Chapter 216 215. All souls worship, the Yellow River carries the crown (4k)
The sudden silence made the risers on the shore feel uncomfortable.
But the thick fog blocked their sight, and they couldn't even hear the roar at this moment.
It rained in all directions, except for the sky near the center of the Yellow River. The ancient and thick bronze cauldron was suspended there. The Deer King, who was standing on the bronze cauldron, looked down at the world. The living green eagle screamed fiercely and grasped the dragon-slaying sword.
There was sunlight splashing down from above the clouds.
When the Rising Ones saw the Deer King on the bronze tripod looking over, they were shocked, and a few bold ones even said hello.
But soon the Deer King looked away again, the green eagle transformed into a living elephant and returned to the cauldron, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword was put into the cauldron.
As time passed, the terrifying aura of the demon emperors' battle gradually dissipated, or in other words, it was erased under the dark green seal script hanging down by the Deer King. Except for the heavy fog, the center of the Yellow River returned to calm, as if the existence of the demon emperors had been swallowed up by the fog, leaving no trace in the human world.
The risers wanted to get closer to the direction of the fog, but were suddenly pulled back.
Looking back, it was their leader.
The man shook his head solemnly, made a quiet gesture, and told them to pay attention to their surroundings.
The Rising Ones looked around and took a breath.
It turned out that those powerful beings in the Yellow River had unknowingly appeared in huge bodies. Centered on the foggy battlefield, the number of demon kings in the Yangshen Realm reached a terrifying level. But they were very quiet, and even their breaths were carefully restrained. However, the huge bodies were only a few dozen meters apart from each other. For them, this distance was almost as if their shoulders were touching each other's heads.
The people on the shore were a little frightened, not only the rising people on the edge, but also the people in charge in the ancient city.
Because even if a huge war breaks out in this place, such a large group of demon kings has never appeared. These numbers do not even include the creatures below the demon king, and it is impossible to count!
"Why didn't the demon king transform when he was traveling?" Someone in the command room of the ancient city noticed this phenomenon.
For those rising demons, transformation is a symbol of status and respect. Especially for such a dense group of demon kings, they obviously shouldn't maintain their true form like this. Although the Yellow River Basin near the ancient city grew as wide as the vast sea during the recovery of the world, it could not support such a volume. For the Demon King, keeping his body in such a crowded basin was almost a punishment.
"It's impossible for them to transform." An old voice sounded.
The old man's gaze was focused on the corner of the screen.
Following his gaze, people found a black-haired boy standing among the boundless demon kings.
He stood on top of a demon king, wrapped in white clothes like a shroud.
While everyone was observing, the boy turned his head slightly, and the last picture on the screen was his eyes that were as bright as stars, and then exploded!
"Demon...Demon Emperor!" Someone said in shock.
"There is still a Demon King in the Yellow River!"
How did they spend the past few years? It was originally thought that the ancient capital of mankind could protect itself with the help of shelter and achieve a delicate balance with the demons in the Yellow River. But at this moment, the defensive line in people's hearts seems to have collapsed. The white-faced ghost, Zhong Zun, and Pearl Girl who have been fighting all year round suddenly appeared and snatched away the dragon-slaying sword, the big black snake, the red dragon from the lower reaches of the Yellow River, and...the unknown demon emperor who appeared at this time.
Six demon kings!
In this suddenly ignited war, six demon emperors appeared!
Especially the red dragon.
He swept away almost every living thing in the entire river basin.
At this moment, when the demons gathered together, above this river basin, in the heavy fog.
Li Xi'an closed his eyes, and the lotus veins under his eyes gradually faded.
The black snake was still struggling, but every time he moved slightly, the few scales and bones would be peeled off by Taihang Baxing.
"Roar! Red dragon!" He snaked his body, and in the next moment, the snake's face was pressed against the iceberg by huge ferocious claws, making a muffled sound.
"Shut up."
Li Xi'an approached the big black snake. His body was several times larger than the black snake. Looking at him, he looked like a giant looking down at a baby, and the deep voice in his throat surged like thunder.
"A king should have appeared in the Yellow River, invincible in this world. The birthplace of an ancient civilization is still allowing a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals to mess around and disrupt the river."
"You know the existence of ancient monks and what they mean to this world, but you are indifferent and still use everything you see for your ambition. War, power, and other people's love for you."
"Boom——!" Taihang Baxing slowly let go of the black snake's head, his scales roared, and he punched again before the black snake could react!
The scattered scales and broken bones of the black snake's head can be seen.
The iceberg kept him alive, making him die immediately without it.
Li Xian was rarely angry.
Because the twisted and deformed snake in front of him was supposed to become the King of the Yellow River, he went astray and never looked back. All warnings and vigilance were thrown away by him.
Pearl Girl couldn't create the Imperial Realm at all, so he used some secret method to forcibly lift her up, and the black snake knew the price well. And this secret method comes from the ancient traditions of old Kyushu.
Li Xi'an lowered his head and stared at the broken face of the black snake.
There was also a protruding bone spur on the back of his neck, although only half of it was there. But Li Xi'an knew that this was also a dragon characteristic that he was proud of.
"When you were thirsty to drink, did you ever think that these changes did not come from my blood?"
"The blood alone caused your deformation, but it was this ancient river that really gave you half the crown and arms."
Silence, everlasting silence.
The majesty of the red dragon fills the space here.
The fire started, and the howling wind blew away the mist, revealing the huge iceberg and the red dragon entrenched on the iceberg.
The demons were silent, and even the boy standing above the demon king bowed his head slightly.
"You have thought about it, but you are lost." Li Xi'an raised his body and raised his head, the golden candle swaying in the strong wind.
Taihang Baxing picked up the black snake's head, along with his winding and broken body, and smashed it on the top of the iceberg. Crystal clear thorn bushes bloomed, fixing the twisted snake body.
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Li Xi'an released the woman who was originally imprisoned on the iceberg.
"I give you a chance to choose."
After the turmoil subsides, this woman may be the only demon emperor in the Yellow River. The heavy rain was heavy, and only the dome where the dragon was located was open. These raindrops carry his will and wash away all the creatures in this river basin.
The unknown boy is not from the Yellow River, he is from somewhere else. And the shrimp soldiers and crabs on another iceberg shattered the realm of the emperor, and there was no chance of entering the extreme palace realm.
Pearl girl You Zhu fell from the iceberg and got up with difficulty.
She was covered with scars, and her pretty face showed a bit of stubbornness. She raised her head and stared at the dragon.
"It seems that shrimp has spoiled you."
Li Xian stopped talking.
A giant claw suddenly dropped down, covering the place where the woman was standing, and faint wailing and shattering sounds could be heard.
Taihang Baxing lifted up and let go. Between his sharp claws were the broken white back shell and the sticky flesh and organs between the back shell.
The golden fire burned, burning away the remains between the claws.
Li Xi'an looked at the black snake, and there was no change in the other person's eyes. Compared with Pearl Girl's death, he was obviously more willing to struggle and think about how to escape.
Under the gaze of the spirits, a red shadow pierced the clouds and stood high in the sky.
The red copper bone surface drooped, and the void cracked with the dragon as the center, and eight arms stretched out. The arm that crushed Pearl Girl before was still burning with flames.
"Roar——!" Black Snake hissed.
Constructable faces are eroded by icebergs and cannot converge.
"Let those of the Yellow River return to the Yellow River, and let those of the black snake return to death." On the clouds, eight arms formed a seal, and a majestic sound of judgment sounded.
Black Snake was shocked. This dharma seal was once deeply imprinted in his mind, connecting the heaven and the earth, as well as the heaven and the earth.
This is a power that transcends common sense and comes from the ancient traditions of the past.
But he never thought that this seal would reappear on the dragon.
The seal was lowered and the Deer King raised his head.
First there was the boundless light and heat, then there were the four galloping stars, and finally there was the torrential divine fire that burned everything.
All the spirits subconsciously protect themselves. This seal is too terrifying, and they are likely to be affected and involved! But the expected shock did not come, and the dark green seal script fell down, turning into a barrier to separate death.
In the center where the seal fell, the river roared.
This place turned into an abyss, and the iceberg and the black snake were annihilated in the abyss, leaving no trace behind.
Collapse, and then be submerged by the river.
The heavy rain stopped, and Li Xi'an could clearly feel that there was something in the Yellow River.
It is the Yellow River that was originally supposed to have a crown.
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On the clouds, in the hand of good fortune.
Yuchai Shunde opened his eyes.
She looked at the red dragon that had transformed into a human form in the distance, with some surprise in her eyes.
The sea of clouds is rolling, hanging golden gauze in the gaps between each other, illuminating the soothing river and the earth on both sides, as well as all the spirits bowing their heads at this moment.
At the center of the worship of the spirits, under the open sky, was the human figure.
Red horns, red tail, mysterious clothes and golden eyes. The ancient life characteristics are manifested in his body, like the original gods in distant myths.
On the shore, the risers could not help but lower their heads, unable to gaze at the sacred scene any longer.
More and more creatures are gathering in this direction, coming from far away river basins, but without exception, they hear some kind of call.
In the ancient city, everyone felt an inexplicable whisper. Naturally, people looked in one direction, the direction of the Yellow River. This ancient Yellow River was rushing and roaring, clearly separated by a distance, but they could all clearly hear the sound of the rushing Yellow River water at this moment. A figure of a god appeared in his mind.
This change is not just around this basin, but also along this ancient river all the way east to the sea.
All the creatures near and living in the Yellow River heard the call, bowed their heads, and looked at the shadow in the distance.
Living in all the cities and scattered villages near the Yellow River, this kind of movement has been traveling across the land. Even in the vast ocean, there are living beings who have noticed this change. Suddenly they heard a whisper and looked to the west to see the man of God in the distance.
"What happened?"
"The Yellow River is changing, He is cheering, and all the spirits are jumping for joy." Someone answered.
"What are you excited about?"
"This ancient river will embrace its king." Everyone looked up
The clouds in the sky are gathering, forming colorful rays of light, and rolling thunder resounds from all directions, like a roaring dragon.
Deep in the ocean near the mouth of the Yellow River, a terrifying existence opens its eyes.
"Lord of the Yellow River?"
"It seems that we can no longer travel backwards from the depths of the earth to seek opportunities like before."
"It's hard to say, even if the Lord of the Yellow River really appears. With the current state of affairs, he was born too late, and his wings are obviously not yet full. Which of the ancient dragon veins on the land is not a crown awarded before complete recovery? The ones in the ancient mountains The kings have grown up for a long time and are naturally difficult to defeat, but the newly born King of the Yellow River is different.”
"It's not that we can't make some plans... so what about the people who bear the crown? They are the younger ones after all."
"If you are weak, you can take the crown; if you are strong, you can follow the trend. We just used the Yellow River to penetrate deep into the land, and we have never done anything beyond."
"No living being dares to be the enemy of Nanami."
In the imperial capital, Zhao Xingzhou opened his eyes suddenly.
The blood in his body is boiling!
"Heaven!" He heard someone exclaim.
Turning his head, the horizon was burning. His eyes were stunned for a moment when he saw the burning sea of clouds. And in this moment of trance, he saw a familiar figure from behind.
"The Yellow River carries the crown..."
"Nanzhu?"
With the boundless Yellow River as the center, the ceremony of receiving the crown was carried out brazenly.
In this world, all coronation ceremonies take place during the period before heaven and earth have fully recovered. No one can see how solemn and grand the complete coronation of the ancient river must be!
And now, they saw it.
Powerful beings sleeping or residing in the Yellow River all surfaced on the river, looking in the same direction.
Bow.
Kunlun, the source of the Yellow River.
In the endless darkness, a pair of red phoenix eyes turned around, and a bright red tail stood out in the corner of the eye. The figure seemed a little surprised, but then laughed again after seeing a certain scene clearly.
She staggered away, into the depths of darkness, and heard the teasing sound of being left behind.
"When we meet again, should I call you Dragon King of the Yellow River?"
Li Xi'an lowered his eyes and folded his hands in the wide sleeves of his robe.
He was equally surprised.
The crown was upon his head. The primitive and ancient words flowed around him, flickering and extinguishing from time to time, like rising and falling stars.
At this moment, he heard the worshiping sounds of the spirits of the Yellow River, which was like a rushing tide drowning him.
This wave of worship sound and the flickering original text beside me are spliced into lines of scripture.
A grain of sand is the beginning of a star.
A wave sweeps across the world.
A river passes through the sea of stars in the universe, reflecting all the worlds, endlessly.
This is the original appearance of the Yellow River.
The branches on Li Xi'an's forehead were growing and splitting, becoming more majestic.
"River Map."
The original and ancient scriptures were smelted to create the stars that lit up under Li Xi'an's feet. These are all the stars that the ancient Yellow River once flowed through, sweeping through the world.
Even if the river is really just a wide river now, He still records the past.
If complete, this would be a blueprint for the universe.
It was very enjoyable to write and it came together
It must be impossible to break this chapter, right?
(End of chapter)