I have received the gift of the nomadic giant's sacred tree, and I know the true meaning of the existence of the ghost star, but the ghost star has been reduced to the puppet of those descendants time and time again, it is second only to Pangu who created the world and created the human race Nuwa, the oldest god, is one of the dragon spirits admired by the world. It must have been enshrined by the primitive and weak human race millions of years ago.
Now its consciousness is muddy, its spiritual wisdom has disappeared, leaving only a huge ancestor's body and an instinct of existence, even so, it still has not escaped the fate of being used and enslaved!
Zhu Minglang tightly grasped the red dial sword, he understood why he hated Ji Yuanye so much, and why he couldn't forgive Soul Banner Master!
If the mother of the earth can be trampled and desecrated, there will be no meaning for existence of creatures and creatures!
Red Sun Sword, Suzaku!
The sky and the earth turned into a vast melting pot, the sky was blazed with fireworks, and the brilliance of the sword blade became the only sky light in this world!
In the eyes of the world, day and night alternate rapidly. It's not that the innocence has darkened, or the sky has suddenly brightened, but that Zhu Minglang's sword flame has overwhelmed Tianhui. The original day is like a dark night. And when Zhu Minglang unleashed the Scarlet Sun Sword, the sky suddenly appeared! !
Zhu Minglang penetrated into the sky, turned into an ancient Suzaku, the same scarlet red, and crashed into the red scar star!
Zhu Minglang didn't want to increase the pain of Youhen Star, he would not cut off the world-destroying claw of Youhen Star, nor would he cut off the head of Youhen Star, he didn't want to hurt Youhen Star in the slightest, he just wanted to use This sword pierced through Youhen Xinghuo's red heart!
The heart of Phantom Star is also devastated. It has been exhausted for a long time, but it still keeps beating for the ancient belief.
Time to rest.
Zhu Minglang felt that Youhen Star needed a real long sleep, not that after the body was disintegrated, the soul was still enslaved.
Zhu Minglang's greatest kindness is to be fierce enough when he strikes the sword, so that Youhen Star can be killed instantly!
Youhen Star's eyes stared at Zhu Minglang, and for a moment it seemed to sense the bond between Zhu Minglang and it. This kind of sympathy between the ancient gods made Zhu Minglang even capture a trace of guilt.
Zhu Minglang felt a trace of guilt from Youhen Star, its old eyes turned, as if it was saying sorry to Zhu Minglang, it shouldn't have trampled Beidou Shenzhou like that!
"Raise your paws!!!" Ji Yuanye roared frantically.
Even an ancestral dragon like Zhu Jiuyin couldn't resist Ji Yuanye's orders at all, but this Dragon of the Back Earth seemed to retain a little bit of disposition in such a desperate situation.
It didn't raise its claws, it was clearly able to defend, at least it used the Extinguishing Claw to neutralize Zhu Minglang's sword power, but Youhenxing didn't make this defensive move!
The more Zhu Minglang sympathizes with Youhen Star, the more he concentrates his power on the tip of the sword heart!
The soul banner master can not only make dragon spirits into dragon banners, but also living people.
When one day, the soul banner master manipulates the slave souls of people to kill their relatives, no matter who kills whom, then
This pain is indescribable, and it distorts a person's basic beliefs!
Zhu Minglang has already felt the horror of the soul flag at this moment. Why doesn't he wish to open up a clean starry sky, so that the ghost star can roam in the starry sky without any erosion, and quietly guard the various creatures that inhabit it. Change, life continues.
In fact, today's vast and bright Nine Heavens Field evolved from one after another of these Houtu Dragons, Lichuan, Jiting, Tianshu, Beidou, Jiaosu, Juntian, Jiuye
How could it become like this, chaotic, fragmented, and bottomless!
The gods have always referred to God.
But in fact every god does not want to have a real God.
That's why when they saw a person who was expected to become the Cangshen, they would desperately come to obstruct them, turning them into one after another of the Heavenly Scourge Mountains in front of their eyes!
A sword pierced through, facing the heart!
The bright red astral heart stopped beating at the moment the sword passed, and the huge and boundless soul body also disintegrated, like a sand dune whose outline was blown away by the strong wind, slowly, slowly dissipating!
Standing on a high place, Zhu Minglang looked at the red dust, and there were still countless obstructers standing in the hazy world. For some reason, a figure suddenly appeared in Zhu Minglang's mind. Looking back at the figure of a woman.
Under the osmanthus tree, she was sometimes holy and noble, and sometimes vicious like a demon.
Zhu Minglang shook his head, trying to erase her figure from his mind, but her sharp laughter and words could not be shaken away.
"You're just like us after all."
"Do you think that I have never tried my best to influence the world? Being kind to them will only make me have no bottom line, and being lenient to them will only be used by ridicule. It doesn't matter if you are the god of the sky, everyone can become an evil god , You can’t kill, you can’t kill, you can only reshape, only reshape, before reshaping, you must annihilate everything!!”
Zhu Minglang knew that this was the voice of God Xuan Ge, she died, why didn't she plant a demon in her heart!
No one will really die, as long as they exist in this world, there will be something left, even if it is just a small change made by people.
The appearance of the Phantom Star made Zhu Minglang recall the hardships of Beidou Shenzhou, and the transformation and struggle of the gods that he worked hard to carry out, but this did not seem to make Beidou Shenzhou better.
It's no wonder that God Xuan Ge would linger under the osmanthus tree, laughing wantonly at himself a hundred years later.
Zhu Minglang took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually turned red. Zhu Minglang even lost his patience in this mountain of ghosts and ghosts. His heart and soul gradually overlapped with the self in the dragon gate. In order to climb to the ninth heaven, Endless killing, all obstacles are enemies!
The familiar power and sense of killing reappeared in the thunder calamity of thousands of incarnations. Zhu Minglang slowly raised the red sundial sword that was stained with the blood of Youhen Star in his hand. The spiritual realm opened and the dragons descended. In the world, without uttering a word, these dragons who lived and died with Zhu Minglang rushed to the Soul Mountain and were submerged in the Thunder Abyss Divine Tribulation! !
Isn't this thunder abyss the epitome of Longmen Nine Heavens!
A hundred years of reincarnation is more than a hundred years, each reincarnation is no less than one life, each life starts from the bottom, and then climbs to the ninth heaven, the hardships experienced far exceed everything I have experienced in Longmen.
But why did I only remember the world outside the Dragon Gate?
Zhu Minglang understands which ones are real and beautiful and which ones are illusory and meaningless.