Candle Dragon to the left

Chapter 128. Chapter 127.
With the help of the high fighting spirit of the emperors, these things finally appeared.

The emperors are not afraid to fight, but the filth has to fight.

At first, the emperors had the same thinking as them, killing the red dragons that came from this world, preserving this world, and waiting for the Master to return.

But now the emperors are different.

They learned that the Venerable Master passed away, and the hole flute descended, with the purpose of destroying this world.The emperors accept it frankly, but the filth is not, they need nourishing land and nourishing creatures.

So it finally showed up.

Unfortunately, useless.

The moment the pale human figure touched the golden flute, it was dragged out. The sword energy tore through the cobweb-like white coat, and then an ancient sword flew to penetrate it.

Taixing Baxing fell.

Falling with rising filth.

The red dragon hovered high in the sky, and the bright golden flames burned, steaming out white mist.The red copper bone face is staring at the palace on the ground, there are still things there that are not dead.

To be precise, those things are all awakened.

The monsters danced wildly under the heavy rain.

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On the seventh day, Taihang.

Chu Xing'er was still looking at the sky.

There are more and more visitors to Taihang Mountain today, and those guests are also more and more powerful.

Treacherous phantoms flickered, thousands of pale shadows danced with dragons, and the mottled colors of sunlight, dawn and twilight reflected the clouds in the high sky.

The land is harmonious.

Because no matter whether the creatures are powerful or not, they are all staring at the projection in the sky.

"Where did this guy hit?" Someone exclaimed.

The exclamation came from under the tree.

Chu Xing'er was taken aback, how could there be someone under her tree?Bowing his head, he happened to meet a pair of strange pupils looking over. There were three eyeballs spinning in those pupils.

The dark and tall man smiled brightly when he saw the girl's gaze.

But Chu Xing'er on the ginkgo tree didn't buy it. She frowned, and thousands of branches glowed with golden light, stretching out her arms.The whirling ginkgo leaves caught the sunlight and drew a golden arc behind the girl.

"Benefactor, where is he from?" She asked indifferently, neither joy nor sadness in her eyes.

Qing Yan had never seen her like this before.

The man seemed to think for a while and replied.

"Pindao came from Shiwan Dashan, and he wanted to go to Chijiao in Taihang to ask for some wine."

"Red Jiao?" Chu Xing'er focused.

"Nanzhu, this little Buddha should know him, right?" The man threw away the golden carapace in his hand, "Without this thing, it would not be so easy for me to find this place."

The golden flakes were left under Chu Xing'er's tree when Li Xi'an left, and he had confessed that he could call one of his friends by infusing these carapaces with spiritual energy.At that time, if there is anything in Taihang, just leave it to this friend, he is capable of handling everything.

"Grave," the man said. "What's the name of the little Buddha?"

This person obviously still has the breath of Buddhism, but he calls himself a poor man, as if he doesn't want to be taken advantage of by Buddha's hand.A practicing bergamot can certainly be called a Buddha.

Mole, the king of a hundred thousand mountains.

Ginkgo leaves are no longer gathered together to receive sunlight, and the golden light dissipates naturally.

Chu Xing'er's expression suddenly shattered, she jumped down and hugged Xiao's thigh, crying.

"The little girl's name is Chu Xing'er. This red jellyfish slipped away, leaving me here alone as a little tree. I live in fear! My lord, don't you know how many vicious people have come running into the Taihang Mountains these days? , I can't pass this day!"

Hugging the man's thigh, no, with Chu Xing'er's height lying on the ground, she couldn't hug the man's thigh at all, so she could only circle her calf.

Chu Xing'er snotted and burst into tears and told her that it was not easy, but before she could say a few words, she saw the angle of view slowly improve, and it was Mole who lifted her up and put her back on the tree.

"Come on, come on, don't put on a show." The cole looked disgusted.

"What are you pretending for?" Chu Xing'er wiped away tears, "The appearance just now was just pretending, if you don't pretend to be strong, you can only root and run away."

Mole picked up the few golden carapaces left on the ground and wiped off the thick snow.

"Then you have to keep pretending, I'm not the only one here."

Chu Xing'er's choking sound stopped abruptly, and following her solemn gaze, the trajectory of the wind and snow was quietly changed, the ice crystal-like wings covered the mountains, casting shadows that covered the sky and the sun.

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Qingsuo Mountain, the blood-stained palace on the top of the mountain.

The red flood dragon perched on the top of the mountain, with its ferocious long tail hanging down.Sixteen ancient swords were randomly inserted in the empty ground beside them, and the raindrops washed away the extremely thick blood on the sword.

As far as the eye can see, it is all blood-colored.

Even the heavy rain couldn't hide the blood red.

This world is crazy, but fortunately, he was able to suppress this madness, and was not dragged down because of this madness.

There are also countless pale figures climbing up the stone ladder, stepping on the piled corpses, some of them are not even monks, but ordinary people living in this world.Therefore, holding a hammer, ax and sickle, you can't ride the wind, you can only climb a little bit.

It melted into the rain before it reached the mountain where the red jiao was entrenched.

become part of the corpse.

The red-copper bone face silently watched the figures climbing the stairs, including old people and children, pregnant women and men who lost their legs.Still climbing, Li Xi'an has no doubt that if these people have the opportunity to stand in front of him, even if there is only one tooth in his body that can move, the other party will bite this tooth on his scales.

"boom--!"

The golden light was in full bloom, sweeping across all moving figures and corpses on the steps of Qingsuo Mountain.In an instant, the rain curtain also disappeared, and the entire Qingsuo Mountain was peaceful and silent.

Li Xi'an looked up.

An incomparable existence rose from the depths of Qingsuo Mountain, swelled against the wind, surpassed the mountain, and finally crossed the clouds, causing the flowing clouds to flow over its chest.Rolling mountains are no different to flat lands for this kind of thing.

The real bone seems to have fully recovered.

It is a golden god statue, a dragon girl with blue scales wrapped around her body.

The dragon girl was also awake, and smiled at the red dragon entrenched on the mountain.She was cruising, with thick water vapor brewing, holding the jade beads in both hands.

Jin Xiao once told him this story, Hengxiao Jin Ni roamed famous mountains and great rivers when he was not a real one, and went to the coast of the East China Sea. He heard that there was a dragon girl in the East Sea who was good at rhythm, singing and dancing, and wanted to see her very much.Therefore, he went to the beach every day to play the flute.This day, the third day of March, is the day when the Dragon Girl of the East China Sea goes out for a spring outing.At night, Longnu was stunned when she heard a melodious and melodious flute sound coming from the sea.

The sound of the flute disturbed Longnu's heart, and it seemed that the melodious song had taken her soul away, so she walked towards the sea involuntarily, and turned into a silver eel to meet the flute master.

After a song is played, the great lake recedes ten miles away.

Of course, it's just a story, a folk story that spread in Kyushu after Heng Xiao Jin Ni became Shinichi.Jin Xiao never said anything about what happened between the former Unshakable and the Dragon Girl.

The heavy footsteps shook the ground veins, making a muffled thunder.

The eight bone statues stood between the heaven and the earth, their closed eyes and solemn faces unfolded, shining like stars.

"Let's go, it's over." A divine thought came from the golden flute in midair.

Indeed, it's over.

The true bones of the unshakable broke free from the black arms that the earth stretched out to them, and the light melted everything.The image of the true bone that has never crossed the boundary is complete, the power of the wish is blooming, and the sound of the unspeakable sacred prayer resounds through the world.

Dots of radiance fill the earth, ocean, and sky.

Every grain of light is the devotion of the praying ones.

The pale human form melted for a short time, and they returned to normal people. They saw the statue standing, kneeling, and lightly tapping the land with its head.There were tears, there were fears, but they accepted death and were buried with this land.

The red shadow pierced through the clouds, and Li Xi'an's figure was as insignificant as a red thread to these indomitable gods.

A giant palm tore apart the sky and attracted the dragon.

The golden candle cast a last glance at this world, it was clearly an extinct world, but it was too beautiful.

The sound of the flute stopped.

Broken, shattered.

At the same time, the eight statues clasped their hands together. They did not look straight up, but lowered their heads. Everything in this world was reflected in their eyes.

First is the bright light.

Then there is sabi.

Finally, a firework blooming in the dark.

(End of this chapter)