In the imperial capital, Zhao Xingzhou, Li Shishuang and others stood on the ancient city wall.

The entire ancient capital has revived, and the guards wearing heavy armor have already stood up from their sleep and all looked up at the sky.

The sky was filled with heavy snow, but an extremely gorgeous firework was blooming in the sky.

At this moment, the fireworks are no longer illusory, but real, terrifying and terrifying reality! The fall of a world is returning to the land of the present Jiuzhou! The ending may be beautiful, but the process is very deadly to the creatures living on this land!

Who can carry the fall of the world?

The imperial capital may be able to do it, all the living people have awakened and guarded this ancient capital. But on this land, not only the people of the imperial capital, but many people who have not died in the great revival live near the Taihang Mountains. Now they may all fall with this world!

"boom--!"

The clouds roared at extremely high places, and the friction sounds shook the world.

The fiery red and golden orange colors spread around the Taihang Mountains as the center, like a layer of tulle gently covering the horizon, and like a skirt dancing with the wind and snow, swaying and falling.

People under the blooming fireworks held their heads up and swallowed unconsciously. This scene was too gorgeous and beautiful, and the price of witnessing this scene was most likely their lives.

To the north of Taihang Mountain, the place where the hem of the skirt extends.

There are countless villages and towns along the way, and there is no recovery of ancient cities or lively protection. The creatures escaped into the mountains and rivers, curled up as much as possible in the face of this devastating disaster, with no strength to resist at all. The line of defense built by the demons and the rising people was extremely insignificant before this disaster. But they still looked high at the hem of the extended skirt. The violent sound of the friction between the clouds roared like thunder, and like thousands of huge waves slapped on the reefs.

They knew that the catastrophe had arrived.

But suddenly, with the violent friction sound, the tremor of the earth!

The unparalleled high temperature bloomed, tearing down the debris of the fallen world, melting it into a pure spirit and releasing it back to Jiuzhou. All spirits looked to the center of the high temperature. It was a pale humanoid creature with a tall body, and his tall body was like a mountain. When he walked, his steps alone could cause the earth to roar, leaving unimaginable huge footprints along the way.

He was covered with pale hair and a gray-black stone mask, which was poured like lava solidified and poured. He had long arms, and he walked slightly hunched. The majesty that overflowed with the high temperature made the creature unable to raise his head.

This creature is burning.

The skin under his hair flowed through the lava-like veins, and as his breath rose and fell, a vast and magnificent domain descended, covering the land within his eyes.

Raise your hand and melt the wreckage of the world and continue to walk towards the center of the gorgeous fireworks.

The king of Changbai, the bright seat.

On the other side, east of Taihang Mountain, a six-armed creature covered with golden armor appeared in the picture visible to the imperial capital. He sat upright in the void, and the handprints formed by his six arms were different. The sky was filled with waves, which swept across the wreckage, melting with the wind and snow, becoming flowing water to the earth.

"What is this?" Someone was amazed on the ancient city wall of the imperial capital.

The means of revealing alone are already terrifying, and it is easy to successfully deal with the falling world fragments east of the Taihang Mountains.

"Another king..." Zhao Xingzhou murmured.

"There is a plural king in Taihang Mountain!" He didn't know whether this was good or bad.

To the west of Taihang Mountain, the sky is filled with wind and snow.

It is very unusual. The snow in deep winter should not be so cruel, but the wind and snow buried the gorgeous fireworks, making the creatures in this land unable to see anything, and naturally they cannot see the divine bird dancing in the wind and snow. The feathers are like ice crystals, with head crowns, dragging the complex and slender tail feathers, flapping their wings and flying in the sky as if the trajectory of the blue comet passing by.

The low song of the divine bird is hidden in the wind and snow, and ancient words are chanted.

A domain, maybe in the wind and snow, maybe outside the wind and snow, or the domain is wind and snow.

Wrapped with fragments, it turned into vast white snow and fell down. The creatures on the ground didn't know that after taking the snowflakes, they melted into pure spirits and returned to the land of Jiuzhou.

The Lord of the Snowy Plateau, Ice Phoenix.

South of the Taihang Mountains, people can only see a round figure slowly walking across the earth, slapping the fireworks fragments with one slap. This creature is more fat than being strong, even if it comes here, it is still eating some huge vegetation.

Black and white, confused.

However, the heavy body as thick as a mountain shocked people, but when I saw that head, I couldn't help but feel that I was dreaming. If the road to rising creatures would cause amazing changes in the body, such as hideous sacred majesty, then this guy is an alternative. There seems to be no change except for the huge body, and it is a giant panda that has only been enlarged many times.

His behavior is similar to his kind.

Only the method of slapping the wreckage of the world makes people realize that this should be the king of some kind of ancient sacred mountain.

It’s like walking after a meal… Maybe it’s walking while eating.

In the distance, the Qinling Mountains were facing each other, and the spirits looked down at their king who was watching them leave, with the round back that was completely unpredictable.

"The king of Qinling Mountains is a great stance."

…………

Li Xi'an is falling.

Falling in the boundless darkness, holding the broken flute in your hand.

At the last moment, he hung the Tiandian Cauldron on his head, and all the eight passes of Taihang came out.

Jin Xiao's last sentence was to let him take away the ninth statue of Zhenyigu, the Dongxiao Dragon Girl. This dragon girl is a real ten types of Zhoutian. Even if she dies, the divine bead can help Li Xi'an peek at the mystery of the true dragon.

But he didn't. He tried his best to take away any broken flute in the end he could take away anything.

Fall down, fall down.

The galaxy is running around.

It was a twisted void passage. A broken hand covered Li Xi'an's body, protecting him from walking the last part of the road.

The fireworks were blooming in the dark, filling Li Xi'an's pupils.

The golden lotus is rotating, and the lotus petals formed by ancient characters are flowing, as if there is something more, reflecting the collapse of the world.

The bronze tripod was suspended and roared.

The patterns on the cauldron are so complex that they are unimaginable. This is a world, and the Zaitian Cauldron bears the entire world.

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I don’t know how long it took, but Li Xi’an’s eyes closed suddenly opened.

The darkness retreated from him, and the big hand completely collapsed and turned into powder fluorescent light. The endless power of wishes gathered into a river with the figure of prayer, and poured into the world pictogram with the bronze tripod inscribed. Clouds gathered in people, monks holding swords, green mountains and rivers, insects, fish, birds and beasts seemed to come alive in this moment.

It seems that someone whispers in the endless darkness.

That's the voice of prayer.

There is also a "Thank you" mixed with the prayer. The darkness faded away, the whisper disappeared, and the familiar air rushed into the nasal cavity.

Clouds, gorgeous flowers.

Li Xi'an looked at the terrible disaster that bloomed, unmoved. Ni Fei's hair covered his cheeks, and he was still falling.

The slut is here, and there are still many unknown guests.

But since it was a disaster he brought, how could there be a reason for the guests to take action? This world is broken by him and carried by him, and his bones should be buried by him personally!

"Oh!" Chu Xing'er opened her mouth wide.

Eight red scales were hanging down from the clouds, and their arms were facing eight directions and divided into four images. All creatures in Taihang Mountain noticed it. The kings walking around Taihang Mountain also looked at the eight arms.

The iron scales are buckled, and the rhythm is relaxed.

The arms are bent and the claws are formed into seals. The spirit is boiling and surging. This is the sky, this is the earth, this is the realm where he is buried!

"The seal of the four symbols and eight directions." The falling creature sang softly.

In ancient times, Bao Xi was the king of the world. When he looked up, he looked at the image in the sky, and when he looked down, he looked at the law in the earth; when he saw birds and beasts, he was suitable for the earth; when he took the body near and everything away, he took the things far away.

A world is in vain.

A world is manifesting.

Li Xi'an reached out and grabbed the sky from afar.

The seal that looked up to the heaven and earth, reflecting the dead spirits fell down.
Chapter completed!