In the dispute between Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang, they broke their contract and unleashed a power beyond all.
Under this kind of power, the gods can only bow their heads and sigh.
At this moment, in the battlefield, only a sky-reaching flame giant collided with a golden dragon. Spirits were hovering around them. The fight between the two emperors almost inadvertently deprived all other creatures of the right to use spirits.
The sky is empty, and no gods can hang in the air to observe the battle like before.
Shennong overwhelmed Xuanyuan.
Every time the flame giant waved the divine whip in his hand, he defeated a rising piece of loess sandstone. This loess symbolized Xuanyuan's territory. It can be seen that the power of the fire is expanding, while the power of the earth and stone is gradually retreating.
The divine whip struck the golden dragon's body, stirring up a symphony of fire and stone, creating pillars of fire that erupted from the depths of the earth. The pillar of fire shot straight into the sky, dyeing the clouds and sky crimson, and rained down ashes as white as snow.
The creatures lying on the ground could only observe the ashes falling on the ground with the corners of their eyes, but they did not melt like snow. Instead, they piled up, filling the entire earth with a dead gray color. Because those creatures were lying on the ground, their backs and heads were covered with a layer of gray and white, as if all the living creatures in the world were wearing a shroud.
Wearing white clothes, who are you mourning for?
Xuanyuan's heart sank slightly.
The yellow dragon soared into the sky, and fragments of the shattered earth floated toward him, making up for its damaged scales.
Xuanyuan lowered his head and stared at the flame giant. Between the eyebrows of the flame giant, Shennong was also looking at him. The emperor in red armor smiled and chanted the divine text slowly, each syllable hitting Xuanyuan's chest like a heavy hammer.
Emperor Yan's spirit is covering it.
As the ashes fall, they quickly take over.
Xuanyuan marveled that Shennong was still as powerful as he remembered.
The yellow dragon opened its teeth and claws, roared, and expanded its scales. The golden spirit twisted into gold and stone-like particles and suspended around the dragon's body. The gold and stone fell, soared in the process of falling, and became meteorites!
He wanted to overturn the ground of this battlefield and directly break the situation where Emperor Yan took the lead.
At this point, any external force is no longer useful. The fight between the two emperors can only be ended by the victory of one of them.
The meteorite fell as promised.
The two emperors restrained their spirits at the same moment, and the restrictions between heaven and earth were instantly lifted. Priests and monks from both sides were able to use their magic to withdraw from the shattered battlefield.
"That's not right!" Shennong's high priest suddenly opened his eyes.
He shouted out the questions and fears in his heart almost in a roaring tone——
"The spirit still does not belong to us!"
The righteous god with the fruit position was more frightened than the emperor's warriors.
Because they knew better than these creatures that the two emperors had clearly restrained their spiritual power to release the constraints of heaven and earth on them. These two are now really fighting, and now the rest of the people are not even qualified to stay on this battlefield and watch.
But the fact is that their bodies are like carrying mountains on their backs as before, and the spirits flowing in their bodies are almost stagnant. Unable to move, the spirits between heaven and earth are majestic and vast, but none of them belong to living beings other than the emperor.
They could only feel the pressure as if the sky was collapsing. Those meteorites illuminated everything in the darkened world, as bright as several suns falling above their heads.
The meteor will destroy this battlefield and destroy them as well.
Shennong, who was sitting cross-legged between the flame giant's eyebrows, watched the falling trajectory of the meteor and seemed to notice something.
The restrictions between heaven and earth had not been lifted, and the two emperors could not let their people die under this power, so the emperor's spirit began to boil again, the flames burned, and the metal and stone roared.
The flame giant wielded the divine whip, and the meteorites shattered one after another, turning into a rain of fire all over the sky. Finally, he suddenly used the divine whip to hit the yellow dragon in the sky.
The yellow dragon entrenched its body, and the undestroyed meteorite smashed straight into the flame giant.
Light is like a rising tide.
The giant sword cut through the air and let out a sword roar, and bright light and flames were cut open at this moment.
The next moment, the blade of the simple and thick brass-colored giant sword appeared above the head of the flame giant. Xuanyuan was stunned. The sword cut open the top of the flame giant's head without any obstruction. The shadow of Xuanyuan Sword has enveloped Shennong's whole body!
Before the sword destroyed everything, Xuanyuan heard the laughter from Shennong.
Darkness struck again, as if someone had snuffed out the lamps in the world.
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Li Xi'an reached out and took the ashes falling from his head.
After observing it, crush the ashes in your hands into powder.
The bronze lamp is getting brighter and brighter.
He had no intention of disturbing the fight between the two emperors or brothers, but the sudden light of the bronze lamp still attracted others' attention. Someone saw him.
People from Shennong's side recognized him.
People on the Xuanyuan side were wary of this visitor who did not belong to any side.
But no matter which side they were from, or which side they were gods from, they were extremely tired and weak at the moment, and they no longer had much spare time to care about Li Xi'an, an outsider. Under the pressure of the previous natural disaster, the crisis of life and death tightened their nerves into a broken string.
The spirit of the Imperial Sect turned this place into a huge whirlpool, and the people in this whirlpool were constantly torn apart.
The transparent grease burning in the bronze lamp gave off a strange fragrance. Li Xi'an held the bronze lamp and stepped into the central area of the battlefield. Where he walked, the tight strings of the tired people began to loosen without any warning. As Li Xi'an fell asleep, more and more creatures fell, like a wheat field weighed down by the wind.
The great priest of Emperor Yan on the chariot looked at Li Xi'an and whispered: "Mighty Lord Bichen Long."
People firmly believe that language has magic power, just like the writing of the origin of civilization, the inscriptions read and understood from those ancient stone tablets.
People unearthed powers on the stone tablets that were not of this world, not even of this era. Nowadays, the concept of cultivating spirits and practicing has been popularized and deepened from top to bottom, but it is unknown that at the time of its origin, people drank hair and blood and brutally decided the outcome with spears.
The same goes for names. Some names will attract something as soon as they are pronounced.
The high priest did not know that this name did not belong to Li Xi'an at all, but came from the long-dead true dragon of the old era.
He just said it with awe.
In the eyes of the high priest, the dragon king held up the bronze lamp, the light was dim, and invisible clouds were wrapped around him. The sleeping creatures are protected by it, as if he brings peace.
"Mighty Light Bichen Dragon Lord." The shouts of respect spread like ripples, and many creatures read this name.
Because he truly brings peace.
The noisy world stopped in front of him, and in the darkness, he was the only one who held up the lamp and brought light.
Emperor Lian did the same, calling out the name in a low voice.
Xuanyuan said: "Mighty Light Bichen Dragon Lord, why are you here?"
Li Xi'an raised the bronze lamp slightly. The flame giant had already collapsed, and the light illuminated Shennong under the giant sword.
The emperor is smiling.
The Xuanyuan Sword did not fall and split the tiny him in two. This was not because his brother put away his murderous intent at the last moment, but because on the edge of the sword, the arms covered with red iron scales stretched out and strangled Huang Long's throat. , blocking the Xuanyuan Sword's cutting action like a chain.
Shennong was stronger than Xuanyuan. From the very beginning, he showed overwhelming strength that made Xuanyuan dare not relax at all until the sword was struck.
Xuanyuan didn't know that he had an agreement with this Dragon Lord.
After the battle, he told Long Jun all the secrets. Of course, the premise was that he could survive and return to Chendi alive.
It's very simple to ask you to join the game, it's a conspiracy.
Shennong never thought about winning.
Taihang Baxing locked Huanglong and let Xuanyuan Sword slowly escape from Shennong's head.
"You are finally here." Shen Nong sent a message, wrapped in a secret technique. Xuanyuan was not far away, but he could not hear a single word clearly.
There was a smile on Shen Nong's face as if his plan had succeeded. He did not want victory and was not afraid of death. He just wants to drag Li Xi'an into this game, so that Long Jun, who does not belong to this era, can truly step into this piece of history and carve a piece of the past. What happens after that will determine his understanding of the years.
Has history been changed, or is history the same as it was when the Dragon King walked through it?
"Looking back at the history in your memory, who did you play?" Shennong said.
Li Xi'an stood silently, looking at everything around him, thinking about something completely different from Shennong's.
He inevitably stepped into the torrent of history.
This is a familiar history.
The great figures of this era, without exception, have been written down by reincarnation in future generations, in order to unintentionally serve as a way for the world to understand the secrets. The world calls it a myth, but some people know it to be true.
He stood here, standing in the center of this battlefield, but there had never been a real dragon in the mythical era in the history books.
No.
Li Xi'an thought of something.
He looked at Shennong and asked, "Have you ever seen a real dragon with wings on its back?"