suddenly saw the scene of the woman holding the lamp muttering the same word and walking towards him.

The moment he finally touches him disappears and returns to the catalog.

He has written down the southbound route, and he will go to fetch the Tiannv Atlas, but not now.The wolves retreated, and the wolf king was almost dying. This may be the most vulnerable time for the grassland.He needs the grassland to beware of those ancient monks, and the catalog of the heavenly maiden is enough to provide temporary protection for the grassland.

ended.

It's over for now.

Li Xi'an withdrew his gaze.

The red dragon shape passes through layers of rain curtains, and the bronze tripod runs alive.

There is a majestic vitality in the heavy rain, the scorched earth is broken, and sporadic emerald greens begin to appear under the heavy rain.

Wait until winter passes and spring arrives.

The mountains will embrace life again.

(End of this chapter)