Chapter 128 127. Eight Shattered Stars
With the help of the emperors' high fighting spirit, these things finally appeared.
The emperors are not afraid of a fight, but the filth have no choice but to fight.
At first, the emperors had the same idea as them, to kill the red dragon that came from this world, preserve this world, and wait for the return of the Master.
But now the emperors are different.
They learned that the Master had returned to Nirvana and that the cave flute had arrived with the purpose of destroying this world. The emperors accepted it calmly, the filth were not, they were living beings that needed nourishing land.
So he finally showed up.
Unfortunately, it's useless.
The moment the pale human figure was about to touch the golden cave flute, it was pulled out. The sword energy tore apart the spider web-like white coat, and another ancient sword flew out and nailed it through.
Taihang Baxing fell.
Carrying the rising filth, they fell.
A red dragon shape hovers high in the sky, bright golden flames burn, and white mist evaporates. The red copper bone face stared at the palace on the ground, there was still something there that was not dead.
To be precise, all those things woke up.
The demons danced wildly under the heavy rain.
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The seventh day, Taihang.
Myolie Chu was still looking at the sky.
There are more and more visitors to Taihang Mountain today, and those guests are becoming more powerful.
Weird phantoms flickered on and off, thousands of pale shadows danced with dragons, and the mottled colors of twilight, twilight, and dim light reflected the clouds in the high sky.
This land is harmonious.
Because no matter whether the creatures are powerful or not, they are all staring at the projection high in the sky.
"Where did this guy actually hit?" someone exclaimed.
The exclamation came from under the tree.
Myolie Chu was stunned, how could there be someone under her tree? Lowering his head, he happened to meet a pair of strange eyes looking over him, with three eyeballs spinning in them.
The tall and dark man saw the girl's gaze and smiled brightly.
But Myolie Chu on the ginkgo tree didn't buy it. She frowned, and thousands of branches glowed with golden light, stretching out like arms. The ginkgo leaves whirled, catching the sunlight and drawing a golden arc on the girl's back.
"Donor, where are you from?" She said indifferently, with neither joy nor sadness in her eyes.
Qing Yan has never seen her look like this.
The man seemed to think for a while and replied.
"The poor Taoist came from Shiwanda Mountain and wanted to go to the red dragon in Taihang to ask for some wine."
"Red dragon?" Chu Xing'er concentrated.
"Ming Nanzhu, you should know this little Buddha, right?" The man tossed the golden carapace in his hand, "Without this thing, I wouldn't be able to find this place so easily."
The golden flakes were left under Chu Xing'er's tree when Li Xi'an left. He had told him that by injecting spiritual energy into these shells, he could summon one of his friends. By then, if something happens to Taihang, just leave it to this friend. He will be able to handle everything.
"Mole," the man said. "What is the name of the little Buddha?"
This man clearly still has the aura of Buddhism, but he calls himself Pindao, as if he doesn't want to be taken advantage of by Buddha's hand. A practicing Buddha's hand can certainly be called a Buddha.
Mole, the king of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
The ginkgo leaves no longer gather to receive sunlight, and the golden light naturally dissipates.
Myolie Chu's expression suddenly shattered, she jumped down and hugged Jiao's thigh, crying and crying.
"The little girl's name is Chu Xing'er. This red dragon has slipped away, leaving me alone as a little tree. I'm living in fear! Master Miao, you don't know how many vicious people have come to Taihang Mountain in the past few days. It's true. , I can’t survive this day!”
Hugging the man's thigh, no, with Chu Xing'er's height lying on the ground, she couldn't hug the man's thigh, so she could only hug her calf.
Myolie Chu was complaining about her difficulty with runny noses and tears. Before she could say a few words, she saw that the angle of view slowly increased. It was the mole that lifted her up and put her back on the tree.
"Come on, come on, don't pretend." Zhu looked disgusted.
"Why are you pretending?"
The mole picked up the remaining golden carapace on the ground and patted the thick snow clean. "Then you have to keep pretending, I'm not the only one here."
Myolie Chu's sobs suddenly stopped, and she looked over with Zhu's solemn gaze. The trajectory of the wind and snow was quietly changed. Ice-crystal-like wings covered the mountains, casting shadows that blocked the sky.
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Qingsuo Mountain, the palace at the top of the mountain is stained red with blood.
The red dragon is entrenched on the top of the mountain, its long and ferocious tail hanging down. Sixteen ancient swords were randomly inserted into the empty land beside them, and the raindrops washed away the extremely thick blood on the swords.
Everything you can see is the color of blood.
The heavy rain couldn't cover up the blood redness.
The world is crazy. Fortunately, he can suppress the madness and is not dragged down by the madness.
There were countless pale human figures climbing up the stone stairs, stepping on the piled corpses. Some of them were not even monks, but civilians living in this world. So holding a hammer, axe, and sickle, you can't ride on the wind, you can only climb a little bit.
It melted into the rain before reaching the mountain where the red dragons were entrenched.
Become part of the body.
The copper-boned face looked silently at the figures climbing the stairs. There were old people and children, pregnant women and men who had lost their legs. Still climbing, Li Xi'an had no doubt that if these people had the chance to stand in front of him, even if they only had one tooth in their body to move, they would bite this tooth on his scales.
"Boom——!"
Golden light bloomed, sweeping away all the moving human figures and corpses on the steps of Qingsuo Mountain. In an instant, the rain curtain also disappeared, and the entire Qingsuo Mountain returned to peace and silence.
Li Xi'an looked up.
An incomparable being rose up from the depths of Qingsuo Mountain, swelled in the wind, surpassed the mountain, and finally crossed the clouds, causing the clouds to flow through its chest. Long stretches of mountains are no different than flat land for this kind of thing.
The true bone statue is completely revived.
It is a golden statue of a dragon girl whose body is wrapped with azure scales.
The dragon girl also woke up and smiled at the red dragon entrenched in the mountain. She swam, the thick water vapor brewing, holding the jade beads in her hands.
Jin Xiao once told him this story. When Heng Xiao and Jin Ni were still young, they roamed the famous mountains and rivers and arrived at the coast of the East China Sea. They heard that there was a dragon girl in the East China Sea who was good at music, singing and dancing, and wanted to see her. Therefore, he went to the beach every day to play the flute. This day, the third day of March, is the day when the Dragon Girl of the East China Sea goes out to sea for a spring outing. At night, Long Nu heard a melodious and melodious flute sound coming from the seaside, and was stunned when she heard it.
The sound of the flute disturbed the dragon girl's heart, and the wonderful music seemed to draw away her soul, so she couldn't help but walk to the seaside, transforming into a silver eel to play the flute player.
After playing the song, the big lake receded ten miles away.
Of course, it's just a story, a folk tale spread throughout Kyushu after Hengxiao Jinni became the real one. Jin Xiao never said anything about what happened to the once unshakable person and the dragon girl.
The heavy footsteps shook the earth's veins and made a muffled thunder sound.
The eight bone statues stand between heaven and earth, with their eyes open and their solemn faces open, their blazing light shining like stars.
"Leave, it's over." Divine thoughts came from the golden flute in mid-air.
Indeed, it's over.
The true bones of the unshakable broke free from the earth's black arms reaching for them, and the light melted all things. The true bone statue that has never crossed the boundary is complete, the power of wishes blooms, and the unspeakable sacred prayers resound throughout the world.
Dots of light filled the earth, ocean, and sky.
Every drop of light is the piety of the praying person.
The pale human form melted briefly and returned to ordinary people. They saw the statue standing, kneeling, and gently clasping its head against the land. There were tears, there was fear, but they accepted death and were buried with the land.
The red shadow passed through the clouds, and Li Xi'an's figure was as small as a red thread to these statues of gods standing tall on the sky.
A giant palm tore through the sky and attracted the dragon.
Jin Zhu cast his last glance at this world. It was clearly a world of destruction, but it was unbelievably beautiful.
The sound of the flute stopped.
Break, break.
At the same time, the eight statues of gods clasped their hands together. They were not looking straight at each other, but with their heads lowered. Everything in this world was reflected in their eyes.
First came the bright light.
Then there is silence.
Finally, there is a firework blooming in the darkness.
(End of chapter)