Candle Dragon to the left

Far away from the wilderness of the world, there is only dust and sand.

Occasionally, the wind will blow the dust and sand into the shape of ocean waves, and the sand will flow outward in layers along the direction of the wind, as if hoping that the wind will take them for a while and bring them to a place where rain can be seen.

But there is no rain here.

Not to mention here, the world has not rained for several years.

The blazing sun scorched the earth, but soon, thick black clouds could be seen rolling over from all directions, covering the sun, and turning day into night in a few breaths.After the sky and the earth were completely darkened, one could observe the flickering thunder lights in the black clouds. The Thunder Snake roared in the clouds, and several of the thunder lights fell to the ground. The dust and sand collapsed, and the ground sank, forming a bottomless black abyss .

Mo Lan sat cross-legged in the air.

The imperial realm is released without reservation.

Around him, within a radius of ten miles, pitch-black ink swayed, as if someone was holding a pen in the void, drawing a picture scroll, with insects, fish, birds, animals, mountains and rivers.With a radius of ten miles, the entire imperial realm was compressed to the extreme, forming an absolute pure land that belonged to him.

The elves of ink and wash danced beside Mo Lan. These creatures who were given their souls by him were alive, but in the depths of his pupils, there was an unavoidable flash of death.

His lifespan is nearing the end.

After staying in the imperial realm for nearly a thousand years, he couldn't find the slightest opportunity. Looking around, there was no way to go, and there was darkness ahead.Since practicing Taoism, Mo Lan understands that if he walks towards the darkness, he will surely fall into the bottomless abyss.But he has no choice, since the Taimiao is willing to give him this opportunity, to give him this opportunity to see the way ahead, he has to take a gamble.

I don't doubt the motive of the Taimiao, let's not say that the reputation of the Taimiao has always been that it will do what it says, and it will be done in the world. In the past, praying for rain to protect the people was all done by the Taimiao witch.Furthermore, as far as those great witches and the Supervisor of Tiansi are concerned, he has nothing to plan.

Thinking of this, Mo Lan looked at the ground.

On the endless dust and sand, Youdao's figure is particularly conspicuous.

In a long black gown, the long tail protruding from behind raised the jug, and a long red sword was inserted beside him, and the remaining warmth from the sword was warming the wine for him.

The current supervisor of the Taimiao is the spirit of Tiansi, and also the Dragon God of Dongting Lake.This is known to Mo Lan, the only ancestor in the past thousand years.Even if there are rumors that this Dragon God failed to cross the catastrophe, his Shinichi Ancestor body was not complete, and he even willingly turned into a Taimiao ghost in the end in order to preserve his consciousness and supernatural powers.

But he is the ancestor after all, and among the ghosts and gods of the Taimiao, he is honored by the name of "Tietian".

Mo Lan noticed that those roaring, earth-shattering thunderbolts had never landed around the other party.He sat peacefully in the sea of ​​thunder, drinking without stopping.

"Heh." Mo Lan withdrew her gaze and turned to Jieyun.

This is his doom.

Regardless of success or failure.

He has to face this thing eventually.

"Boom—!" The first tribulation thundered.

A blazing thunder snake pierced the sky and pierced the earth!

The man growled, and drew out a black and white paintbrush, which was his natal weapon.The thunder light fell, and at the moment of contact, a crack appeared on the body of the pen, Mo Lan immediately turned pale, and spit out a mouthful of blood.Mo Lan chanted the law, and the imperial realm roared, and the ink and wash creatures raised in it rushed towards the thunder light with open teeth and claws. For a moment, the sky was full of ink in the water.

But the black color lasted, but only for a breath.

The thunder light annihilated the ink and ink creatures, and even the wailing and roaring could not be heard.This thunder snake continued to extend, as if it was going to tear Mo Lan's imperial realm!

This is the catastrophe of the ancestors, the extreme state of the emperor's way, and this proud cultivation base cannot shake it at all.A mayfly shakes a tree, and a mantis' arm acts as a cart.

"Boom—!" said the second.

At this moment, Mo Lan's soul seemed to be split by lightning. Everywhere he could perceive was thunder falling, a vast ocean, and every ripple in the ocean was a sea of ​​thunder!
"Your Excellency!" he growled.

Mo Lan can't continue anymore, she wants to call Chilong!
This is his agreement with Taimiao.

The red dragon will help him block the next three thunder tribulations, and life and death will not matter after that.This is something against the heavens, even for ghosts and gods, Huanghuang Tianwei is the last thing that should be touched.In fact, Mo Lan instinctively sensed the strangeness, but he couldn't refuse such a temptation.Just as he thought at the beginning, there is no treasure in this body that is worth the high price paid by the Taimiao.

There was a rustling sound.

It was extremely abrupt in the roaring thunder, as if someone was turning an umbrella under the sea of ​​thunder.

Mo Lan was unable to sense the outside world, so he couldn't see that Li Xi'an had already got up, put the flagon on the tip of his tail gently and put it away, and raised the red long sword.

"Continue to cross the calamity, beyond the calamity cloud, don't look, don't listen...and don't ask." The young voice suddenly sounded in Mo Lan's ear, and then, the thunder light shattered.

The scene in front of him overturned Mo Lan's cognition.

The red dragon didn't even use that huge body, and just raised the sword in human form to disperse the thunder.Between the sky and the earth, the tiny human figure was almost invisible under the imprint of the blazing lightning, but he cut through the lightning so easily.The rippling crimson light overwhelmed the blazing white thunder sea, and the oppressive black clouds seemed to have dissipated, only the fire cloud was vast and misty, hiding in the depths of the sky like a dragon, and he swallowed this fire-like cloud.

In the fire cloud, Mo Lan saw his back.

A figure as tall and straight as a sword.

"This is one." Li Xi'an said.

The scorching red light illuminated half of his side face, the horns of dragon branches stretched between the foreheads, and the pair of dark golden pupils were underneath.Being watched by this pair of eyes, Mo Lan didn't even care about the injuries on his body, and hurriedly bowed to salute, but when he heard the thunder again and got up, the figure in front of him had already disappeared, and he turned his head to look at the dust, the familiar place There is no sign of the warm wine.

The sense of split deep in the soul has subsided a lot.

Mo Lan remembered the rustling sound of the umbrella he heard when the tribulation thunder fell, but at this moment, the sound was gone.

He looked up, the sky was dim, and the thunder flashed, but at a certain moment, the light of thunder and lightning would reflect the huge and winding shadow deep in the robbery cloud.

Tribulation and thunder come again.

The thunder sea flooded his sight, and Mo Lan could no longer think about what the huge shadow in the robbery cloud was.

…………

He heard the roar.

It's like howling again.

The dark clouds turned blood red.

It seemed that a giant was injured, and the black cloud was his robe. At this moment, along the wound, blood gushed out continuously, dyeing the black cloud red.

The realm of the Emperor's Dao was destroyed by the thunderbolt, and the natal weapon was also wiped out by the thunderstorm.

He no longer had any supernatural powers to resist the next thunderstorm, and the sense of splitting in the depths of his soul became stronger every time, which made him unable to distinguish whether the roaring and crying came from the outside world or his soul.

he does not know.

He also didn't want to know.

The sky seemed to be soaked with blood, and the scarlet rain and thunder came to the world together.

Mo Lan called unconsciously.

"Your Excellency..." Even the voice was inaudible.

There was a sudden sound between heaven and earth, and the tribulation thunder that should have arrived as scheduled was blocked.

He managed to open one eye, and what he saw was neither scarlet rain nor red clouds, but a bright blue palm.

The texture of this palm is like ice crystals, but it has the properties of iron and jade. Its size covers the sky and the sun, and the world-killing thunder is jumping wildly in the palm, but it can't jump an inch out of the palm.From Mo Lan's perspective, that hand held Jielei, like holding a round of the sun.The light cast shadows, outlining wrists, arms, stretching up above the clouds, where he could no longer see.

"The second way." Someone said.

Roaring and howling sounds poured into Mo Lan's ears, and only then did he realize that those sounds were not illusions caused by the pain of his soul.

The cloud is not dyed red for no reason.

That was really blood.

The red dragon is killing something.

It could have been earlier, but I have a stomachache (_)