Chapter 229 228. Five Elements Killing Technique: Earth Element
The laurel tree from ancient mythology.
Its image grows on the earth, showing off its majestic appearance to the world.
High in the sky, the red scales scattered together with the Dharma, turning into endless leaves.
When the last gust of mountain wind blew away, scattering the red scales and fragments of the Dharma, and lifting up Li Xi'an's large sleeves, he was still staring in the direction of the laurel sacred tree, with the blazing golden flames still in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand and turned these leaves to dust.
The scent of the mole has indeed disappeared, completely.
There is no life in the ancient trees condensed by the moonlight.
He heard the roar transmitted between the mountains, the earth was shaking, and an extremely strong emotion emerged, seeming to engulf all living creatures in the mountains.
Unlike most people who feel sadness.
In Li Xi'an's eyes, this is just an extremely strong emotion that infects everyone because of the power of the mountains. Perhaps it is the scene at this moment that makes people interpret this emotion as sadness.
After all, the Holy King indeed no longer exists.
But there was an emotion that was as shocking as sadness. Li Xi'an looked back and saw that the dharma that he had briefly manifested through Jian Yuechuan and the Time Method disappeared, and the aura it possessed was also gradually disappearing. It was the laurel tree.
The white moon that had risen before had unknowingly disappeared into the clouds, and the holy and peaceful atmosphere was gradually returning to reality, and the fragrance of soil and forest vegetation could once again be smelled in the nose.
The laurel completely collapsed and the dust flowed freely.
The eyes of countless creatures are there. They know what they want to see and what kind of ending they hope to usher in.
But wherever his eyes could see, there was only emptiness.
It seems that just like the authority held by that king, he drives the law of the universe to establish the heaven and earth. The ending that comes at this moment is also the same, nothingness.
"Red dragon!" someone hissed.
Even if the spirits of Shiwanda Mountain witnessed themselves being attacked by the Holy King, they could not let the Holy King die like this.
As a people, what does it mean to witness the death of the king with your own eyes?
They need Chijiao's explanation. At least, they need to know what happened in this short day and night, or in other words, what he did during the period when the Holy King disappeared.
But no response.
The moment the laurel collapsed, Li Xian lost his mind.
He stared blankly in the direction of the dark sacred mountain.
The opposite and equally intense emotion of sadness is joy.
Hundreds of thousands of mountains are rejoicing.
What are you happy about?
"Boom——!" The sky and the earth dimmed, and the stars were lit up one by one along the dark mountain wall.
Chenxing Mountain, the ancient sacred mountain regarded by Yuchai Shunde as a treasure capable of forging the Supreme Artifact, a treasure that could help him reshape his appearance and gain greater power. At the same time, it was also the indispensable key for Li Xi'an to hold up and suppress the descending bone statue with the help of the jade hand of creation.
Zhu described this mountain in the past, during the feast that night when Li Xi'an was about to leave Shiwandashan and return to Taihang.
It roughly means that this is both the fortune and the misfortune of Shiwandashan.
To be able to give birth to Chen Xingshan in the Hundred Thousand Mountains is to be a million times more fortunate than to be born with him. This is a treasure given to the Hundred Thousand Mountains by this world. But the sacred mountain stands here, attracting countless prying eyes. Master Yuchai Shunde came here just for the sacred mountain. She is the first, but she will never be the last.
And this sacred mountain will one day become a weapon of a certain creature.
Li Xi'an asked him at that time, the treasure born in the Hundred Thousand Mountains should be prepared for you by this mountain range. Instead of letting the world peek at the sacred mountain, it is better to let the world peek at you, right? Why not try to get that sacred mountain?
The mole shook his head.
He said: "That's not mine. The sacred mountain has its owner, but not yet. What's more, the greed and fear of the outside world can only make us lose it, but it can never let the peepers get it. Red Jiao, you have that handle Sword, I can feel that the aura of that sword is similar to that of Chen Xingshan. What is it called?”
"Xi."
"What a hasty naming method. You don't call it that just because it looks like the morning sun rising when you draw your sword, right?" Zhu laughed and took another sip. In Li Xi'an's memory, Zhu at that time was probably a little bit... Drunk.
"Is it possible that someone really named himself Mole because he was the rise of Mole cricket."
So the mole fell silent.
After a long time, he took a few more gulps and skipped the previous topic.
"Chenxing Mountain is very important to the Hundred Thousand Mountains." The man who was originally a little dazed was very serious. "Very important, very, very important."
"If someone wants to obtain this sacred mountain, he needs to be recognized by the Shiwan Mountain."
"Aren't you?"
"Of course I am!" The previously quiet Zhu was very proud when talking about the Hundred Thousand Mountains. "I am the crowned king of the Hundred Thousand Mountains."
"But that sacred mountain doesn't recognize me."
The majestic and majestic atmosphere was reverberating, and as the world saw, the day in the direction of the Hundred Thousand Mountains turned into eternal night in an instant, and the stars lit up.
"The person recognized by the Holy Mountain has not yet been recognized by the Shiwanda Mountain, so he cannot take the mountain."
"But it doesn't matter, I have plenty of solutions."
As the sound faded away, Li Xi'an woke up with a start, and the spinning lotus flowers in his eyes gradually dissipated.
Inadvertently, his hand touched the wall of Chenxing Mountain.
The sacred mountain is roaring, the runes on the mountain wall are as hot as the sun, and endless energy is roaring inside the mountain. No one can lift Chenxing Mountain, unless it is the owner of Chenxing Mountain. In that battle, the mole knew it.
"It's really yours." Li Xi'an said.
No wonder the extremely contradictory scene was shown in the previous battle. The fallen king used the power of the mountains. Rather than killing the lost ones, it was better to say that this was a trial given by the Hundred Thousand Mountains to verify whether he was qualified to get Chenxing Mountain. As for the fallen Holy King, this was something he no longer had to worry about after the battle.
The clues are obvious.
The fallen Holy King did not appear as a pale substance in the end, and was still running the Taoism that Mole originally possessed.
That might just be an empty shell.
The deepest filth requires the soul as nourishment. Once it shows a pale body, the creature will lose its original reason and mind and completely turn into filth.
There is no mole from beginning to end.
But the fact is that this body has indeed fallen. Even if it has the original mental wisdom of the mole, its origin is distorted. Therefore, he ordered all the creatures in the Hundred Thousand Mountains to stay out of the way. In the eyes of the fallen Holy King, all creatures should die. If the creatures in the Hundred Thousand Mountains follow the instructions of the mole, only outside invaders will arrive here in the end.
At that time, the Holy King will let the invaders understand what darkness is.
In the last step, he found the space passage that sent Li Xi'an away to allow the dragon to arrive. This is why Li Xi'an felt the door being pushed in the abyss of the Yellow River.
Li Xi'an gently rubbed the mountain wall.
Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.
"So, I accepted it."
A hundred thousand mountains of strong emotions surged up and down, hitting everyone deep in their hearts one after another.
They looked at the figure sitting cross-legged on the top of the sacred mountain, and were shocked and silent.
The hair danced lightly, and the original words were reflected in the lowered eyes.
He was chanting slowly.
Ancient testimonies resounded across the sky and earth, and everyone subconsciously held their breath. On that sacred mountain, countless floating stars rose and fell behind the figures, slowly gathering into a frenzy! Everything in the world pales in front of this scene, and seems to be part of the frenzy under the light of the stars.
The wind picked up speed and became violent.
The river broke away from its channel and rushed towards the dark sacred mountain.
It's as if gravity has been lost here, and the laws that originally existed in the world are reversed in front of the sacred mountain.
"Earth, spit out. Spit out all things. The two images are above the earth and in the earth. The earth spits out all things. The rhyme of spitting out earth."
The earth element of the Five Elements Killing Technique.
It was clearly a black robe, a dark sky and a sacred mountain, but his body seemed to have a crown of light. Under the frenzy, he stood still and extremely calm, like an old monk in trance, or like a rock in the surging tide.
Layer after layer of runes expanded from the top of the sacred mountain, and the frenzy of the rising and falling stars returned to the earth at this moment!
Flowing clouds, gold and fire rise together, and he forges his way forward in the flames.
I'm afraid there are only two chapters today, and one chapter before twelve o'clock.
Definitely tomorrow. If I can’t bring myself to meet you, please forgive me for the sake of today’s quality.
(End of chapter)