Chapter 477 Above the Robbery Net
Yunrong opened her eyes slightly, and in the dark shadow under the hood, it seemed that there was light in her eyes, not very bright, it was a cautious and just right light.
"You're welcome." Her voice was very calm.
Yunrong, whose nose was still bleeding over there, muttered in a low voice: "Strange, it turns out that I can also embroider?"
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The sky in the distant mountains sank little by little.
It’s not the gloominess of black clouds over the city, but the fact that the sky is sinking little by little under some kind of terrifying destructive force.
When Bai Lian was flying with his sword, he could clearly feel the weight from the sky and the coldness of the dark mind deeply penetrating into his soul.
Suddenly, there was a cracking pain in his cheek.
A string of blood beads were wiped out in the wind.
His eyes moved slightly, and he reached out to grab a thin bronze leaf.
The Autumn Water Sword under his feet slowly lost its spiritual brilliance, and this world no longer allowed him to fly in the sky.
Bailian came down with his sword and saw a bronze sacred tree. The tree's divine brilliance seemed to be the same as the sky and the earth. It was as huge as a mountain, and the iron leaves of the branches were filled with clouds and mist all year round.
The huge tree is hidden in the clouds and mist, its outline looming, like a huge god entrenched here.
Perhaps because of the sapphire with the word "天" in his hand, Balian could clearly feel that there were indeed ancient gods from all directions living in this huge bronze tree.
He stood under the bronze tree. The roots exposed to the outside of the soil were already higher than his head. He was like a tiny ant that had broken into the kingdom of giants. He saw the bronze tree at a glance. The end.
The wind rises and the old bronze leaves.
The cold fragrance lingers on the clothes.
Bailian suddenly felt a familiar aura.
He walked dozens of meters deeper into the bronze tree.
Under the rustling heavy leaves, the night falls on white clothes, and the stars fall on snow sleeves.
The ink hair dances silently in the breeze. The woman's figure is like a cold white crane, standing under the tree, her palms pressed against the tree with ancient patterns, and the spirit hidden between her eyebrows twinkling slightly. Absolutely.
Her spiritual thoughts have completely entered this bronze sacred tree.
Bailian opened his eyes wide in shock, unable to understand why he saw her here.
"Su Jing... girl?"
"Oh?" An old voice echoed in the forest leaves.
Under the thick green bronze root vines, an old woman with a stooped figure and wearing linen clothes slowly emerged. Her skin was yellow and droopy, but her eyes were exceptionally bright and clear. It's not like the eyes that an old man can have.
The old woman looked at Bailian with a distant look and said, "You actually know my Jinger?"
My Jinger?
Balian was slightly startled, and saluted the old man and said: "We have met several times before, but I don't know who the senior is..."
The aura coming out of the old woman's body was as huge as the deep sea, But she didn't know anything about Balian Showing hostility, he looked at him carefully and said, "I am the first sect leader of Taixuan Sect. Jing'er should call me grandma."
After becoming the first sect leader of Tianxi Sword Sect, Is it Taixuanzong again?
Bailian couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. I really don't know how many practitioners on this Tianyao Continent have ancestors who fell into the bronze door and were trapped for life, with no way out.
But those future generations of disciples were asked to worship the tablets in vain.
The old woman asked: "Why are you here?"
Bailian pointed to the bronze tree and said: "I want to see the ancient god in this tree, but now it seems that Miss Su Jing We have already started negotiating with the gods in the tree." He couldn't understand why Su Jing, who was clearly in the first realm, would appear in the bronze door. Since she promised to help protect Jiujiu, San'er and the others, it was natural for her to do so. He won't break his promise.
"Meet the ancient god in the tree?" The old woman showed a weird smile, but she did not mock Balian's idea of overestimating his own abilities. She was wearing a linen sleeved robe. With a sudden spread, the bronze leaves swayed and trembled like wind chimes.
The scenery around Bailian was spinning rapidly, turning into countless blurry phantoms.
Suddenly, all the sounds between heaven and earth disappeared.
In my mind, it was like a drop of water falling into the silent lake.
The voice is very peaceful.
Heaven and earth are gone, and the distance is vast and vast.
Even the figure of the old woman disappeared without knowing when.
The faraway place seems to have no end in sight, with the outlines of huge mountains, seas, sun, moon, and stars imprinted like silhouettes beneath your feet.
This space seems to be divided into two worlds, light and darkness, by a divine sword with a dictating meaning.
In the light and darkness, there are huge ancient bronze seats standing in the sky. The seats are as huge and majestic as small mountains, and on those seats, there are people covered by light and darkness. Huge figure.
Bailian was surrounded by those ancient bronze seats, as small as an ant.
The peaceful sound of another drop of water falling echoed in my mind.
A layer of shallow ripples suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him. In the interplay of light and shadow, a spotless white clothes gradually became clearly visible.
The slender and graceful back was stained with cold smoke. Suddenly, when he looked back, the black eyes like an ink painting looked at him, and the thin night under his eyes seemed to be shimmering.
Bailian couldn't help but reach out and pinch his cheek. He didn't feel any pain, but he knew that his spiritual consciousness was forcibly brought into the world inside the bronze tree by the old man's special divine passage method. .
The gods surrounding the ancient bronze thrones did not react at all to Balian's sudden intrusion. They did not even bother to separate their divine thoughts to rest on him and simply ignored him.
Obviously, Bailian is not even qualified to catch their eyes.
"Little girl, I pity your body. If you are willing to feed the fire with your body, I will give you the surname of Xihe. For thousands of generations, the fire will be endless."
The person who said this is the right person. It is an ancient bronze seat close to the white clothes.
While speaking, the heavy light on the ancient throne dispersed a bit, and a slender and beautiful figure of a woman with golden divine fire burning all over her body was vaguely visible.
Su Jing slowly withdrew her eyes from Balian, and she said calmly: "I am not interested in becoming the new god of this world."
"Your wish can be said to be true. Listen." The leader of the Xihe Shen clan seemed to be particularly tolerant of Su Jing.
Su Jing raised his head and looked at the gods, his lips moved slightly, and his cold voice was swallowed silently by the world, but every word fell onto each bronze seat with incomparable clarity.
The flames around Xihe swayed dangerously, becoming violent and terrifying.
For a time, lightning flashed across the mountains, rivers and stars in the sky under Su Jing's feet.
It seemed as if she was about to be caught in a robbery net.
Su Jing's figure remained motionless, not wavering at all.
At this time, a chuckle sounded.
Bailian saw a dark cold mist swirling not far in front of Su Jing. It was one of the six rivers, the heart-wrenching laughter.
"I have long said that Su Jing, one of the Three Sons of Heaven, is not necessary for the gods to meet."
In the black mist around him, there were constant creaks and creaks. The ghostly voice of an infant made his whole person feel gloomy.
He continued: "Because you will never get what you want from her. It's better to say the other way around. Don't underestimate her as a human being. Since she can be recognized by heaven, relax a little. , she can destroy the wishes in your hearts.”
(End of this chapter)