The imperial capital is at night.

The ancient attic lights are on, and illusory figures come and go.

This is a recreation of the marks of the long-standing era.

In the old alley, there are crowds of people gathering. In the city with great changes, this old alley has not changed and is still dilapidated.

"Last time, the storyteller said, the Jiantian Si accompanied the Red Dragon, subdued the girl in green, and called clouds and rain from all directions, which caused the gods to lower their eyebrows!" The old man's hoarse voice sounded like a wine that was old, and the "scent of wine" was precipitated in the whole alley.

The ups and downs said another story.

"It was a moonless night, but fireworks lit up in the night sky! The fallen ground suddenly dissipated, and the sound of rain came from the flying sky. The angrily hit the jade fight and turned over the snow, and bravely stepped on the thunder! The stars were like rain. Everyone exclaimed immediately when they saw this, saying that it was the gods coming to the world? No!"

"It's really a demon! It comes to our land and reflects the entire night into blood!"

"How can the great witch Zhu, who carries Jiuyou, tolerate the country being trampled on by evil demons?"

"So the red dragon ascended to heaven, far away from the world, and fought a great battle with the evil demons in a place that no one could see. This battle really made the sky collapse and the earth crack, the hills rolled and the earth cracked the bottomless abyss..."

"How do you know what no one has seen?" a child in the crowd spoke.

The old man immediately looked around and saw the young boy who spoke, and gently shook his fan.

"People have memories, and this land... is the same." The storyteller smiled and slapped the handrail.

"The world is in full swing, and the eyes are withering!"

The old man's tone changed, from being excited to being dull, rumbling like a thunder, making people breathless.

"The red dragon is back!"

The darkness is boundless, and there are sounds from all directions.

Scarlet eyes wriggle.

"The red dragon sealed me here. He had the opportunity to kill me completely, but he did not. Instead, he used the imperial palace to arrange it into an altar as a seal. This sealing ceremony could still take effect even in the spiritless era, and it lasted for countless years."

"You want to say I am that red dragon?" Li Xi'an noticed the other party's meaning.

"It's very similar, it's so similar." Zhulan Caihun replied.

"But it's not."

"It is not impossible to have two similar existences over the long years. I can't go wrong with my feelings. You are very similar, but they are not one after all."

Li Xi'an thought about it.

He thought of the two lotus petals. The first one itself had, and the second one came from the dream when Yaochi returned to Jiuzhou. It was inaccurate to say that it was a dream. The eighty years he had walked through Jiuzhou really existed. Perhaps the red dragon that Zhubaan Caihun met was him. Later generations would also step into the era when Zhubaan Caihun mentioned.

The Tiansi, the Heavenly Girl, is the man who carries the Nine Netherworlds, and opens up reincarnation.

What happened in the secret era is far more than the surface.

"I was surprised when I came, because Kyushu had already fallen and such a powerful creature should not have been born. That era was a deformed prosperity, built on the graves of something."

"grave?"

"I don't know what happened to Jiuzhou after opening up a small world, but the land I came to was definitely the old Jiuzhou. Something blocked the fallen Jiuzhou and regained the life of this world again. When I tore open the boundary wall, that era was already lingering and eventually inevitably headed towards the old path of falling."

"As for the current recovery...haha, this world has long been dead, what recovery does it take?"

"So, some people did something extraordinary in that era, allowing the world to revive and reincarnate the cycle of reincarnation." Zhuba Soul Caishu sighed.

"How to do it, I often think when I wake up in the endless darkness, but I don't get the answer in the end."

The scarlet abyss slowly closed, and the whole darkness was silent again.

Suddenly, the eye opened and the abyss cracked at the same height as Li Xi'an's Eight Passes of Taihang.

"Go away."

"The vitality of the bronze tripod is also reached its limit."

"If you step into Shinichi, you can come again."

“What are you doing?”

"Kill me."

"My current strength has not fallen below Zhenyi. No matter how weak you are, you can't do anything. You can only be qualified to face us when you step into the realm of Zhenyi. Fortunately, most of my Taoism has been erased in the years and seals. Otherwise, even if I lose the eight images and only the self-image, I will not be able to deal with it."

"Hengxiao Jinni and Yuchai were frustrated by Shunde because of this world. The red dragon should not breed arrogance. Ancestors, especially them, are not something you can compete with at the moment."

The bamboo basket picks soul solemnly.

The abyss fluctuated, and an empty flower basket appeared from the center of the pupil. After it appeared, it turned into a stream of light and flew in front of Li Xi'an.

"Take it away, this thing is already an ordinary thing, it is not filthy, so you can take it out."

"Bamboo Basket? Have you reached this level?" Jin Xiao's spiritual sense penetrated, silent and silent, without a response.

This bamboo basket is a simple object and has no power.

Soul-picking basket is like the Jin Xiao Yu Heng Xiao Jin Ni, the natal weapon. The bamboo basket has no spirit and is dead. You can imagine how bad the situation of this ancestor is.

But laughter sounded in the darkness. "If the bamboo basket is still there, can you still talk here? Chi Jiao, take this bamboo basket outside. If you want to keep it, keep it. If you don't want to keep it, find a good place to bury it on the hill. Put a monument and erect a monument with the name "Drinking and having fun". After all, the soul-picking bamboo basket has long been dead, so it is reasonable to erect a monument."

Li Xi'an stared at the old and exquisite flower basket in front of him.

The fragrance of wine and flowers can still be vaguely smelled.

"I have put away this object, and the monument will not be erected. After all, the bamboo basket soul-picking soul is not dead yet." If he met the Red Dragon when the bamboo basket soul-picking soul-picking soul-picking soul-picking soul-picking soul-picking soul-picking soul-picking will definitely be saved, and it will even involve the filthy essence.

He never makes such a move.

"Don't die, junior."

"Take care." Li Xi'an bowed slightly and said goodbye.

This is not filth, it is the true ancestor, the true Kyushu fire. Even if it is about to be extinguished, it will still give the afterglow of future generations.

In the void, a hideous arm stretched out to hold up the Cauldron.

The mysterious green seal script fell, covering the human figure standing in the palm of a ridge. The spiritual running of the imperial capital activated the key. A huge suction force exploded, and Li Xi'an was about to be brought into the air.

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Scarlet eyes watched Li Xi'an's departure, and when the mercury-like shimmering light disappeared, he closed his eyes.

The next moment when the abyss closed, countless sounds suddenly sounded in the darkness.

They whispered like snakes.

In the darkness, something like a tongue was stuck out and licked the blood on the altar, which was left by Li Xi'an's fight with the giant.

One mouthful, two mouthfuls, the darkness roared, and was stimulated. Thousands of long tongues licked the ground, almost lifting up the entire altar, crushing it, and swallowing it into the stomach.

"Immortal Medicine! This is a fairy medicine!" A hoarse and sharp voice sounded in the darkness.

"This is obviously the Supreme Blood! Let me taste it again!" Another voice interrupted.

"What a great medicine..."

Some shadows climbed up the giant's corpse, because the giant fought with the Red Dragon, and the blood on the body was the thickest and most. The shadows sucked greedily and even swallowed the giant's corpse together.

"Boom--!" The boundless darkness broke open again.

The huge scarlet eyeball overlooked the shadow of the altar, the divine chains intertwined, and the invisible laws condensed at this moment.

The ancient scriptures resounded all over the world, sweeping across the altar, sweeping away the long hanging tongue and shadows, and at the same time erased the blood on the altar. Except for the cracks like spider webs, the place returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.

…………

Zhao Xingzhou is sleeping.

White mist covers the palace complex, but it can still distinguish day and night.

Although practitioners can rely on meditation to replace dormancy, their generation always feels that something is missing if they don’t sleep.

This is not even the first day to sleep in this ghostly place. The first night is fresh and I can't sleep. I became familiar with it the next night. Zhao Xingzhou thought he could sleep like a dead pig. He would never wake up even if he had a few thunders strikes beside him.

The sound of muffled thunder and the howling wind is.

The strong wind mercilessly lifted Zhao Xingzhou's bedding and blew away.

Li Shishuang was sitting next to meditating and breathing, quietly watching Zhao Xingzhou's bed quilt flying away, and then she sat up with excitement.

A huge shadow enveloped them.

"That person is back." Li Shishuang breathed a sigh of relief.

The red dragon-shaped shape winds, jumping out of the stone altar and soaring into the air. A mercury-like luster flows, outlining the sharp edge of the thick knife iron scales.

He breathed, and thunder rolled between his throat, his huge body cut open the air, and stirred up strong wind.

In the fog, the pair of golden candle eyes were still dazzling.

Zhao Xingzhou rubbed his sleepy eyes and confirmed that he was not wrong. Although the ferocious body of the Red Dragon was always described as "dragon-shaped", it was actually snake-shaped and had no foot arms. It was just because it was too strong and huge, and there was no shadow of the round scales of snakes in the iron scales. It was called dragon-shaped.

At this time, the red dragon soared into the air, and one arm stretched out from the void, holding a bronze tripod.

It is completely different from the dragon in the public's perception.

I haven't heard that Long had his arms not on his body, but in the void.
To be continued...