Let it burn.
Chen Changsheng said to himself, very calm.
As these three words resounded in his heart, the wilderness carrying the stars and snow flakes burned rapidly. The fire was countless times stronger than before. In just an instant, those snow flakes burned cleanly and filled On the surface of the clear lake around Lingtai Mountain, faint blue flames also grew, which looked extremely beautiful.
The snow flakes melted into clear water, turned into clouds, or condensed into water again, or spread in the form of clouds. Those were the true essence, raging violently and swiftly in his body, forcing open his blocked meridians, On the dry riverbed, no matter whether it is a stone forest or an abyss in front, it will always move forward firmly.
The violent true essence ignited his blood, ablated his viscera and meridians, brought unimaginable pain, made his face extremely pale, and made his eyes brighter and brighter.
Chen Changsheng raised his realm to the peak without any scruples, and stood on the threshold between life and death. He was fighting with his life, only in this way could he provide enough true energy for the dagger in his hand, awaken the its soul.
The huge golden-winged roc in the sky in front of the mausoleum looked down at him indifferently. There was a strong wind and white airflow mixed into the light at the edge of its wings. There was some vague sense of admiration.
Chen Changsheng's body that had been bathed in dragon's blood possessed a nearly perfect defensive ability. However, as the snow field ignited, until the lake water also began to burn, an unimaginable amount of true energy burst out of his body, and his body finally couldn't bear it. , began to crack.
The first thing to crack was the corner of the eye, and then the eardrum. Several streams of blood flowed from his facial features, and then the skin on his face also began to crack, with streams of blood spilling out. The picture looked extremely terrifying. In those cracked bloodstains, one could see flesh and bones, as well as faint flames. The blood trickled down his face and hands, wet his clothes, wet the hilt of his sword, fell on the ground of the stone platform, and continued to burn.
An indescribable fragrance, along with his blood, scattered around the mausoleum, and as the blood burned, the fragrance became stronger countless times, and spread farther until it reached the edge of the grassland.
The most sensitive to this fragrance are naturally monsters. The black ocean around the mausoleum became violent again. Those monsters who were suppressed by the power of the golden-winged roc who did not dare to raise their heads could not bear the temptation in the scent of blood that seemed to come from the deepest part of their lives, and raised their heads to look at the top of the mausoleum. Panting, making a ho-ho sound, drooling, the beast's eyes are red, excited and greedy.
The golden-winged roc also smelled the scent of blood, and in the shadows covering the sky, its eyes were like two swaying divine fires. At this moment, the two divine fires ignited violently with a bang, and the indifferent sacred aura Some kind of emotion at last.
That emotion is admiration for life, yearning, longing, and… lust.
This is the emotion that Chen Changsheng fears the most. It was the thing he was most afraid of in the past, but now he is not afraid, because life and death are on the line, and his feet are already on the threshold. Only by burning himself can he wake up. Why do you care about those gazes
The shadow of the golden-winged roc fell on the mausoleum. It spread its wings and covered the grassland with a radius of thousands of miles. Both the sky and the ground became dark. Covered and pitch black like a real night that this grassland has never seen before, thousands of swords trembled slightly, almost unable to bear it, and some swords gradually fell like fallen leaves.
An absolutely supreme coercion was mixed with the most primitive and true greedy desire, as if it had become something substantial, and fell on Chen Changsheng in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.
In an instant, the fresh blood flowing on his body congealed, the burning flames extinguished, and the black hair that was tightly bound behind him scattered, and then began to wither and turn yellow from the end of the hairline, gradually turning into ashes, and falling down.
wake up.
He looked at the dagger in his hand and thought to himself.
wake up.
He spoke silently to his heart.
What is inside? It is Youfu. Where is Youfu? On Lingtai Mountain. The gate of Chen Changsheng's Youfu has already been opened, and there is not a single leaf on Lingtai Mountain, but it is surrounded by that seemingly real and illusory lake, and the mountain is in the lake.
The lake hanging in the sky is very clear, extremely transparent, with blue flames burning on the surface, and in the deepest part of the lake, the departed soul of the black dragon is floating quietly. Following Chen Changsheng's call, a very slight tremor spread from the Youfu to the mountain path of Lingtai Mountain, and then to the lake. The lake water began to rippling gently, washing the black dragon's body gently, like a gentle tremor. Touching, like her father woke her up every morning when he didn't leave home.
The black dragon slowly opened his eyes, a trace of bewilderment appeared in the vertical pupils, looking at the ice particles in the lake around him, it took a moment to remember what happened before she fell asleep, and then she felt the deepness of the secluded mansion deep in the lake. Hearing Chen Changsheng's voice, it only took a moment to understand what was going on outside at this moment, and even saw the golden-winged roc in the sky.
A breath of indifference emanated from her pupils, it was arrogance and contempt, although at this time she was just a Lihun, and she couldn't bear the challenge of the golden-winged roc to herself, that arrogance and contempt turned into berserk anger.
A clear and angry dragon howl rang out from the depths of the lake, but it did not spread far, causing the lake to churn continuously, and the surface of the lake burned even more violently. With a loud bang, the black dragon broke through the lake, left the Youfu, and flew over the snow The field that had already been burned, followed the true essence river formed by the clouds and clear water, flew over the river bed that was no longer dry, flew over broken streams and abysses, followed Chen Changsheng's consciousness into his arms, and then left and entered A whole new world.
The departed soul of the black dragon entered the short sword. To her, this was a completely strange world, full of golden light. What made her feel inexplicably kind was that in this world, she felt two extremely familiar breath. Those two powerful auras even made her a little uneasy, but she couldn't think of any resistance, because those two auras were elders.
No one knew, not even Chen Changsheng himself, how closely this short sword was related to the Dragon Clan.
In the old temple in Xining Town, Yu people gave him this short sword. He took part in many battles with this short sword. The sharpness of this short sword has shocked the world a lot, but in fact this short sword is truly The power of it has never been exerted at all.
Because his realm cultivation base is too ordinary, there is no way to cultivate the sword intent worthy of this sword, and also because after the sword was successfully refined fifteen years ago, he has been in a certain kind of unwillingness, unwilling to wake up.
Until this time, the dragon soul entered the short sword, met the sword intent of the Dragon Chanting Sword, and the sword finally woke up.
Really woke up.
Chen Changsheng didn't know what had happened to the dagger, but he knew that the sword had awakened.
The soul of this sword has awakened.
He looked up at the golden-winged roc above the mausoleum, with a calm expression, bright eyes, full of fighting spirit. The Wan Dao sword around the mausoleum, following his gaze, slowly adjusted its direction and pointed at Dapeng, who was about to set off.
Go, he said to the short sword in his heart, but he didn't know that these two words came out of his mouth.
"Go!"
He threw the dagger in his hand into the sky!
The short sword turned into a golden light, left the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and flew towards the golden-winged roc! There was a tremor between the heaven and the earth, thousands of golden lights appeared in front of the mausoleum, and thousands of swords rang together, making crisp or hoarse sword sounds!
Wan Jian swished through the air and went away with the dagger! Let the light shine!
The yellow paper umbrella was shaking gently in his left hand, like cheering, like blessing.
The short sword drew a straight line in the dark sky.
Ten thousand swords followed closely behind it, forming a thin belt about ten miles long!
Wan Jian came to the sky, and the light overflowing from the wings of the golden-winged roc fell on them.
Wan Jian reflected those rays of light, flashing light non-stop, as if like scales.
Wan Dao Sword is ten thousand scales, connected together in the sky, and at the forefront of them is the short sword.
The dagger exudes unimaginable coercion and light.
Faintly, in that piece of sacred light, a golden dragon head seemed to appear.
It was the head of a giant golden dragon, and its whiskers fluttered across the sky.
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