There are exotic flowers and fragrant herbs, beautiful peaks and strange mountains, and mysterious animals exuding the scent of orchids and musk, playing in groups among the mountains and fields. The sky is interwoven with the purple and blue of the sunset and the bright pink of the morning glow, which is extremely dreamy.
Liu Fuguang watched the scene of the barbaric era in amazement. A three-headed giant walked up from behind him, strode across the winding lake, and let out a roar like wind and thunder.
Where did that sacrificial song take him
Just as he was extremely surprised, he suddenly heard an indescribable sound, like thunder, like a huge tide, so powerful that it shook the sky and the earth.
Liu Fuguang pushed aside the clouds and mist and leaned over to look.
I saw the Pillar of Heaven standing far away, supporting the balance of the world. Between the vast heaven and earth, thousands of dragons rose into the sky, shining in five colors, led by the dark yellow Yinglong.
There is no more magnificent and sad scene than this. The ancient times are passing away, and the age of gods is also passing away. At the end of everything, the dragons are howling, and the sun, moon and stars are bidding farewell with a dim glow.
"The war between the Human Emperor and the Eleven Dragon Lords is ultimately unavoidable."
Hearing the voice, Liu Fuguang was startled and broke away from the vast scene. He didn't even notice someone coming next to him.
He turned around and saw ten human gods with different appearances and costumes standing in the clouds, looking sad and solemn. Liu Fuguang recognized the youngest wizard at a glance, holding a long staff and with a small green and red snake hanging from his ear.
The Ten Witches of Lingshan, Wu Luo.
He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found it a little funny, because Wu Luo's skin was like copper, his hair was as black as ink, his brow bones and nose bridge were high, which made his eyes look particularly deep. In any way, he could not be described as "a human body with a beast face, blue eyes and fangs". On the contrary, he was very handsome and charming, with a kind of wild charm. It was obvious that Yan Huan was talking nonsense again.
"It is fate!" another witch ancestor lamented, "The dragon beasts are gone, the phoenix birds have gone far away, and the emperors are silent and silent. Isn't this enough to alert us? The Ten Witches of Lingshan should also make plans early."
The witch ancestor in the middle seemed very calm. She was a tall and strong woman. When she spoke, her voice was like that of a majestic mother goddess: "We are only human gods. Our lifespans will eventually end. If we don't die now, then we will also die. Let the heaven and the earth go to war! From now on, it will be the future of the human race. Only one god will remain in the world, and that will not be us."
Some of the witches were calm, some were crying, and some were unwilling. Liu Fuguang kept watching Wu Luo's reaction and noticed that his gaze was always focused on one place.
Wu Luo's expression naturally attracted the attention of other relatives. One of the witches asked in confusion: "Wu Luo, what are you looking at?"
"I'm looking over there," Wu Luo's voice was unexpectedly shy and gentle, like a gentle spring breeze blowing across a field of lush green grass. "It was so difficult for Yinglong to give birth to a child, why did its parents abandon it?"
Following his guidance, the Ten Witches and Liu Fuguang all saw the lonely dragon egg after all the dragons left.
The Wu Zu in the middle pondered for a moment and said, "The sons and grandsons of Emperor Ying? Don't ask too much. If this is the decision of the Yinglong clan, we cannot interfere."
The witches left one after another, leaving Wu Luo alone. He looked at the lonely dragon egg that was shaking slightly in the strong wind, as if it was crying, and his heart was filled with pity.