Chapter 313 75. The Land of Chaos
In the ice field, in the wind and snow, the two faced each other.
Cyan lightning flashed, and in the distance, there was a huge statue of a god. Fluorescent fish swam beside it, neighing, and they were even eating the snow dust raised.
Qingyan roared, and the rich plasma almost turned into liquid and left her body, killing the strange little fish that had penetrated her body and draining it out along with the blood from the wound.
She seems to have seen these things before, on Nanzhu, but the school of fish beside Nanzhu is far from that powerful. The school of fish she is facing at the moment seems to be able to eat everything, and does not take any life in her eyes. Everything, whether living or dead, is food.
The old man sat calmly in front of the canoe, with his head lowered and his face covered by a bamboo hat.
He was careless.
"My child, get out of the way. You are not short of food, and the fish are full. Why waste your life?"
Qingyan roared low and finally killed all the small fish in her body. She spat out blood foam, and there was bright red blood between her sharp teeth. These fish not only devoured her flesh and blood, but also devoured her spiritual energy veins. This It is not only the damage to flesh and blood that makes Qing Yan's spiritual energy flow blocked, it is very fatal. At least, for Qing Yan at this moment, it is too dangerous to deal with an ancestor like this.
Did Siza die like this? Qingyan thought inexplicably.
Siza was so similar to her that she would think of how Siza would handle this situation.
Probably when he roars and pounces on him, his demons will also swarm him. According to Siza's words, everyone has their younger brother, and no one is afraid of anyone. But Siza lost, and the white-faced birds brought back the news of Siza's death. Qing Yan didn't even know how this bastard died.
Suddenly, Qing Yan recalled something he had ignored.
The Chengmian King inherits the original power of heaven and earth, possesses ancient authority from heaven and earth, and symbolizes something in nature. What are the five elements of Nanzhu, the volcano of Tongmingzuo, and the authority of Xizha? Those overwhelming ghosts? No, she also has this kind of magical power, and probably all tigers will have such power when they rise to a certain level. So, what does Siza symbolize?
Snowfield? glacier? Or killing?
Qing Yan had no time to think about this. The terrible neighing sound sounded again. The statue just lowered its head and looked down without any movement. The fish rushed up, and wherever they passed, the wind and snow disappeared and were swallowed up. , so their figures are extremely clear, like the Milky Way flowing in the sky.
Huaxing Ichthyosaurus.
They were stars in more ancient times!
The extremely brilliant and beautiful colors bring about a frightening death. Weird neighing sounds echoed, the green flames roared, the green thunder light collided with the flowing Milky Way in the sky, and the charred corpses of fish kept falling, but more ichthyosaurs broke through the thunder prison, swam towards the green flames, and opened their mouths , even if they had swallowed a crowned creature not long ago, they were still hungry.
What the old man said about being full was just to make Qing Yan retreat. He didn't want to waste any more fish.
How could a creature like the Star Ichthyosaur be full? Before they became stars, they were hungry all the time!
The moment before the first ichthyosaur was about to touch Qingyan, a dark arm held the slender body of the star ichthyosaur. The palms were closed, and with a crisp cracking sound, the arm held the star ichthyosaur. The dragon was crushed into pieces.
More than just one scene.
The school of fish broke through the Thunder Prison, but they did not break through Qingyan's power. She still has the battlefield and the dead souls at her disposal!
The dead souls crawled out from the black streaks of green flames, accompanied by the smell of blood, and they let out shrill roars. Just as Siza said, everyone has guys under their hands, who is afraid of whom?
"Roar——!" The green flame tiger's palm hit the ground, and the black battlefield spread out.
The old man on the canoe raised his bamboo hat in an arc with his hands, just enough to reveal his bright blue eye. His cheeks were so old and flabby, but he had eyes that were bluer and more magnificent than the sea.
"Is it so similar?" he asked.
But the more powerful tiger lost, so what could she do?
The Milky Way is flowing, the wind and snow have subsided, and there has probably never been such a clear and clear sky in the depths of this snowfield. The fish have swallowed up everything around them, including the clouds. They have even swallowed up the earth. The place where the old man's wooden boat is located A river really flows in the sky.
Xie Miao hugged the princess and looked up to the front. The dark battlefield and ghosts formed a defense line. In front of him was the brilliant rainbow light that exploded. Those lights were the broken scales of the fish. Facing the strange school of fish that devoured Naenta, the giant pale tiger actually had the upper hand.
"Dong——!" Someone knocked, like the sound of a wooden board being gently buckled in a bamboo tube.
Xie Miao was stunned. He saw the cloudless sky lit up with fire.
It's raining.
Star shower.
Can even a human body walking around the world call the stars so casually? Xie Miao subconsciously hugged the princess tightly and backed away slowly. The old man was right. He was a ghost walker, but in essence, he was a selected human being. The ghost walk was just an identity given to him to communicate with the ghosts. There are many others in the world. People who were similar to him were chosen to act as eyes and ears for the being behind the gate of hell. He was shaking.
In fear.
No one could face this sight without feeling frightened, the fire lighting up the sky, just a thought, and the stars falling.
But the blue sky suddenly darkened, as if someone had drawn darkness over the world.
Silver light splashed on the earth, and Xie Miao caught a glimpse of his own shadow on the ground. The sky suddenly became dark. At this moment, the light source was behind him. He slowly turned his head, his cheeks illuminated.
A silver full moon rises on the distant horizon, and wolves are engraved on the huge silver millstone.
The wind comes from the direction of the moon, bringing the fragrance of green grass that does not belong to the snowfield.
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The ruins of the continent, a huge land plate inserted into the seabed, with one end raised high, the soil on the surface gradually detached and slid into the sea water.
There was a vast ocean there.
This is just one of them. There are even larger land masses that have fallen into the depths of the ocean, like giants lying on the sea surface, with mist transpiring and shrouded in mist.
King Daming used his remaining spiritual energy to see clearly the creature standing in the center of the ruins.
Still the same man.
Holding the sword in his hand, his waist was straight, and his white robe was dancing lightly in the sea breeze. There wasn't even a trace of blood on his body, and his white clothes were not stained by dust, but instead fell with snow-like traces in the wind. The shimmering snow quickly melted into the ruins and fog. The man lowered his head and remained silent. The majesty he exuded was more like a god than the tall and boundless statue.
"A land of chaos, a picture book of red dragons, a Kunlun immortal I have never seen before."
"And now, after everything is shattered, there is a...dragon." The man raised his eyes and looked forward. In the mist, two golden candles burned quietly, overlooking him. The mist was moving because a huge thing was bringing up the wind. You can see endless winding shadows circling, and the scales rub against each other to make a loud roar, which even covers the tide.
He looked at the sword in his hand.
This sword is this body.
Pulling out this sword means that his journey to Kyushu has come to an end, and his body will wither in this world before long.
That Immortal is very powerful. At least, in Chunyang Fuyou's memory, there has never been such a powerful Immortal. Even the great priest of Kunlun does not have this kind of power. The other party's level of weirdness is even higher than what he has seen before. Taoist saint.
If he purely relied on the power of this present incarnation, he should disappear into that chaotic land. But the land of chaos does not reside in Kyushu. After drawing the sword, he completely crossed the border there. The power of the nine images fully blossomed, tearing the sky apart.
But this is just waiting for the red dragon catalog to burn out and everything to return to normal.
There was nothing he could do against the Immortal.
The opponent forced him to draw his sword, but he could only draw it.
So, what now?
Chunyang Fuyou looked at the golden candle burning in the mist, raised his arm slightly, and lifted his sword off the ground.
"Even if you disappear, there is still some time. Will you survive, Jiaolong?"
Tomorrow I have a class defense, please protect me()
(End of chapter)