Candle Dragon to the left

Chapter 228 227. Garuda
The more distant Western Regions, extremely high.

a tree.

A giant tree growing on the boundless plateau, with a dome covering the sky, sometimes falling red and yellow leaves.But when you get closer, you will find that what constitutes this terrifying giant tree is not forest branches at all, but metal, a strange substance whose shape is between gold and sand.

People here call it the "Tree of Paradise".

Reborn in bliss.

This tree of bliss is the abode of a noble king. Under her wings, the world can enjoy bliss and be far away from the troubles of the world.

Its diamond-like horns are cocked, and there is a shining orb on the top. The fiery eyes are shining like the sun and the moon, the steel-like mouth is like an iron hook, and the wings like swords are dancing in the air.

"How arrogant and angry people are to give, fall into Garuda, and always feel at ease. There are wish-fulfilling jewels as necklaces, and all kinds of needs are self-satisfied. There is nothing unsatisfactory, ever-changing, and everything is done." People describe it like this, Poems and words are used to praise, in order to think that one day I will be chosen to become a resident of the blissful life.

She protects the people and walks the world with the light of Buddha on her back.

It is regarded as "Buddha's life in the world".

The gaps in the feathers of the wings can hold gravel and resonate with the earth.When flying, it will unintentionally roll up a large amount of sand and stones on the ground, like a sand river in the sky.

Hot sand and rain fell from the gaps between the golden blade's feathers, and the places it traveled were covered by dim sandstorms.

Living on iron trees in the Western Ghats, people call their nests "trees of bliss".

The pieces of falling ash are like melon seeds, one after another, they stop over time, and the sun will sink, turning red and yellow.

Garuda, Sibu Zhuo.

But at this time, at the top of the Paradise Tree filled with yellow sand, a huge shadow relaxed its wings at will. She raised her head and looked towards the east with her golden head.

"Teacher?" The childish voice shouted, the child's body is extremely small to this bird, especially to this tree of bliss.But his shout made Pengniao look back, and his glass-like pupils looked over.

"Teacher, I felt the precious light you mentioned just now!" The child was very excited, he closed his eyes again, trying to reproduce the scene in his heart before.

After a long time, the child opened his eyes in frustration.

The original surprise seemed to be messed up by him.

"Teacher, I didn't lie to you, I really felt it..." the child said in a low voice.

For this kind of behemoth, the lines on the wings of the roc may be better than that of a child, and his voice is difficult to convey.But Pengniao did respond.

The voices were mixed and hoarse.

"You will do it."

"But I hope you can slow down and complete every step of your practice."

When the child heard the response, his discouraged expression was quickly replaced by excitement, but when he was about to speak again, Pengniao had already raised his head again.

He froze for a moment, and looked in the direction Pengniao was facing.

That's sunrise.

The sunlight that had passed through the wind and sand fell on the golden wings of the Pengniao, and was cut into countless gaps. There happened to be a ray of light shining straight on the child's face, reflecting the red spot on his forehead.

"The kingdom of the white elephant will eventually collapse." Pengniao said.

"Is it the Elephant Mother?" the child asked, he remembered that the huge white elephant traveled thousands of miles to come here, and worshiped under the bliss.

"She's dead."

"Master Elephant Mother is very powerful, how could she die?" the child wondered, he faced the east like his teacher, looking at the rising sun in the distance.

what came to mind.

"Are those monks from the past?"

The powerful monks encountered by the spirits do not belong to this world, and their existence should have been buried in the past.This is what the teacher once said, they are lost in the endless darkness, and they no longer have the power to see the way ahead.

Therefore, Pengniao gave them bliss and sent them to die.

In the child's impression, the Elephant Mother was very powerful, if she died, she should have died in the hands of the ancient monks.

"Maybe not." Ke Pengniao shook his head.

"Remember my warning? On the way of practice, remember not to be greedy, angry, or ignorant. If you get one, you will easily bring disaster on yourself. That white elephant is sacred in his own country, but he is full of greed, so he finally got the result of death. This is inevitable."

"Is this the future that the teacher saw?" The child's eyes widened.

"I can't see the future."

"But the future is based on what you get now."

The glass in Pengniao's eyes reflects the light of the rising sun.

"White Elephant travels west, but if she doesn't get what she wants, then one day she will go east."

"East……"

"Teacher, is there a living Buddha like you in the East?"

"I have never been a Buddha." Pengniao replied, "This is the title given to me by the world. You should know a more accurate title to describe our existence."

"The crowned king."

…………

One hundred thousand mountains.

The dawn is accompanied by the night and the night recedes.

The fire is still burning.

Everything the world sees and gains is turned into firewood in this battlefield.

The dragon shadow ascends, carrying the great sun on its back.

His body is winding like an ancient totem embedded in the sun.

Fighting day and night, until now.

People lost the river that protected them, and the moonlight river became a streamer vestment to cover the dragon.

Li Xi'an lowered his head, staring at the golden creature standing on the ground.

The opened Buddha's pure land is annihilated, the gathered aura of grandeur dissipates, and the blessed land formed by the formula is the current fragmented environmental image.

Yuchai Shunde focused.

All the free spiritual energy in the air is flocking in one direction.

Maybe...it's over.

Walking like a mole, completely destroyed the originally fragmented blessed land, and appeared in front of Jiaolong in the most primitive posture.

Swords and axes.

Behind Jiaolong is the rising golden sun, and behind him is the cracked abyss, criss-crossing, like eyes peeping into the world one after another from the boundless darkness.

The power of the [-] mountains gathered on his armor, outlining the immemorial traces.

"Come on! Chijiao!" He looked like an angry King Kong, waving a sword with four arms, and the space he was in was torn apart by his movements!The golden king rushed up to the dragon shadow high in the sky, his whole figure was engulfed by the blazing light and heat!
"as you wish."

Li Xi'an closed his eyes.

The world fell into a strange tranquility.

The Jianyue River is rushing, and the gorgeous moonlight is pieced together into pieces, which are continuously spliced ​​and extended, like the most magnificent crystal.

"what is that?"

People lowered their voices.

They seem to have seen this gesture before.But never on living beings!

The moonlight covered the newborn sun, a slender shadow rose slowly from the Jianyue River, the gauze draped over the head blurred the face, and the crystal branches formed the hem of the aurora-like clothes.At the same time, the earth trembled, and the whole world seemed to be stagnant, and every corner was filled with the breath of "her"!

Faxiang?

The bodies of the dragon and the holy king are already huge enough, so huge that it is shocking.

But this existence that rose from the moonlight river is even more magnificent.

"If it's not Shinichi, can it still create a Dharma?" Everyone had such doubts in their hearts, and only Yuchai Shunde, who lived in a corner, discovered the clue.

The slender goddess is not a real Dharma image, but reflected by the water elements in the five-element vessel.Maybe just water movement is not enough, there is also the shadow of time law.

But... Yuchai Shunde looked at the goddess Faxiang wearing a light veil.

This gesture.

Far from what an ordinary Shinichi should look like.

What happened in the Taihang Palace that caused this dragon to encounter such a thing?

Beams converge.

The ancient proverbs were recited slowly, with a soft tone as if reciting poetry.

Here, people see the other side of the sun and the rising moon.

A tree soared into the sky from the original position, made of moonlight, the crown of the luxuriant tree presents a crescent, quiet and serene, as if the appearance of this tree smoothed the blood on the battlefield.The golden king who held all kinds of weapons and practiced all kinds of methods was swallowed by the ancient wood.The thousands of pitch-black hollows he dragged were also obliterated, and the eyeball-like things were strung together by the branches, shattering one by one.

Afterwards, the flood dragon roared.

The Goddess Faxiang raised her hand and held it falsely.

The moonlight erupted in an instant, reflecting the full moon in the sky at this moment, but it was still quiet and peaceful here, and those beating brilliance could easily remind people of the polar regions.The blooming light is so silent and beautiful, like the whirling white skirt of a dancing girl on the stage.

But a huge sense of sadness surged from the mountains, agitated and overwhelmed everyone.

It's a sadness that nothing can erase, that someone died.

The one who died was the Holy King of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

　Drowsy, today a chapter will be added tomorrow.

　　Good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)