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Chapter 229.

From the laurel tree in ancient mythology.

Its image grows on the earth, wantonly showing its magnificent figure to the world.

High in the sky, the red scales and dharma forms were scattered together, turning into endless leaves.

When the last gust of mountain wind blew past, blowing away the red scales and shards of the dharma image, and even lifting Li Xi'an's wide sleeves, he was still looking in the direction of the Sacred Laurel Tree, and his eyes were still blazing with golden flames.

He reached out and returned the leaves to the dust.

The breath of the mole has indeed disappeared, completely.

There is no vitality in the ancient trees condensed by the moonlight.

He heard the roar passing between the mountains, the earth was trembling, and an extremely strong emotion surged up, as if it wanted to swallow all the living beings in this mountain range.

Unlike most people feel pathos.

In Li Xi'an's eyes, this is just an extremely strong emotion, which infects everyone because of the mighty power of the mountains. Perhaps it is the scene at this moment, which makes people understand this emotion as sadness.

After all, the Holy King did cease to exist.

But there was an emotion that was as shocking as sadness. Li Xi'an looked back, and the dharma form he had briefly manifested with the Moonlight River and the Time of Time disappeared, and the aura it possessed was also gradually fading away. It was the laurel tree.

The previously rising white moon unknowingly disappeared in the clouds, and the holy and peaceful atmosphere gradually returned to reality, and the fragrance of soil and forest vegetation could be smelled again in the nostrils.

The laurel completely collapsed, and the dust circulated wantonly.

The gazes of countless creatures are there, they know what they want to see, and what kind of ending they hope to usher in.

But as far as the eye can see, there is only nothingness.

It seems that just like the authority held by the king, it drives Yufa to stand in the sky and the earth.The same is true of the ending that is ushering in at this moment, nothingness.

"Red Jiao!" Someone hissed.

Even if the spirits of the Hundred Thousand Mountains witnessed themselves being attacked by the Holy King, they couldn't let the Holy King die like this.

As a citizen, what is it to witness the death of the king?
They need Chi Jiao's confession, at least, they need to know what happened in this short day and night, or what he did during the time when the Holy King disappeared.

But no response.

The moment the laurel collapsed, Li Xi'an lost his mind.

He stared blankly in the direction of the pitch-black holy mountain.

The exact opposite of sadness, and just as intense, is joy.

One hundred thousand mountains are rejoicing.

What are you happy about?
"Boom!" The sky and the earth were dim, and the stars were lit up along the pitch-black mountain wall.

Shen Xingshan, the ancient sacred mountain that Yuchai Shunde regards as capable of casting the supreme weapon, can help her reshape her dharma and obtain a more powerful treasure.At the same time, it was also an essential key for Li Xi'an to hold it up and suppress the descending bone statue with the help of good fortune.

Mole described this mountain in the past, during the feast that night when Li Xi'an was about to leave Shiwan Dashan and return to Taihang.

It roughly means that this is both the luck of Shiwan Dashan and the misfortune of Shiwan Dashan.

The birth of Shen Xing Mountain in the Hundred Thousand Mountains is a respected matter that is a million times luckier than him being born. This is the treasure that this world bestows on the Hundred Thousand Mountains.But the sacred mountain stands here, attracting countless peeping eyes. Master Yuchai Shunde came here for the sacred mountain.She is the first, but she will never be the last.

And this sacred mountain will one day become a weapon of a certain creature.

Li Xi'an asked him at that time, the treasures born in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains should be prepared for you by this mountain range. Instead of letting the world peek into the sacred mountain, it would be better to let the world peek into you, wouldn't it?Why not try to get that sacred mountain?

Mole shook his head.

He said: "That's not mine. The sacred mountain has its owner, but not yet. Besides, the greed and fear of the outside world can only make us lose it, but we can never let the peepers get it. Chijiao, you have that handle Sword, I can feel that the aura of that sword is somewhat similar to that of Shen Xingshan, what is it called?"

"Xi."

"What a sloppy naming method, you won't call it that because when you draw your sword it looks like the morning sun is rising?" You laughed loudly, and took another sip. In Li Xi'an's memory, he was probably a little bit like that at that time. drunk.

"Could it be true that some people named themselves Mole crickets because of the rise of mole crickets?"

So he was silent.

After a long time, he took a few gulps again and skipped the previous topic.

"Shen Xingshan is very important to Shiwan Dashan." The originally drowsy man was very serious.

"Very important, very very important."

"If someone wants to obtain this sacred mountain, he needs to be recognized by the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

"Aren't you?"

"Of course I am!" The quiet man in the past was very proud when talking about the Hundred Thousand Mountains, "I am the crowned king of the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

"But that sacred mountain doesn't recognize me."

The majestic aura reverberated, and as the world saw, the day in the direction of the Hundred Thousand Mountains turned into eternal night in an instant, and stars lit up.

"The person recognized by Shenshan has not yet been recognized by Shiwan Dashan, so he can't take this mountain away."

"But it doesn't matter, I have more ways."

As the sound faded away, Li Xi'an woke up startled, and the swirling lotus flowers in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Inadvertently, his hand touched the mountain wall of Shen Xingshan.

The sacred mountain was roaring, the runes on the mountain wall were as hot as the sun, and endless energy roared inside the mountain.No one can lift Shen Xingshan, unless it is the owner of Shen Xingshan.In that big battle, everyone knew it.

"It's really you." Li Xi'an said.

No wonder there was an extremely contradictory picture in the previous battle. The fallen king drove the mighty power of the mountains. It is not so much that he beheaded the lost, but that it was a trial given by the Hundred Thousand Mountains to verify whether he is eligible to get Shen Xingshan.As for the fallen Holy King, this was something he no longer worried about after the battle.

The clues are obvious.

The fallen holy king did not show a pale substance at the end, and it was still running the Taoism that the mole originally possessed.

That might just be a shell.

The deepest filth needs to be nourished by the soul. Once it shows a pale body, the creature will lose its original reason and mind, and turn into filth completely.

Cricket, not from beginning to end.

But the fact is that this body is indeed degenerate, even if it has the original mind and wisdom, its source is distorted.Therefore, he ordered all the creatures on the Hundred Thousand Mountains to avoid it. In the eyes of the fallen holy king, all creatures should die. If the creatures on the Hundred Thousand Mountains follow the instructions, only the outside invaders will arrive here.

At that time, the Holy King will let the invaders understand what darkness is.

In the last step, he found the space channel that sent Li Xi'an away, so that Jiaolong could arrive.This is why Li Xi'an sensed the door being pushed in the abyss of the Yellow River.

Li Xi'an lightly stroked the mountain wall.

Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

"So, I will accept it."

The strong emotions of the Hundred Thousand Mountains fluctuated like a tide, beating one after another in the depths of everyone's hearts.

They looked at the figure sitting cross-legged on the top of the sacred mountain, shocked and silent.

The hair danced lightly, and the original words were reflected in the lowered eyes.

He is reciting slowly.

The ancient testimonies resounded in the sky and the earth, and everyone subconsciously held their breath. On the sacred mountain, countless floating stars rose and fell behind the figure, slowly gathering into a frenzy!Everything in the world pales in front of this scene, and under the illumination of the stars, it seems that they all become part of the frenzy.

The wind picked up speed, and the gusts picked up.

The river broke away from its course and ran towards the pitch-black holy mountain.

It seems that gravity has been lost here, and the laws that originally existed in the world are reversed in front of Shenshan.

"Earth, spit out. Spit out all things. The two images are above the earth and in the earth. The spit out of the earth is also the one that gives birth to all things. Spit out the rhyme of earth."

The soil line of the five elements killing technique.

It is clearly a black robe, a dark sky and a sacred mountain, but there seems to be a crown of light on his body.Under the raging tide, he remained motionless, extremely calm, like an old monk in meditation, and like a reef in a surging tide.

Layer after layer of runes expanded from the top of the mountain, and the frenzy of rising and falling stars returned to the earth at this moment!
Clouds, gold and fire rise together, and he forges his way in the flames.

　I'm afraid there are only two chapters today, and there is one chapter before twelve o'clock.

　　Definitely tomorrow, if you can't come to see me, please forgive me for today's quality.

　　
　
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