A sudden roar in the echo sound, and the butterflies like hallucinations flew out in the thick smoke of Chiao, and each carried a piece of Mars. The fire that was about to fall into Chiao was held up by the butterflies. The other two human and demonic forces, together with the other noises in the echo sound, were all led by the butterflies, along with the ancient earth veins, and flew towards the direction of Biquan Mountain.

The pathway is almost always accompanied by descendants of the Witch Human race before the echo sound equipment. Coincidentally, the Witch Human race is closest to the human race. Although the descendants are also "specially capable people", they often do not show any special qualities if they lose the inheritance of the spell. Most of them have entered logistics departments such as the aftermath department.

These logistics officers felt something and looked around, but there was nothing, only a breeze.

Only Ping Qianru felt someone touching her hair. She turned her head inexplicably, and saw a thin boy flashing and disappearing suddenly.

It can ignite the energy of Chiyuan to release the flood, and rush towards Biquan Mountain, razing most of the Biquan Mountains to the ground.

The cover of the ancient tomb was lifted, and the light of dawn leaked. The heavy feeling of something pressing on Xuan Ji's body suddenly disappeared - the disappearing wings suddenly spread out, and the power came back!

But before he could fly up, the demonic energy on his head had arrived, rolling down the four walls. Wherever he passed, the rocks melted into the magma and burned down the way down. Sheng Lingyuan suddenly pulled him into the Heaven and Earth Cauldron. The huge bronze cauldron flipped over and held them underneath like a big bell.

A roar like a tsunami came along the cauldron, and it was roaring endlessly. Xuan Ji thought he was going to be deaf for a moment. However, in the magma that could melt sand and gravel, the cauldron of heaven and earth remained motionless... Like the legendary ancient natural disaster, the sky fire fell, and all the spiritual objects in the four directions ran away. Only a few vermilion birds were put upside down in the cauldron of heaven and earth, and escaped, and since then they were with Chi Yuan.

On the Chiaoru, the demon king's phantom disappeared.

"Tsk, almost." In the fire-spotted primeval forest, Gong Chenggong's shadow flashed and disappeared again. He rubbed his temples in a very classical lady's posture, rubbing his hair in an empty space - Gong Chenggong's hair was not much longer than half an inch, and he had no temples at all. His face became gloomy, and he looked down at the old man's body in disgust, then narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of Biquan Mountain, "I'm coming back soon..."

The communication signal that was interrupted for a night was restored. At the first moment, nearby citizens received a first-level warning of the volcanic eruption and began to evacuate.

A little girl who was held in her arms by an adult glanced over something, raised her head curiously, pointed to the sky and said, "There are shooting stars."

However, the adults were all in a state of anxiety, and no one was attentive to look up.

"What a meteor, baby, ah, broom star." The policeman who coordinated the order muttered, took the girl over and stuffed it into the car, watched the car drive away, took off his hat, slapped it a few times, and went to pick up the next citizen in sweat.

The little girl lay on the car window, staring at a small inconspicuous fireball in the sky. Half of Luo Cuicui flew over from Chiyuan, her speed was too high, and she rubbed violently with the air. She had already burned into a charcoal that was inseparable from her body and head, and then she crashed into the magma pile in half.

The heaven and earth cauldron was turned upside down, and the space inside was about the same as an ordinary restaurant booth, and the depth was a little less than 1.5 meters. Adults couldn't stand up straight inside, so they had to lower their heads.

Xuan Ji hugged Sheng Lingyuan and covered the entire space with his wings, cushioned between Sheng Lingyuan and the bronze tripod, treating himself as a heat insulation board.

But soon, he discovered that the bronze tripod was not hot.

The rushing magma fell from the cliffs of thousands of feet high, and the fire that melted gold and jade outside passed by, but the inner wall of the Heaven and Earth Cauldron was still cold. If Xuan Ji had not been half of the fire, he could feel the blazing fire around him through the body of the cauldron, he would almost suspect that it was just drizzling outside.

However, Xuan Ji did not make any noise, and took the opportunity to hug Sheng Lingyuan a little tightly and buried it in his scattered, blood-stained hair.

Sheng Lingyuan had no choice but to pass it through a common feeling: "Cough... I'm still here."

Xuan Ji: "..."

Tsk, I forgot about the common feeling, there is really no privacy.

Sheng Lingyuan did not push his hand away.

His Majesty seemed extremely tired, and he was rarely sitting without a seat. He leaned on the tripod through his wings. He stretched his legs and pressed the wound to stop bleeding. With the light on his wings, Xuan Ji saw his face dry and pale, as if the tears that had almost burned him just were just an illusion.

In the small space, the "rumble" outside the tripod was deafening at first, but after a while, the surrounding area became quiet - the bronze tripod must have been completely buried under the magma.

"We don't know how long we have to bury it in this pot," said Xuan Ji. "Does that short man Alojin want to help, or do you want to send you to the ground for peace?"

As he said, he took out a pack of wet wipes from his pocket - but it didn't fall out - and then scooped up Sheng Lingyuan's hair and wiped the blood on him bit by bit.

Sheng Lingyuan let him fiddle with it, and smiled quickly and darkened again.

At the last moment, Aluojin caught three human demons and diverted them to Biquan Mountain and threw them to Sheng Lingyuan for treatment, without letting them light up Chiyuan directly.

He knew that many tribes lived in the peaceful world in an ordinary and stable manner.

On one side is the past and on the other side is the future. What the young patriarch once dreamed of was realized one by one after another three thousand years, although his name was not included... So he finally let go of his obsession with the old things and no longer wanted to burn Dongchuan back with Chiyuan with a big fire.

But humans and demons arise from obsession, and obsession dissipates, and humans and demons are like the dream of Dongchuan... and turn into a breeze.

Sheng Lingyuan's face suddenly became cold - Xuan Ji pressed a wet tissue on his face.

Sheng Lingyuan held his wrist and said, "Hmm?"

Xuan Ji cleared his throat: "I feel uncomfortable, do you want me to lend you a shoulder to lie to you?"

Sheng Lingyuan turned his head to avoid the pungent and fragrant wipes: "Don't make trouble."

"Look, it's flat and wide, and the bones and flesh are evenly stopped, and there are all kinds of things to do," Xuan Ji leaned over and promoted his shoulders, "Let's just sit back, Brother Lingyuan, why would you grow up so well?"

The place in the bronze tripod was very small. The eldest brother came forward and it was a hot ball. Sheng Lingyuan had to reach out to catch it. His blood stopped. Even his breathing was cold. He was still numb between his fingers, and he was almost curled up by the lively birds.

Sheng Lingyuan suddenly said in a daze: "I remember that after I got Dongchuan, you suddenly refused to call me brother again. Why?"

Xuan Ji was slightly stunned.

Because...because there is nothing we can do.

They were chased by the monster and were desperate. Lingyuan was clearly at the end of his strength. He had to comfort him and chatted and laughed with him as if nothing had happened. When he fell in the arms of the leader of the witch tribe who had arrived after hearing the news, his consciousness was dissipated and his five senses disappeared. Xuan Ji thought he had lost him for a moment. At that time, he realized that he no longer wanted to hear Sheng Lingyuan insist on saying "It's okay".

Xuan Ji always knew that the title was very subtle. For example, whenever he called "Brother Lingyuan", Sheng Lingyuan would agree to him everything. Only when they called each other's names would Lingyuan occasionally reveal his temper - in fact, it was because he would quarrel every time when he called each other's names - but Xuan Ji, who was still young at the time, did not realize the reason behind it.

He only remembered that when Lingyuan was breathing hard, he would still stop to respond to every call he called, and the response became lighter and lighter, giving him a terrible feeling: it seemed that every "brother" was fighting his god, just as every "Your Highness" would force him to straighten his shoulders.

From that day on, he couldn't wait to grow up and never wanted to call Brother Lingyuan again.

At this time, they shared the same feeling. Xuan Ji didn't want to show His Majesty these sad things, so as soon as his thoughts flashed, he quickly found some messy ideas to cover up and said nonsense: "Because you look good, you will be a little beauty. A wise man like me who takes ten steps at a time must of course give a foreshadowing for his future in advance. He calls me brother every day and calls himself shorter. How can he get the person in the future?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

He was dazzled by Xuan Ji's extensive waste: "What do you mean 'fifty things you have to do with your lover in your life'?"

Xuan Ji said quickly: "Nothing."

The "filling material" was not selected well.

He was moving to the side, but Sheng Lingyuan caught him back. Then the inner bag on his chest lighted and the phone slid into Sheng Lingyuan's hand.

Xuan Ji: "It's useless for you to take it, my phone has a secret..."

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan had unlocked the screen - before "activated" this thing, he had to draw a small symbol. He had read Xuan Ji for about a thousand times. Although he didn't know what it was, it was not difficult to learn.

Xuan Ji rushed up and robbed: "You will cause family conflicts like this! Return me..."

Sheng Lingyuan reached out to catch him, and turned over and pressed him against the wall of the bronze cauldron, just pressing down on Xuan Ji's feathers illuminated on his chest. The light source was suddenly blocked, and the bronze cauldron became darker. The familiar smell quickly approached and occupied the entire nasal cavity. Before Xuan Ji could finish his breath, his cold lips and teeth blocked the words behind him.

"It's so cold." Xuan Ji's heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to pass his temperature over.

Immediately afterwards, the corner of his eyes was stabbed by the blue light of his cell phone. When he heard Sheng Lingyuan chuckling in his heart, "So well-behaved... 1. Let's go to the Yong'an Ferris wheel to celebrate the New Year - Yong'an Ferris wheel... What is the Tian wheel?"

Xuan Ji: "..."

Too shameful! This bastard made a wrong statement!

He lifted Sheng Lingyuan down, and Sheng Lingyuan hid and laughed: "Two, adopt a pet together (not Bi, Fang, nor human race)... Leave me alone. It's not enough for me to have one of you. What pets should I keep? Third, set up a home in the world together, buy a small apartment in Yong'an to work, and go back to Dongchuan to settle down during the holidays."

Sheng Lingyuan paused slightly, feeling a little heart-warming.

"Stop dreaming, Dongchuan has no household registration and house purchase restrictions! You can't afford to sell me even if you sell me." Xuan Ji was furious, "I have property rights at the bottom of Chiyuan Valley. I can build the house casually, no one cares about it. Will Your Majesty go?"

Sheng Lingyuan pinched his wrist: "With you, even if you keep it in this bronze tripod the size of a palm, it will be nothing wrong."

"It's okay," Xuan Ji said, "No need to rescue. Biquan Mountain is a big hot pot now. Don't come and deliver vegetables. When the temperature drops, we will find a way out by ourselves. Don't worry, Director Xiao, our little fairy man doesn't have that high demands on the living environment, and we can live without eating, drinking, defecating, breathing."

Xiao Zheng said dryly: "Yes? That's really energy-saving and environmentally friendly. You are so fair, will you not have to pay your salary in the future?"

"No! And there is no need!" Xuan Ji swept Director Xiao's face and bravely flew over Director Xiao's head, looking down, "Luo Cuicui doesn't need to be found, she should have been eaten... Has the Biquanshan District Branch contacted? What's the situation there now?"

Aftershocks of Biquan Mountain are repeated.

Fortunately, the mountainous areas are not suitable for human habitation, and there are no residents nearby.

Another mountain fell, and the firefighters and special energy fieldwork surrounding the surroundings hurriedly retreated.

On the helicopter that was broken, an observer put down his telescope and hesitated, "I think there seems to be something on the mountain."

"The mountain is burned into hot pot, of course there is something! You can't see the fire?"

"No, it's the stone exposed below, it looks like a person..."

The humus and plants on the entire Biquan Mountain have turned into ashes, and the sand and stones pressed against the surface have rolled down one after another, and finally, the bluestones under the mountain are exposed—

"sky……"

The entire mountain is a huge statue of the goddess.

The stone statue is carefully crafted and lifelike, and even the hair is visible in the slightest, and is by no means a natural product.

I don’t know what material the bluestone is, but I’m not afraid of this evil fire, but it burns cleaner and cleaner. Only the goddess’s eyebrows are sparkling, which is exactly where Luo Cuicui hits her head when she flies from Chiyuan.

At the same time, each echoed the sound source, and the aftermath department was busy appeaseing the public's emotions. The fieldworkers next to them came to their senses and were not idle. They continued to attack the mutant plants that grew in the pit of the eye. The mutant plants had no brains and had regular attacks. Although they were very strong, they were quickly understood by the fieldworkers.

As soon as Ping Qianru came to her senses, she heard a cheer beside her, followed by a loud noise - the fieldmen uprooted the mutant tree with claws.

When a field agent saw her coming, he took off his protective helmet and shouted at her: "Girl, are we awesome..."

The cheers around him stopped abruptly, and the field, who was so proud, was stunned and turned around and followed the eyes of his colleagues—

I saw a deep pit left where the big tree fell, and the bottom of the pit was filled with complicated sacrificial texts.

A strange and beautiful statue of the goddess is clustered in the middle.
Chapter completed!