Candle Dragon to the left

In Tianshan Mountain, the peak of Wanren Mountain plunges into the sky, and the sea of ​​clouds rolls, revealing the huge and boundless gate.

The ferocious ghost face, thousands of evil ghost reliefs squeezed densely on the surface of the door.They bared their fangs and claws, and the black air flowed around the door, as if they would come alive in the next moment, descending on the world with a grinning grin, devouring the living.

Su Long stood in front of the giant gate, and a river flowed through the slightly opened ghost gate. From her angle, she could see ripples on the surface of the river, as if someone was riding a boat on this river.At this moment, behind her, the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses are not in the door, the sound of horseshoes gradually fades away, and the sound of soldiers and swords recedes.

She sighed slightly in her heart.

Someone stood on the edge of the altar and called out softly, "Sister."

It was Su Yuyuan. She stood straight on the edge of the altar, with the cliff behind her, but she didn't care. She stepped on high boots, opened her black coat and danced wildly in the wind, like the spread wings of a night owl.

Her right eye was burning, revealing an incomparably brilliant gold.But in the eyes is the sadness that surges up, like losing a precious thing, like a frenzy.

"You're leaving..." she said.

"If you don't go back to your ancestors and take out the red dragon catalog, I may not even see you for the last time. My parents even thought you were dead. Our uncle was born from a Taoist temple for the first time in decades. , just to find you." Su Yuyuan looked around, taking in the wind and snow in all her eyes, and the sadness that emerged seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow, making her eyes no longer warm and bitingly cold, "But you, doing what?"

"Su Long, you have your own reasons, but you don't even want to drag your family to a dream? Or are you talking about the legendary ten classes of heaven and earth, ghosts in this world, you abandon the past in order to grasp the power of the present? Tell me... Su Yuyuan raised her head, "Are you a ghost now, or Su Long?"

Under the wind and snow, the two eyes looked at each other, and under the lifted red hijab, the same bright golden pupil narrowed.

Before the gate of hell, the slender shadow of Dahong is like a swaying manjusawa flower in the vast snow.

"Do you know why the red dragon picture hidden in the ancestral land has no eyes?" Su Long said slowly from the height.

"Because...we are His eyes. At least, at this moment, at this time, we are those eyes that can see the past and the future clearly. What a great and mysterious power. The old man always said that the two of us are a gift from the Su family. Eyes give us infinite possibilities."

"But You Yuan, remember, when you were young, you always said that what you saw before your eyes was different from reality. You saw black tides and heavy rains, you saw roaring dragons, and you saw blood-colored giants falling from the sky. You can see the future, So, do you think that the future exists, or is there a possibility of change?" Su Long lowered her eyes, and before Su Yuyuan could open her mouth, she continued, "Actually, it is both. established end point."

"Dragons, giants, dark rivers and storms, these are slowly becoming your reality."

"Is this kind of power a human being should have? Or, what kind of creature do you think will have this kind of power? It's impossible, sister." Su Long said softly, her eyes stretched, away from Su Yuyuan's body , looking to the south, the land that disappeared in the present Kyushu. "Whether you look at the starry sky or not, the starry sky is watching you. And some things exist in the present, but never just now."

Su Youyuan frowned, she knew what her sister was talking about, and even knew who the "he" Su Long was talking about.

But there is only one difference.

That is, the "ghost" at this moment is not like her sister!
Ancient and complicated, with strange and rhyming accents between the words.The words tell secrets, describe the ancient times, and show no respect.

"The king of Taihang, Nanzhu, what is he?"

Su Long lowered her head and responded, "You will know, but not now."

"But one thing I can tell you is that in the future you see, one picture is the past, and in the past I saw, one of the pictures is the future. Such contradictory points appear on the same individual, what can this explain?"

"It means... the 'hour' has arrived."

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Tianzhu, the huge idol leans over.

The world is completely in chaos, the tide is rushing to the sky, the mountains are cracking, and the pillars of fire hidden deep in the ground rushed out wantonly, and the flames dyed everyone's face red.

But the sky is so dark, so dark that there is only one light, and the eyes of all creatures are there.

Red clothes, wooden hairpins, holding an ancient eight-faced sword.

The figure is thin and thin, but it is as straight as the edge of a sword.

On the Hanging Continent, the man slowly pulled out the sword behind his back, and at the same time, the statue deep in the sea of ​​clouds did the same with him.

Just drawing the sword, the sharp edge will tear the earth and turn the mountains into ravines.

"Longevity, you don't belong to this time and space." Chunyang Fuyou said, his eyes were full of divine light, his whole body was shrouded in the light brought by the Dharma image, and he couldn't see his face clearly. place, but I can’t call you here because of that catalog?”

In the sky, the catalog burned, and the red dragon depicted on the catalog was disappearing.

medium.

Li Xi'an remained silent. Behind him was a picture of a huge dharma image falling. There were three of them, and there were countless pale and slender priests wearing masks who bowed their heads and their heads were beheaded one by one.

A man's chuckle came from the glow, "It seems that someone has been preparing for a long time to deal with me, that's all, that's all, why bother to ask again."

The idol swings a sword.

Li Xi'an also swung his sword.

Dusk-like flames pushed out along his sword, as quiet as stagnant water.

But when the two sword lights collided, the light and heat burst out, and everything on the ground was erased at will like graffiti on drawing paper.After the light dissipated, Chunyang Fuyou showed a surprised expression for the first time.

"Oh?"

The creatures on the earth did not perish under the sword light. In front of each creature stood a phantom of a priest in red clothes. The priest bowed slightly, with his hands in his sleeves, all facing the same direction, like It is worship.Chunyang Fuyou knew these phantoms, the immortals of Kunlun, but how could the immortals of Kunlun pay homage to another immortal?There is only one statue among the immortals, but that one has disappeared thousands of years ago, named Queen Mother of the West.

He glanced at the Immortal at the top, and happened to meet his gaze.

Precipitated eyes of gold, in which bloomed ancient and sacred flowers.

The Immortal raises his sword.

The three dharma figures that fell from behind were lifted up, crushed, and mixed together, as if there was an invisible big hand shaping everything. Finally, a deformed dharma figure was created, with slender limbs and three different faces on the head Breaking up the splicing, the only conspicuous and clear thing is the sword in Faxiang's hand, hanging upside down, red, square, and engraved with seal characters.

Chunyang Fuyou knew those faces, even called them familiar.

The deformed Faxiang dropped the sword in his hand.

It's like falling from the sky.

Li Xi'an was expressionless. He dragged the faint sword in his hand, and at the same time as the huge sword fell, he ran forward on the arm that was mixed with Faxiang. At the end of the arm, Chunyang Fuyou greeted him.

He slashed wantonly, chopping the dharma figure that had been killed into pieces.

During the slash, the man was even laughing.

"You want a cross-boundary creature more than I do. If you are not in this time and space, where are you? Did you die in the Kunlun that fell in Kyushu? Or did you kill yourself and create a living medium?"

With the last sword strike, the man slashed, and the hybrid form began to crack from the top of the skull to the body, and it shattered with a "bang". Among the iridescent fragments in the sky, the dusk-like light was so dazzling that someone walked across the sky, holding a sword and Come!

"Zheng-!"

The sound of gold and iron colliding is crisp.

One sword tore apart Chunyang Fuyou's dharma form, and the second sword tore apart Chunyang Fuyou's parry. At the moment when the sword light pierced to the center of the eyebrows, the swords collided again!
Chunyang Fuyou's white clothes were still not stained with dust, the flying sword pierced into the distant soil, at this moment, he was holding another sword in his hand, with a three-foot green peak glistening like water.

The light of the water covers the flames of the evening.

One of the three cuts is trouble.

Chunyang Fuyou did carry a sword, it was this body.

He walked and swung the sword with him, and his movements were accompanied by snow-like drifts, which were the broken pieces of his body.

The two figures intertwined with each other, red and white like two intertwined nets, Chunyang Fuyou was still laughing.

"Thousands of years, thousands of years, I never thought that there would be creatures in the land after the fall of Kyushu that would allow me to draw a sword, so heartily!"

"Hahahaha!"

He swung himself around and drew an arc with his sword, startled like a waning moon.Chunyang Fuyou lifted Li Xi'an into the air, and the two finally separated, looking far away, between them, the land was slowly falling.The center of this suspended continent is full of scars and fragments.And they rushed towards each other at the same moment when the land began to fall. The land that was dragged by Chunyang Fuyou to the sea of ​​clouds fell at such a terrible speed that each piece of land that collapsed was filled with sparks, and golden colors appeared on the surface. arc.

Like the doomsday, the stars are falling, and the sky is full of fire and rain.

And they were chasing and fighting in these flames, and occasionally there would be rippling sword edges spreading, annihilating everything within the range.

until the end.

The rain of fire pours down, and everything ends.

King Daming woke up suddenly, the familiar feeling surged up again, and the power from the earth began to help him heal his wounds.

"Boom!" The continent fell, and the ocean raised waves thousands of meters high. In the end, not a single drop of fire rain fell, and all of them were annihilated in the high places, annihilated in the collision of the two demon god figures.

Accompanied by this roar, the tide rushing towards the sky lost its strength in an instant, and turned into powerless sprays and fell into the sea.

The world is gradually returning to normal.

King Daming looked towards the center of the ruins, and there stood a figure standing upright.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and King Daming was stunned when he saw the figure's face clearly.

At high altitude, the Red Dragon Atlas burned up.

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Himalayan, snowdrops are unbelievable.

The land that was separated from Kyushu returned after this short moment.

The moment after connecting to the ground veins, she murmured blankly, "What the hell happened here...!"

The earth is devastated and the mountains are ravines, but it is strange that no one died in this disaster.

Then, she saw a familiar face.

Subconsciously hold your breath.

"He...why is he here?"

Mole's reaction was faster than that of Snow Lotus. He clenched his long dagger tightly, and his figure disappeared.In the next moment, the wind and snow were low, and in the distance, the ice phoenix spread its wings.