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Chapter 241 3. The world collapses, and the shrine rises (4.2k)

Kyushu, one hundred thousand mountains,
Like a divine bird made of ice crystals, it stands on the top of the mountain, with a slender neck winding, and its eyes are full of fluorescent lights.

The fine snow fell among the feathers, making the hot and humid deep mountains seem to have come to winter in advance.

As she expected, another world returned to the land of Kyushu. With the Hundred Thousand Mountains as the center, the aura surged up again. Now she can breathe with the aura tide.

This is a carnival for the [-] mountains.

Of course, it is far more than just a carnival for the creatures in the [-] mountains.Bingfeng raised her head and gazed into the distance, what she saw was the drastic changes that were about to take place.

The effect of the boundary collapse in Taihang Mountain was not obvious. Kyushu probably had a critical value, and the return of one boundary could not touch that critical value, but now it is different. The return of the two boundaries, let alone her, I am afraid that ordinary creatures can feel the huge changes in this world.

"You..." Beside, She hesitated.

The king in front of her helped Shiwan Dashan survive the catastrophe of Jiebang, but she didn't know how to address him.

The chill in the divine bird's eyes was even bitterer than the depths of winter.

"Bingfeng." Shenniao saw She's doubts.Her tone was very calm, even mild, not as cold as imagined.

"Although it's not strictly a name, it's okay to call me. Your king also calls me like this. Don't be confused, I have too many names." Bingfeng continued.

"Kangla, Kawaborg, God Qixue..." Bingfeng spit out one rather awkward vocabulary after another.

"Kangla, this is what the people at the foot of my snow mountain call me, meaning the god of snow. Kavabog is not so beautiful. My enemies like to call me this, because it represents ferocity, brutality and strength. The environment where I live is much more complicated than Shiwan Dashan. There are many people from different countries who believe in me, so there are more and more names to call me. If you don’t mind, you can choose any of these names. Or give me It's not bad to take a name with the characteristics of our [-] mountains."

She was silent.

The Divine Bird King, whose power is hard to measure, raised his head slightly, as if waiting for her new title.

But the other party may be disappointed.The matter of naming should be left to the intellectuals, for example, she is basically a thick snake, so let her be spared if she chooses a name with the characteristics of a hundred thousand mountains.If one is not careful, she will be a great sinner.

"Huh?" Shenniao snorted softly, seeing the snake girl was speechless for a long time.

"Forget it." Bingfeng raised her head, no longer entangled in this topic, "Where is your king? Even if he destroyed the boundary with that red dragon, he should be back by this time."

"I don't know." She answered simply.

"Don't you know?" Bingfeng looked at the sky.

The clouds parted, and the sky was blue for thousands of miles. Obviously, the sky would not throw down the king of the Hundred Thousand Mountains at this time.

"You know that after the realm collapsed, you went to the realm and didn't return... what does that mean?"

Bingfeng tilted her head slightly, "It means that they were destroyed together with that realm. Don't worry, don't worry, look at you, your spirit started to become disordered before you finished speaking, so you care about others?"

The divine bird is lazy and elegant, with its tail feathers swaying slightly, and its words are unhurried.

"There is also a possibility that one of the realms collapsed and did not return to Kyushu. It is very likely that they went to another world. You are in a hurry again. Another world does not mean death, but another star. Put it this way, understand Is it wrong? The second in command of Shiwan Dashan, a cold snake demon, what's the matter, when it comes to your king, he breaks his defense."

She is discouraged.

She had never met such a king.

In other words, there are only two kings in her impression, Chijiao and Mole, and the most inconspicuous example is Mole. Unexpectedly, this snow bird from the snow-covered plateau speaks like a provocative lady. The hippie smiley face is even more outrageous.The most inconsequential paradigms have probably changed.

"I'm worried about him, because without him, it's hard for me to guard the [-] mountains. An ancient mountain range without a crowned king is an unlocked treasure chest for the world, waiting for someone to open it."

"So unconfident?" Bingfeng asked.

"Because I have experienced it." She replied.

"Okay, okay, I can reluctantly stay here for a while until your king comes back, how about it?"

"Why do you sound a little excited?" She's instinct as a snake told her that this bird was weird.

"Is there?" Bingfeng smiled.

"However, I have one condition. Hire a king to guard the mountain for you. It's not too much for me to charge some interest first."

"What?" She became vigilant, the originally solemn and sacred phoenix bird had changed in her eyes, is this a bird?Really not a fox?
Bingfeng lowered her head, the flowing light dissipated, revealing off-white, mirror-like eyes.

In the reflection of this pair of pupils, there are mountains juxtaposed and majestic palaces towering!

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Qinling, a deep lake.

The huge and fat figure slowly walked out from between the high mountains, dragging green bamboos that were almost as tall as the mountains.

After that, he slowly climbed into the deep lake, adjusted his posture at the same time, leaned all over, turned his back to the sky, and began to gnaw with green bamboo in his mouth.

"Ah, Bashi!"

After a long time, the behemoth said so.

The king of the Qinling Mountains, the great barbarian, no one could have imagined that this king would look like this in the mountains.

"Fatty." Someone shouted suddenly.

Da Zhiyi turned his head, revealing a black and white and quite funny face.Finally, he found a figure calling him on a mountain top.

"Old man?" Da Zhiyi was taken aback, his expression inexplicably flustered, "What's wrong? Could it be An Wanxian who came back?"

The old man standing on the top of the mountain made a formula, and flew down with a beam of light.

"No." The old man shook his head.

"It's rare for you to go out often. Why, the Taoist temple is not open?"

The old man shook his head again.

After a long time, the guy in the lake stretched all over showed a look of embarrassment.

"This……"

He spread his hand and showed the last bundle of green bamboo.

"That's all I have, if you always want..."

"Bastard!" The old man couldn't bear it anymore, and finally became furious. "Am I here to tell you this? Look at the sky outside, to the southwest!"

"What a waste?" Seeing that he didn't come to ask for his food, Da Zhiyi stuffed the green bamboo back into his mouth with confidence.

"The sky is falling." The old man nodded for the first time.

"Is someone going to block it?"

"Yes." The old man nodded for the second time.

"Is it over?"

The old man continued to nod.

"Then it's over, someone will do the job." Da Zhiyi patted his stomach happily.

"You don't have to worry about it, it's nothing to worry about."

"You don't care this time, what happened to you last time?" the old man asked.

"Last time, it was because it was so close. Just think about it, Taihang Mountain is just above our heads. If something happened there, we are not much better. The southwest is too far away. You are embarrassing me, Fatty."

"Really?" The old man raised his voice.

"It's absolutely true." Da Zhiyi nodded sincerely.

"Yes, I got it!" The old man waved his sleeve robe and was about to leave, but he turned his head and nodded at Da Zhiyi, "Let's go!"

"Hey! You keep walking slowly! Remember to send me a message when An Wanxian is back!" Da Zhiyi took the time to respond.

When the light disappeared into the sky, the chubby face laughed.

"The old man reacted very quickly."

"Chijiao is not here, there must be someone in the center of this vast land." With the sound of splashing water, Da Zhiyi sat up from the lake and put his hands on his hips, "It must be me, Da Zhiyi!"

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In the depths of the Taihang Mountains, the girl lifted a person with a smile.

"My Buddha is merciful! Donor, do you really have nothing to say?"

"I'm just a riser who entered the mountain to fight for it. You monsters occupy the mountain, and you plan to occupy all the media? Pooh, it's shameful!"

The voice was weak, and the thick golden light vibrated.

A big hand came down, almost slapping the man to death.

"The donor must not be rude." The girl smiled. "But I'm sorry, it seems that the benefactor was indeed wrongly blamed, so I will let the benefactor go."

After finishing speaking, the girl threw the man down directly, and the scarred he asked with the remaining strength.

"Why do you know it's a misunderstanding, why don't you help me treat..."

The girl clapped her hands, and her words were strict.

"The previous palm was a warning of the donor's impoliteness, and there is no rule of law. And the first palm is to make up for the scare the donor gave me, and there is no rule of law. Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. I will chant sutras for you, the donor, and bless you to leave safely. .”

After she finished speaking, she ran away with a strange smile.

"Monk! Monk!" The man was left struggling in pain.

At the same time the girl disappeared.

The island in the center of the lake, the ginkgo tree, Chu Xinger opened her eyes, a leaf fell back into her hand, and a corona loomed behind her.The white fox curled up on her lap also looked up at her.

"Benefactor, the Buddha once said that when Chu Xing'er fishes, those who wish will be baited. I can't even remember such famous sayings and epigrams, so don't blame the poor monk for killing you all in the future."

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The land of the extreme north, the northern end of the Xiaoxing'an Mountains.

Covered with snow all year round, as one of the Kyushu in the past, Beizhou, the half-person-high snow scene is probably the most common scenery.

There are two figures fighting on the snow field.

Snow and dust splashed, biting each other, running around each other.

"Boom!" The burly figure among them slapped the other figure down, and the terrifying shock swept away the thick snow in the surrounding area.

"I thought the tiger walking alone in the Taihang Mountains should be so powerful. You are so weak, and your scars can't add much color to your qualifications. On the contrary, they are a symbol of your weakness and incompetence." A burly giant tiger said in a deep voice. , the undulating muscles drive the skin pattern, which is especially conspicuous in the snow, like an endless flame.

"Roar!" The downed pale tiger roared and exploded violently.

The flaming tiger let go of its giant palm and stepped back a little distance.

"That's right, the king should look like a king. The way you whimpered earlier was just like a kitten." He licked his paws, and all the burning spiritual energy returned to his body.

The pale and fierce tiger rushed forward, and the two fought together again.

But it might not be a fight.

From a height, a woman with a long sword on her back looked at the battlefield.

The king who wanders in the endless snowfields, Xiza, is an unrivaled tiger. He roams the snowfields, rules his territory with violence, and kills all the creatures who do not submit to him, including the ocean overlord who walked out of the ice sea, the ancient monster from the slit of the world. The monks, without exception, all became the bones under his throne.This king never stayed in one place, he kept wandering, and when he saw a powerful creature, he would fight. If the battle did not satisfy him, the other party would die.

Living up to his name, "The Tyrant".

From a human point of view, this man is undoubtedly a tyrant, but under his iron-blooded rule, the entire ice field is peaceful and free from foreign enemies.All the creatures in the ocean dare not set foot on this frozen land because they are afraid of him, the god of death.

Therefore, this is not a fight at all.In the eyes of this tyrant, Qing Yan is almost like a cub.

"Boom!" Qing Yan was sent flying again, and the chilling sound of bones breaking could be heard.

Probably a few months ago, when spring had not yet fully passed.

They met the king.

Terrible, even terrifying.In general, the talent of rising tigers is like this, to dance in the slaughter, and to be king on the bones.Since the recovery of the world, countless creatures have died under Xiza's minions. Only the existence he recognizes can barely occupy a place in his black pattern and become the ghost he drives.

Qing Yan, who has become the Demon Emperor and mastered Thunder, is not his all-in-one enemy.

But surprisingly, the other party seemed to have no malice towards Qing Yan.

He is teaching.

An Wanxian looked at Qing Yan, who had struggled to get up from the snow, and then at the burly figure standing still in the distance.This is probably similar to the teachings of the fathers in the ethnic group to the younger generations, just like the animal world she watched when she was a child, teaching hunting skills and common sense of nature, and then just let it go.It's not that she didn't suspect that this was some kind of courtship, but judging from the appearance of the tyrant, he was obviously not looking for his queen.

Of course, this kind of knowledge can no longer be used to judge the rising creatures, but apart from that, An Wanxian can't figure out the reason.

It's not that she didn't ask Qing Yan, and the answer she got was similar to what she deduced.

Another roar!
The snow and dust scattered, thousands of ghosts howled, this is Qingyan's haunted realm!
But at the next moment, there was a dull roar in the snow and dust, and the ghost collapsed in an instant, and a flame flashed by, flying the green flame, and knocking down a mountain in the distance.

"What the hell." Siza asked.

"Your ghosts are as weak as you yourself. I can see that there are many strong ones among them. They shouldn't be so weak. These ghosts, didn't you kill them yourself? They came from a battlefield? There was a stronger existence that destroyed them, So your pride as a king is to pick up leaks?" He sneered, walking slowly on the snow, the patterns on his body were flowing, and countless strange black shadows were about to break through.

boom--!
The snow was dyed pitch-black, and behemoths roared in the sky. There were giant bears in heavy armor, serpents in the sea with orbs in their mouths, sword-wielding figures with three pairs of wings, and ancient monks with magic weapons hanging from their heads. One after another, filling the entire sky.

Under the tens of thousands of ghostly shadows, the tyrant is still as bright as a scorching sun.

He licked his claws calmly.

"The snowfield is about to usher in a second storm. This storm will even cross the Great Wall of Yan Kingdom. It is a feast of killing. No living thing will predict whether he can survive. The same goes for me, and the wolf on the grassland Same."

Siza raised his eyes, "How is it? Kitten, do you want to come? Use this feast to crown yourself."

On the heights, An Wanxian got up slowly.

She finally understood what this tyrant was doing, he was looking for... a successor!
　Wait for another chapter

　　
　
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