For a long time, in the eyes of the Buyik people, Asa was old and crooked. He possessed endless knowledge, and at the same time, he was old, weak and dying.
But at this moment, Asa, who raised his long knife high and slashed down, the knife shining like a rainbow, has completely changed his appearance.
He roared and roared like a raging lion.
The blue veins on the back of the hand holding the knife protruded like a horned dragon, and the raging flames were reflected in his pupils, igniting into a resolute violence that put everything on the line. The wrinkles on the face were all solidified into the lines of the bronze statue, and pure power was poured into the lines, and the old man who raised his knife and leaped up became a man who was indomitable at this moment.
In a man's world, life and death are not concerned, consequences are not concerned, success or failure is not concerned.
It does only one thing:
That is, even if you are carrying a heavy burden like Mount Tai, you must draw out your knife and cut it down without hesitation!
The air trembled, and when the long knife slashed down, it was like the pure black sky was torn apart mercilessly from the beginning to the end by violent lightning, and the flames burning in the temple were caught in the light of the knife for a moment.
The meteor-like knife light and Changhong penetrated into the indestructible sycamore tree.
The loud noise of the collision of meteorites rumbled in the space of the temple like an explosion, shaking people's eardrums as if they were about to burst, and the sharp breaking sound exploded like thunder.
Magma-like red flames burst out from the trunk of the iron tree, and the air suddenly became scorchingly hot.
Asa roared, the muscles on his face twisted, the hand holding the long knife was shattered, and blood rolled down the handle of the knife. Misty mist-like gas rose around him, and the magma-like red fire around him seemed to be cut by something terrifyingly sharp.
Compared with the towering iron tree, Asa is like a tiny mayfly.
But now, the insignificant mayfly will also shake the towering tree.
Amidst the roar, Asa poured all of his true energy from his hands into the long knife inserted into the crack of the tree trunk, and a series of sounds that sounded like the sky was breaking, Asa slashed down from the top of the tree trunk with the long knife.
There was a long scar from top to bottom on the sycamore tree, like a human artery being cut open, and a sticky red fire sprayed out from it.
blood in general.
When the Shenmu was split by the long knife, the entire black royal city trembled together. Cracks appeared on the thick black stone streets, and magma-like flames burst out from the ever-expanding cracks. The sycamore tree is the heart of Naam City, and now this heart is being cut open.
A series of cracks traversed the majestic royal city, and large chunks of rock shattered and fell from the sky pillar. Suspended in mid-air by the eight pillars, the uninhabited royal city is falling apart.
Those huge bronze armored knights ran like a torrent from the constantly shattering streets of the king's city, rushing towards the crumbling temple with red flames.
When the cavalry started to run, the rocks were trembling, and the armor of tens of thousands of tons collided with each other, making a muffled sound of thunder. They passed through the flames like a torrent, forming a terrifying army and rushing towards the temple.
Chen Geguang stood in the raging fire, almost blankly watching the army rushing like a torrent.
—While he was walking alone in the dark temple, suddenly the temple trembled, and thousands of tons of rocks fell down. Chen Geguang dodged in embarrassment, and when he was about to be crushed to death by a boulder, two people rescued him.
One was dressed as a guard, holding a knife in his hand, and the other was as pale as a seriously ill man, holding a longbow burning with golden flames in his hand.
There are other people in this ghost place? Such a thought flashed through Chen Geguang's mind, but he didn't have a chance to ask a word.
No explanation, no words.
At that time, there were temples that were constantly collapsing on the left and right. The huge boulder weighed 10,000 tons, and the ground was broken like a spider web under the feet, and magma-like flames spewed out from the cracks.
Doomsday-like destruction scene.
All this is beyond the scope of Chen Geguang's comprehension!
Mortals can only tremble and tremble in front of the god-like scene.
But the two people who saved Chen Geguang's life led him forward quickly in this terrifying scene without changing their expressions. The pale and good-looking bow-wielding youth blocked the longbow in front of them, So all the flames along the way automatically separated from them.
Rumbling, the sound of horseshoes sounded like a mine, and at the end of the wide street leading to the gate of the temple, the terrifying cavalry that Chen Geguang had seen appeared, passing the long street of the royal city like a torrent.
That is the unstoppable terror cavalry.
However, the two people around me who still moved forward without hesitation in this doomsday-like destruction scene, they did not evade.
Chen Geguang saw the man with the knife take out a bronze token.
The knife-wielding man cut his own wrist, blood dripped onto the bronze token, and a terrifying whirlwind suddenly rolled up around them.
Terrifying majesty erupted from the bronze token in the hands of the knife-wielding man, and the air vibrated like an emperor roaring angrily. Chen Geguang couldn't hold it any longer, the knife in his hand plunged into the rock, and was shocked by the terrifying coercion with a plop, and fell to his knees directly on the ground.
The person holding the knife was Ye Qiusheng.
He held the bronze token that Mr. Yan used to ask him to save Chen Geguang in his hand, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead. There are ancient runes on the token, and the runes are lighting up bit by bit at this time.
When the coercion was getting heavier, the huge and terrifying torrent of cavalry had already rushed in front of the three of them.
Chen Geguang felt the chilling wind coming from the cavalry, and his pupils reflected the bronze-covered horse's hoof stepping down from the sky.
— This cavalry headed towards the depths of the temple.
When the three of them were about to be trampled by the torrent of giant-like cavalry, and the iron cavalry was about to drive straight in, the rune on the bronze token in Ye Qiusheng's hand was finally fully activated.
Chen Geguang only heard a loud bang like a crash in the air, and the next moment a bright light exploded in front of the three of them.
Such a bright light, bright enough to illuminate the entire space.
There was nothing left in front of my eyes, a vast expanse of whiteness.
His eyes ached like burning, and physiological tears rolled down his face. The world was only white, Chen Geguang couldn't see anything, and there was the sound of something cracking and breaking inch by inch.
The sound of horseshoes stopped, and a lot of powder-like things fluttered down in the air, causing ears to buzz.
Chen Geguang was trembling and crawling on the ground. In the terrifying burst of power just now, even if Ye Qiusheng and the others opened the barrier, he was still shaken so that his internal organs seemed to be dislocated, and blood spurted from his mouth.
—What is the origin of these two people
Are they crazy
Chen Geguang is not dead, but he is already blind.
After the snow-white world lasted for a long time, only darkness remained before his eyes.
In the white light that was as bright as snow just now, that torrent of cavalry froze in mid-air, and then started from the beginning, turning into powder little by little, and falling down in the wind.
The bronze token Ye Qiusheng was holding fell to the ground with a bang.
He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and his whole body became sluggish in an instant.
Now it was all right, his face was the same as Baili Shu's, so pale that there was no trace of blood left.
The white light dissipated slowly, and the flames in the black royal city were still burning fiercely, but the cavalry that was about to rush into the temple to prevent Asa from destroying the sacred tree of the phoenix tree had disappeared.
"Hold."
Ye Qiusheng supported his body with the knife, cursed softly, gritted his teeth and tried to stand up.
Baili Shu's face was already pale, but now it became even more frighteningly white. He held a golden longbow in his hand, and it was he who had just used the longbow to protect the three of them.
Ye Qiusheng barely picked up the bronze token with his exhausted hands, and failed to stand up after two tries.
Baili Shu stretched out his hand and pulled him.
Before the three of them stood still, the continuous vibration of the entire building suddenly became more intense. Bailishu coughed and pulled Ye Qiusheng and Chen Geguang several feet away.
They had just rushed away from the gate of the temple when they heard a loud bang behind them.
The tall, majestic, ancient python-circling temple gate collapsed behind the three of them, and the ground trembled. Amidst the rumbling sound, raging fire and black flames flew wildly like crows, and sparks fell all over the sky like rain.
Baili Shu didn't care about the scene behind him.
He looked up in the direction of the main hall of the temple.
Flames erupted from the hundreds of feet high building in the main hall, rolling high towards the pitch-black sky, and the throne suspended in the sky seemed to melt in the field of vision, turning into crimson magma and dripping down from the deep black sky. The space around the throne began to distort—no, not just the space around the throne.
Cracks began to appear on the eight huge stone pillars supporting the Black King City, and the rocks began to fall off one by one, smashing into the increasingly raging and roaring black water.
The city of Wangcheng, which had already been covered with spider web-like cracks, shattered street by street, rolled down from the stone pillars, and tumbled into the black water that came from nowhere and where it was flowing. The iron chains connecting the isolated islands that Ye Qiusheng and the others had stepped on one by one, suspended in the air and formed spiral ladders, broke.
One by one, isolated islands fell from the sky.
The sycamore tree supporting this space is dying.
Today, after the Ten Thousand Immortals Era, the entire space is finally heading for complete destruction.
Baili Shu stood up straight.
He drew a long arrow.
It was a long arrow made of horned dragon backbone bones, an arrow made of golden crow skulls, and a blue bird's feathers for tail feathers. The moment the long arrow was taken out, the surrounding flames rose suddenly, and the cry of the ancient Golden Crow seemed to be heard in the air.
Baili Shu nocks the arrow, Zhang Xian.
He slowly raised his hand, aiming at the floating throne that was melting.
The white robe was blown away by the strong wind, he let go of his hand, and shot a fateful arrow.
The author has something to say: I doubt whether I have not yet graduated from the second grade of junior high school.
Why this obsession with all things vast and fatal
In the temple, the old Asa let out a roar like a lion, and his long knife cut open the legendary immortal sycamore tree like a rainbow, and the fire like blood spewed out; Robe, Bailishu, who walked on the long river of time, once again pulled the string with an arrow, and shot a flaming arrow.
In the sky is a molten throne, and under the throne is a black royal city that is collapsing. The eight pillars supporting the royal city are cracking, and the waves of black water under the pillars are like anger.
I love this kind of vast and sad picture, and this kind of obsession will die.