With the help of the emperors' high fighting spirit, these things finally appeared.

The emperors were not afraid of a battle, and the filthy had to fight.

At first, the emperors had the same thinking as them, killing the red dragons that came from the world, preserving this world, and waiting for the return of the master.

But now the emperors are different.

They learned that the master returned to silence and the flute came to destroy the world. The emperors accepted calmly that the filthy were not, they needed to nourish the land and nourish the creatures.

So he finally showed up.

Unfortunately, it's useless.

The pale human figure was pulled out the moment it was about to touch the golden flute. The sword energy tore the white coat of spider webs, and another ancient sword flew over and nailed it through.

The eight passes of Taihang have fallen.

Falling with the rising filth.

The red dragon circled in the sky, the dazzling golden flames burned, and white mist was steaming. The red copper bones stared at the palace on the ground, and there was something there that was not dead.

To be precise, all those things have awakened.

The demons danced in the heavy rain.

…………

On the seventh day, Taihang.

Chu Xing'er was still looking at the sky.

Today, Taihang Mountain has more and more visitors, and those guests are becoming stronger and stronger.

The strange phantoms disappeared, and thousands of pale shadows danced with the dragon, and the clouds, the clouds, the lights and the mottled colors of the dim light reflected the clouds in the sky.

This land is very harmonious.

Because no matter whether the creature is powerful or not, they are always staring at the projection at high altitudes.

"Is this guy actually hitting there?" Someone was amazed.

The awesome sounds from under the tree.

Chu Xing'er was stunned. How could there be someone under her tree? She lowered her head and happened to meet a pair of strange pupils looking over. There were three eyeballs rotating in her pupils.

The tall and dark man showed a bright smile when he saw the girl's gaze.

But Chu Xing'er on the ginkgo tree did not buy it. She frowned, and thousands of branches radiated golden light, extending the appearance of her arms. The ginkgo leaves swayed, took the sunlight and drew a golden arc behind the girl.

"Donor, where is the one?" She spoke indifferently, with no joy or sorrow in her pupils.

Qingyan had never seen her like this before.

The man seemed to think about it and replied.

"I came from a hundred thousand mountains and wanted to go to the Taihang Red Dragon to ask for some wine."

"Red Dragon?" Chu Xing'er concentrated.

"Ming Nanzhu, this little Buddha should know him?" The man threw away the golden carapace in his hand. "Without this thing, I wouldn't find it so easily."

The golden flakes, Li Xi'an left under Chu Xing'er's tree when he left, had an explanation to inject these shells into spiritual energy and call one of his friends. At that time, if there is anything to Taihang, he will give it to this friend, and he will have the ability to handle everything well.

"Lu." said the man. "What is the name of Little Buddha?"

This man clearly has the aura of Buddhism, but he calls himself a poor man and does not seem to want to be taken advantage of by the Buddha's hand. A Buddha's hand that practices can of course be called Buddha.

Lu, the king of a hundred thousand mountains.

Ginkgo leaves no longer gather together to catch up with sunlight, and the golden light naturally dissipates.

Chu Xing'er's expression suddenly shattered. She jumped down and hugged her thighs, crying and shouting.

"The little woman's name is Chu Xing'er. The red dragon slipped away. I am alone and a lonely tree here. I live a nervous life! Master Lu, you don't know how many evil people have run into Taihang Mountain in the past few days. Really, you can't live this day!"

It's wrong to hug the man's thighs. Chu Xing'er's height was lying on the ground and couldn't hold her thighs at all, so she could only wrap her calves.

Chu Xing'er said with tears and tears that it was difficult for her. Before she could say a few words, she saw her perspective slowly increasing. She lifted her up and put it back on the tree.

"It's great, don't pretend." He looked disgusted.

"What are you pretending?" Chu Xing'er wiped her tears, "I just pretended to be like that. If you don't pretend, you can only get rid of your roots and run away."

I picked up the remaining golden carapaces on the ground and patted the thick snow.

"Then you have to keep pretending, I'm not the only one here."

Chu Xing'er's choking sound suddenly stopped, and she looked at her solemn gaze. The trajectory of the wind and snow was quietly changed. The ice crystal-like wings covered the mountains, and the shadows cast covered the sky and the sun.

…………

The mountain is locked by green, and the palaces on the mountain are stained with blood.

The red dragon lies on the top of the mountain, with a hideous long tail hanging down. Sixteen ancient swords were inserted into the empty land beside them, and raindrops washed away the extremely thick blood on the sword's body.

Wherever you see, it is all bloody.

The blood red that cannot be covered by the heavy rain.

This world is crazy, but fortunately, he can suppress this madness and is not dragged down because of this madness.

There are also countless pale human figures climbing up along the stone stairs and stepping on the piles of corpses. Some of them are not even monks, but ordinary people living in this world. Therefore, holding hammers, axes, sickles, they cannot ride the wind, they can only climb a little by little.

Before reaching the mountains occupied by the Red Dragon, melting into the rain.

Become a part of the corpse.

Red Copper Bone Face looked silently at the figure climbing the stairs, including old people, children, pregnant women, and men who lost their legs. Still climbing, Li Xi'an had no doubt that if these people had the opportunity to stand in front of him, even if there was only one tooth on his body could move, the other party would bit the teeth on his scales.

"boom--!"

The golden light shone across the Qingsuo Mountain stairs and swept all the moving human figures and corpses. In an instant, the rain curtain disappeared, and the entire Qingsuo Mountain returned to peace and silence.

Li Xi'an looked up.

An unparalleled existence stood up from the depths of Qingsuo Mountain, rising in the wind, surpassing the mountains, and finally crossing the clouds, causing the flowing clouds to flow through their chests. The stretching mountains are no different from the plains for this kind of thing.

True Yigu seems to be completely revived.

It is a golden statue of the god, and the dragon girl with a blue scale wrapped around her body.

The dragon girl also woke up and smiled at the red dragon entrenched in the mountains. She swam, thick water vapor brewing, holding up jade beads in both hands.

Jin Xiao once told him this story. When Jin Ni was not yet Zhenyi, he wandered around famous mountains and rivers. When he arrived at the shore of the East China Sea, he heard that there was a dragon girl in the East China Sea, who was good at music and singing and dancing, and he wanted to see her. Therefore, he went to the beach to play the flute every day. On this day, the third day of the March 2, it was the day when the dragon girl in the East China Sea went out for a spring outing. At night, the dragon girl heard a melodious sound of a long flute coming from the beach, and was shocked.

The sound of the flute disturbed the dragon girl's heart. The wonderful songs hooked her soul away, and she couldn't help but walk towards the beach, turning into a silver eel to play the flute man.

After a song was played, the lake retreated ten miles away.

Of course, it's just a story, a folk story that Hengxiao Jin Ni achieved Zhenyi and spread in Jiuzhou. What happened to this unshakable person with the Dragon Girl? Jin Xiao never said anything about it.

The heavy footsteps shocked the earth's veins and made a muffled thunder.

The eight bone statues stand in the world, with a solemn face opened with their eyes and a blazing glow like the stars.

"Go away, it's over." The golden flute in the air came from the divine thoughts.

Indeed, it's over.

The invisible Zhenyi bone is like breaking away from the black arms that stretched towards them, and the light melts all things. The Zhenyi bone that has not been crossed through the border is like perfection, the power of wishes blooms, and the unspeakable sacred prayers resound throughout the world.

Lights filled the earth, the ocean, and the sky.

Every light is the piety of the blessing.

The pale human figure briefly melted and returned to ordinary people. They witnessed the statue of god standing, kneeling on their heads, and lightly placing their heads on the land. There were tears and fears, but they accepted death and were buried with this land.

The red shadow passed through the clouds, and Li Xi'an's figure looked like a red line to these statues of gods that stood tall.

A giant palm teared the sky and led the dragon.

The last glance of the golden candle in this world was clearly destruction, but it was so beautiful that it was unrepresented.

The sound of the flute stopped.

Break, break, fall.

At the same time, the eight gods put their hands together. They did not look straight, but lowered their heads. Everything in this world was reflected in their eyes.

First there was a brilliant light.

Then there is silence.
Chapter completed!