A winding river in the mountains of Taihang.

A long time ago, this big river was still a stream, but now it has flooded the ruins of the village at the foot of the mountain. It fell from the foot of the two mountains and walked away like a giant dragon waving its tail.

People living in the village left before the demons rage, leaving only the ruins and a crown of Chujia Village. They were soon wiped out by the soaring river. If nothing unexpected happens, these villages that carry the memories of many people will always sleep at the bottom of the river.

All spirits are silent, bowing to the depths of the Taihang Mountains.

Even here, you can witness the giant carrying golden light smashing straight down with a long sword in his hand, and the dark fragments like spider webs spread, and the majesty of the collapse of all things spread throughout the eyes.

There was a sika deer drinking water by the river, feeling the majestic spiritual energy that erupted deep in the mountains, and her movements were stagnant and she bowed her head.

The creatures in the Taihang Mountains never bowed their heads because of the arrival of the ancestor of Zhenyi Realm. They were facing the red dragon-shaped mountain god of Taihang Mountain!

With the sound of water, the sika deer felt the aroused waves that were beyond her ankles and soon passed through her belly. The cool river calmed down the irritating spiritual veins in the air, and the clear water droplets bloomed into flowers.

The entire river was cut off.

The ruins of the village exposed under the riverbed are the most conspicuous. The red lacquer looks mottled by the erosion of the water, but the bricks and tiles are intact. It is hard to imagine that such a nearly complete temple is preserved in the depths of the river.

A plated red snake stone statue is enshrined in the temple.

The moment the stone statue was exposed to the air and echoed the spirit, the dead snake eyes were lit, igniting a dazzling golden fire. The sika deer's head was crooked, and her dark eyes were filled with doubts. It had seen demons, demons, monsters, and never stone statues whose eyes could glow.

The next scene made the sika deer antler hair stand upside down.

In the temple, many figures appeared outside the temple. They were vague and light gold, similar to the firelight on the stone statues. There were more and more people, including elderly people, children, men and women, mountain people, and urban residents who pretended to be neatly. The deer no longer looked at it, and felt it was too evil. His dark eyes turned and ran away into the forest.

So this sika deer never saw those illusory figures bowing to the snake statue. The leader was a hunched old man, and it could be seen that he was very old.

A red scale was suspended above the old man's head.

Li Xi'an vaguely noticed the changes in this world and used his own scale to protect the old man into the cycle of reincarnation. Therefore, the scales discovered later naturally lost their spiritual energy and only had the strength of the material level. But the old man did not leave. He always stopped in this temple under the protection of the scale.

There are temples in the south mountain.

The old man's story is that the temple where the Chixian is built is never the one they built, it is just a story. It was their wish to build this temple to worship Chixian. But the man came back and discovered this temple from the bottom of the river, which really accompanied the temple for a while. The Nanshan Temple in the story book thus appeared in reality, and he witnessed it with his own eyes.

The crowds are like the sea, stepping on the mud and sand at the bottom of the river, and the cut-off water flow, on the shore, and on the mountains.

Children and elderly people chant in a low voice.

The chanting overshadowed the majesty that came from above the sky, and the falling sword was blocked.

"There are temples in the south mountain, sleeping in the red fairy. Her eyes are like gold and fire, and her bodies are like red steel. She breathes with wind and rain, illuminating the bright and darkness of the people... Name, Nanzhu!" People worshiped, golden light bloomed and gathered along the river.

This is the power of will, not only from people, but also from the mountains. It comes from the bow of flowers, plants, trees, insects, fish, birds and beasts.

The river is surging, with golden light dotted in it, like a galaxy sweeping over it. The water splashes and silver mirrors are like the moon, blooming.

The monk's phantom lowered his eyebrows, and he saw the original text that should not have existed in the river's waves.

"Water is accurate. The journey to the north is like a flowing water together, with a slight yang energy in it. All water belongs to water. I have the virtue of it."

"To learn from Yuechuan."

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The golden eyes reflect the old man's worship in front of the temple.

The chanting sounds like a tide, and the river flies upwards!

The man under the Dharma body smiled.

Smiling calmly.

"Did you understand the power of vows when you deal with Yuchai Shunde?" The realm of True One cannot be reversed, because the Dharma body that connects the sky and the earth is also because of the vows that the thousands of races worship. Hengxiao Jin Ni is very strong, but he crossed the line.

He seemed to be really unsure of killing the red dragon with one blow.

Li Xi'an closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he had sucked all the air between heaven and earth into his lungs. He opened his arms and leaped violently, and the red dragon-shaped roared. The Silver Moon River turned into a winding body covering the river's robe, and the power of the will is embellished by the stars.

This is far from the end. The fish and dragon dances, they lead the will of will, run in the Jianyue River, and release the ancient will!

The imperial road field spreads, the galaxy, the light of light, the sun and the sun.

The red dragon is like a arrow and cuts into a true force, carrying the sky tripod and falling from the seal script to protect its body!

"Dragon King! Hahaha, you should be the Dragon King!" The man laughed and the sword fell!

The two collided fearlessly, with roars erupting, and the mountains shaking, as if they had sounded the death knives called destruction!

Endless light and heat burst out, and the spirit in the air was suppressed by two auras.

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The people of the illusory worship of the Zhuhong Temple stood up, dissipated under the collision, and truly returned to death.

The creatures close to the battlefield should have died, but at this moment, a white moon appeared in the sky. The moonlight splashed, as if someone chanted the ancient scriptures.

Running robes cover their bodies and separate the light and heat that destroys everything.

Sand and gravel, collapsed mountains, evaporated rivers.

The awakened Taihang has suppressed the destructive power of this force to the extreme.

The light and heat finally come to silence.

When everything dies, the Dharma body of the heavens turns into light and shadow, completely dispersing between heaven and earth. The man sits cross-legged in the void, his eyebrows crack, and blood flows silently and drips. This is also the world.

It seems that the only one in the world is this ancestor and the red dragon.

"Dun--!" The Xi sword fell and penetrated into the corner of the mountain jungle. The bronze cauldron flew across and broke the mountainside.

The man stood up, raised his hand, and took the water droplets in front of him with his index finger.

The golden light in the water droplets collapsed.

The Red Dragon only assisted with his wishes and knew how to touch the True Realm, so he had no time to allow him to accommodate these wishes. The Red Dragon should be dead, and there were all ants under the True Realm, nothing more than larger insects and smaller insects. This Red Dragon was the biggest insect he met, and the most terrifying threat he died, but Hengxiao Jinni was silent.

Fighting with this creature while being flexible was the most reckless and joyful time in his life.

What a pity...

He looked up and the red dragon-shaped shape fell straight, and blood spilled through its falling trajectory.

Buzz —!

The rules of the present world suppressed the Hengxiao Jinni, whose Dharma body was shattered, could hardly use any spirit. She even suppressed the spiritual consciousness that could scan tens of thousands of miles at will, and was locked in her mind. He raised his hand hard, intending to take over the Red Dragon's corpse and return immediately. He would die if he could wait for another breath!

But the wind roared, and the sun's light was obscured by something.

The Hengxiao Jin Ni looked stagnant.
Chapter completed!