final catastrophe

Chapter 385 68. The Situation (Third Change)

Silently, believers who worshiped the Black Snake God had infiltrated every corner of this world.

Or the evil people in the poor villages, or the bandits in the wilderness, or the elite disciples of all sects, regardless of righteousness and evil, or even cadres and teachers, or the emperor's subordinates.
even a fish, a tree, a flower
Like sowing seeds, these believers, at the moment of awakening, put the awakening of the Black Snake God first.

That day is called "Awakening Day" by believers.

far away.

enclosed space.

Three thousand eight hundred and sixty one dark golden red dots, burning quietly in the darkness.

Unscented and tasteless.

The dark figure is like a stone tablet inserted in a solemn cemetery.

"Lovely my god, please wait a moment, we will soon find the place where you sleep."

A hoarse voice said.

"Even if countless souls are sacrificed, you will definitely be summoned to the world."

Another voice, a little immature, like a doll.

"My god, my god, you are the eternal one that spans the sky and surpasses all things, and you are the one who saved us."

Frantic to excited voice.

"Master Black Snake God, Lord Black Snake God"

"Master Black Snake God"

Strange shadows flickered, shadows were vague, and countless figures walked through the incense, scrambling to climb to the front.

If there is a little light, you can find that there are more than a hundred people in this fairly spacious space here.
There are thousands of people, even the black shadow hanging upside down on the roof.

With such a movement, the black pool on one side was emptied, and all the darkness gathered in front.

"Master Black Snake God, Lord Black Snake God"

"Exalted my God."

"We miss you"

The creeping shadows all stayed there, like the hungriest beggars, chanting those few words over and over again, but what they were asking for was not food, but the resurrection of the gods in their hearts.

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three years later.

Xia Yanxu is eleven years old.

However, he is tall and handsome, and his pupils are as bright as the scorching sun in the sky, which makes people dare not look directly at them. Maybe he was influenced by a certain person, but he has the air of a prodigal son.

Two strands of hair fell from the forehead, fluttering slightly in the mountain wind or the sword aura.

A smile from time to time can melt the snow that has accumulated for thousands of years into spring water, flowing eastward slowly.

If he encounters something sad, he will face it alone like a man, but the desolate back and the inadvertent shock of the tiger's body make the beholder sad and feel moved.

If it was a man, it would only appear in his mind that this man is actually a first-class good man in the world, and then he would have an urge to accept his head and bow down.

This impulse caused most people to kneel down directly, saying, "My lord, if you don't dislike me, I'm willing to die!"

But if it is a woman, it will evoke the weakest part of my heart, only hoping to appease him, so that his sad back can be a little happier.

As long as this is the case, no matter what I am willing to do.

Even if it was a strange woman with unique skills, even if she left at that time, since then, there is no one else in her mind, only thinking about the man's voice.

He doesn't need to speak, he doesn't need to do anything, just stand, and he can make the world return to his heart.

Standing in the distance, looking at the "young man" standing proudly facing the wind on the edge of the cliff, the silver-haired Sima Jia shook his head helplessly, and said in his heart, "This is really the one!"

The silver-haired man's eyes once again focused on his waist. There was no weapon that fit his identity hanging there. It wasn't a rare magic weapon blade, and it wasn't modeled after a certain page in the strange book "Creation of Heaven".

It was just an ordinary arc moon long knife, simple and simple.

If there is no such person.

Such a knife, hanging on the waist of such a handsome "boy", must be a kind of profanity, an insult.

But since there is that person in the world, such a knife, no matter how common and cheap it is, has become unusual.

Because the knife has already engraved the trace of that person.

unprecedented.

There is no one like him in the world.

"Headmaster. It's been five years." Sima Jia raised his head slightly, looking at the faint clouds in the sky.

The cloud has no heart, the bird is tired and flies.

It was evening again.

As the sun goes down, there are always heartbroken people in the world.

In the forbidden area behind Wudang Mountain, on the highest mountain peak, Fairy Hongsha sits alone, watching the waves come and go, and the world changes.

At this moment, she was looking at the sunset.

Perhaps because of the fusion with the body and the improvement of kung fu, the years did not leave any traces on her body, but instead made her face more beautiful.

Even standing in front of him, he felt nothing but emptiness, as if separated by a dreamlike veil.

Suddenly, there was an inaudible noise from the clouds in the distance.

Inside the white cloud is a puppet bird with strange rainbow patterns. Its body is actually made of wood, and its color changes constantly with the surrounding environment, so that it will never be exposed.

Such flying birds gathered to Wudang from all over the place, the purpose is unknown.

But everything seemed to be safe and peaceful, but suddenly a giant white-cold python sprang out from Yunxia like lightning, and bit the bird puppet in one bite.

After a few strange screams.

The flying bird turned into thin black air, while the wood pieces turned into fine shavings, falling like rain.

Ren Qingying seemed to be just looking at the setting sun, she never raised her hand, but her mind turned all thoughts, every thought was cold.

Tens of thousands of cold lights shot out from her flaming body, devouring each of them precisely, and destroying those puppet birds.

Bang bang bang.
Above the clouds, all the birds were destroyed.

It seems that there is a red yarn fairy, and Wudang Mountain is forbidden.

ten miles away.

At the entrance of the forbidden area, on the deserted and cracked tombstone, "Xia Ji's wife, the tomb of Ren's Qingying" is still engraved.

The burly boy Beat stood at the entrance of the forbidden area for a long time, wanting to see the fiery figure on the height.

At some point, a woman wearing Taoist robes and half a mask appeared beside him, with the famous sword "Spring Water" around her waist, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, covered with dense water patterns.

"If you want to enter, Young Master, Yin Ning will be the striker. Although she is powerful, Ying Ning may not be invincible."

The pupils of the Taoist robed woman were cloudy, and her only thought was to guess what the young man in front of her was thinking.

Xia Yan didn't speak, just stood in front of the invisible line.

The woman in Taoist robe looked cold and wanted to cross the line of the forbidden area.

But she was pulled back.

Looking back, it was the young man who, like the son of the sun, gathered the most exquisite young man in the whole world.

Xia Yan slowly shook his head.

Then turn around and leave along the steps when you came.

A person like uncle was born out of nowhere in just a few years, standing on the highest peak in the world, overlooking the world.

Someone like him would be trapped.

I admire you very much.

Also very afraid of you.

And this is the woman you like?
Or should I call my aunt?
Xia Yan slowly shook his head. Although he is young, he has a good mind, and he was taught by someone like Sima Jia since he was a child, so he is better than blue.

Therefore, he naturally did not believe that the woman standing on the top of the mountain was Ren Xiaobai.

　Thank you Seven Hentai, my shameless reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)