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Chapter 317 79. Slaying Cangming

In the extreme north, the snow field, the silver light covered the earth, and the storm rolled up the snow and dust.

The wolves howled.

The wolf king walks on the wind, he came from a distant grassland, and the expedition is here!
The old man on the wooden boat looked sideways slightly, and the azure pupil exposed under the bamboo hat calmly watched the full moon rise.

Neighing in the wind and snow, the Huaxing Ichthyosaurs devoured the storm, but soon, a strange blue flame burned from their abdomen, burning it up in an instant.In the wind and snow, there were not only wolves, but also a standing woman with long hair hanging down and her wrists shriveled and yellow under the wide sleeves. She was more like a corpse than a living person.

She raised her hand, spread her five fingers, and the cyan fire was beating in her palm.

The old man's relaxed face became serious.

A brass-colored lantern was lit, and she softly sang ancient songs.The sky is changing, the scorching heat visible to the naked eye sweeps across the land, the snow and dust melt, and even the river under the canoe begins to shrink, the river bank continues to erode towards the center of the river, and the exposed land is dry and cracked.

"Holy." The old man pondered, but he shook his head again.

"A shell."

He got up slowly, and the school of fish formed steps to support him.

"It's so powerful, but no soul can wake up the real you. It's sad." The old man raised his arms high in the sky, and the statue made of water bowed his head, and the ancient and solemn atmosphere permeated the statue. Ups and downs, like breathing, this is indeed breathing, it will suck up all the free aura in the world!

Randomly create a huge, vast, soulless land.

The shoal of fish that radiates light guards the statue in the center, and star-like silhouettes appear on the body of each small fish, dancing with a strange rhythm.

Qing Yan felt close to suffocation at this time!
She couldn't absorb spiritual energy from anywhere, nor could she have any echo with this world.After going through this fierce battle, the power in her body was already exhausted, and as the aura of the god statue grew stronger, she became weaker and weaker.As if in a cage, no light can penetrate at all.Even her soul is vibrating with that rhythm, being assimilated!
"Roar!" she yelled in pain.

The thunder is extinguished, and the storm moves ahead.

The silver-gray giant shadow broke through Zu's territory, tearing everything apart like a sharp knife!
The wind is used as a blade, and it is also armor, but these things cannot completely block the bite of the Huaxing ichthyosaur. These things are too powerful. In the ancient times, they were terrible beings that could devour stars. Now, at the moment of losing their brilliance, they The strength has not changed.The shriveled figure was walking with the storm, burning blue fire along the way.

Zu just overlooked.

Then shook his head.

…………

This was the last scene Xie Miao saw when he was able to maintain his consciousness.

Crashed.

There are holy rivers flowing in the sky, sending down rains that purify all things.

The dark sky brightened because the moon was shattered by Zu.The giant tiger roared, losing its vitality under the drizzle.

Qing Yan growled, and thunder flashed all over her body, but she still couldn't move a single bit, her limbs seemed to be imbued with a great weight, and even her soul screamed unbearably.The drizzle purifies all things, but it snatches the vitality of all creatures under the rain, and under the sacred peace and tranquility, it is the death of all things!
The idol stood silent.

She witnessed the wolves melting under the drizzle, and the living things seemed to become water in the rain.

The shriveled figure under the green clothes collapsed in the rain and turned into a handful of loess.

Heavy footsteps sounded beside Qingyan. At this moment, apart from the thunder and light, there was only a storm. The unprecedented storm surrounded them and temporarily isolated the drizzle.But the neighing sound continued, and the light symbolizing the change-shaped ichthyosaurus could be seen above the head.Zu didn't move at all, he just stood there quietly, watching the death of all things indifferently.

"This is the last wind," said the Wolf King.

Dranosali, the lord of the storm, is honored as the king who masters the storm. At this moment, there is only the last ray of wind left.

That is his own royal realm.

Surrounding them and gradually being devoured is his imperial realm.

He picked up the catalog on the ground and handed it to Qing Yan.

"I know your relationship with that dragon in Taihang, this is his thing, take it, and leave here. I have been waiting for him in the grassland for a long time, waiting for him to come to pick up this catalog, but it has been so long, He didn't come, so I can only trouble you to send it back in person." Dronosali's voice was calm, opposite to his body.

Beneath the beautiful silver-gray hair is a flesh that is riddled with holes.

Qing Yan stared at him, and the wolf king responded to her with pale yellow wolf pupils.

The eye of the storm had already destroyed this piece of land, and they were surrounded by exposed rock foundations and huge rock blocks. As for the trees and grass, those things had completely disappeared when Zu arrived.

The wolf king looked away.

Slowly cross the blue flame.

With the gradual steps, Dranosali's hair is changing, from silver gray to a complete silver-white color, as if mercury is poured from top to bottom, flowing through the moon-like glow.

In the distance, the edge of the storm is collapsing, revealing the huge statue standing between the sky and the earth.And the silver-white emperor walked alone, walking towards it slowly.

Qing Yan froze.

It seemed that a long time ago, there was a creature standing in front of her like this.She left him in order not to see this scene again.The storm roared, and above the head, the fish dragons that devoured the storm screamed, but Qing Yan couldn't hear anything, and her mind went blank.If history is still repeating itself, then what is the reason for her going out of Taihang and going through the fight?
She is still the same...

waste.

"He's reading a eulogy," someone whispered in her ear.

The figure continued, "It's really an ancient language, this eulogy is for myself, the funeral of the grassland."

Qing Yan slowly turned her head and looked beside her.The next moment, she held her breath.

Standing beside her was a pitch-black giant tiger with torch-like pupils and ominous black flames constantly burning on its body. The whole body was floating, flickering, as if it was made of that weird black flame.

"Si...za?"

"Oh?" Juhu grinned, "You can still recognize me."

The flaming giant stretched out its paws, pointed forward, the direction in which the wolf king was heading, and said solemnly: "But this is just a funeral in the grassland, it shouldn't belong to an emperor."

"If you want this funeral to match the previous emperor, no matter what, you should chop off your ancestors as a tribute."

"What do you say?"

Qing Yan just lowered his head and remained silent.

"Are you thinking you can't do it?" Siza smiled, "Don't be kidding, girl, how can you not do it, you have always been able to. You always wanted to follow the dragon in Taihang and become a helper, but you have Didn’t you want to go to the past? Go to the same place, or even go beyond.”

"Dragon, the head of a hundred scales."

"Tiger, the king of all beasts, you were born to be the one roaring."

"Your anger, your minions, your... crown!" Siza laughed loudly, and the giant tiger-shaped flame burned violently until it surrounded the green flames, and the eyes that symbolized Siza on the black flames also disappeared. .

Above the earth, a ray of thunder pierced the sky.

The old man on the statue raised his head.

At the position of the eye of the storm, Huaxing Ichthyosaurs all disappeared.

The black flames were burning, and the heavy pounding sound became louder and louder.But all of a sudden, everything was silent, even the thunder was silent, and breathing was audible among all things.

"Roar--!"

Tiger howl.

The Pale Tiger tears the storm, black fire surrounds her, flowing and converging.She raised her head, and being stared at by those eyes, she felt palpitations.She breathed slowly, and the aura returned. At this moment, thousands of spirits have become her subjects.

The giant tiger stepped on the ground.

Finally, black flames condensed into a crown on her head.

Under the flames, the giant tiger roared, and the entire snowfield roared. The white-faced strange birds were free and running, calling each other the same name.

This is the new king.

He is also the monarch of the entire snow field!
The flame continued to burn, out of which a shank appeared.Then, the shape of a knife appeared.The fish and dragons screamed and swarmed up, but the thunder and light created purgatory.

Today, at this time, in the snow.

The murderous tiger holds the sword and cuts Cang Ming!

　Germany lost money, and I lost money too.

　　It's really mapo tofu stuffed with rattan pepper, double Ma!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)