The young man stepped back step by step.

The snake is transforming, and the atmosphere that fills the air is majestic and solemn.

The severity of the injury no longer mattered to it, because flesh and blood grew out as it breathed, and its scales shrank in. The bones all over its body creaked and were stretched, and its rugged back was winding and undulating as if it were endless. The scales shrank from top to bottom,

It is no longer an oblate shape, like a sharp blade, but when you look closely, it looks like a crystal clear red crystal.

"Roar──!" The big snake roared. It was hard to imagine how the structure of snakes could produce such a deafening roar.

At the same time, its head is changing, and the horn near the neck is proliferating crazily, bifurcating, and emitting a faint fluorescence, like a new branch under the first spring thunder. Until the growth stops, the large branch-like horn with the texture of mahogany is exposed.

Golden flames burned in his eyes.

Snake turns into dragon.

The young man watched Li Xi'an's transformation and clearly recorded all the scenes in his heart. Being able to see this ancient and great evolution with his own eyes, he would have no regrets even if he died.

The huge head raised its head, and then the body jumped suddenly and stepped into the sky. The red and winding giant was hidden in the clouds, and only the golden candlelight was still clearly visible. It was swimming in the sky, and its shape was like swimming in rivers, lakes and seas.

The opponent did not grow claws.

The young man woke up with a start.

Evolution was obviously over. Looking at that great life, he still preferred to call it a clawless dragon rather than a crowned snake.

"Hoo──" The clouds broke open, revealing the bright stars behind.

A huge ferocious head hung down, and the "Jiao" was staring at him. He could see his own face in the golden eyes.

Then, the scales bloomed like feathers, confusing the young man's mind.

Red scales were flying, and the scene in front of him was like a maple leaf forest in late autumn. The young man inadvertently stretched out his hand to pick up a piece, but when he lowered his head, he found that his palm was empty and there was nothing.

When he wanted to look up again, he felt a hand fall on the top of his head.

Pressed him down.

An understatement of pressure caused his spine to crack slightly, and his head hit the ground. The overwhelming pressure made him unable to straighten up, and he could only kneel down to face the unknown ancient life.

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a slender figure.

"Before dawn, if there are still people who are stubborn enough to stay in Taihang, let them stay here forever."

A cold voice came from above, not like the thunderous and majestic lowing of a big snake.

That presence disappeared.

The wind carried the strange fragrance that the young man smelled next to the big snake.

…………

Under the cover of night, a young man wearing black clothes walked up to the ferocious tiger and looked up at the ferocious tiger's face, which had lost half of its face.

"I've never felt that your little kitten is so big..." he murmured.

Qing Yan was lying on the ground, like a raised hill. A tiger's head was slightly taller than him. Unfortunately, half of the tiger's head was missing, his cheeks were burnt black, and the blood flowing from his eyes gathered into a stream at the soles of the young man's feet.

He raised his hand and used his fingers as a knife to cut his wrist.

Blood with a strange fragrance was sprinkled on the fierce tiger, and the surging spirit filled the air with white mist. Then the young man sat on the ground, looking at the human body that had not been seen for hundreds of years, and waiting for Qing Yan to wake up.

The main body of the clothes transformed from scales was black, embroidered with red patterns of auspicious clouds. The young man stared at his wrists, which were white and tender. The bleeding wound had healed without any trace. The skin was comparable to that of a newborn baby, not unlike that of a newborn baby.

The arm of a predator that has been fighting for hundreds of years in the vast mountains. Then I traced it up the face and found two horns. The texture was somewhere between jade and dead wood, and it looked like a branch.

A red tail swayed behind him, with some sparse fins at the tip. The boy could retract it, but this required deliberate control. There was no need to do anything extra at this moment.

He doesn't know what he looks like, and he doesn't care.

There is a huge heartbeat vibrating regularly in the silent mountains and fields.

Qingyan did not die, but fell into a deep sleep. Now, the terrible spiritual blood poured into its body, regenerating its flesh buds, reviving its consciousness, and its heartbeat became stronger and stronger, like a giant drum beating here, with a sound like thunder.

"Boom──"

A glowing green eye suddenly opened, and stopped dead in front of the unfamiliar figure. Blue thunder rushed out instantly. At the end of its consciousness, Nan Zhu died, and Taihang was about to be owned by humans, so what he saw before him

All are enemies.

Until he saw the branch-like horns on the young man's forehead, the fierceness in the giant tiger's eyes turned into astonishment, and the blue lightning disappeared.

"...Nanzhu?" it asked tentatively.

"Yeah." The young man nodded.

The giant tiger still wanted to speak, but his body no longer allowed it.

"Don't worry, everything will be over soon, I promise." The young man saw Qing Yan's injury and said calmly.

Li Xi'an stood up, and the characteristics of ancient life were so obvious on him. The strong wind that rose out of thin air dragged him into the sky, and he sat cross-legged at the same height as the mountain peak. The mountain was surrounded by clouds and mist, and when he looked up, he could see the bright white moon.

The enchanting golden fire burns in the pupils of the eyes.

In the end, human beings could not take anything away from the mountains. They left after losing a huge price. Even if they were unwilling to do so, they could look up at the terrible human-like and dragon-like creatures sitting cross-legged in the mountains. No matter how unwilling they were, they would only be broken into pieces.

Down.

People walk deep into the mountains and into the sky.

With the first ray of sunlight, Li Xi'an lowered his eyes, his butterfly-feather-like eyelashes gently half-covering his golden pupils, and his irises formed ancient lines and flowed with brilliance, as if a magical mandala flower was blooming in his eyes.

If necessary, he will let the people behind the scenes live.

But there are more important things to do now.

The mountains pulled it back from the edge of death and gave it an opportunity to evolve. That drop of transparent water came from all the media spiritual plants in Taihang. In other words, the medium for his transformation was the entire mountains. Now that he is transforming, he must

This "spirit" from the mountains is returned.

Li Xian took out the bronze tripod.

Most of the ancient sword was lost in the light and heat. He didn't have the medium to take advantage of it, so he took a fancy to this giant cauldron.

This huge cauldron has its own cave, which can accommodate many things, and the wisp of divine fire is sealed in it. After seeing the magical power of the bronze cauldron, he will naturally not let the young man take it back. Even if he loses the wisp of divine fire, the effect of sealing and refining can be

Still.

While waiting for Qingyan to wake up, he sealed the majestic spiritual veins in the bronze cauldron.

The ancient language was recited, and the hieroglyphics carved on the bronze tripod came to life and ran around each other.

An incredibly huge spirit descended from the sky.

Those seal scripts vividly carry the "spirit" and walk among the mountains, reaching every corner of Taihang. This time takes a long, long time. Li Xi'an closed his eyes and waited, breathing up and down unconsciously inhaling the morning glow and mist. His breath almost matched the mountains.

Two become one.

After a long time, when the seal script came alive across Taihang, a dragon-like human being sitting cross-legged in the mountains opened its blazing golden eyes.

He raised his eyes and saw a branch-shaped lightning flashing on the ground in the distance.

Then it started to rain.

The mountain rain is hazy, watering all things. In the center of the land where Xi He descends, a cluster of green leaves emerges from the scorched black soil. It is clearly summer, but it can't help but remind people of the Jingzhe solar term.

One waits for peach blossoms, the other waits for Ditang.

Even the horns on the boy's head are waiting for the nesting birds.

…………

At the gate of the temple, a deer with seal characters stepped on it.

This was the last place of its trip, and its round, dark eyes flashed with confusion.
Chapter completed!