Chapter 107 106. Long time no see
Zhao Xingzhou led a group of elites from the imperial capital, armed with ancient artifacts and the astonishing Taihang demons, into the Taihang Mountains.
At first, he yelled and killed the demons, monsters and ghosts. Later, as the rain enveloped the mountains, the demons and filth melted away in the rain, disappearing into the world without leaving a trace like winter snow meets summer.
The rain contains the Spirit of Him.
The ancient sacred solemnity is like an old friend who has not been seen for a long time.
The man smiled and felt the warmth of the raindrops hitting his nose. He had not felt so at ease for a long time.
When the magical rain fell, he knew that everything was over, and the victor was the red king.
It was unnecessary for him.
Maybe for that person, victory is a matter of course, and they don't need to worry about it at all.
The rain is falling freely, and all the spirits in Taihang are cheering for joy.
Suddenly, the rain stopped near Zhao Xingzhou and his party. The heavy clouds broke and the sun shone on them. The wet raindrops reflected the brilliance like glass. This is not the end, the clouds are extending after splitting, extending into the depths of the Taihang Mountains.
Golden light hung like curtains on the clouds that were split at both ends.
This is a road, a pilgrimage road.
It’s also an invitation.
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Qingyan raised her tiger head, and two ghosts with terrifying auras were swaying on her body, with fierce eyes like ghost fire.
These are the two emperors who came.
The third one was killed by the Emperor's Sword, and his soul was scattered. If he had not been killed by Qingyan, he would not have become a ghost. The rain of Nanzhu melted away the filth and demons, leaving behind the two emperors lying on the ground unable to move under the huge pressure. Qingyan personally held the sword.
Two extremely palace-level demons.
With this kind of power, without the Emperor's Sword before this battle, she would have been able to fight or even defeat the Emperor.
But at this moment, the pale ferocious tiger that had gained such powerful power raised its head, and its dark green tiger eyes did not even look at the two extremely palace-level ghosts.
She looked at the humanoid creature sitting casually on the big white jade hand.
The clouds split, and the high-hanging sun cast a layer of radiance on it. Occasionally, the mountain wind blew up, lifting the other person's forehead, revealing a pair of magnificent golden eyes.
"Long time no see." The guy chuckled.
The white jade palm slowly fell until the back of it hit the ground. The angle at which the Green Flame Tiger's head was raised probably changed from raised to lowered, which happened to be a right angle. The palm was indeed astonishingly big, but the thickness of the fingers was still not comparable to Qing Yan's huge body as the Demon King. What's more, Li Xi'an slipped from the hand of Good Fortune Jade and fell to the grass.
The two looked at each other for a long time.
After Li Xi'an said "Long time no see", there was only dead silence.
Qing Yan didn't know how to speak. There are many things I want to ask, such as why you are completely dead and why you haven't been seen for two years since you are not dead, and why she failed so badly that she could not hold the mountain and turned this place into a land of monsters. There were so many things she wanted to express and ask, but they were all stuck in her throat, and she could only make a muffled rolling roar.
Li Xi'an was also silent.
Besides the rain, there is the mountain breeze.
The green tiger eyes were slightly narrowed, and she had been looking forward to the pure and flawless Taihang Mountains for a long time.
She took a step forward, her pale hair flying and drifting in the wind, and white light escaping from her huge body. Like the dandelions planted in the field dancing in the wind, the sky is filled with white.
The next moment, Li Xi'an felt a huge impact.
Warm arms wrapped around his neck, silver-white hair that was completely different from his appeared beside his ears, his chin pressed on Li Xi'an's shoulder, and a crisp female voice sounded in the original dead silence.
"Long time no see."
Li Xi'an smiled and raised his hand to smooth his slightly frizzy silver hair.
"Thank you for your hard work, cat girl."
"I'm useless if I don't hold on to Taihang. There's no need to talk about hard work."
"Put me down, your voice is hoarse."
"You must have suffered a lot of grievances these days. Look, your face is no longer round. You used to have a pretty face, but now your chin is really awkward."
Qing Yan, who received a rare warm embrace, pushed the guy away violently. The other party stared coldly at the smiling young man to make sure he was joking. After staring for a moment, she found that she couldn't make up her mind. Yes, after all, she had never guessed the dragon's thoughts.
"The dragon's mouth cannot spit out ivory." She said coldly.
"You're kidding, you're kidding. Qing Yan is a great beauty now, and the creatures who admire you should line up from one end of the Taihang Mountains to the other." Li Xi'an waved his hand and pointed to the east and west sides of the Taihang Mountains in an exaggerated manner.
"Speaking of it, the girl has grown up in two years."
They are half a head taller than him.
Before Qing Yan could understand what Li Xi'an meant, he saw the young man sitting down on the ground, his hands hanging on his raised knees, looking in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake.
"Sit." He patted the grass beside him.
This is the shore of the lake. Even though the small lake is now large enough to become a sea, Qing Yan still stubbornly calls it a lake, and the island in the center is the island in the middle of the lake.
There are rain curtains in all directions, but only here and the clouds extending from here to the outside have cracked and shed the warm sunshine of early spring.
Looking up, you can see the Rakshasa tree burning with golden fire.
Dozens of white jade arms hold it up, like chains sealing a suffering god.
The golden flames were so clear in the rain curtain, and could be clearly reflected into Qingyan's eyes.
"Is it the culprit of the demon invasion of Taihang?"
"No, that bastard over there is." Li Xi'an pointed to the horizon, which is where the unknown ancestor appeared by boat.
"A Rakshasa is a Rakshasa, and an old camphor tree is an old camphor tree. After I burn all the Rakshasa trees, I will replant the old camphor tree. Everything here must be indispensable."
The young man beside him spoke very softly, but Qing Yan knew that he would definitely do what he said.
"As for the guy outside the sky, I have a way."
"This is not the first time I have faced such an enemy." Li Xi'an said lightly.
"I will let the creatures that do not belong to this world get out of here, and those who don't want to get out will die here. It just happened to rob the medium and lack some nutrients for the new creatures."
The boy was lying on his back on the lawn, and the fish and dragons in the sky were eating up the rain and wiping away the darkness in the lake.
The golden light in the sky returned to the hem and cuffs of his clothes, showing off lines like fish scales.
Qing Yan stared at the clean and clear lake water for a long time. When she came back to her senses and asked Chi Jiao what happened in the past two years, Chi Jiao was already asleep.
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Zhao Xingzhou walked along the golden mountain road to the lake shore.
The tide rises and falls like the sea.
The sunlight spreads into lines and sparkles.
He saw Nan Zhu and Qing Yan.
One was lying on the lawn and resting with his eyes closed, while the other was sitting quietly watching the rise and fall of the tide. It was clear that Nan Zhu's human form was much younger and more immature than Qing Yan's appearance, but at first glance Zhao Xingzhou looked like a junior accompanying his elder to watch the sea, and the elder fell asleep there after being tired.
Some of the big demons who were accompanying them focused directly on the scroll-like scene in mid-air, with ancient trees burning with golden fire.
The once arrogant new god of Taihang Mountain was now sentenced to death like this. The fierce flames burned away everything and returned the old tree to the red dragon.
Few of them have actually faced the Taihang Mountain God, and most of them have heard of a name. When they embarked on the road to rise, the red dragon had already left the Taihang Mountains. Later, the ancient ones invaded and demons were rampant.
Only then did the beings of Taihang have an intuitive concept of the real king of Taihang.
Can't help but feel awe and reverence.
It's simply too powerful to be unreasonable.
The enemy that forced them to leave their homeland seemed vulnerable to this king. But the king who has led them in the past two years, the pale tiger Qingyan, is also the demon king of the Yangshen realm.
They couldn't figure it out, so they only had awe and respect for the mountain god.
(End of chapter)