Chapter 12 12. Xihe
Heavy rain doused the blazing fire.
Black smoke filled the air, and the stench of burnt corpses filled the nostrils.
An ancient sword flew out of the ruins and was inserted into the satellite layout device. Then two handles, then three handles, until the device is reduced to scraps.
Li Xi'an looked coldly towards the direction the helicopter left, the golden candlelight in his eyes flickering out in the heavy rain. Traces of blood seeped out from the gaps between the scales, mixing with the blood on the ground. It was still injured after all. In addition to the scales being exploded, several ribs were also broken. The missile hit it straight. If the ancient swords had not been arranged in front of it in advance, the damage would have been even more serious.
The red behemoth breathed the air, absorbing the weak "spirit" contained in the air. These "spirits" can effectively help it recover from injuries. They are not many, but they are precious.
Li Xi'an noticed that there were eyes descending from the sky, and the signal source was connected here. The memory of being a human made him instantly realize that he was an artificial satellite in the universe. These base stations orbiting the planet are outstanding masterpieces of human civilization. They are both eyes and weapons. So it must destroy things here. Li Xian is not sure whether the heavy rain can completely hide the mountains and the rising creatures.
All along the mountains, rising creatures are fighting bloody battles.
Not every rising creature is as terrifying as Nanzhu, capable of fearing artillery fire and affecting the climate.
With the help of the spirit in the mountain rain, Li Xi'an could see a big bird burning, killing the crowd, and smashing the wings of the flying aircraft. Unfortunately, the burning flame was broken by the rain of bullets, and someone shot out a bird with ancient seal characters engraved on it. The sharp arrow hit his throat and then fell to the ground. There was a white deer wearing ice armor, stepping out of a glacier in the torrent of steel, and then his body was bound by nine copper rings. The firepower tilted, the ice armor cracked layer by layer, and his head was cut off.
Li Xi'an closed his eyes, and the golden candle flame went out.
Then it suddenly opened.
More dazzling and more brilliant than ever! The spirit all over its body runs along the blood, flowing into its limbs and bones like a wild dragon. The injured scales are healing rapidly, and the broken bones are being forcibly spliced.
The ancient sword roared, strange red lines appeared, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.
"Is it just like that? If you want to conquer Taihang just like that, it's not enough."
The big snake groaned, and the huge snake body disappeared in an instant.
Something appeared on the battlefield.
The being was colored like blood, shaped like a dragon, and wielded the scythe of death.
The blood-colored ancient sword flew into the air and fought with the nine copper rings. The copper rings collapsed as he breathed. Then, an ancient sword pierced the crowd, accurately picking off a person's head.
The gunfire roared, and the big snake walked to the ground, bringing up strong winds. Dozens of bloody flying swords followed behind it, as if it had sprouted feathers.
Someone is holding a bow, and the thunder is gathering, aiming at the giant thing in the cannon fire.
After shooting an arrow, he thought the big snake would be nailed through, but in fact when he raised his eyes again, he met a pair of golden eyes. The ancient sword came in an instant, cutting the man holding the bow into pieces. The thunder bow fell to the ground, and Li Xi'an took one look and swept away. .
On the other side is a woman with exquisite makeup.
She waved and raised her hand to cause mysterious changes, flying sand, rocks, or flaming water, making it impossible for the ferocious tiger covered in blue lightning to use its brute force. Qing Yan roared, if it were to get close to that woman, it could crush her into a pulp with one slap.
The golden fire swayed, and Li Xi'an noticed the small flags secretly arranged around him.
"The fierce flames are good. Did you kill my good-for-nothing brother? My companions saw a giant tiger covered in blue light falling from the sky. He slapped his legs off with a palm, then wrapped him up and fled into the forest."
"Although there is no emotion at all, he is my blood relative, so you can die and be buried with him." The woman said lightly, the words coming out of her red lips were emotionless.
After saying that, the woman said goodbye.
This is the way to activate the spirit of ancient artifacts, and the ancient language is recited. Huge spirits descended from the area covered by the formation flags, gathering into raging flames. The fire stretched as far as the eye could see, burning the green flames.
The fierce tiger roared, its fiery red body was transforming, gradually turning pale, and the blue light condensed, and it was ready to fight.
Suddenly, the woman's beautiful brows frowned.
The formation flag is missing a corner. Still decreasing, the hexagonal formation flags were pulled down one by one in a few breaths. She had activated the ancient artifact, but this forced termination gave her a backlash. Blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, which she wiped expressionlessly.
The formation flag is guarded, and it is more difficult to forcefully remove the urging flag than to forcefully break the formation.
What's coming? The woman's heart tightened, thinking of the words of warning from the clan elders. There are extraordinary creatures deep in the mountains. Killing people of their level is like searching for something. Don't fight hard. Remember to run away when you encounter them. She was very clever and did not use any more spells. She even ignored the precious ancient artifacts of her clan.
The figure retreated to the center of the crowd.
The flame disappeared, and the burning feeling of high temperature suddenly turned into the coolness of heavy rain. Seeing the mountains in the rain reappearing in front of him, Qing Yan had never felt so good about being wet by the rain.
Six ancient formation flags were thrown in front of it, as well as a large bow.
The red behemoth raised its head, the blood sword roared and gathered around the snake's scales.
"I broke the formation flag." Li Xi'an said.
"But the woman was very alert and ran away hiding in the crowd. I'm not in a good condition right now and don't want to chase her."
Only then did Qing Yan notice the fine blood stains on the snake's huge body. Because it was a dark red color, the blood stains on its body were not conspicuous at all.
"How are you?"
"I can cut ten more points."
"Do you need to rest for a while? I will guard the mountain for you."
"No need." Li Xi'an was calm.
It looked back and found that the people in the distance were receding like a tide, and there was no other sound except the sound of rain in the nearby mountains.
"It seems I'm afraid of you." Qing Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
But he saw the giant creature beside him suddenly raised his head, and the golden fire in his eyes had never been so bright. The scales were clasped together layer by layer, and a single stroke of the tail sent it flying across the mountain wall.
Before Qing Yan could react, he saw a sun rising among the mountains. The extreme light and heat enveloped the earth, melting the mountain peaks and knocking down the forest.
The red figure was obscured by light and heat.
"No──!" Qing Yan shouted.
In the next moment, its eyes were burned blind, blood trickled out of its eye sockets, and the world fell into darkness.
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Taihang Mountain is causing huge losses every second. In addition to the huge worldly expenses, there are also the losses of treasured ancient artifacts and outstanding descendants. But the clan elders were calm and composed, and even the old man named Zhao Sheng played the soothing music of the last century's Magic City in the conference room.
In the classic singing voice of the singer, the elders seemed to have returned to their youth.
"'Xihe' has arrived." An old man sighed with emotion.
"The Sun Goddess has brought us a new time." Someone said again.
"Let's go, everyone." The old man named Zhao Sheng stood up and opened his arms. "After paying so much price, Taihang Mountain is now like a stripped-off beauty, waiting for us to enjoy it."
"You need to know that the next five hundred years belong to us, and the next five million years... still belong to us."
"For immortality." The old man raised his glass. Any drinking behavior at their age was tantamount to suicide, but all the old people present stood up and raised their glasses without any hesitation.
"For immortality." The lonely ghosts murmured.
The clear wine was drank down in one gulp, as if they were drinking the nourishment of new life, turning it into their time.
(End of chapter)