Candle Dragon to the left

Chapter 115 114. Practice (4K)
The ancient trees thousands of meters high cover the sun, and the luxuriant branches and leaves just cover the bedding for the behemoths entrenched in the canopy.

The ancient trees stand majestically in the center of the lake, and the branches that extend far away are shedding leaves, and occasionally they can ripple on the sea-like lake.

Chunriheguang was cut into pieces, and a few spots of light barely illuminated the rows of red iron scales hidden under the branches and leaves.The gigantic creature was sleeping in the ancient wood, the sound of breathing was accompanied by the howling wind, and the passing mountain wind gathered together to blow its pale hair, and set off a wave of white wheat waves on the body of the pale giant tiger.

You can vaguely hear the complaints of the little ginkgo next to the ancient tree.

Everything seems to go back to the past.

Li Xi'an said that if there is nothing lacking in this place, there will be a lot of things.

It took a few weeks to replant the old camphor trees, and the rakshasa died completely.It threw all the evil thoughts to the red jiao with the strategy of letting the red jiao degenerate and occupy its body, and the pure Rakshasa who lost the evil will easily perish.It calculated a lot, but it couldn't figure out why the red dragon didn't fall when it came into contact with the filth.

As for Hengxiao and Jin Ni coming in person afterwards, Luo Sha didn't see it at all.

At that time, the impact brought by Li Xi'an's imperial realm and the battle of the god statue had already wiped it out, and the Rakshasa who had escaped from the old camphor tree was useless in the eyes of the ancestors, and he didn't bother to save it at all, allowing him to be destroyed by the spiritual storm. torn.

About half a day after Li Xi'an erected the monument for Heng Xiao Jin Ni, it happened to be dusk.

Qingyan took the bergamot back to Taihang.

At that time Chu Xing'er saw him as if she had seen a ghost, Xingren's eyes were wide open, and she looked incredible.I muttered something saying "be good", I thought the hexagram was wrong, but I didn't expect the hexagram to be right, then I slammed and shouted where the evildoer is pretending to be the red dragon!Before he could finish his sentence, Li Xi'an stuck him upside down into the hole he dug.True Buddha, it's been a while since I became a god stick.

Qing Yan was licking his paws beside him, either going into the water to catch fish for tooth sacrifice, or picking up the white fox there.Now the white fox is almost not as big as Qing Yan's fingernail, and she is still working hard to pluck people's fur.

As for Li Xi'an himself?
He was tired, so he rested on the canopy of the tree just like before, sleeping most of the time.The old camphor tree has grown to such an extent that it can finally bear Li Xi'an's body. The red flood dragon is hidden in the flourishing branches and leaves, the color of the scales contrasts with the brilliance of the leaves, like a large piece of red agate dotted with several pieces of fine jadeite.

"Chijiao, even now I still don't quite understand why you didn't choose to inherit my lord's source power. This is a step up to the sky. Nine images are really one, and even if there is none of the source power, it is enough for you to set foot on the Ning Huang in the extreme palace. Dao, can be called superior."

There was a sound in the quiet canopy, it was a light golden bamboo shrub.It buzzed and vibrated at this moment, conveying divine thoughts.

"I have ascended to the sky, and I know that ascending to the sky has to be done step by step, and the steps should not be too large." Li Xi'an reluctantly raised his eyelids.

Heng Xiao Jin Ni's natal weapon, this Jin Xiao.

Because of Heng Xiao Jin Ni's death, most of the supernatural seal script was shattered, and it could only be used for playing except for keeping the instrument spirit.It's unfortunate that Li Xi'an doesn't know anything about melodies, so it might be a bit of a ceremony, playing a piece of music to see him off or something.

He planned to bury this Jin Xiao together after erecting a stele that day, after all, the body of that ancestor disappeared between heaven and earth, and Li Xi'an took the source power bestowed on Jin Xiao to the mountains.Of course, this natal artifact of the Real One Realm is amazing, but he didn't even reach out to observe the material of this artifact, and he didn't erase the remaining seal characters on Jinxiao, he just planned to bury it simply like this.

Who knew that when Li Xi'an was about to bury Jin Xiao in the ground, the spirit of Jin Xiao's weapon would wake up.

It's not yet time to hide.

This Jiaolong who fulfilled Hengxiao Jinni's lifelong wish was its candidate.

Jin Xiao revived, carrying its ambition.This is a deal, and Chi Jiao agreed to the deal.From then on, this team of Jin Xiao often accompanied Jiaolong.It does not have supernatural powers, but it records Hengxiao Jinni's method as a tool spirit.

It imparts Chijiao the ancient knowledge of Kyushu, what Hengxiao Jinni saw and heard when he traveled Kyushu, and the ancestor's method.

What Li Xi'an needs to do is to destroy Heng Xiao Jin Ni's orthodoxy.

The darkness had already penetrated into the extreme depths during their long slumber, and so did all the creatures in the small world.They are terminally ill, Heng Xiao Jin Ni has struggled for thousands of years, trying to destroy the entire small world, there is no shadow in the empty wilderness where no existence stands.As for whether the creatures in the small world agree or not, it is not up to them, but to the filthy ones.

Destroying the small world is not difficult for an ancestor at Hengxiao Jinni's level.

Too bad he didn't have the chance.

Jin Xiao exchanged the incomparably precious Dharma for Chijiao to destroy the small world.Their depravity should not threaten the Kyushu in this world, and some small worlds have even awakened in the long years, tearing down the barriers of other naturally existing small worlds to invade, turning the whole world into hell.The ancestors are too powerful, and the point of the sword is only destruction.

The only surprise at the moment is the revived Kyushu.

The demon emperor envoy Heng Xiao Jin Ni buried his bones in an extremely palace state.

Perhaps the fallen ancestors of Kyushu are destined to be buried by the rising creatures of Kyushu in the present world.But what Jin Xiao needs to do is to destroy the orthodoxy he belongs to. When all rescues are useless and all he can see is darkness, destruction is the best ending.

Ancestors, those chosen by the Supreme Being have already died in deep sleep.

Those who walk and manifest themselves now are nothing but darkness clothed in shells.

So Li Xi'an agreed.

For those fallen creatures, he lamented and regretted, and listened to the invincible glory of the past, but of course, these did not prevent him from burning out the filth.

Is burning a world the finale of farewell to Heng Xiao Jin Ni?
It is very suitable for Chijiao who have no rhythm.

The huge red monster was winding, its thick knife-like scales shook the ancient trees, the leaves fell rustlingly, and two suns lit up on the crown of the tree.Li Xi'an raised his head and breathed.There was a silent roar, the breath of the mountains stretched, and the rain fell.

Grain Rain brings vitality.

The withered and fallen leaves are swept away, and the new green shoots rise.

Li Xi'an left the old camphor tree, and the red dragon-shaped arrow pointed at the clouds, which was what he did every day during this time.Bringing clouds and rain from all directions, nourishing the vegetation and beasts in a corner.The only one who can express dissatisfaction with him is Qingyan, she doesn't like rain.

This surprised Li Xi'an, after all, Qing Yan was very diligent in catching fish in the water, and didn't see that he said he didn't like rain at that time.

Then Jiaolong still spread the rain on his own, after all, rain is also water.Qing Yan folded his tiger face and strolled under the old camphor tree to shelter from the rain, and blue electric chips shot out from the tip of his nose.

The shape of a dragon winds and follows the clouds to a great distance.

Every time he practiced, he would go to one of the eight stars of Taihang Mountain, echoing the mountains and terrain, and practice claws there.This is not supernatural power, it is an extra part that really comes from his body.

Taixing Eight Xings.

This claw is called Taixing Eight Stars, and Li Xi'an really felt that there should be eight claws in his body.

Taihang Mountain now stretches for tens of thousands of miles, with hundreds of mountains interconnected, thousands of peaks towering, and thousands of ravines deep.Countless rivers cut through the Taihang Mountains, creating eight throat passages leading to the Taihang Mountains.

Before the rise of Taihang, the Eight Xings were here, and they have continued from ancient times to the present, watching the dynasties change outside the mountain. "Shu Zheng Ji" records: Taihang Mountain begins in Hanoi, and from Hanoi to Youzhou in the north, there are eight Xings: the first is Zheguan Xing, which is now Jiyuan County, Henan Province, eleven miles west of the county; Taihang Xing, the third Bai Xing, these two Xing are now in Hanoi; the fourth Fukou Xing, facing Yexi; the fifth Jing Xing; the sixth Feihu Xing, one Wangduguan; the seventh Puyin Xing, these three Xing are in Zhongshan ; The Eighth Army is in Xing, in Youzhou.Taihang Xing is three steps wide and forty miles long.

The scarlet flood dragon perched on a steep cliff, its ferocious long tail hanging down like a red waterfall hanging from the cliff.

His breathing is gradually easing, and he is becoming one with this place.

Taixing Baxing, his claws.At the same time, he is improving the method of Yushou, using it as a blueprint to create a method.Now it is not necessarily stronger than Yuchai Shunde's method, but it must be more suitable for him. In the future, the power of the method and seal displayed by Taixing Baxing should not be weaker than that of the good luck jade hand borrowed from other people's method.

What belongs to others is ultimately what belongs to others.

The red copper bone surface hangs down on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the clouds halfway up the cliff.Suddenly, he heard the chirping of birds.

A blue-feathered bird flapped its wings and landed on the corner of the mahogany branch of Jiaolong.Dislike and pride can be seen in the bird's eyes.Probably because he disliked Li Xi'an, who hadn't seen him for two years, and because he was proud that he never left this strange mahogany that moved around inexplicably and was still big and small.

Chijiao could understand the meaning of this bird, smiled, and then continued to refine this Xing.

"The mountain god is really interesting." Jin Xiao who was on the side sent out a divine thought.

"All the spirits in the mountains respect you and love you. I haven't seen my master like this for a long time. The more they pursue the Dao, the farther they are from the world. Ever since he stepped into the realm of true oneness, he showed Emotions are getting less and less. They are always stable, like an ancient stone statue. But I know that the ancestors have their thoughts, they have never been stone statues, they are people, they are one of all things, and they should have their own joy. "

"He plays tunes when he's lonely."

"The name Hengxiao Jinni is his pride, but also his shackles."

"Why?" Chi Jiao asked, "They are so powerful, it is easy to have their own joy, right? As for the shackles, what in the world in that era can stop their footsteps and become their shackles?"

"Because Kyushu is their shackles."

"Kyushu will fall, and they are the seeds of fire. This is something that every unshakable person knows well. They have unparalleled strength in the same realm, but they don't even have the right to fight for this world."

"As the fire of Kyushu, they have been dormant until now, if they are found by the shadows, if they have a chance to wake up..." Jin Xiao pondered.

"You will see the collapse of a world, it must be a very splendid scene."

Chijiao remembered something.

When a world collapsed, his first reaction was the bursting of fireworks, an instant of brilliance, the scene at this moment was incomparable.

"Do you know the name of an ancestor? It is also an unshakable one."

"Yuchai Shunde has already been said." When Jin Xiao mentioned Yuchai Shunde, his tone was quite low.Yuchai Shunde, strictly speaking, is the senior of Hengxiao Jinni.When Hengxiao Jin Ni was still a kid, this unparalleled woman had already stepped into the realm of true oneness.Hengxiao Jinni's other seven companions more or less received the favor of this ancestor.

This is an extremely powerful ancestor, powerful enough to shake the saint.

In the past, there was a line in the ballads of Kyushu, "White jade hands are like ice and iron, and if they are sealed, they will live and die." If the ancestors of this level are also depraved, Jin Xiao thought, no one can escape the shadow.

"It's not her, it's the bamboo basket gathering souls."

"Bamboo basket gathering souls?" Jin Xiao was stunned.

Gathering souls in bamboo baskets, one of Hengxiao Jinni's companions.Although he knew that the ancestor without Shen Mian would be let go by the shadows, Jin Xiao couldn't help but sigh when he heard the familiar name.

"This world has only recovered for two years, yet you have encountered three unshakable people one after another?"

Li Xi'an didn't respond, he sacrificed the Zaitian cauldron, and ran around alive, manifesting a bloody figure.

"This is his spirit, the part I took from his clone, I lost my memory."

"It's rare to let me out once again, is it another confession?" The bloody figure shrugged.

"It is indeed him." Jin Xiao said in a deep voice.

"But the breath is too weak, so weak that I can't believe it."

The bloody figure stared at the golden bamboo Xiao hanging in the air, showing a thoughtful expression for the first time.

"I know you."

For a moment, three eyes fell on the blood-colored figure, besides Li Xi'an and Jin Xiao, there was also a blue-feathered bird standing on the corner of the mahogany branch, tilting its head.

"I just know you. I must know you, even very familiar. But I don't know anything else. It's a miracle. Could it be that this flute is also something engraved in my instinct?" The bloody figure wondered.

"The bamboo basket soul gathering I encountered under the altar of the imperial capital when the world was not fully recovered."

"He is not in the small world, he was suppressed under an altar."

Silence, eternal silence.

"Zu Lin, the bloody smoke outside the sky, fell to the ground and suddenly dispersed, flying into the air and making the sound of rain." Li Xi'an read the words he read in the ancient books.

He used to think that this was the image created by the ancestor who tore down the barriers of the world and came to this world.

but maybe...

"He succeeded?" Jin Xiao asked tremblingly.

The arrival of this ancestor was accompanied by a splendid firework that destroyed the world.

"I do not know."

"If it succeeds, he shouldn't be like that. In short, before I step into the small world, I need to go to the imperial capital."

Before that, use this rare peace to pave the way for him to meet Shinichi.

The wind howled, the red dragon shape was winding, the iron scales buckled together, and the sound of gold and iron echoed deep in the valley, tactfully and endlessly.

Another claw dropped.

Li Xi'an felt the unfamiliar arms and claws, it was amazing to say that a part of his body didn't grow on his own body, but stretched out from the void.

He gathered the two voids that stretched out the dragon claws on both sides of the front half of the huge body.

From a distance, it seems that this flood dragon has really grown two arms.

The light was in full bloom, and his right arm grabbed the hilt of the golden long sword.

Swimming wildly in the shape of a dragon, he slashed down with a sword, like an ancient totem mural, like a demon or a god, primitive and terrifying.

By the time the torn clouds closed, Chijiao had already gone away.

This is a road of practice.

And his practice is far from over.

(End of this chapter)