Chapter 309 71. The scars of time
Far north, snowfields.
The wind and snow flew against the sky, dyeing everything white.
But there is blood seeping out in this vast field of vision.
The vast sea receded, and the powerful corpses that followed the waves disappeared inexplicably. This should have been a victory, but the creatures on the snowfield ushered in a more terrifying existence.
A small boat.
The broken wooden board and half of the oar slowly slid from the north of the river to the depths of the snowfield. Judging from its appearance, one even doubted whether this small boat could stay on the water normally. There were tens of millions of wooden boats like this on the riverbanks in the past. They were no different from the most common fishermen's boats. To be honest, they were even more worn out than the ordinary ones.
It's just such a broken wooden boat.
Destroyed everything.
When the wind and snow passed, only the cold corpses were left on the snow, pushed into mountains.
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"I'm a little disappointed." On the wooden boat, the old man whispered. The small fish floating beside him turned around and jumped into the river.
These luminous fish make the boat seem to be held up by the stars and the water is rippling, as if there is a starry sky hidden under the water.
The fish tore apart the white behemoth, taking away her flesh, strength, and life.
The white bear, called Mother Earth by the people of the Winter Palace, became a huge skeleton.
"I thought there were many creatures like that ferocious tiger in this snowfield, but it seems that this is the only one?" The old man stroked his beard, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the fish under the canoe.
"It's no big deal if it's missing one-tenth or two."
On the snow in the distance, Xie Miao protected the woman behind him. His body was covered with blood and his body was almost broken, but he still raised his head and stared at the old man on the canoe.
The princess behind him was ashen-faced. It was a miracle that she could still stand after witnessing the scene where the king who protected them was eaten. It was a miracle that her spirit did not collapse. But at the same time, the princess kept asking a question in her mind, the only hope that allowed them to persist until now.
For this kind of thing, is the matrix buried at the bottom of the Hermitage really useful? Something that can kill Naenta easily, and even Siza may die in the hands of the opponent. Will the matrix really have any effect? She didn't dare to deny it, because once she denied this conclusion, she might not be able to guarantee that she could still maintain her mental health.
But she couldn't comfort herself either.
"Walking in the Netherworld, are you still sizing me up and holding on to unnecessary expectations?" the old man said with a smile.
He looked at Semyon with bright eyes. The fish have long since eaten him, but he can still maintain his appearance. Dark energy continued to spread from his wounds, and the blood gradually turned from red into pure spiritual power.
"I remember that there is a ghost in Kyushu. Were you sent by her to protect that girl?" The old man pointed at the huge collapsed skeleton on the snowfield, and then pointed at Xie Miao, "One is Chengmian, the other is Netherworld Walking, it seems that this girl is very important to you. What is your so-called Winter Palace Matrix?”
Semyon's eyes widened.
He turned around suddenly, and saw that the young princess's expression was dull and her eyes were dull.
He realized that he had overlooked one thing. Even with his protection and blocking most of the influence from the ancestors, this girl could not face an unshakable person, even if the other person was just an incarnation. The unparalleled pressure finally crushed the girl, which allowed the other party to examine everything.
But suddenly, thunder sounded!
The wind and snow hold our breath, and the heaven and earth listen quietly to the thunder! Cyan lightning flashed deep in the clouds, outlining a god-like shadow!
The god bowed his head, roared, and finally crashed to the ground, raising snow and dust.
Lightning flickered in the snow and dust, and a huge shadow rose.
"Roar——!"
The giant pale tiger tore through the snow curtain and smashed its giant palm into the ground. At the same time, the black markings on her body flowed, showing a battlefield, with ghosts howling, soldiers on the hills piled with corpses, shadows dancing, they picked up the swords on the hills and walked towards the world. The old man's drooped eyelids finally lifted slightly and he became more interested, "Oh, it seems the fishes still have bait."
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On the top of the Himalayas, lotus flowers quiver.
Bingfeng lowered her head and noticed the emotions coming from Lotus.
It's fear.
As she said, the knowledge and reason that Snow Lotus possesses come from ancient earth lines, but she herself is not ancient, she is just a newborn lotus, and she can even be called a child.
She might have seen something again with the help of ley lines, and that scene made her uncontrollably frightened.
"Did they lose?" Bingfeng asked.
She could think that Tianzhu's side was defeated. After all, according to various records and descriptions, the ancestor named Chunyang Fuyou was too powerful, and it was almost inevitable that Tianzhu's side would lose.
But it's too fast.
The most powerful person in Lianhua's narrative is Chengmian who also mastered the original law. Bingfeng knew that Tianzhu's side had also encountered the invasion of ancient monks, but those kings blocked and defeated them. This means that they are more powerful than Yan Kingdom. Kings have nothing to lose.
For a moment, Bingfeng still couldn't believe that such a powerful creature was defeated at such a speed, so she asked.
She got a response.
"Yes, they lost." The voice that came was a little trembling. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. The man with the Scarlet Blood Tiange on his knees also opened his eyes and looked here.
Snowdrop seemed to be reminiscing, but the memory was not kind to her.
Enough to call it a nightmare.
"The Ming Dynasty shed blood, and finally all the green feathers were scattered. He forcibly peeled off the Buddha statue in the eyes of thousands of people, awakening the carvings of time in that world."
"The marks of time..." Bingfeng pondered.
The memory hidden between heaven and earth records a certain fragment or power of the past years. Because those powers are extremely powerful, they are remembered by heaven and earth and cannot be dissipated to this day. As far as she knew, most of these time marks came from the hidden era, and they were also things that Snow Lotus said were taboo.
"Then what?"
"All the Buddhas in the sky have reappeared in the Pure Land." Lian Hua said, "And a living Buddha collapsed his golden body, allowing a real Buddha sitting cross-legged to open his eyes and condense his entity. This is almost equivalent to transforming the ancient Buddha into a pure land. The Buddha summoned us to this world to create unspeakable great goodness.”
Bingfeng was silent. She already knew the result and did not ask any more questions. But in the face of such a scenario, is there still nothing that can be done to hinder the other party?
The stronger the methods of the Ming Dynasty King and the living Buddha, the colder Bingfeng's heart becomes, because she is not stronger than those two people. She may be stronger, but she can't surpass it by much.
But she finally looked at Lianhua, she wanted to know about the ancestor.
What method did Zu use to defeat this murderous situation.
Snowdrop paused for a long time.
It took so long that the wind and snow buried the land where Bingfeng stood before, and even the mole in the distance frowned.
"He slashed his sword and ended everything."
It's a little late, but there will be some tomorrow.
(End of chapter)