Chapter 291 53. Eight Kings of Eight Kings (4.4k)
Myolie Chu looked at the golden leaves floating in the sky, stunned.
It seems amazing that the ancient branches cover the entire sky of Taihang Mountain, but in fact, the ancient trees on the lake island are only much larger than before, and have not reached such an astonishing level. The golden veins reflected in the sky are an evolution, not an essence, something that can be seen but not touched. But if the red dragon thought, the branches and leaves in the sky were the essence. Last night, the red dragon could even lead her to stand on the branches and touch the jade plaques with her true name.
At this moment, Myolie Chu could feel that eight real name jade tablets were hung high by the ancient tree. The eight strongest branches respectively took over the eight jade tablets and extended them to a very far place. That was the Taihang Group. At the end of the mountain, the edges of the ancient branches and leaves touch.
She withdrew her gaze and stopped looking there.
Eight powerful beings were selected. In the transformation, the transformation becomes more powerful, and the true name is hung high on the ancient tree to prove its true intention. The response given by the ancient tree was simple: give it strength and give it the opportunity to transform!
Myolie Chu turned around. Her true body, the ginkgo tree living not far from the ancient tree, had already manifested into thousands of golden arms. The illusory thousand hands formed seals on the treetops, and the thousand hand seals were accepting the air. The majestic spiritual energy floating in her body actually inspired even her to receive the gospel of the ancient tree.
Is this... some kind of orthodoxy? It occurred to her suddenly.
The red dragon began to touch the ancient and primitive power with his own power.
Ancestor.
He is seeking the path of his ancestors.
But soon, Myolie Chu shook her head. It was still far away, not even a prototype. The red dragon was trying, but he was still confused about the true realm, even though he had dealt with this kind of creature a lot.
If true unity can be achieved by establishing a Taoist tradition and creating a medium for people to admire, then true unity is too cheap. In fact, the powerful Taoism that the world sees is almost bound to the ancestors. It is not the Taoism that makes the ancestors, but the ancestors that create that Taoism. It is not the threshold to reach the true one by establishing a Taoist tradition and gathering aspiration.
In fact, Myolie Chu doesn’t know exactly what it takes to achieve Zhenyi.
There is no final conclusion in the vast knowledge she inherited.
There is no definite way to go, no matter how powerful the descendants of the creatures are, they will still stop at this threshold and cannot move forward. Even the stronger the bloodline and the more extreme the method, the more difficult it is for this kind of creature to cross the threshold of true one. There are some secrets that most people don't know about the ten categories of Zhoutian. It is said that the ten categories of living beings are the true one when they reach adulthood, but they have no idea about the cruelty of the ten categories of coming-of-age ceremony.
And if those who are close to the ten categories try to achieve the perfect ten categories, Shinichi is the only chance.
On the journey of Zhenyi, he will be baptized by people who are almost the same as the ten types of coming-of-age rites. Most of the creatures who received the baptism died, and their bodies were not intact. No matter how pure and powerful the next ten types of people are, they will still be of the near ten types.
Myolie Chu sighed softly, and a huge roar came from above the golden ancient tree, as if something was climbing down the trunk.
Two huge golden candles were lit above Myolie Chu's head, burning silently.
The hanging red copper bone surface is like a high wall, and the thick thorn-like neck extends to the other end of the trunk of the ancient tree. Perched on the golden and translucent tree trunk, the red iron scales stretched out wantonly. When the scales rubbed against the surface of the tree trunk, dazzling sparks shot out!
The hot breath hit Chu Xing'er and turned into clouds in an instant, dispelling the chill from the deep winter. Only then did Chu Xing'er realize that all the snow covering Taihang had melted, and the trees were sprouting buds. With his arrival, winter turned into summer overnight.
Myolie Chu just stared at the huge golden candle above. After a long time, she reached out and tapped a certain scale on the red dragon's face.
The feeling coming from his knuckles was as cold as steel.
"I'm actually worried about you." She said softly.
"Are you worried about this trip?"
"No." Myolie Chu shook her head, "worrying about your path, you chose the most difficult path for yourself."
"The stronger you are, the more difficult it is. I think you have already felt it at your current level. You have not been able to improve your realm at all, and you are stuck in the extreme realm of the Imperial Dao. In the future, if you want to touch the true one, I'm afraid You will die. This is the law of the universe. Jiuzhou cannot violate it, and Taihang cannot protect it. No one can help you!"
Myolie Chu's expression was ferocious, she frowned tightly and bared her teeth.
But there was laughter from above, which startled her.
The two golden candles were rising, and the slender neck and body were pulling the ferocious head. The red dragon left and gradually disappeared among the ancient branches and leaves.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Myolie Chu waved her hand dissatisfiedly upward, "It's rare for me to talk to you seriously! Don't take it seriously, you will really die! It's very scary!"
"After they come here to see me, you will be free, Buddha's Hand." came the response from the ancient tree, as dull as thunder.
"What are you talking about? What about freedom? Haven't I always been free? You are so good at it, why do you still lock me up?" Chu Xing'er waved her fist. "I am here of my own free will! The green mountains and green waters are so beautiful. Where should I go?"
As she spoke, Chu Xing'er burst into tears, "Or you, a heartless mountain god, have begun to despise me as a little girl. You want to drive away the trees. There is no place for me in the huge Taihang Mountains... wuwuwu..." < br>
As he was crying, the sound of vegetation suddenly sounded behind him.
Myolie Chu, whose face was full of snot and tears, turned around and saw the white owl on the tree scratching its head with its wings, embarrassment written all over its face like a pie.
"Who are you?" Chu Xing'er struck first.
"Pu Yinxing, Snow Owl, pay homage to the Buddha's hand." The snow-white owl bowed and bowed with its wings, and the voice that came out turned out to be a very light female voice.
Myolie Chu stared at it for a long time, until her own snot bubbles burst and a feather floated next to her.
The nose feels good.
After finishing using it, Myolie Chu praised in her heart.
After wiping her nose clean, Myolie Chu took a closer look and saw that the snow owl had a faint golden color on its body, like a burning flame. At the same time, the aura coming from the other party also told her that this was not a simple, pretty and easy-to-get-together great owl, but a demon king, a demon king that was about to touch the Extreme Palace.
Just as Myolie Chu was thinking, she heard the sound of waves.
The lake was turbulent, and the thunderous sound of the tide could be heard clearly even in the center of the lake island.
First his back was as black as the earth, and then there were two sharp fangs pointing upwards. He stood up from the lake and sea, bringing up thousands of huge waves. The waves turned into a brief rainstorm, hitting the dark and cracked surface of the skin. It flows down the cracks and returns to the lake and sea.
A black tusked boar.
The skin was covered with thick black mud walls. When he exhaled, all the water vapor around him was evaporated in an instant. His ferocious face was covered with scars, and his body was fat and strong, like a mountain of meat.
He climbed over the trees on the periphery of the lake island and came to the center, where he also saw Myolie Chu with red eyes.
"Zhi Guanxing, Heishan, pay homage to the Buddha's hand!" The voice coming from this creature was unexpectedly quiet and full of meaning, but its posture was equally respectful, standing up and bowing with the pig's trotters.
Myolie Chu's eyes widened and she subconsciously blew her nose with the feathers of the snowy owl.
On the body of this mountain-like black pig, there is also a faint golden flame burning. The same great demon king of the Yangshen Realm is about to touch the Ji Palace.
Then, the other end of the lake and sea.
A light purple figure stepped across the lake, leaving behind streaks of gorgeous purple clouds.
A sable came so fast that Myolie Chu almost saw a flash of purple light. The sable stood still, bowed its head, swept its furry tail, and stood up, about half the size of Myolie Chu. Almost the same as the normal mink in the past.
"Jingxing, Yun Zhaozi, pays homage to the Buddha's hand."
Myolie Chu looked at the sable who was smiling but not smiling, and blew her nose twice.
This is also a big demon king.
"Meow——" A cat meowed suddenly in my ears.
A tabby cat with a white background and bright yellow accents slowly walked out of the forest. It had short legs and a round body. It looked less like a spirit in the mountains and fields, and more like a master kept in captivity by humans in the past.
That's not a cat meowing, it's clearly a yawn.
"Junduxing, Mian Shen, pays homage to the Buddha's hand——" Sha Mao stood up and bowed.
Myolie Chu’s expression at this time was almost like a ghost. Except for the ferocious black wild boar, none of the great demon kings she has seen so far matches the powerful creatures in her impression. It can even be said that she has no impression at all. During the few years she has been in Taihang Mountain, I have never dealt with these big demon kings at all.
"You are still too...well...in human terms, you are just too homely. The Taihang Mountains are huge, and there are many, many creatures you have never seen."
As if aware of Myolie Chu's thoughts, a gentle female voice came over.
A dignified woman in a yellow dress stood not far away. When Myolie Chu looked over, she bowed slightly, revealing the tulip hair ornament on her head.
Myolie Chu’s eyes lit up.
But before she could step forward to hug her old friend, the dignified woman bowed and said, "Fukouxing, Yu Nanxiang'er, pay homage to the Buddha's hand."
"He should be arriving soon." After saying that, the dignified woman raised her head slightly and looked at the sky.
"What?" Myolie Chu was stunned, but before she finished speaking, a huge shadow enveloped the entire open space where she was standing. She looked up and saw three pairs of wings covering the sky.
The giant beast as big as a lion or a tiger fell down, and the earth shook violently. The huge creature was covered in bright silver, its wings were closed and gathered on the back of a mountain. There were hairs on his head that danced and burned like fire.
Myolie Chu slowly took a step back.
There was an astonishing scorching aura coming from this creature. There was no doubt that it was a demon emperor, and it was the kind of demon emperor who fought all year round and had amazing combat power!
Are there still such creatures in Taihang?
But Yu Nanxiang'er on the side answered her doubts.
"His name is Tian Hao. In his early years, he ate a very special medium that caused a deformed mutation. There was no way to solve this deformed mutation before. So even if he has superior combat power, he can only stop in front of the gate of Ji Palace. At the same time, in order to suppress the pain of deformity, he fought all year round, and even challenged the green bull and was suppressed, but he did not die. "
"Until last night." Yu Nanxiang'er raised his eyes and smiled.
"He finally succeeded. Of course, it was thanks to that person, or in other words, all the creatures standing here exist because of that person." Yu Nanxiang'er extended his gaze and looked at the dense branches and leaves at the top of the ancient golden tree. .
The golden glow shone into those adoring eyes, like a fire.
"Taihangxing, Tianhao, pay homage to the Buddha's hand!" The silver behemoth leaned over and said in a deep voice.
But at the same time, another voice came, "Fei Huxing, Guan Xiaoshu, pay homage to the Buddha's hand."
The sound originated from Tianhao's back, where the wings grew.
A small, round gray head poked out.
A...mouse.
He looked very embarrassed with his hands folded and had nowhere to put them, like a primary school student caught by the class teacher.
"He said it was a long way, so I brought him here with him." Tian Hao explained, and the gray rat that slid along Tian Hao's hair nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, Taihang is so big now that it can't be reached overnight without some magical power. Shushu, we can't keep Lord Mountain God waiting for a long time."
Before the squirrel landed, a gust of wind came from the forest, causing the squirrel to scream and sit on the ground. Myolie Chu noticed that it screamed first and then sat on its butt.
A figure walked out of the forest, dressed in coarse linen, wearing a bamboo hat, and carrying a three-foot-by-inch wooden box on his back.
All the creatures here have noticed something strange.
This is not a mountain spirit, this is... a human being!
The visitor took off his bamboo hat, revealing a young and handsome face. He smiled and held his hands towards the creatures here.
"Boy Chu Fu, I have met you all!"
Looking around, the young man saw Chu Xing'er, "Bai Xing, pay homage to the Buddha's hand!"
"Interesting, interesting." The sable also laughed. He even wanted to drag the fat cat next to him to watch the fun together, but the fat cat was sleepy and ignored him at all.
Tian Hao, the most powerful among them, just glanced at the young man lightly and said nothing in the middle.
"This is the choice of the ancient tree and the mountain god. It always makes sense, right?" Yu Nanxiang'er said with a smile, "Is it possible that everyone has objections to the mountain god?"
She looked back and looked at the ancient trees.
At this moment, all the creatures here were doing the same thing as her, except Myolie Chu, who was blowing her nose.
Eight creatures from different regions gathered here.
Meet the king.
This was completely different from when they paid homage to Chu Xing'er. They had restrained all their selves, as if they had turned into eight static statues.
The atmosphere around him suddenly changed. The direction of the wind was blowing from the ancient trees to all directions. The vegetation along the way was low, and the lakes and rivers were rippling. The wind continued to blow far away, and the mountains along the way did not stop it.
The wind comes from the one in the ancient tree.
The words spoken in the wind also come from the one who is announcing, announcing that all the mountains, rivers, and trees will remember those eight creatures at this time. They will be the guardians and protectors. They are the kings, who have been given new life and crowns, and have been given orders. guidance and mission.
The ancient trees were roaring, and pieces of golden leaves slowly fell from the ancient trees.
It fell on the eight leaning creatures and melted into it, like thin snow.
A shadow bigger than any of the creatures shrouded this place. The eight creatures did not raise their heads, but Chu Xing'er could see clearly. They were eight arms, stretching down from the void. Red scales opened and closed on the arms. The arms The muscles bulged and moved like water with the movements of those arms.
On top of the ancient tree, a red dragon-shaped shadow overlooks the world.
The eight arms hung down gently, and the fingertips of the sharp claws touched the foreheads of the eight creatures.
Fingertips are moving.
As they bowed their heads, their eyebrows shone brightly, and the places touched by their fingertips were lighting up, reappearing some powerful and ancient power with the dripping of blood drops. It was a rune, and all eight were different.
"You will serve Taihang, protect all spirits, and leave your names high on the tree." A majestic and deep voice sounded from very high up, and the whole world seemed to be shaking. At this time, Chu Xinger could no longer look directly at the red shadow.
"Those who abandon their homeland will eventually be abandoned, and those who never abandon their homeland will eventually be exalted." There was roaring from all directions, and the eight bending creatures felt that the world around them was collapsing. This was the one who was chanting, and his power was spreading. To every corner of the mountains!
Boundless light and heat enveloped them.
They were literally lifted.
The sound of scales rubbing against each other rang in their ears, but warm heat surged up from the depths of their souls. They were submerged, soaked, and their limbs lost consciousness.
At the end of their consciousness, they heard a sound, which was extremely loud, solemn and far away, just like when they came to the temple and the ancient bell in the mountains was ringing.
He said——
"I give you my crown and my authority!"
Taihang Baxing, Baxing...Eight Kings!
Oops, it's a little late, but I think the quality should be worthy of my rest time.
Now that the cold is relieved a lot, I should update as usual in the future.
(End of chapter)