Chapter 192 191. A petal
Under the dark night, someone was sitting on the ginkgo tree and humming a tune.
Carrying a golden glow, it turned into an illusory corona.
She looked at the red ribbons symbolizing the ups and downs one by one, put them away, and hung them back on the treetops.
The leaves of the ginkgo are swaying, and among them are the buds that have just grown in spring.
According to common sense, most of the creatures after the rise, whether they are flowers, plants, trees, or animals, fish and birds, have broken away from their original appearance and are no longer affected by the natural environment.
But this ginkgo tree standing in the core area of Taihang Mountain still follows the alternation of the four seasons. In winter, the leaves fall, covering the island, and then are blown up by the wind and scattered on the lake, like golden butterflies dancing.
The girl sitting on the tree was excited to see those new shoots.
Probably because she finally doesn't have to be naked anymore.
Not far from the ginkgo, the old camphor tree stands silently in the depths of the island in the middle of the lake. It is evergreen all year round and towers like mountains, like a blue dome covering the island.
Such a comparison is like heaven and earth.
"In front of the door, under the old camphor, a group of ducks swam by." She just hummed nonchalantly.
It doesn’t matter whether it is a goose or a duck.
"Taihang Palace, Taihang Palace, I will go to such an interesting place in the future and run there one by one." The girl said to herself.
"Huh?"
Suddenly a snow-white furry little guy jumped out from under the tree.
It's the fox.
One of the few residents on the island in the middle of the lake.
The white fox's dark, spiritual eyes stared at the glowing ginkgo tree.
Myolie Chu saw the red lucky bag in the fox's mouth, looked at the fox's eyes again, and understood immediately.
"No, no, no." She waved her hands quickly.
"This thing of yours is meant to be carried on people's bodies, how can it be hung on a tree? Besides, I'm already in debt, so it's really not going to work."
The fox remained motionless, just looking at Myolie Chu.
long time.
Myolie Chu sighed.
"I heard that you were one of the first creatures to rise in the world. Now there are more than ten demon kings in the Taihang Mountains, but you can't even say a word."
The tone sounded melancholy, and the fox couldn't quite understand it. He blinked and continued to look, when the girl continued to speak.
"You said that if you could talk, I wouldn't be so bored in this mountain."
"Looking at the mountains and rivers, it's all foggy, and there are those damn big white ducks that are ruining my Daoist heart!" She said viciously, and even the corona glow on her back could not change her ferocious appearance, which looked like a demon from hell.
She jumped down.
"Bring it, Lao Monk, no, the poor monk will accept it."
Instead, the fox was frightened and slowly backed away.
Myolie Chu took the lucky bag out of the fox's mouth without giving the fox any room to react. Fiery red color, with golden embroidery showing the character "囍".
After weighing it for a few times, his expression changed.
"Who gave it to you?"
"Forget it... wait until the red dragon comes out of Taihang Palace and then give it to him. There's no point in asking you."
Myolie Chu grabbed the lucky bag and put it in her pocket.
A lucky bag sent to Taihang Mountain.
Nowadays, everyone in the world knows that the mountain god of Taihang Mountain is an expert in suppressing evil spirits.
But something evil actually came to the door.
Myolie Chu was a little puzzled. The aura was strange and powerful. It was not as simple as evil spirits, but closer to a "ghost".
…………
Under the night, the evil spirit of blood stretches for thousands of miles.
Covering the sky, leaving only a scarlet moon to the world, looking at the creatures on the earth like a terrifying and abominable eye.
A giant shadow is walking.
Taking his footsteps as the boundary, the front was still a normal and complete world, while the back was reduced to an abyss and death.
"Dharma..." The woman in gray looked blankly at the huge figure standing between the sky and the earth. The body retreated subconsciously.
Even though there is an extremely long distance between them.
Dharma.
Great supernatural powers that only exist in ancient records today.
In ancient books, there is a more accurate title, which is the True One Dharma. True one, the ancestor. Standing between heaven and earth, hundreds of millions of living beings pay homage and worship. Such a level of existence has not appeared in their world for tens of thousands of years. Most records only record the last ancestor 70,000 years ago. In addition, those with the highest realm are at the extreme level of the Emperor's Dao.
The sleeping ancestor in Miluo Mountain is in this state.
And that so-called evil demon is this Shinichi?
If the most powerful person in the Yang Shen Realm has the means to defeat the Emperor of the Supreme Palace, then the True First Realm is the mountain that lies in front of all spirits. For the practitioners below it, for the "ancestors" of the True First Level, There is no difference. Just breathing and looking can make his mind collapse and fall into the mortal world.
The woman in gray knew that when she saw this Dharma image, she had nowhere to run.
But why would an ancestor who hadn't appeared in 70,000 years reappear in this world and be called an evil demon?
Living beings at the true level can use their magical powers to destroy this world.
No wonder the message left by the ancestor was to let her leave, because there was no way to resist.
The golden firelight circulated endlessly, engulfing the figure next to her.
"Husband!" she shouted.
Faintly, she could sense that the strange consciousness in her husband's body was related to Shinichi who appeared in this world.
"I said, you took things you shouldn't have taken." A voice came from the golden fire.
The Dharma Prime Minister is watching here.
Just watching, the earth rolled and turned into waves of death, swallowing up mountains, city-states and tens of thousands of creatures. The wail was insignificant beneath the roar of the rolling ley lines.
Li Xi'an stretched out his hand.
An invisible domain expanded.
The black wave sweeping through all things ceased under this invisible realm.
This is a complete real life soul, and Li Xi'an felt the pressure like thousands of mountains collapsing. His domain is shrinking rapidly, and everything under the real one is turned into dust. This is no joke.
This is the past that has happened.
His arrival is also part of what happened in the past.
Does the door of Taihang Palace also have such a function? He didn't know. But this body is connected to him.
"Who are you..." Li Xi'an's sigh was inaudible under the burning flames.
This body is only mortal.
But there was something he was familiar with.
Li Xi'an closed his eyes, and a bloody lotus slowly appeared above his head.
This was the first time that he had exposed this kind of lotus petals to the eyes of others. Even if he didn't know much about lotus petals, he knew that it would involve a lot of things.
Fortunately, this happened in the past.
It didn't happen to him, and even where he is now has nothing to do with Kyushu.
The lotus petals are trembling.
From the moment Li Xian discovered this petal, some incredible changes began to appear on his body.
He opened his eyes again.
There is a magnificent lotus blooming deep in the pupil, with dark golden light flowing on the lotus petals.
The blood on the top of his head disappeared.
Deeply hidden within this body.
At the same time, the golden fire was burning, smelting, and gathering crazily.
In despair, the world saw the dusk emerging again in the west.
It was actually bright.
A bit sluggish, so I’ll update this chapter first today.
Maybe I need to adjust some things. I don’t want the words I write to be dry and I don’t want you to read those dry words.
Sorry.
(End of chapter)