In the extreme north, snow fields, silver light spreads over the earth, and the storm rolls up snow dust.

The wolves roared.

The wolf king walked on the wind, and he came from the distant grassland and came here!

The old man on the wooden boat looked slightly sideways, and the blue pupils exposed under the hat were calmly watching the full moon rise.

There was a roar in the wind and snow, and the star-turned-star-like fish and dragons swallowed the storm, but soon, strange green flames burned on their abdomen, burning them all in an instant. There was not only a pack of wolves in the wind and snow, but also a woman standing with long hair hanging down and her wrists under her wide sleeves were shriveled and yellow. It was more like a corpse than a living person.

She raised her hand, spread her five fingers, and the blue fire was beating in her palm.

The old man's loose face became solemn.

A brass-colored lantern lit up, and she gently sang the ancient songs. The sky was changing, and the burning sensation visible to the naked eye swept across the earth, the snow dust melted, and even the river under the wooden boat began to shrink, the river bank continued to erode to the center of the river, and the exposed land was dry and cracked.

"Saint." The old man pondered, but he shook his head again.

"A shell."

He slowly stood up, and the fish set up steps to lift him up.

"It's so powerful, but no creature can awaken you, it's sad." The old man raised his arms high, and the statue made of water was low in his head, and the breath of ancient and severe was filled with breath. The body of the statue was rising and falling, as if breathing. This is indeed breathing, it sucked all the free spiritual energy between heaven and earth!

Create a huge and vast land of spiritlessness at will.

The radiant fish guarded the statue in the center, and star-like silhouettes appeared on each small fish, dancing with a strange rhythm.

Qingyan's feelings at this moment were almost suffocating!

She could not absorb spiritual energy from anywhere, nor could she have any echo of this world. After experiencing this fierce battle, the power that could activate in her body was exhausted. As the aura of the statue became larger and larger, she became weaker. It seemed that she could not see through any light. Even her soul was roaring with the rhythm and being assimilated!

"Roar--!" she roared in pain.

The lightning is extinguished, and the storm comes first.

The silver-gray giant shadow broke through the ancestor's territory, like tearing everything apart with a sharp sharp knife!

The strong wind is a blade, which is also an armor, but these things cannot completely block the biting of the star-shaped fish and dragon. These things are too powerful. In ancient times, they were terrible lives that could swallow stars. Now, at the moment of losing their glory, their strength has not changed. The shriveled figure was walking with the storm, burning green fire along the way.

The ancestor just overlooks it.

Then shake your head.

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This is the last scene that Xie Miao saw when he was able to maintain his will.

The sky collapses and the earth breaks.

There are sacred rivers flowing in the sky, bringing down drizzle that purifies all things.

The dark sky became bright because the moon was broken by the ancestor. The giant tiger roared and passed away its vitality under the drizzle.

The green flame roared, and the lightning flashed around her, but she still couldn't move at all. Her limbs seemed to be filled with heavy pounds, and even her soul was overwhelmed with sorrow. The drizzle purified all things, but it was taking away the vitality of all living beings under the rain. Under the sacred peace and tranquility, it was the dead silence of all things!

The statue of God stands silently.

She witnessed the wolves melting in the drizzle, and the living creatures seemed to be flowing in the rain.

The shriveled human figure under the blue clothes collapsed in the rain and turned into a handful of loess.

Heavy footsteps sounded beside Qingyan. At this moment, except for the lightning, there was only storm. An unprecedented storm surrounded them, temporarily isolated the drizzle. But the hissing sound kept ringing, and the light symbolizing the transformation of the fish and dragon could be seen above the head. Zu did not move, he just stood quietly, staring at the silence of all things.

"This is the last ray of wind." said the wolf king.

Zhuo Nosali, the Lord of the Storm, is the last ray of wind left at this moment.

That was his own imperial realm.

What surrounds them is gradually being devoured is his imperial realm.

He picked up the picture on the ground and handed it to Qingyan.

"I know your relationship with the dragon in Taihang. This is his thing. Take it and leave here. I waited for him in the grassland for a long time and waited for him to come to get this catalogue, but he has not come for so long, so I can only ask you to send it back in person." Zhuo Nosali's voice was very calm, the opposite of his body.

Beneath the beautiful silver-gray hair is a body full of holes.

Qingyan stared at him, and the wolf king responded to her by the pale yellow wolf eyes he had glanced at.

The Eye of the Storm had already destroyed the land. They were surrounded by exposed rock foundations and huge rock blocks. As for the trees and grasslands, that kind of thing had completely disappeared when the ancestors arrived.

The wolf king withdrew his gaze.

Slowly crossing the green flame.

As he gradually took steps, Zhuo Nosali's hair was changing, transforming from silver ash to a complete silver-white color, as if mercury was poured from top to bottom, flowing through the moon-like glow.

In the distance, the edge of the storm was collapsing, revealing the huge statue of the god standing between heaven and earth. The silver-white emperor walked alone, slowly walking towards it.

Qingyan was stunned.

It seemed like a long time ago, a creature stood in front of her like this. She left him so that she would no longer see this scene. The Storm Furious, above her head, the fish and dragons who were eating the storm were roaring, but Qingyan could not hear anything, and her mind was blank. If history still repeats itself, then what was she going out of Taihang and fighting for?

She is still the same thing in the past...

waste.

"He was reciting the eulogy." Someone said in her ear.

The figure continued, "It's really an ancient language. This eulogy is for yourself, the funeral of the grassland."

Qingyan turned his head slowly and looked at her side. The next moment, she held her breath.

Standing beside her was a giant black tiger with eyes like torches, and ominous black flames were burning on her body. Her whole body was wandering, light and dark, as if it was composed of the strange black flames.

"Xi...za?"

"Oh?" Giant Tiger grinned, "You can actually recognize me."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The giant flaming tiger stretched out its claws and pointed forward. The wolf king was moving forward and said extremely solemnly: "But this is just a funeral on the grassland, it should not be an emperor."

"If you want to match the previous emperor at this funeral, you should have cut off your ancestors as tribute."

"What do you think?"

Qingyan just lowered his head and was silent.

"Are you thinking you can't do it?" Xiza smiled, "Stop kidding, girl, how could you not do it? You can always do it. You always want to follow the dragon in Taihang and become a helper, but have you ever thought about going over and going with your companions? You can even surpass it."

"Dragon, the length of hundreds of scales."

"Tiger, the King of All Beasts, you should be the one who roars in heaven and earth."

"Your anger, your minions, your... crown!" Xiza laughed, and the giant tiger-shaped flame burned violently until it surrounded the green flame, and the eyes symbolizing Xiza on the black flame disappeared.

Above the earth, a lightning light pierced the sky.

The old man on the statue raised his head.

At the location of the Storm Eye, all the star-changing ichthyosaurs disappeared.

The black flames were burning, and the heavy sound of hitting the ground became louder and louder. But suddenly, everything was silent, even the thunder was still, and the breathing between all things could be heard.

"roar--!"

Tiger roars.

The pale tiger tear apart the storm, and the black fire surrounded her, flowing and gathering. She held her head up, and the fish caught in the Jinghe River was stared at by the pair of eyes, and she felt a sense of palpitations. She breathed slowly, and the spiritual energy returned. At this moment, thousands of spirits became her subjects.

The giant tiger stepped on the ground.

Finally, the black flame condensed into a crown above her head.

Under the flames, the giant tiger roared, the entire snow field was roaring, and the white-faced monster birds wandered, running, shouting the same name between them.

This is the new king.

He is also the monarch of the entire snow field!

The flames kept burning, and a shank appeared in it. Then, the shape of a knife appeared. The fish and dragons were rushing up, but the lightning casts purgatory.

Today, at this time, in the wind and snow.
Chapter completed!