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Chapter 63 62. The True Spirit of Seal Carving
Li Xi'an lowered his eyes.

The golden lotus slowly rotated under the eyes.

Xuanyi agitated, and he was carving the true spirit of the mythical creature Dagu.

With his cross-legged position and Zai Tian Ding as the center, there are two big circles with different concentricity, and the fairy pond is lightly rippled, like the luster of flowing iron, covering the surface of the pool.

The woman's eyes reflected the figure's coexistence of man and dragon.

Sacred and solemn, as if it was a life older than them.

Qingniao stood not far away, staring blankly at the phantom of the woman manifested on the bronze cauldron.Tsing Yi with red lines, black hair and bright eyes.This is her close relative, her elder sister.

It was hard for her to understand what happened to that red flood dragon in Yaochi Yimeng.Chi Jiao released her from the bronze tripod, and before she could ask a question, he saw an illusory flame, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.Familiarity lies in the fact that this cluster of green fire is their original life fire, she is naturally familiar with it, and strangeness lies in the fact that she has never witnessed this cluster of flames outside her body, let alone such a weak life fire, like a dying candle, almost extinguished.

Immediately afterwards, the creature straightened the bronze cauldron, using its fingers as a sharp edge, and began to carve characters stroke by stroke.

It is necessary to engrave the true spirit.

The process was extremely difficult, and the little deer in Zai Tianding even jumped out to assist, but every stroke still seemed to be suppressing the weight of mountains and seas.The blue bird could clearly see the bulging veins on Li Xi'an's arm, and she knew that the physical body of this creature was extremely terrifying, enough to shake mountains, but it would be difficult for a mythical creature to carve an inch of it.

"Tick tock..."

With a crisp clicking sound, bright red blood dripped down.

Li Xi'an was stunned, and silently looked at his broken index finger, the knuckles were forcibly broken due to the force of the pressure, revealing the hideous and crystal-clear stubble.

Before the blue bird and the big 鵹 could make a sound, the next moment the black and blue script script fell down, and the wound healed in a breath, and the scar was invisible.

"Do you want to continue?" The woman Xu Ying asked softly.

"You don't have to do this for a creature you don't know. In fact, whether I die or not doesn't have much impact on you. If you care about my little sister's opinion, it's even more unnecessary. She won't do it for you. You are to blame for this."

"It's not a difficult task for me." Li Xi'an replied.

Close your eyes.

Ignore Da Wei's advice.

Praise the ancient scriptures.

It wasn't because of the blue bird that he saved this mythical creature, it was purely personal.

Da Jie is the last creature in the world who remembers the time when he traveled to Kyushu, and it is the support of his real existence during that time.That wasn't Huang Liang's dream, he actually saved her and wiped out the filth in Kunlun.Ma Yao knew a man named Li Xi'an, and they traveled together for dozens of years.

All this is not a false dream.

The golden pupils fell on the body of the bronze cauldron, using fingers as a front was still too reluctant for a true spirit of this level.

He'd have a lot easier with a sharper weapon...

Faint sword?I'm afraid it won't work, the Dark Sword is not known for its sharpness, not to mention that this sword symbolizes dusk, the end of life, and is in charge of killing.He needs pure sharpness, pure extreme sharpness.

Xi sword is enough.

Li Xian understood.

The little deer tugged at the hem of his clothes, and pointed to the side with his little hoof, where a white jade stele stood safely.

When Li Xi'an looked over, he felt an intimate connection.

The stele is rejoicing.

He pondered, and looked to the east again. The sky in the Kunlun Secret Realm was clear and pure, and it was always peaceful.

"Give me some time."

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The stars are dim and the sky is white.

Under the hazy sky, Tibetans were packing up their belongings, Kunlun was completely revived, and thousands of miles of mountains stood tall.The current Kunlun belongs to those rising creatures, it is no longer their homeland, and they will naturally leave.

The last news from the outside world is to evacuate the residents near the Kunlun Mountains.

Then there was no more sound from the radio, and there was a dead silence.

The man once witnessed the shooting star dragging the flames to the ground one night, and the children of the clan made wishes to the "shooting star", but he did not stop it.Even if he knew that the fire that night was not a meteor, but a satellite crashed to the ground, announcing the fall of the technological civilization of human beings in this world.

The old days are gone.

Men know.

But he didn't know whether the world was about to usher in a new age or an older one.

After all... the batch of creatures born in conformity with the new era are like the existences sung or cursed in ancient ballads.They are the reenactment of the myth, and the reenactment of the myth, which is by no means new.

The man's vision blurred for a moment.

The figure with the first branched horn stem and the long tail behind him appeared again in his eyes.

The golden pupils are so bright and dazzling in memory.

He faintly felt that the complete recovery of the world was inseparable from that young monster.The timing of his arrival was so ingenious that the day after he bid farewell to them, there was blood in the depths of Kunlun, and the figures of demon gods conquered each other, shaking the mountains with their mighty power.

Immediately afterwards, there was a strand of golden thread hanging from the illusory mountains in the sky.

It happened too fast, too suddenly.

The same is true of Kunlun Mountain's complete recovery.

Fortunately, the old people in the clan can see the direction of their clan. The old people said to go to the east, where there are new rivers and land.So people set off, mostly without sadness or loss on their faces.They are leaving the mountains of monsters and headed for a new homeland. The old people have never missed the road pointed by them, so they are full of expectations and joy.

The man drank the last glass of highland barley wine in front of him, and only the glass beside him was still in full bloom of the fine wine he brewed back then.

Maybe, as the big demon said, Dorje will never come back.

His hands trembled slightly, trying to pick up the wine glass beside him.

After drinking this glass of wine, he will bury his feelings for his brothers. From then on, he will have no worries, but as the leader of the clan, he will let them have a safe place in this new era.

But the moment he touched the wine glass, the man's hand retracted like an electric shock.

He heard the commotion outside the tent, it was very noisy, and many voices erupted at this moment, which made the man who was highly concentrated suddenly feel an electric shock when he touched something.

what happened?The critical period of relocating ethnic groups cannot be messed up.

The man lifted the curtain, and the loud laughter and the cold air outside the tent enveloped him all at once.

His vision seemed to blur.

The young men in hides laughed loudly, spears in hand.The crowd was bustling around him, and they looked at the young man with eyes full of light.

The man wiped his eyes quietly, then opened them to the maximum to make sure he saw correctly.

"Duo...Duoji?" His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing his dream at this moment.

But the young man noticed the man, and the inaudible call he could easily catch in the bustle of the crowd now.

His hair is in a mess, and his animal skin is rough and simple, but his eyes are as bright as the sun, which is a completely different color from the big monster in the man's memory. It does not have the oppressive feeling of the ancient and formidable, but is peaceful. , I feel a warm current flowing from the bottom of my heart at a glance.

"Long time no see, Ajia." He thrust his spear into the grass and opened his arms.

(End of this chapter)