Chapter 175 174. Broken Moon
The moment daylight approaches, the blooming twilight stretches out, tearing apart the night like a golden lightning bolt.
The wolf king in the mountains is shrouded.
His speed and agility are far superior to those of the Transparent Seat, and with the strong wind, he can even be compared with the erratic moving dragon shadow. But faced with this light reaching the sky, he had nowhere to escape.
"Buzz——!"
The moon eye behind the Wolf King trembled, and something in the air was floating around.
wind.
The strong wind gathers here.
There are thousands of moon fairies in the wind, their hands folded on their chests and making strange gestures. If anyone familiar with grassland customs sees this, they will know that this is a pious blessing from the grassland and is some kind of "language of the wind". Because people who live on the grasslands believe that the wind will bring vitality and whereabouts for the next year, in that ancient tradition, the grassland people who are looking for the next fertile grass for their cattle and sheep will always take a day to pray and ask the wind about them. future.
The wolf king roared, and the wind and moon built a barrier.
The next moment, light comes.
The Wolf King's figure was submerged by the huge beam of light, and the many mountains behind him all turned into white.
The goblins disappeared.
When the blazing light of the sun dissipated, he could no longer hear the sound of the wind. The barrier made by the moonlight and the strong wind could not completely resist the sharp edge that tore the night apart. At this moment, half of the face of the illusory Wolf King, whose moon was white and illusory, showed a strange pitch black, as if the skin and hair had been peeled off, leaving behind fragments. Flesh and blood wrapped around the exposed half of the skull.
But there was no blood. The Wolf King originally closed his eyes, but half of the superficial flesh and blood on his face was lost, and his eyeballs were exposed. Although they were burning, they had the texture of a dead candle that was about to be extinguished. The closed eye on the other side also opened, burning with a faint green light.
He stared intently at the sword-holding dragon shadow in mid-air, and the moon eyes behind him did the same.
The other party let go of the sword and allowed the golden jade sword to become a small golden fish swimming around. The moment the Wolf King's eyes met the golden candle in the sky...
The air explodes!
Red shadows penetrated the sky, and the Wolf King felt an extremely huge pressure from above, with sharp claws digging into his neck and back.
"Roar!"
Before the Wolf King could even raise his head, scorching and rolling flames swept over him and surrounded him.
His limbs lifted off the ground, and the force carried him along. The huge dragon shadow dragged the wolf, its sharp claws tearing at the flesh and blood, not stopping until they were carved into the gaps between the bones, and the scales scratched the bone nerves. The divine fire is burning the Wolf King's body all the time, and those pure moon-white hairs are losing their luster. Even if they are rapidly regrowing, the destructive power of the divine fire is obviously more terrifying.
Dronosali's vision was obscured by golden fire.
Two arms from the void grabbed the moon eye behind him.
The ancient runes flickered, and Dronosali had not completely lost the opportunity to "see" it. The moon was erupting, spiritual energy was gathering, and the sky suddenly dimmed. A half-moon shadow appeared on the edge of the horizon, pulling light towards the silver moon of Dronosari to a degree visible to the naked eye.
The wolves on the ground howled in response to the moon.
The moon and storm are their totems and symbols of their king.
But the next moment, there was an extremely shrill roar between the intertwined dragon and wolf. The clouds shook, the moonlight that had been pulled over collapsed, and the moonshadow that appeared also dissipated. This shrill roar seemed to come from hell, and all the creatures who heard it shuddered and covered their ears.
That shrill roar came from Silver Moon,
There were cracks in the silver moon behind the Wolf King.
The perfect moon has cracks.
The crack spreads outward from the center, which is both the center of the silver moon and the pupil position of the eyeball made of ancient runes. At this time, there was a sword stuck in that place, an exquisite small sword carved from gold and jade.
This moon is an image of Dronosari. How could something that doesn't exist be attacked?
With this silver moon around, he will never die.
But the Wolf King had no time to think. The small sword pierced the silver moon, and the eyeball constructed with ancient runes exploded, widening the crack in the center a little. This silver moon is still at work, carving out space for Dronosaari in the blazing fire.
"Boom——!"
A loud banging sound.
After the Wolf King was pulled off the ground, an arm held down his head and smashed it against a certain mountain peak.
The mountain collapsed naturally. How could the land and rocks be comparable to the physical strength of the living creature? But there was blood where the Wolf King's head hit the mountain, and the moon-white luster in that area quickly receded, turning into the original silvery gray. One of the burning green pupils was lost.
There is also a sword on the necrotic eyeball, slender, broad, eight-sided, and the body of the sword is red. Dronosali growled and resisted the erosion of the long red sword. The sword carried an astonishing death aura and pierced into the position closest to his brain, almost killing him.
This was undoubtedly the closest he had ever come to death.
Dronosali thought so when the giant claws on his neck exerted force.
The indifferent bone face appeared in front of him, without any expression, without the smile that cracked the bone surface in the first place. His sinuous body was wrapped in golden flames, as if covered with a flowing cloud robe.
But those blooming sparks are quite deadly.
An arm strangled the Wolf King's throat. His face had long been shattered, and now even his neck was no longer complete. Li Xi'an swam close to the ground, dragging the Wolf King in his hand and pressing him to the ground to rub him wantonly. Huge deep scars appeared on the ground, and the mountains looked like small slopes of soil that had been plowed.
The pounding sound lasted for a long time. During this period, the Wolf King wanted to stand up, but was pushed down again by Taihang Baxing.
"Boom——!"
The huge moon-white shadow was thrown away, rolled on the ground, collapsed countless mountains, and cut off countless rivers. Such a behemoth was thrown out so easily. It is hard to imagine what kind of terrifying power is contained in that arm.
At the end of the deep mark, the White Moon Wolf King still wanted to get up.
A winding shadow enveloped him. The ferocious claws smashed down his head, another tremor occurred, and the smoke spread.
Fragmented white covered the Wolf King's field of vision except for his scales.
Is it snowing?
No, this is not snow.
The Wolf King roared in pain, and the golden sword turned into a small fish and returned to swim in the sky. The two claws that grabbed the silver moon exerted force and tore the moon into pieces. These "snows" are fragments of his moon. The moon-white glow disappeared, and Dronosali's body became the original silver-gray color.
He saw the huge dragon holding his body raising its head, and the color of its eyes almost coincided with the sun.
Then.
Dronosali heard the howling wind.
Strong wind, because of the strong wind caused by the movement of the red dragon shape.
His still intact eye saw the clouds, the sun's rays splashing on the huge wolf's body, and the shocking death energy of the red sword consuming the wolf king's will.
He doesn't have much spirit that can work now.
It used to be an ocean, but now it's almost like a lake.
Dronosali stared at the creature that took him into the air, but there was no trace of fatigue on the bones.
There was the sound of wind, the roar of burning flames, and the sound of scales opening and closing.
The red dragon shape was flying high in the sky, holding the Wolf King's throat in his hands. Arms extending from its position hold it in place.
"If you can still stand after falling to the earth, I will let your wolves go."
The dragon stopped and hovered in the clouds.
Li Xi'an hung the Wolf King in front of him, lowered his head and looked at his broken face.
The golden fire is gathering, and every red scale is expanding, overflowing with golden sparks. Dronosali could see that the gaps between the scales on this bone surface were lit up, and a magnificent dark gold color flowed through it. The pair of golden candle-like eyes were burning crazily, all the surrounding scales were illuminated, and the glow extended to the edges of the scales.
Behind Li Xi'an, the void opened up.
The four arms form a seal.
The bronze cauldron in the center of the four arms is running and living, and the true spirits of the four elephants are clinging to the seals of the arms.
The last sight of the Wolf King was the dragon's open rows of sharp teeth and the fire that lit up its throat. The burst of golden flames filled his entire world.
(End of chapter)