Chapter 315 77. Statue of precious gold crown
There is white mist containing ice crystals floating from a distance, as light as a layer of gauze.
Sibu Zhuo saw shadows moving in the white mist.
These white mists rose suddenly from behind them, and she could feel that these things were related to her kind in the sky. Just as hot sand rains down under her feathers, her kind flutters to bring ice and white mist, and... Sibu Zhuo squinted her eyes, and she caught the mysterious humanoid creature in the white mist.
They were in groups, with figures as slender as women, their heads lowered, and a holy white gauze like snow fell from their heads, covering their faces and bodies.
As they walked, the ice spread, submerging large tracts of land.
The roaring and rushing river is still, and the painful people fall asleep. The cold quilt makes the quilt, but there is warmth permeating people's sleeping dreams. Sibu Zhuo remembered something. She had seen such a description in an ancient book. It was a fairy from the ice and snow, and the world named it "Snow Girl". It lives in the deep mountains, is no different from humans, and has a stunningly beautiful appearance. It often attracts men who enter the snow-capped mountains to kiss them in deserted places. While kissing, they completely freeze them and take away their souls for consumption.
The person who is tempted will not feel cold even in the ice and snow. Instead, a heat wave will rise from his soul, making him unable to help but take off his clothes.
Everything currently presented in front of Sibu Zhuo is surprisingly similar to the legends and allusions.
But the warmth that symbolizes the message of death has become a reality. The arrival of the Snow Girl puts all the spirits into a deep sleep, and wraps their souls in warmth under the cold ice.
Visitors from the snow-capped mountains, are they her people?
Siwu Zhuo turned around and looked in the direction of the ruins. The iron green bird screamed loudly, and thousands of swords rained down. The sea surface instantly froze and turned into ice hundreds of meters thick. Then the fight between them shattered and shattered the ice. into huge icebergs.
Sibu Zhuo's blood is also burning.
But she was temporarily unable to spread her wings.
If she could, she thought, maybe she would see icy rain and hot sand falling together.
"That one is she." King Ming said.
"We are backed by that ancient and huge sacred mountain. Nearby, even the people of Tianzhu worship it as a god and pray for the name of the Snow God. Others call it the emperor of wind and snow, who controls winter and cold. The monarch. I have passed through that pure land of snowy mountains and have never interacted with it, but her name is too loud in that area.”
"They are awakening the marks in heaven and earth."
"But the marks of heaven and earth are useless in front of the ancestors. It violated the taboo. We lost a lot, but we still failed."
"No!" King Daming said in a deep voice, "That's more than one clip!"
"That bridge!"
"That bridge is so strange. It clearly exists, but it is separated from reality by a wall. If it is some kind of indentation in the sky and earth, it is too close, terrifyingly close, so close!"
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After King Ming finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He saw ice crystals and white mist filling the air, saturating the fragmented land, as if he was in a dream. The blood-stained Peacock King Ming's breathing began to slow down, but at the same time, the flow of blood from the wound also stopped. He lost all his feathers and the millions of Buddhas under them. He was already very fragile, but his nerves were tight and he couldn't relax, until now.
White mist shrouded the snow maidens surrounding the behemoth and hummed. This made King Daming's soul feel as if he had fallen into a hot spring, and warmth flowed through his body.
His tense nerves relaxed and his vision darkened.
Sibu Zhuo could understand the songs whispered by the snow girls. They sang in unison: "Weary souls, this is the destination, sleep peacefully...sleep peacefully!"
The snowflakes were flying and snow dust was swirling. Under the singing of the snow girls in unison, King Ming fell asleep like all spirits. His huge wings folded and the pure white Buddha light disappeared. He lowered his head and his expression gradually relaxed. The white mist extends, with complex lines forming a hotbed. The decisive battle with Zu and the many bad traces of calling for taboos actually faded away from his body, and the wind and snow washed away all the scars on his body, whether bright or dark.
This is... Sibu Zhuo lost her mind.
It seems that the world has a deep misunderstanding of the king on the snow mountain, and it can even be said that they have never had a deep understanding of him.
The world regards her as the great god of praying for snow, but the wind and snow are just the medium through which she imparts her power.
Her real power should be...purification!
Like the snow blowing by, it carries away the holiness of dust.
The sound of singing gradually approached, and the white mist filled the air. The Snow Maiden approached Siwu Zhuo, and they raised their heads slightly to look at this unparalleled bird.
The king who unleashes bliss.
Sibu Zhuo shook her head and signaled the snow girls not to worry about her.
She has not yet reached the point where the Ming Dynasty King is about to die. Her process of touching the taboo of bliss is forcibly interrupted. The mysterious creature that suddenly appears does not know what it did. Bliss, a taboo that she started and had no intention of stopping. In other words, once this thing was opened, she couldn't control its closing.
But Siwu Zhuo still remembers that extremely weird scene. The young man in red clothes reached out and casually held the Yin Yang bottle in his hand, just like playing with an ordinary object.
And the next moment, the bliss receded.
She fell to earth.
Forcibly interrupted from bliss, she suffered extremely terrible trauma, but compared to burning up in bliss, this result was already the most perfect one.
So her condition is much better than that of King Ming.
The Pengniao can still build the Paradise Tree and stay here to witness this war that spans tens of millions of years. She explained to the snow girls in the ancient language spread on the snow mountains.
The snow girls bowed and retreated.
They continued to walk on this devastated land accompanied by the mist, soothing those extremely tired souls, singing songs in low voices all the way, and gradually drifted away.
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Completely opposite to the peace on earth. Deep in the ruins, there was a roar.
The giant beasts fell and got up again, and the dragon's roar shook the sky.
Chunyang Fuyou's eyes were still dull. He looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the red shadow high up.
At this moment, most of his clothes were scattered, and his legs had become illusory. The only solid thing was the arm, the arm holding the sword. Every move Chunyang Fuyou makes now will be accompanied by flying fragments, but the pressure it brings becomes more and more huge. It seems that the closer he is to returning, the more unscrupulous he will be with his sword.
"I wanted to keep some to deal with the cornerstone of the ghost gate." He said.
"It doesn't have to be this way now, you won't give me this chance."
Horrible.
He noticed that the opponent's strength was rising rapidly!
But it shouldn't be.
Although they were unable to observe what happened after the appearance of the Chaos Earth, Chunyang Fuyou pulled out the Chunyang Sword hidden in his body. His means of maintaining his incarnation was no longer there. He should die and return as time passes. !
But that's not the case.
Chunyang Fuyou raised his sword.
The fog spreads, the sea of clouds opens, and the sea water spreads out for more than a thousand miles from the center!
The power of the ancestors is growing, and the heaven and earth are mourning. This is a power far beyond the common sense today!
Zhu subconsciously looked at the red dragon high up. In the pair of flickering golden candles, he sensed that the other party must know something.
Li Xian tensed up his nerves.
He did know why.
Chunyang Fuyou used nine images in that chaotic land. He was not in the land of Kyushu, and there was no boundary wall. He was an immortal, and the other party was unshakable! The power that Chunyang Fuyou brought to this world has not been wasted there. The Immortal asked him to draw his sword and enter the countdown, but the power of the opponent has not changed. He is still the incarnation of the ancestor who came here!
He had been waiting for this moment.
Chunyang Fuyou is also waiting.
His goal from beginning to end was to destroy the Gate of Hell and the cornerstone of the present world, and Li Xi'an was waiting for the moment when the other party gave up destroying the Gate of Hell.
Now, he succeeded.
But he will definitely face Chunyang's sword!
OK?
There seemed to be a voice asking myself in the bottom of my heart.
Not a bad idea!
he answered.
What rises together with Zu's fighting spirit is a golden glow like a river and sea! A large bronze cauldron hangs above Li Xi'an's head. The seal script flows, outlining the ancient green mountains, the Taoist lineage all the way up the bluestone steps, and the figures and many creatures who bend down to worship. Looking up, he noticed that there were more images in these scenes than before. He caught a glimpse of a towering mountain, a vast sea, and the Blood Moon Demon Realm.
It's... what it looks like in the ancient world.
During that time, the red dragon preached to the world and finally engraved those living beings on the tripod.
There was a trace of ripples in Chunyang Fuyou Gujing Wubo's eyes.
Like a stone dropped into the well water, a huge and majestic shadow was reflected in the rippling water patterns.
The red dragon hovered, and after that, the tall and mighty statue slowly stood up.
Wearing thousands of stacks of armor, his face is covered with gold, he twists a horizontal flute in one hand, and hangs a sword upside down in the other. Golden light surrounds him, like flowing clouds and flames. The flames burned, shining brightly, and finally put on a crown of thorns.
The people on the tripod whispered his name.
"Image of precious gold crown!"
(End of chapter)