Chapter 118 117. Red Dragon (4k)
In the majestic palace complex filled with strange white mist, the two of them were doing nothing.
"Are the people outside going crazy with anxiety?" Zhao Xingzhou lay on his round and delicate legs, looking up and unable to see the sky.
The living beings lined up in the Imperial City were all restrained by the bronze cauldron, and struggling to no avail, they obeyed the order and activated the altar passage. The red dragon escaped into it, naturally taking those living creatures with it. So they can't get out, and no one from outside can get in. The palace complex in the imperial city is an ancient magic that seals living beings and uses living beings as the key. Although they don't know much about it through their intensive study so far, it has become a system. If the living spirit is still here, the practitioners in the imperial capital may have a chance to restart the palace complex and return it to normal.
Unfortunately, the living creatures were swept away by the red dragon, and no hair was left.
"People outside want to come in, but people inside want to go out?" Li Shishuang asked with a smile.
Zhao Xingzhou was shocked and smiled bitterly.
"Don't dare, don't dare, then dare! If you don't go out, if you don't go out, you will stay inside for the rest of your life."
"What are you talking about? I don't understand. Don't you want to go out of this place?" Li Shishuang looked around at the palace, which was majestic and stretched like a mountain, standing majestically in the mist. If you want to describe it, the legendary palace in heaven is nothing better than this.
But it was too silent.
It was lifeless except for being old, and a depressing atmosphere enveloped the altar, like a giant standing in the fog overlooking the only two living people here.
"Three days." Zhao Xingzhou said.
"According to what Chijiao said, we will go out in three days and restore this place." He paused and then said: "If he is not sure about the existence of the ancestor's level, he will not enter the altar. What's more, the person in the Taihang Mountains The outbreak of this disaster ended because of him. We don’t need to think too much, just do what we should do.”
"If we are really in danger, I will be the first to run away, and I will never take you, a dragster, with me again." Li Shishuang's tone was light.
"Okay, you must run first." The man smiled calmly.
Even if you run away, you can't escape from his grasp.
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Inside the altar, there was a glow.
Two years later, another rare guest arrived here.
The guest is still the same.
The red dragon-shaped head hung on the cauldron and fled deep into the altar, the golden flames covering its body lighting up the surroundings. But where the flames don't shine, there's still darkness. The space here seems endless.
The empty space is like a picture of the universe.
In the eerie darkness, a scarlet abyss slowly opened. The eyeballs were squirming, and the laws of order were intertwined into a chain, watching the coming person.
Li Xi'an concentrated, and the will filled the entire space.
He felt the fundamental difference between the other party and the ancestors he had come into contact with. Although the evil eye in the altar has been suppressed and blocked, and cannot exert its mighty power, it can echo the laws of the world and form a divine chain in an instant. It doesn't look like a cross-realm creature at all, but an existence that truly stands in this world.
The eye across the darkness closed.
The blood flashed and condensed. A humanoid figure wearing blood armor appeared at the position of the eye pupils.
There is a clear difference from the blood shadow last time. One-armed, his left hand held a deformed, slender knife. His empty right arm was empty, with only something like fire burning.
This is no longer the ancestor resurrected in the body of a weakling, but the incarnation of the ancestor. The highest manifestation of his own will.
The bloody humanoid raised the knife, pointing the blade at Li Xi'an.
Li Xi'an felt reason in the previous eyeball, but it was obvious that the other party did not intend to say another word, and used knives, fire and splattered blood as the price for entering the altar! The red dragon meanders, its iron scales interlock with each other, and he breathes, creating a strong wind. The golden candle is lowered, and the dragon shape is dancing wildly.
Both parties tacitly chose to use blood as their language.
The next moment, the confronting dragon shape and human figure disappeared.
The golden stream of light collided with the scarlet blood, the roar shook the dead space, and the sudden strong wind blew away the majesty that filled the space.
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Roaring, fighting, ancient language mixed with blood are released, a domain spreads and spreads, and little bits of light float and sink.
A huge arm covered with red scales slashed down with a golden ancient sword. At this moment, the light bloomed, as if golden lightning tore through the entire darkness.
"Boom——!"
The bloody figure raised his sword to resist, but was still slashed to the bottom of the abyss by the sword.
The sound of water flow, the high-pitched screams of fish and dragons, another ferocious arm stretching out from the void, accompanied by the ribbon-like water flow, the undulations of the torrential waves match the scales. It directly covered the falling bloody figure, pressed it to the center of the stone altar at the bottom of the abyss, and smashed it down hard!
The brilliance of the moon and stars flowed, and the blood that diffused from the figure was absorbed by the water flow. The Jianyue River was wiping out the figure covered by the dragon's claws.
In the sky, a majestic dragon shape was cruising, and the golden candle cast a cold gaze on the ground. Blood quietly dripped and splashed from the gaps in the scales.
"Huh——!" Heavy breathing.
"Dong-dong-dong-!" The heavy heartbeat sounded.
Two unusually loud sounds came from under the dragon's claws, the water flow flew backwards, and the mountain was lifted up!
As soon as the iron scales rang, Li Xi'an felt a biting coldness.
The golden candle captures the lonely souls wandering in this space. Not an innocent soul, but a pure soul, an ownerless soul! They are wandering here, gathering at the bloody figure under the dragon's claws.
He stood up again.
It was a one-armed giant with no facial features. He raised a knife and left a bone scar on the arm that fell. The wanton spirit caused Jian Yuechuan to fly backwards, and the armor covered in it made it impossible for the fish and dragons to bite it, and then it was crushed by the unparalleled pressure in an instant.
Has the mysterious soul of this place been used to create something similar to the Dharma?
Even under the suppression and blockade of the altar, it is enough to arouse such a powerful force. This is the bamboo basket soul collector.
The dragon roared, and the giant roared as well.
An arm holds up the bronze cauldron and pulls the living thing. At the same time, the dark green seal script fell down, nurturing life for Li Xi'an.
The giant stepped on the ground and shook the altar. He raised the knife, and his empty right hand burned. The fire-like thing finally took on the form of water, flowing and condensing.
It became a dark arm without armor.
The giant stretched out his dark arm, spread out his fingers, and pressed in Li Xi'an's direction. The running living beings were broken into pieces, the falling black and blue seal scripts dispersed, and even the flowing sunlight disappeared.
The music of Jianyue River dimmed, and the fish and dragons dived to the bottom of the river.
The faceless giant turned the pressed palm over, facing up, and stared up at the red dragon shape.
This is an invitation.
That strange dark arm cut off all the spells here, and the imperial realm laid out by Li Xi'an shrank and collapsed. This is the power of helplessness. Maybe Li Xi'an can get rid of it when he enters a deeper realm, but not now.
Without the domain, the entire space fell into darkness again.
Only his candle-like eyes were burning.
The giant's deformed long knife slashed across the altar, inviting the red dragon to compete with its ultimate strength. The howling wind is a sword dance, and the dragon shape falls straight down from the sky, carrying the ferocious arms stretched out from the void. Some arms hold swords, while others have nothing on them. When the iron scales, sword, bronze tripod and the blade collided, sparks flew out, briefly lighting up the huge bodies hidden in the darkness.
This is different from the fighting of monks.
Primitive and ancient.
Closer to a hunt.
Once the jet-black arm is revealed, all spells here will be wiped out, regardless of you and me. The sword rose and fell, the dragon's claws opened and closed, lifting up the soul matter from the giant's body. The blade sliced across, and the sharp edge formed an arc and chopped into scales. In the dark space, above the altar, the sound of roaring gold and iron could be heard endlessly. The giant is enjoying this fight that has been away for thousands of years, and the red copper bones are cracked with a devilish smile, and so is Li Xi'an.
The ultimate expression of violence, the giant is an excellent hunter, and Li Xian is an excellent predator.
This fight will continue until one of them falls.
The process is a raging battle of blood and fire!
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"Bang!" The expanding heat wave expanded in circles.
Flowing clouds and golden fire lit up the fragmented battlefield, and the place where the red dragon shape hovered and its ferocious long tail swam was filled with overflowing blood.
The ground was covered with scales, crystal debris, and soul matter that looked like pieces of flesh.
A claw pressed on the giant's head, and the entire head was dented. The stone altar was also dented and broken, leaving huge traces like a spider web.
The giant was still moving, and his left arm holding the blade was waving wildly, but the blade was already broken. It was not metal, but more of a gem crystal. The blade cut the scales of Li Xi'an's body at will, but was eventually destroyed by the Xi Jian Faint Sword.
The red copper bone surface drooped, and the golden candles in the huge eye sockets coldly looked down at the struggling giant. The remaining seven arms in the eight branches of Taihang lowered and approached. Two ferocious dragon claws clasped the giant's dark right arm, and the other arms held the giant's body tightly. With a violent exertion, the giant went crazy, but without his head, he could no longer roar.
Remove that weird black hand raw.
Originally, there was no need to put so much effort into using the sharpness of the Xi Sword or the Dusk Sword. But until now, Li Xi'an's methods were brutal and even bloody.
Not only did he want the hand, but he also wanted to remove it in the most comfortable way.
After the arm was torn off, the darkness covering it disappeared, and Li Xian felt the interplay of ancient characters again.
The red dragon figure stood up, holding a sword with ferocious dragon claws. The ancient red copper sword was filled with evil energy. It thirsted for too much flesh and blood of powerful creatures. Even though it was a little reduced due to settling under the tombstone, the evil spirit still came with the dusk-like light. In the dim light, the shadows of the creatures who died under the sword howled.
Li Xi'an raised his sword.
The next moment, the dim light swallowed up the darkness and swallowed up the giant's body on the altar.
After the sword fell, the iron scales of the red dragon flew away, and a humanoid creature wearing mysterious clothes appeared in the palm of a dragon claw. He was covered in blood and sat casually. There was calmness and wantonness in the gold-precipitated pupils.
In the sky, the scarlet abyss opened again.
Ancient scriptures flowed through his eyes, and he stared at the figure sitting on the dragon's claws.
"I think we can talk now. Most of your power has been blocked by the altar, and the means you can use to deal with me have been revealed. Maybe you think this power is insignificant to you, but you really have no choice. It’s hurting me every bit.”
"How long has it been since you entered this place by mistake?" Voices sounded from all directions, and someone seemed to be speaking in every corner of the boundless darkness.
The sound is like a loud bell.
"Two years."
"In two years, how fast is the growth rate from Yangshen realm to Ji palace realm?"
"It should be so. The rise of heaven and earth is equivalent to the beginning of heaven and earth. If creatures like you that rise with heaven and earth do not die young, it will be enough to create myths in the legends of future generations. You know, we are just the creatures born at the end of Kyushu. The final achievement of Piantiandi”
"Tell me why you came."
"You just agreed?"
"What should I do? You have proven that you are qualified to make requests to us, and we will naturally agree."
"Who are you now?"
"Who am I?" the voice in the darkness laughed. "You might as well ask who we are."
"You?" Li Xi'an frowned.
"We are all the Master of Bamboo Basket Soul Collecting, we are all ancestors, and we are all the last fire of Kyushu."
"We are all darkness, and we are also the abyss that swallows everything."
The sound stopped for a moment.
"Both of them are us. Chijiao, I know what you want to ask. It is nothing more than whether I am as depraved as those ancestors you have come into contact with. Don't be surprised. Among your methods are Yuchai Shunde and Hengxiao Jinni. I won’t be able to recognize this guy’s method. They have already fallen and cannot pass on the method to the living beings. You only have to go through a few tricks at the hands of these two people..."
Dark silence.
The scarlet eyeballs suddenly widened, then slowly returned to normal.
"Oh? It's great that he's dead..."
Li Xi'an looked at the endless scarlet abyss in the darkness.
"Of course I have also fallen." The voice in the darkness said solemnly. "But it's not as bad as them, in a state of sobriety and chaos. Last time you came, I was darkness, and this time you came, I was also darkness, but you briefly dispelled the darkness. Only then can I collect souls with a bamboo basket Identity talks to you ”
The golden flute emerges and conveys spiritual thoughts to the bamboo basket.
"So, Zu's fall is not inevitable, is there a chance?"
"Xiao." Zhulan Caihun sighed. "So the dragon in front of me is the creature you place your hope on?"
"Yes."
"There is a chance to avoid being eroded... I'm afraid it's impossible. In the endless sleep, I woke up when I shouldn't have. At that time, the entire small world was wrapped in shadow. A normal small world would not appear like this The huge shadow is because my existence attracts unimaginable filth. A sleeping ancestor of the nine images has a huge attraction for them, especially those we have lost our homeland."
"I collected souls for reincarnation, and my perception of the cycle of heaven and earth was extremely keen. At that time, I felt in my dream that someone was re-opening the cycle of reincarnation, so I woke up."
"But I didn't expect that the shadows were overwhelming, and I was not immune."
"In my final awakening, I destroyed the world and wiped out most of the shadows. My only purpose at that time was to tear open the boundary wall and descend to Kyushu."
Jin Xiao is silent.
"Impossible, it is absolutely impossible to open up reincarnation. In the middle of your sleep, the filth has covered the entire small world. At that time, Kyushu had already fallen. How could there be someone qualified to open up reincarnation?"
"Yes, even the Supreme Being can't open up the reincarnation of Kyushu."
"But I can't care about so much. I came to Kyushu. The person who has the ability to open up reincarnation can end my life, destroy the world, destroy the darkness, and tear the boundary wall. Only my nine images are left. Like, I almost fell down from Shinichi. But I didn't see the being who opened up reincarnation. I saw a dragon. "Darkness paused.
The scarlet eyeballs squirmed and stared at Li Xi'an.
"A red dragon."
(End of chapter)