In the wilderness far away from the world, there is only dust and sand.
Occasionally, the wind blows the dust and sand into the shape of waves. The sand moves outward in layers in the direction of the wind, as if it is eager for the wind to take them for a ride and bring them to a place where they can see rain.
But there is no rain here.
Not to mention here, it has not rained in the world for several years.
The blazing sun was scorching the earth, but soon, thick black clouds could be seen rolling in from all directions, blocking the sun, and turning day into night in a few breaths. After the sky and the earth completely darkened, you could observe the flickering thunder light in the black clouds. The thunder snakes roared in the clouds, and several of the thunder lights fell to the earth. The dust and sand collapsed, and the ground sunken, forming a bottomless black abyss. .
Mo Lan sat cross-legged in the air.
The Imperial Realm is released without reservation.
Around him, within a radius of ten miles, pitch-black ink was swaying, as if someone was holding a pen in the void, drawing a picture of insects, fish, birds, beasts, mountains and rivers. With a radius of ten miles, the entire imperial realm was compressed to the extreme, forming an absolute pure land that belonged to him.
The elves of ink and wash danced around Mo Lan. These creatures that he had given souls to were active, but in the depths of his eyes, a hint of death inevitably flashed.
His life is about to end.
After staying at the extreme realm of the Emperor's Dao for nearly a thousand years, he could not find the slightest opportunity. Looking around, there was no way to go, and there was darkness ahead. Since practicing Taoism, Mo Lan understands that if he walks towards the darkness, he will surely fall into the bottomless abyss. But he had no choice. Since the Imperial Ancestral Temple was willing to give him this opportunity, to give him this opportunity to peek into the future, he had to take a gamble.
I don't doubt the motives of the Ancestral Temple, let alone the reputation of the Ancestral Temple. Furthermore, as far as those great witches and the Supervisor of Heaven are concerned, he has nothing to plan.
Thinking of this, Mo Lan looked at Dadi.
On the endless dust and sand, Youdao's figure stood out.
Wearing a long black coat, the long tail extending from behind hooked up the wine bottle. A long red sword was inserted beside him, and the residual warmth from the sword was warming his wine.
The spirit of the current Supervisor Tiansi of Taimiao Temple is also the Dragon God of Dongting Lake. This is Mo Lan's only known ancestor in the past thousand years. Even though there are rumors that this dragon god failed to overcome the tribulation, his true ancestral body was incomplete, and in the end he was willing to turn into a ghost and god in the Ancestral Temple in order to preserve his consciousness and supernatural powers.
But he is the ancestor after all, and among the ghosts and gods in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, he is respected as "Tie Tian".
Mo Lan noticed that the lightning that roared in the world and destroyed the world never fell around the other party. He sat calmly in the sea of thunder and did not stop drinking.
"Ha." Mo Lan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Jie Yun.
This is his destiny.
Regardless of success or failure.
He had to face this thing eventually.
"Boom——!" The first tribulation thunder rose.
A blazing white thunder snake penetrates the sky and the earth!
The man growled, and drew out a black and white paintbrush, which was his natural weapon. The lightning fell, and at the moment of contact, cracks appeared on the pen. Mo Lan immediately turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood. Mo Lan chanted the spell in a low voice, and the Imperial Dao Realm roared. The ink creatures raised in it rushed towards the thunder light with open teeth and claws. For a moment, the sky was filled with the color of water and ink.
But the ink color lasted only for a breath.
The thunder light wiped out the ink creatures, and even the wails and roars could not be heard. This thunder snake continues to extend, seeming to tear apart Mo Lan's imperial domain!
This is the catastrophe of the ancestors, the ultimate realm of the emperor's way, and this proud cultivation in the world cannot shake it in the slightest. Mayflies shake the trees, and mantis arms act like chariots.
"Rumble——!" said the second one.
Mo Lan's soul felt as if it was split open by lightning at this moment. Everywhere he could sense was filled with falling thunder, a vast ocean, and every ripple in the ocean was a sea of thunder!
"Your Excellency!" he roared.
Mo Lan couldn't continue and wanted to call the red dragon!
This was his agreement with the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
The red dragon will help him block the next three thunder tribulations, and he will not care about life or death from now on. This is something that goes against heaven. Even for Tietian ghosts and gods, Huanghuang Tianwei is the last thing that should be touched. In fact, Mo Lan instinctively sensed the strangeness, but he couldn't refuse such a temptation. Just as he thought at first, there was no treasure in his body worth the high price paid by the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
There was a rustling sound.
It was extremely sudden in the roaring thunder, like someone turning an umbrella under the sea of thunder.
Mo Lan was unable to sense the outside world, so he couldn't see that Li Xi'an had already stood up, gently put away the wine bottle hooked up by his tail tip, and raised the red long sword. "Continue to overcome the tribulation, beyond the clouds of tribulation, don't look, don't listen...and don't ask." The young voice suddenly sounded in Mo Lan's ears, and then the lightning burst.
The scene in front of him subverted Mo Lan's understanding.
The red dragon did not even use its huge body, and only used its human form to raise its sword to disperse the calamity thunder. The tiny human figure was almost invisible between the sky and the earth, imprinted by the blazing thunder, but he cut through the lightning so easily. The rippling crimson light overwhelmed the sea of blazing white thunder, and the oppressive black clouds seemed to disperse, leaving only the vast fire cloud, like a dragon hidden deep in the sky. This fire-like cloud was his breath.
In the fire cloud, Mo Lan saw his back.
A back as straight as a sword.
"This is the same thing." Li Xi'an said.
The scorching red light illuminated half of his profile, and the dragon's branches stretched out between his forehead, beneath which were a pair of dark golden pupils. Being stared at by these eyes, Mo Lan didn't even care about his injuries and hurriedly bowed to salute. But when he heard the thunder again and stood up, the figure in front of him had already disappeared. Looking back towards Chensha, he saw a familiar place. There was no trace of the warm wine either.
The sense of fragmentation deep in my soul has subsided a lot.
Mo Lan remembered the rustling sound of the umbrella he heard when the thunderbolt fell. This time, the sound disappeared.
He looked up and saw that the sky was dark and thunder was flashing, but at a certain moment, the light of thunder and lightning would reflect the huge and winding shadow deep in the calamity cloud.
Thunder strikes again.
The sea of thunder overwhelmed his sight, and Mo Lan could no longer think about what the huge shadow in the calamity cloud was.
…………
He heard roaring.
Also like howling.
The dark clouds turned blood red.
It was as if a giant was injured, and the black cloud was his robe. At this moment, along the wound, blood continued to gush out and out, dyeing the black cloud red.
The realm of the Imperial Dao was shattered by the tribulation thunder, and the life weapon was also destroyed by the tribulation thunder.
He no longer had any magical power to resist the next thunderstorm, and the sense of fragmentation deep in his soul became stronger each time, which made him unable to tell whether the roars and cries came from the outside world or his soul.
He doesn't know.
He didn't want to know either.
The sky seemed to be oozing with blood, and scarlet rain and tribulation thunder arrived in the world together.
Mo Lan called unconsciously.
"Your Excellency..." Even the voice was barely audible.
There was a sudden sound between heaven and earth, and the calamity thunder that was supposed to arrive as scheduled was blocked.
He barely opened one eye, and what he saw was not scarlet rain or red clouds, but a bright blue palm.
The texture of this palm is like ice crystals, but it has the properties of iron and jade. It is so big that it covers the sky and the sun. The world-destroying thunderbolt jumps manically in the palm, but it cannot jump an inch out of the palm. From Mo Lan's perspective, the palm holding the thunder was like holding a sun. The light cast shadows, outlining wrists and arms, extending to above the clouds, where he could no longer see them.
"Second way." Someone said.
Roars and howls suddenly poured into Mo Lan's ears. Only then did he realize that those sounds were not an illusion caused by the pain of his soul.
The clouds are not dyed red for no reason.
That was really blood.
The red dragon is killing something.
I could have made it earlier, but I had a stomachache (_)