The red figure fell.

It was clearly early spring, but the dragon-shaped shape was like a stretch of mountains full of maple trees. By late autumn, the mountains and fields were full of fire.

The golden king watched the red dragon scales spread out.

The slender figure flies in long clothes, wrapped in the red maple-like scales in late autumn, as if it was a star falling to the earth, and the scales dispersed by the late maple are the tail of the star falling.

Li Xi'an closed his eyes and felt the sound of the wind filling his eardrums.

The sun slowly rises among the mountains. The clouds that were cut by their huge body are covered with bright light, and then transformed into gorgeous purple and red.

He opened his eyes with the light.

Facing the east, staring at the rise of the sun calmly. His figure was down with gravity, with the continuous mountains above the perspective, and the clouds were below. When the dazzling glow sprinkled on Li Xi'an's face, he laughed silently.

…………

The insects and birds sing, standing under the ancient trees, looking at the clouds.

It was already noon, and the sun shone straight on the mountains and earth along the hollows on the thick clouds. It was the cave at the clouds created by the thousands of arms that the Red Dragon had made from hanging down from above the clouds.

It also creates a beautiful scenery at this moment.

Thousands of golden beams were hit, and the sunlight in early spring was nourishing the land again.

The dark sacred mountain stood there, and the twinkling stars were extinguished. Except for the dark mountain, which was as dark as iron light, it became no different from ordinary mountains. Occasionally, flocks of birds slowly flew over the hillside of the dark sacred mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist.

In the ancient tree where lush branches and leaves are blocked, a figure sat quietly, leaning on the trunk to rest. Holding her hands in her arms, the golden black clothes naturally hang down. Her long hair is casually dispersed, covering half of her cheeks.

The Red Dragon consumed too much in this battle, so he found a tree that he liked to sleep until now, and it seemed that he had not yet woken up. It was a real sleep, at least he could not wake up with just a sound.

Speaking of a dragon, he often likes to sit on a tree, but it is still the kind of ancient trees that have grown old. He thinks. In his understanding, dragons mostly live in deep pools or large lakes.

It seems that Chi Jiao mentioned that his home is a small island with an old camphor tree.

The habits of hundreds of years cannot be changed overnight, but they can be suppressed on weekdays. The Chi Jiao should be the most relaxed and exhausted moment at this moment. He could not suppress his habits anymore, so he simply found an ancient tree to rest.

To put it bluntly, this terrifying guy seems to miss homesick.

Perhaps similar to the ancient scholars' first thought of returning home in glory, lurking in 100,000 mountains, and smashing the ancestor's plan was the dragon's plan. Now that the threat was eliminated, the ancestor of the Zhenyi Realm actually became his prey. When the dust settled, the Chi Jiao naturally thought of going home.

The scholar? The dragon? He smiled and shook his head.

It doesn't match it, but he can't think of anything good to describe it for the time being.

The chirping of birds came from behind and turned around blankly. A bird stopped on the horns of the boy's mahogany branch and flapped his wings.

"Oh! My God!" said a singular tone.

Because the birds flapped their wings hit Chi Jiao's face and their eyelashes trembled slightly, the birds woke up the sleeping Li Xi'an. Before the boy opened his eyes in a daze, the birds chirped and flew away again.

"Are you happy?" A sound rang out from the tree.

"No." Just serious.

"I hope you don't." Li Xi'an waved his hand and yawned.

I haven't had such a peaceful sleep for a long time.

He was severely damaged and sealed in the ghost coffin. Although his body was sleeping, his spirit was tense every moment. Now the tense string finally relaxed a little. This short half-day rest made him feel as if he had got rid of his old degeneration and regained his vitality.

The Red Dragon was only now that it truly woke up from the ghost coffin.

"Here." Li Shi'an threw up a piece of coin-like object, and Li Shi'an reached out to take it.

When I took it in my hand, I realized that this was the carapace of some kind of insect, which was magnificent dark gold. If I looked at it carefully, I could see the ancient patterns on the shell.

"Is this?" the boy turned his head.

"Give gift... Stop stop, don't rush to throw it back first. It's not the inheritance of witchcraft from the 100,000 mountains, but a set of sword formations. I believe it will be useful to you." I waved my hand and looked solemn.

Li Xi'an injected the spirit and the lines lit up.

He smiled.

He had thought this pattern was a carapace pattern carried by himself, but he didn't expect it to be carved by this guy himself. This palm-sized carapace is engraved with a dragon shape. A few simple strokes will make the agile dragon shape have a charm. This is not the key, the key is the sword formation stored in the carapace.

Sixteen ancient swords flew out one by one, and the dark purple glow filled the sky.

The sword body roared, like a living dragon hiding its head.

Li Xi'an could see at a glance that the terrifying sword formation was. It's not that these swords were so extraordinary that the materials on the sword body were 108,000 miles away from his Xi sword. If it were only compared to the sword itself, the Xi sword could cut off all sixteen ancient swords.

What is terrible is the inscribed words on the sword.

The sword formation is called Lixia! Lixia sword formation... The clear pupils swelled with golden tides, and the ancient characters were dismantled and printed one by one into Li Xi'an's mind. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the sword formation was profound. This knowledge was too profound and I would not be able to study anything for a while.

The boy rubbed his chin and nodded.

Immediately, I took out the bronze cauldron and took these ancient swords into it. I was not polite at all, nor was there anything to be polite.

When he brought out the Zaitian Cauldron, he still asked, "Where does this sword formation come from?"

"Here." Li Shi'an threw out another shell, and Li Shi'an took it again. When he opened it, he saw that it was a head. The expressions of the head were intact, and the pain, fear and incredible were filled with the twisted face.

"This emperor is carrying such a powerful sword formation without knowing it. He does not follow the path of eating clouds, picking dew and raising swords. He insists on killing thirsty and blood. He was slaughtered by me and the sword formation is kept. Can you deduce it and get any clues from this head? I am also very curious about the origin of this sword formation."

“You can give it a try.”

Li Xi'an also became curious. This sword formation is indeed extraordinary and cannot be mastered by the extreme palace realm.

Once this method is perfect, it is not inferior to the terrifying magical power of the Jade Hand of Creation! It is real and can compete with the unshakable one among the ancestors. In fact, Chi Jiao and Lu guessed in their hearts whether it was created by a certain ancestor who had the same status as Jade Chai Shunde.

The lotus bloomed, and the blurred past flowed in Li Xi'an's eyes.

Trace, trace, and keep track of it!

The golden pupils suddenly widened, and the blurred clouds dissipated, revealing a bronze temple. At first glance, Li Xi'an thought it was a bronze city in Kunlun, but in fact the difference was very big.

Kunlun Temple has been magnificent since ancient times, standing in peace since ancient times.

This bronze temple is unparalleled. When it builds the world, even the sky will pierce. It looks like it is made of thousands of ancient swords. When he wants to see some details clearly.

The screen is disconnected.

Li Xi'an shook his head, a little dazed. It was a clue but it could not be called a clue.

"how?"

"There is no useful clue, it doesn't matter, it's enough to have a sword formation."

He stood up from the ancient tree.

"By the way, I'm going to go back."

"I know." Lu Xiao smiled, "But before going back, how about going to Li Jun as a second guest? The real guest is neither Chi Jiao nor a king of Taihang. He just goes to Li Jun as a friend to sit there."

“Is there any wine?”
Chapter completed!