Stay away from the wilderness of the world, there is only dust and sand.

Occasionally, the wind will blow dust and sand into waves, and the sand will go outward layer by layer in the direction of the wind, as if you long for the wind to take them along and take them to a place where you can see the rain.

But there is no rain here.

Not to mention here, it has not rained for several years.

The blazing sunlight burns the earth, but soon, you can see thick black clouds rolling over from all directions to cover up the sunlight. A few breaths turn the day into night. When the sky and the earth are completely dimmed, you can observe the lightning that shines in the black clouds. The thunder snake roars in the clouds, and several of the lightning lights fall to the earth, dust and sand collapse, and the ground sinks, forming a bottomless black abyss.

Mo Lan sat cross-legged in the air.

The Imperial Realm was released without reservation.

Around him, within a radius of ten miles, the pitch-black ink swayed, as if someone was picking up a pen in the void and drawing scrolls, including insects, fish, birds and beasts, mountains, rivers and rivers. Within a radius of ten miles, the entire imperial realm compressed to the extreme, forming an absolute pure land that belongs to him.

The elves of ink jumped beside Mo Lan. These creatures who were given souls by him were active, but a trace of death flashed in the depths of his pupils.

His life is about to end.

After stopping at the Imperial Dao Realm for nearly a thousand years, he could not find that opportunity. Looking around, there was no way to go, and the darkness ahead was everywhere. After practicing Taoism, Mo Lan understood that if he walked towards the darkness, he would fall to the bottomless abyss. But he had no choice. Since Taimiao was willing to give him this opportunity and this opportunity to peek at the road ahead, he had to take a gamble.

I do not doubt the motive of Taimiao. Not to mention that the reputation of Taimiao has always been a must-do, and in the world, I have prayed for rain and protected the people in previous years, and I have done it by the Taimiao witches. Moreover, for those great witches and the Jiantiansi, there is nothing he can do about him.

Thinking of this, Mo Lan looked at the earth.

Above the endless dust and sand, there is a figure that is particularly conspicuous.

In a long black jacket, the long tail extending behind him hooked up the wine pot, and a long red sword inserted beside him, and the remaining warmth emitted by the sword body was warming him.

The current spirit of the Tianshi Secretariat in Taimiao is also the Dragon God of Dongting Lake. This is known to Mo Lan, and the only ancestor in the past thousand years. Even though there are rumors that this dragon god failed to survive the tribulation, his true ancestral body was not complete. In the end, in order to preserve his consciousness, he was willing to turn into a ghost god in the Taimiao.

But he is his ancestor after all, and among the ghosts and gods of the Taimiao, he respects the name of "Tietian".

Mo Lan noticed that the lightning that roared in the world and ruined the world had never fallen around the other party. He sat steadily in the sea of ​​thunder, and his drinking had not stopped.

"Ha." Mo Lan withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Jieyun.

This is his destiny.

No matter what success or failure.

He will face this thing in the end.

"Boom--!" The first thunder broke out.

A blazing white thunder snake penetrates the sky and the earth!

The man roared, and a black and white brush was sacrificed, which was his natal weapon. The lightning fell down, and the moment it came into contact, cracks appeared on the pen. Mo Lan immediately looked pale and vomited a mouthful of blood. Mo Lan lowered the Dharma Sorrow, and the imperial Taoist realm roared, and the ink creatures raised in it pounced on the lightning with their teeth and claws. For a moment, the sky was full of ink in the water.

The ink color lasts for only one breath.

The lightning extinguished the ink and wash creatures, and even the wailing and roaring could not be heard. The thunder snake continued to extend, as if it was about to tear apart the Imperial Domain of Molan!

This is the disaster of the ancestors, the extreme realm of the Imperial Dao, and this proud cultivation cannot shake it at all. The mayfly shakes the tree, and the mantis arm is in the chariot.

"Boom--!" the second sentence.

Mo Lan's soul was as if it was split by lightning at this moment. Everything he could sense was full of falling thunder, a vast ocean, and the ripples that arose in the vast ocean were all seas of thunder!

"Your Excellency!" he roared.

Mo Lan can no longer continue, she wants to call on the Red Dragon!

This is his agreement with the Taimiao.

The Red Dragon will help him block the three thunder tribulations and will not ask about life and death from then on. This is a matter of defiance. Even for the ghosts and gods of Tietian, the glorious power of heaven is the least thing to touch. In fact, Mo Lan can detect the strangeness, but he cannot refuse such temptation. As he thought at the beginning, this body has no treasure worth the high price of the Taimiao.

Rumbled.

Abruptly in the roaring lightning, it was like someone was turning an umbrella under the sea of ​​thunder.

Mo Lan was unable to sense the outside world, so he couldn't see that Li Xi'an had already gotten up, and the wine pot raised from the tip of his tail was gently put away and lifted up the red sword.

"Continue to overcome the tribulation, outside the tribulation clouds, don't look, don't listen... don't ask." The young voice suddenly sounded in Mo Lan's ears, and then the lightning was shattered.

This scene in front of me subverted Mo Lan's perception.

The red dragon had not even used its huge body, and only raised its sword to disperse the thunder with its human form. The slim human form was almost invisible between heaven and earth, under the imprint of the blazing lightning, but he easily cut the lightning out. The rippling red light overwhelmed the sea of ​​white thunder, and the suppressed black clouds seemed to have dispersed. Only the fire clouds and mists were vast, like a dragon hiding in the depths of the sky. The fire-like clouds were swallowed by him.

In the fire clouds, Mo Lan saw his back.

A straight back as tall as a sword.

"This is a trick," said Li Xi'an.

The scorching red light illuminated half of his side face, and the horns of the dragon's branches stretched between his forehead, and underneath were the pair of dark golden pupils. Looking at the pair of eyes, Mo Lan ignored the wounds on her body and hurriedly bowed to salute, but when he heard the thunder again and stood up, the figure in front had already disappeared. Looking back at the dust sand, there was no warm wine in the familiar place.

The feeling of separation in the depths of the soul has stopped a lot.

Mo Lan remembered the rustling sound of the umbrella he heard when the thunder of the disaster fell. At this time, the sound disappeared.

He looked up and the sky was dark and the lightning flashed, but at some moment, the light of lightning would reflect the huge and winding shadows deep in the catastrophe clouds.

The thunder of disaster is coming again.

The sea of ​​thunder drowns his sight, and Mo Lan can no longer think about what the huge shadow in the disaster cloud is.

…………

He heard the roar.

It's like howling again.

The dark clouds turned out to be bloody red.

It seemed like a giant was injured. The black cloud was his robe. At this moment, blood continued to gush out along the wound, dyeing the black cloud red.

The imperial realm was destroyed by the thunder of the thunder, and the natal weapon was also destroyed under the thunder of the thunder.

He had no magical power to resist the next catastrophe thunder. The sense of splitting deep in his soul became stronger and stronger every time, which made him unable to tell whether the roar and howling came from the outside world or his soul.

He doesn't know.

He didn't want to know either.

The sky seemed to seep blood, and scarlet rain and thunder arrived in the world together.

Mo Lan called unconsciously.

"Your Excellency..." Even the voice was inaudible.

There was a sudden sound between heaven and earth, and the thunder that should have arrived as scheduled was blocked.

He barely opened one of his eyes. In his sight, it was not scarlet rain or dyed clouds, but a blue palm.

The texture of this palm is like ice crystals, but it has the nature of iron and jade. It covers the sky and the sun. The world-destroying thunder jumps violently in the palm, but it cannot jump out of the palm. From the perspective of Molan, the hand holds the thunder of the catastrophe, as if holding a sun. The light casts shadows, outlines the wrists and arms, extending to the clouds, where he can no longer see it.

"The second way." Someone said.

Roars and howlings suddenly poured into Mo Lan's ears. Only then did he realize that those sounds were not the illusion brought by the pain of the soul.

The clouds were not dyed red for no reason.

That's really blood.
Chapter completed!