Rolling smoke licked the sky, and the edges of the leaves of the trees below curled up, exuding a withered smell.
The sound coming from the towering trees was like a cicada beating its belly, followed by the sound of trees falling down and the angry roar of ancient beasts. Farther away, dragons with winged membranes flew into the sky, circling like hawks.
Shao Xiaoli felt a chill running down his spine as he looked at the ancient dragon surrounding him.
She was still standing in the Divine Painting Building just now, but in just a moment, the historical picture of the Divine Painting Building unfolded and enveloped her.
In front is the primeval forest, behind is the waves rolling, and a river rushing past.
That seems to be Luohe.
She was holding a sword and wearing a clean pear-colored dress, appearing somewhat out of place in this world.
He looked at the gathering dragons and the black demons that continued to surge in the distance. The human village was wrapped in it. Many practitioners held iron swords and rushed towards them. Blood overflowed in these scenes. .
This... where is this
Shao Xiaoli looked at the vast and boundless river at his feet, and felt familiar in his heart... Is it Luohe
"Lord Luo Shen, the demonic tide has pushed over, and the cattle formation has been torn apart. The elders of the southern village have also tried to stop it, but I'm afraid they can't be stopped. Lord Luo Shen, please leave quickly!"
Someone ran over quickly, knelt in front of her, and shouted hoarsely.
Shao Xiaoli looked at the subordinates in front of her and wanted to answer, but in her heart, a voice that did not belong to her rang: "I can't leave."
The man trembled all over and said: "There is no way we can win! There are so many of them that they can flatten all the villages near Luohe with their feet!"
The voice in Shao Xiaoli's heart sounded coldly again: "Go find the four elders and ask them to take the civilians to evacuate to the north. They will temporarily take shelter behind the snowy mountains. I will hold them back and wait for help."
"Waiting for help... No one will come. Master Luo Shen, are you still waiting for him? Didn't you say you want to take us to the bright world? If you die, everything will be over!"
The knife-wielding men with bloody faces roared excitedly.
Shao Xiaoli looked at him, her heart twitching slightly. She turned her head and found that there were many more people around her, men, women, old and young. They were in ragged clothes and looked at her with fearful and empty eyes.
"Take us away."
"Lord Luo Shen, don't abandon us..."
"There is no food in the snowy mountains. We will die if we go there."
“…”
Shao Xiaoli's eardrums buzzed. In the distance, there seemed to be a large number of giant beasts running towards here. The earth kept shaking. In her heart, another self spoke again:
"I won't wait for anyone. I stay here and just want to fight a bloody path for you. If not, I will die with you."
After saying that, she walked uncontrollably towards the place where the dragons and demons were roaring in the distance.
The roars of the tribesmen and subordinates were far behind.
Don’t… don’t…
Shao Xiaoli was also shouting in her heart. In her eyes, she seemed to see the blood-stained Luohe River again, and saw the scene of the goshawk circling and the setting sun falling. She died on the bank of the Luohe River holding a sword, with piles of blood at her feet. After removing the corpse, the people she protected slowly came from behind and knelt together in the pool of blood.
Shao Xiaoli couldn't tell the difference between reality and fiction for a moment.
The low roar of the demon dragon sent chills down his back. She held the sword, lowered her bow, and stared at the gathering Canglong. However, her body jumped out uncontrollably, as if she was completing a certain historical mission that had been destined for a long time.
In the gray sky, as Shao Xiaoli held his sword and walked away, streaks of white sword light suddenly passed around him.
She found some clarity in this sword light.
In the intertwined light, blood splashed, and the huge bodies of the dragon and the demon fell to the ground one after another. Without waiting for her to react, a hand wrapped around her waist. When the wind whistled by her ears, she was already high in the sky.
"Master..."
Shao Xiaoli murmured softly, and her consciousness returned to her mind. She looked at the boy holding her and whispered: "I... I can beat them."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Our enemies are not them, there is no need to waste time."
The sword rainbow landed and the golden crow flew out. Lu Jianjian and Siming drew their swords together and stopped in front of the village. The cattle formation in front had been broken through, and terrifying figures were running over like a group of apes.
Lu Marry and Siming looked at each other, and thrust out the black sword and the white sword at the same time.
Shao Xiaoli stood behind them, looking at the light gathering in the sky, and suddenly felt the urge to cry.
"Are you waiting for him?"
In my heart, that weak voice sounded again.
Shao Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, and then quickly responded with his heart: "We're waiting!"
"It's time... that's good."
The sound faded away lightly.
Shao Xiaoli covered his heart, feeling like he had gained or lost.
Ahead, dragons and demons screamed in the sword light, and fell in large pieces like paddy fields.
After all, this is just an illusion of history, and the realm of those gods and demons appears false under their swords.
The fleeing people on the side looked at them blankly, wondering where the magic weapon had dropped.
The four people quickly broke through here, moved forward, and arrived at the seaside of Beiming in the blink of an eye.
"Don't be afraid. This is just a historical illusion of the Shenhua Building. It's all over three thousand years ago." Ning Changjiu patted Shao Xiaoli's shoulder and consoled him.
"I, I'm not afraid." Shao Xiaoli said seriously: "I wasn't afraid back then!"
"Well, we, Xiao Li, are the bravest." Ning Jiujiu looked at the girl beside him and smiled softly.
"Master, why are we here? Is that sheep so powerful? Can't Master defeat it?" Shao Xiaoli asked.
Ning Jiujiu explained: "It has a close connection with this world and is far more powerful than the projections of other kings. But the projection is just a projection. Of course I am not afraid of it now, but... Master said she wants to be quiet."
"Master..."
Shao Xiaoli murmured softly.
Lu Marry and Si Ming flew back with their swords.
Shao Xiaoli praised: "Sisters' swords are getting faster and faster."
Siming pinched her cheek and sighed: "It's a pity that history is just history. Even if we kill everything here, we can't change the past one bit."
"It doesn't matter, the past is in the past." Shao Xiaoli said as if nothing had happened.
Si Ming's icy eyes melted, and she walked to Shao Xiaoli's side and whispered: "The sea breeze ahead is very salty. If Xiaoli wants to cry, just cry."
Shao Xiaoli pursed his lips and whispered: "What does this have to do with it? Sister Siming is looking for fun in Xiaoli again..."
Lu Marion, who was at the front, stopped.
On the bank of Beiming, Bai Zang has grown a little bigger and is lying on the ground. Ye Changong, who is wearing a big butterfly tie, is standing on the charred black rock. He is looking at the smoky sunset, and his right eye is still flowing. With golden light.
"Master, are you after Mr. Yuan?" Lu Jiaou asked.
Ye Changong withdrew his gaze and said, "I should be chasing him."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Don't be afraid, I am confident that I can kill the projection of the original monarch, but... I am afraid that there are other enemies."
Lu Marry asked: "Did you kill Ke Wenzhou with your last sword?"
Ning Jiujiu turned his consciousness to Liu Xiwan in his heart.
Liu Xiwan hesitated for a while and said angrily: "Don't you know how powerful the killing sword of our Tianyu Sword Scripture is?"
Ning was silent for a long time, looked at Lu Marry, and said solemnly: "He may still be alive."
When leaving the space of Zhulong's corpse, the remains of young Ke Wenzhou fell into the bottom of the corpse, and was submerged by the falling stones and the spewing spiritual energy. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead.
Ning Jiujiu opened his Taiyin Eyes and took a quick look. He vaguely discovered that there seemed to be fragments of consciousness hidden at the bottom of the Zhulong Consciousness Sea, but he had no time to distinguish what they were.
Lu Marian frowned and said, "The dark power of the Dark Lord is like the infinite power you told me. As long as it lasts for a breath, it can be fully revived."
Ning Jiujiu also felt a hint of despair: "It's already so difficult to kill one Ke Wenzhou. If the entire Dark Lord is like this, how can we win?"
Siming walked to the sea, looked at the vast sea, and said: "It is too ironic that the creations responsible for protecting the previous civilization will kill the new ones..."
Ning Changjiu said: "Perhaps this is the disaster of civilization."
Only by going through disasters can we enter a new world.
Ning Jiujiu walked to Ye Changong's side, looked at her right eye with a strange color, and asked, "Master, what's going on with your eyes?"
Ye Changong said: "I'm not sure yet, but I know it has something to do with the fire."
"Tinder..." Ning Jiujiu asked: "What are we here for?"
Ye Changong said: "I have some ideas that need to be verified. I will let you know when I complete the verification."
"Yeah." Ning didn't ask for a long time.
Any behavior that directly expresses thoughts may be spied on by beings above the Kingdom of God. Ye Changong cannot speak out his innermost thoughts before he can fully think about it.
The girl took one last look at the sea water in Beiming. She hugged Bai Zang's neck, stepped up with her petite body, and sat firmly on Bai Hu's back.
"Master, where are we going now?" Shao Xiaoli asked.
"Go earlier." Ye Changong said, "Let's go to the fourth thousand years."
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Middle Earth, Jiange, Seventy-third Cave Heaven.
There were still five days left before the day Ke Wenzhou said he would leave the country.
In these days, Liu Junzhuo tried to deal with the ghosts wandering in the ancient corridors, but she was surprised to find that these ghosts were like real immortals. Even if they were cut into thousands of pieces, they could still be spliced together exactly as they were. stand up.
They didn't pay attention to their swords, and just walked step by step in the ancient corridor all day long.
Today, there was a sense of shaking from the northwest.
No matter how shocking what happened in the northwest, when the fluctuations reached the Jiange, there was only a weak tremor.
But just this faint tremor caused the ghost figure wandering in the ancient corridor to stop.
Liu Junzhuo sat in the grid and looked out.
She was shocked to find that not only did these ghosts stop, they also stretched out their hands and used their jade tablets to knock on the wall beside the retreating disciples.
Liu Junzhuo didn't think much. The power of the remnant country in her body was immediately activated. When the sword light suddenly appeared, she jumped up and dragged the sword across her body, causing a large area of chaotic and flickering light and shadow. In the light and shadow, those ghosts The shadow fell to the ground in pieces, and then began to piece itself back together quickly.
At the same time, the disciples who were in seclusion and tempering their bodies in the cave slowly opened their eyes one after another.
The first one to wake up was the senior sister.
Zhou Zhenyue looked at her standing in the ancient corridor holding a sword as if facing an enemy, frowned and asked: "Junior sister... what are you doing?"
There were many squirming shadows between Liu Junzhuo and her, but it was obvious that Zhou Zhenyue could not see them.
Liu Junzhuotan opened his mouth slightly, wanting to explain.
But the other disciples soon woke up, and everyone subconsciously looked at her.
She felt that her body was a little stiff under the gaze.
Liu Junzhuo opened his mouth and lowered his eyelids. Instead of looking at the ghost figures that had returned to their original shape, he said softly: "It's nothing. Let's see if the sword is sharper after tempering."
She couldn't solve the problem of these ghosts now, and the other disciples certainly couldn't. Speaking of it rashly would only add to the confusion.
Zhou Zhenyue hummed, not doubting the junior sister.
"There are still five days until the date Master said, why are you all awake?" Liu Junzhuo asked curiously.
Zhou Zhenyue explained: "Forty-five days is the deadline. No matter whether the body tempering is successful or not, we must set off. It is of course good to wake up early. Maybe it can help the master."
"Oh, that's it..." Liu Junzhuo replied absently.
Zhou Zhenyue has gone to gather the disciples to test their cultivation results. Although the process of body tempering was painful, the result was smoother than expected. In just over a month, Jiange had ten more disciples of the pseudo-Five Realms out of thin air.
But I don’t know how useful these realms will be in the subsequent battles.
The disciples walked out of the 73rd cave together.
During this process, those ghosts did not take action.
But instead of feeling relieved, Liu Junzhuo felt even more numb, because after they left the cave, the ghosts wearing ancient robes and holding jade tablets also followed them! One after another, they stood behind the disciples, like shadows they could not avoid.
Liu Junzhuo could foresee that if these ghosts wanted to take action, they could use the puppet-killing technique without the disciples noticing, turning everyone into puppets that could be manipulated.
Myself...how to stop it
Liu Junzhuo clenched his fists tighter and tighter, dripping with cold sweat. When the wind blew his hair, he couldn't help but buckle the jade toes in the woman's boots.
"Junior sister." Zhou Zhenyue touched her shoulder lightly, and Liu Junzhuo trembled and looked at her.
Zhou Zhenyue looked at junior sister's pure and beautiful face and said worriedly: "Junior sister, what's wrong with you? Did something go wrong during the body tempering? Or... are you worried about something?"
Liu Junzhuo pulled back a lock of hair. She looked at her senior sister's concerned look, and her belief in her heart became stronger - kill the person who controls the puppets, and these puppets will also die... Whoever controls them will kill them. Who, even if that person is a mentor.
Liu Junzhuo shook his head and said, "It's okay. I was just a little, um... worried about my junior sister."
"Little junior sister..." Zhou Zhenyue also thought of Liu Xiwan and said, "Ning has been a cruel person for a long time. Little junior sister has fallen into a tiger's den and is in a wolf's mouth. How is her safety? I hope she can succeed in the assassination."
Liu Junzhuo smiled self-deprecatingly and said in a very soft voice: "It's better if Junior Sister doesn't get stabbed."
"What?" Zhou Zhenyue didn't hear clearly.
"I mean, junior sister can definitely succeed." Liu Junzhuo said with a smile.
Zhou Zhenyue nodded slightly, her eyebrows still filled with worry.
The other disciples are also ready.
Under the leadership of the two senior sisters, they headed northwest together, followed by the ghost of the ancient robe and jade wat.
"Senior sister, when you arrive at Guhuang, you stay where you are. I am at the highest level and will explore the way for you." Liu Junzhuo said, "I will come back to inform you after I find out that everything is fine. In short... don't go rashly. "
Although Zhou Zhenyue didn't know what she was worried about, she agreed to her junior sister's plan for safety reasons.
That evening, thirteen figures left the sword pavilion one after another.
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This is the eve of the outbreak of many major events. A depressing atmosphere hangs over the Middle Earth for no reason. The wind and clouds passing by the world have become dry, seeming to herald the coming disaster.
Today, Jiuling Yuan Sheng said goodbye to Bai Ze and Little Monkey, saying that he was going to see an old friend.
The little monkey is painstakingly building a wooden dragon in the house.
"I heard the legend of Middle-earth. The four elephants cause disasters, and the golden dragon appears. Worshiping the golden dragon will make you alive..." The little monkey said while weaving the wooden dragon: "When the disaster is coming, let's go to the city to dance the dragon." , just deceive the people out, and then destroy the Eighty-one City to rescue the saint!"
"Dragon dance." Bai Ze shook his head slightly and said, "I've only heard of lion dance and dragon dance, but I've never heard of lion dance."
The little monkey frowned and said eagerly: "Stop being sarcastic and come and help me! We can save every one!"
Bai Ze said: "There is no way for a golden dragon of your size to be seen by the whole city."
The little monkey asked: "How big is the dragon?"
Bai Ze said: "It must be at least half the size of Eighty-one City."
The little monkey's movements froze slightly. It looked at Bai Ze eagerly and asked: "Then... can you use your demon power to simulate one?"
Bai Ze shook his head, "If I want to save the saint, then I can't waste my energy on this."
The little monkey clenched his fists, looked at the wooden dragon he had worked so hard to make, and said to himself: "Is there really no other way?"
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In a temple, Jiuling Yuansheng crossed the threshold, looked past the bustling crowd, and finally saw a big turtle lying in the pool.
This is the money turtle in the temple. Throwing money on its back means good luck.
So it has a lot of money piled on its back.
This turtle is very old. Its neck is wrinkled and its eyelids are drawn together. It looks like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes of life.
Its feet stand in the water, its head is raised outside, and the Buddha in the temple behind it is painted gold and green smoke curls up.
Jiuling Yuansheng walked up to it, looked at the turtle, took out a crushed bell, and said with emotion: "Long time no see..."
The old turtle's head moved slightly and turned to the lion.
It stared at the broken bell for a long time before saying, "Yes, long time no see... Jiuling Green Lion, I didn't expect you to be still alive."
Jiuling Yuansheng smiled and said: "I don't call you this anymore. They call me Jiuling Yuansheng."
"Yuan Sheng..." Old Turtle pondered and said, "It sounds like he is even more powerful. Unlike me, I still don't have a name."
Jiuling Yuansheng said: "Isn't your name Zhenhai Linggui?"
"That's my title, not my name." Zhenhai Linggui looked at the bell and said, "How is the young man who came to give you the bell?"
"It should be fine." Jiuling Yuansheng said.
"You won't eat him, right?" Zhenhai Spirit Turtle asked doubtfully.
Jiuling Yuan Sheng laughed at himself and said: "How can I have such ability?"
Incense guests came and went, but no one seemed to see the nine-headed lion.
The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle looked at the gray sky and said, "It's been five hundred years..."
"Yes." Jiuling Yuansheng nodded and said: "Five hundred years ago, the sky tilted to the northwest and the earth fell to the southeast. At that time, I thought you were dead."
Zhenhai Linggui said: "Don't worry, the thousand-year-old king and the eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, according to this statement, I am still young. Besides, no matter what, the turtle can live longer than the lion."
"Really..." Jiuling Yuansheng put his hands on his knees and said, "It's just that no matter how long we live, we can only live for five hundred years. We are all hung up by the saints in one breath."
Zhenhai Linggui said: "You came to Eighty-one City to save the saint, right?"
Jiuling Yuan Sheng said: "What about you? Are you the same?"
Zhenhai Linggui shook his head: "I don't have the ability, I just want to spend more time with him."
Jiuling Yuansheng suddenly felt a sense of sadness. He sat there, like a burly man in his twilight years, thinking about his life in his leisure time.
Zhenhai Linggui asked: "There are many of our kind, but they are still under the imperial city on earth."
Jiuling Yuansheng nodded, "Yes."
"Can they be rescued?"
"If the saints can live, they can live."
"That's right... Many of our companions are still floating in the sea of ruins. If possible, remember to bring them back for burial."
"I... try my best." Jiuling Yuansheng pressed his hands on his knees and sighed: "It would be better if the saint gave me not an iron umbrella but a knife. I don't want to protect anyone from the wind and rain."
Zhenhai Linggui comforted him and said, "The sage has all his plans. He must have a reason for giving you the umbrella."
"Maybe."
The lion and the tortoise, who were imprisoned together in the cage during the heavy rain, were talking like this. After fighting with the sky, all the spirits withered, and the once sharp eyes had also been vicissitudes of life, like a copper bell covered with rust.
In this way, they ended their reunion after five hundred years of separation.
"The water here is too shallow, are you used to it?" Jiuling Yuansheng stood up, looked at it, and asked.
Zhenhai Linggui said: "Now the sea is peaceful and the lakes are calm. I am no longer needed in the world. I came from the temple and I should go back to the temple."
Jiuling Yuansheng nodded and said: "Then take care of yourself."
In the setting sun, Zhenhai Turtle turned his head, looked at the crimson light reflected in the water, looked at the scattered copper coins on his back, and said with a smile: "I am very good. Look, how rich I am."
…
With a silent smile, Jiuling Yuan Sheng passed through the crowd and walked out of this temple, which was quite popular.
A woman's purse fell to the ground while buying incense. Jiuling Yuan Sheng transformed into an old man, picked it up, and returned it to the woman. The child next to her said seriously, "Thank you, grandpa."
The mother and son thanked each other and went to the temple. The child took the smallest copper coin and tried to throw it on the back of the money turtle.
In the temple, people light incense and pray for signs. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas enshrined in the temple are in seals and have their eyebrows bowed. They are indescribably full and kind, as if they can protect everything.
People didn't know that the old man who wanted to destroy everything was standing outside, staring at them silently.
Jiuling Yuansheng closed his eyes, turned and left.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the sky.
A bird with golden feathers flew over and landed on the tree next to him.
"Why are you here? Aren't you afraid that I will eat you?" Jiuling Yuan Sheng did not hide his surprise.
The visitor is the golden-winged roc.
He is already a remnant soul, wrapped in fragments of authority, barely able to maintain his true appearance.
The golden-winged roc said: "This is a letter from the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons. It is a guess she made while looking at the stars these days. She asked me to give it to me, maybe it will be useful."
Jiuling Yuansheng asked: "Then why don't you find a disciple who is not impressive?"
The golden-winged roc shook his head and said weakly: "I don't have the strength to go find them. You can hand them over for me, and... I can only come to you."
Jiuling Yuan Sheng was puzzled: "Why?"
"My weak body with residual soul is unable to do anything else." The golden-winged roc stared directly at him and said: "Don't you always want to obtain the complete Taotie power? Now, eat me. "
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(Friendly recommendation: "Mahabdhi", a novel about a certain point, without a female protagonist, Journey to the West)