It seems that there are only two colors left in the world.
Black and gold.
In the pitch-black space, the place where the long arrow passed left magnificent traces like molten gold. Ye Qiusheng raised his head, looking at the "determined" arrow, just like what he saw in the Prisoner Tower, hitting the bronze throne hanging high above the royal city.
The throne was originally in the sky, like a melting sun, and the sun was the Golden Crow in ancient times.
After the era changed several times, in the long river of time, an arrow that shot down the Golden Crow appeared again.
The golden longbow held in Baili Shu's hand has changed.
The golden longbow was completely on fire, and Bailishu held the longbow like holding a round of the sun. Where they stood, it was as bright as day.
On the longbow, countless complicated and dizzyingly gorgeous runes emerged.
It seemed that the dust that had been sealed for a long time was finally wiped away, and the terrifying power that had been silent for a long time was revived in the bow of the longbow. As for the person holding the longbow, his eyebrows and eyes were completely illuminated by the golden flame.
There was an almost ice-cold calm in his eyes.
—The one held in Baili Shu's hand was not a golden black longbow imitating the Sunset Bow.
That was the real one, in ancient times, the divine bow that shot down the Golden Crow!
The divine bow named "Sunset".
When the sun sets and the sun sets, when the ancient emperors who overthrew the rule of wild beasts become new tyrants, they will become the new "when will it be exhausted" suns! The Golden Crow is the image of the sun! The ancient emperor who was like a violent sun fell under the golden longbow. Shouldn't that longbow be called "Sunset"!
The past events of the ancient era are so hidden in legends that they have been passed down to future generations.
Back then, Shen Ye used the Golden Crow Bow imitated from "Sunset" to find Bailishu who had lost his memory and walked with the longbow of the sunset.
That Golden Crow Bow is just a medium.
And held in Bailishu's hand, to accompany him in the long eternal life, from the beginning to the end, is the real sunset bow.
The Era of Chaos disappeared, and the Era of Ten Thousand Immortals was interrupted. Tens of thousands of years of time surged away in the torrent of history, and in this torrent, the longbow named Sunset revived again in the hands of its owner.
So Bailishu shot the arrow that was so bright that it was astonishing.
The golden flame exploded, and the rolling fire burned in the pitch-black sky, the whole space trembled, the sound of the wind was shrill and deafening, and the black water under the royal city boiled up. Terrifying, trembling majesty erupted in this silent and dark space.
But that is no longer the majesty of the return of the emperor.
It was desperate rage.
It is the mournful cry when the unstoppable end comes.
The royal city under his feet trembled, and the hard rock under his feet cracked inch by inch. Cobweb-like cracks spread all over the streets and alleys. Not only the temples, but the stone houses on both sides of the long streets began to collapse one by one. The wind ran furiously in this miraculous king city where the era and time were frozen, roaring ferociously.
In the sound of the wind, there is fire all over the sky.
Golden, the fire that sets the whole world on fire.
With the sound of the sky breaking, the throne in the sky was completely shattered by an arrow that drew a golden trajectory. So the sky is like a shower of meteors across the sky. Groups of fireballs drew long and amazing arcs in the pitch-black sky, and then smashed heavily into the royal city that had already begun to disintegrate with a destructive momentum.
The sound of rumbling is endless.
The flame burned completely like this.
The black royal city cast by the White Emperor who was born in the flames is now being destroyed vigorously in the flames.
This dark world is so magnificent at this moment.
It's so beautiful that you can't breathe.
This is a tragic song of death, the world is destroyed.
In the Prisoner Desolation Era, the scenes he saw back in time came to Ye Qiusheng's mind. In this world intertwined with gold and black, his pupils were imprinted with a young man holding a longbow. His eyebrows and eyes were illuminated by the fire, as if Frozen into a painting in the years.
In the Prisoner's Tower, he saw a white-robed man holding a longbow going up against the flow of people and shooting an arrow that annihilated the throne. The tribal kingdom in the white clouds was destroyed in a tumbling sea of undead flames. That ancient picture overlapped with everything in front of him—the White Emperor City destroyed in a sea of golden flames in a pitch-black world.
Ye Qiusheng knew who the person who shot the arrow and whose face was hidden under the cloak in the phantom he saw back then was now.
Chaoge Baili, Muzhi Dongling.
Baili Baili, the most mysterious Baili in the Gu Clan's Eighteenth School!
After shooting that arrow, Baili Shu staggered, his face was pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He used his longbow as a pillar and half knelt on the ground. A meteorite-like fireball fell from the sky, hitting where the three of them were standing.
Ye Qiusheng called Bailishu's name, and Bailishu turned his head.
In the splendor of the falling golden fireball, Bailishu saw Ye Qiusheng running towards him.
He grabbed Bailishu's wrist, pulled Chen Geguang along with him, and rushed forward with the last of his strength. Ye Qiusheng didn't care about where to run, and led the two of them out of the range where the fireball fell. As soon as he rushed out, he felt a burning heat behind his back—the burning heat of the sun setting behind his back.
"Go to the main hall."
Bailishu coughed, gritted his teeth and stood up, and together with Ye Qiusheng, who was also exhausted, grabbed Chen Geguang and rushed towards the crumbling main hall of the temple.
The entire space is collapsing at an increasing speed.
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In the main hall of the temple, the majestic sycamore tree shattered and fell to the ground, reddish fire was burning on the horned dragon-like branches.
Asa coughed blood, inserted the long knife into the deep rock, and half knelt on the ground.
He was covered in blood, and his pale hair was blood-stained and ablaze. His tiger's mouth has been completely shattered, and the hands holding the knife are shaking-he can no longer swing the knife.
Beside him is the fallen sycamore tree, and above his head are black rocks that keep falling. However, Asa hoarsely raised her head and smiled.
How can a mayfly shake a tree
Asa remembered that Master once asked him such a question when he was young.
I do not know. he answered. Because no matter how you look at it, it is a very hopeless and slim thing.
How insignificant is a mayfly that lives and dies at night, how can such a mayfly shake a big tree? Not a shred of hope.
Master smiled and said, it's very simple, just put everything together.
Just spell it all out. So I spent nearly a hundred years trekking in the desert full of yellow sand for a layout; so I put in my own past to hide my name, so I put in a conscience that is worthless and meaningless.
The so-called Tianji Valley is made up of unscrupulous people like them.
Asa put everything together, so in the end the mayfly shook the tree.
The temple trembled, and when the sacred tree fell, Asa heard outside the temple, above the sky, the sound of the sky breaking. It seems to have succeeded—the space where the Baidi was buried was completely destroyed.
"It's amazing."
Asa sighed softly.
He raised his head and saw the young man stepping into the collapsing temple.
The young man in a white robe held a dazzling golden longbow in his hand.
—If time wants to be resurrected, then shoot it down again.
In the night in the ghost town of Guazhou, only Asa and Bailishu were in the tent. The young man who was still dressed as a civil servant in the Jin Tang said so. There was no expression on his face, and his voice was very soft.
—I see what you mean.
Asa watched the young man slowly take out the longbow in front of him, so he bowed his head respectfully.
Asa is from Tianji Valley. He left Tianji Valley in the clouds and mist of the giant valley according to the secret order of the sect, and went to the great desert of Kalachoma, and became Asa of the Buyek tribe. Completely destroy Baidi's recovery.
And before Asa left Tianji Valley, he once met Bailishu once.
That was something he remembered deeply.
One day, the owner of Tianji Valley left the sect suddenly, and after several months, the elders who were closed in the sect suddenly left the seclusion, and ordered more than a dozen elders of Tianji Valley to go out of the sect with him and wait. wait for what? The elder who retreated didn't say anything.
So, more than a dozen elders of Tianji Valley put on white robes and bamboo hats, walked out of Tianji Valley deep in the cloud and mist valley in the dark night, and waited at an entrance of Gudi Mountain Range.
Then in the light blue sky in the early morning, they waited for Gu Zhu who left the sect several months ago.
The owner of the valley carried a sword on his back and led a young man with him.
Without explanation or questioning, everyone walked silently to the depths of the ancient mountains, walked on the steep cliffs, passed through layers of clouds and mists, and returned to the valley without disturbing the disciples.
However, the elder who sent out the owner of Tianji Valley to retreat, the young man with more than a dozen elders arrived in Tianji Valley, Asa never saw him again, just like the young man who was waiting for the final reception that morning was just a illusory.
Later, later, Asa came to Klazhuoma and became Asa of the Buyik tribe. Then, when he finally arrived at the hometown of Namu, Asa once again saw the young man who was led by the owner of Tianji Valley and was among a group of people wearing bamboo hats.
But by this time the boy had become a young man.
In the tent, the young man took out the golden longbow.
So Asa understood.
I will do my best to help.
Facing the young man who said "shoot the sun down again", Asa replied like this.
—If time wants to be resurrected, then shoot it down again.
The young man who said these words in a calm tone, he really shot back the time.
That's great.
Asa thought, he threw a nameplate that looked like jade but not jade, or gold but not gold, to Bailishu.
This is a nameplate that can open the space and forcefully move it to a designated place. It is carved from the skull of a wild beast called "xu" in the wild era, with runes inscribed by top-level formation masters on it.
Only a space nameplate of this level can take them out of this space when the space where the ancient emperor's bones are buried begins to collapse.
"Master Gu has always hoped to see you again."
Asa said, he let go of his hand, leaned on the branch of the sycamore tree that fell on the ground, and slowly sat down on the ground.
Baili Shu caught the nameplate.
He injected true energy into the nameplate, and the runes on the nameplate slowly lit up.
Asa watched, but didn't intend to stand up and walk over.
He gasped wearily.
Bailishu looked at him and asked, are you going
Asa laughed, he was like an ordinary old man at this moment, without the mighty incomparable slashing with a sword, without the madness of a mayfly shaking a tree, he was old and rickety, exhausted and haggard.
"Not leaving."
said Asa, sighing.
"What I have to do is done."
Bailishu looked at him and said nothing.
In the temple, the fire was raging, and the black rocks continued to collapse, separating a piece between Asa and Bailishu. White light exploded, enveloping Bailishu and the three of them.
Asa watched Bailishu and the three of them disappear.
He raised his head, looked at the collapsed boulder, and let go of the hand holding the knife.
He didn't tell Bailishu his name, and Bailishu didn't ask. This is the rule of Tianji Valley. The disciples of Tianji Valley are the ones who spy on the secrets of the sky. Their names are more effective in the so-called "fate" than the names of ordinary people. Therefore, when the disciples of Tianji Valley are sent out to perform missions, they will give themselves a new name.
This name will replace the original name.
After using the new name, the original name can never be mentioned again.
So many Tianji Valley disciples died in obscurity all their lives.
Asa thought, and sighed.
He stretched out his hand to press the ground, the deep black rock was infused with the blood of the Buyik tribe, so it was so hot. The unbelievable cries of those dying Buyek people seemed to be heard in my ears again.
This is the so-called "everything".
How can a mayfly shake a tree? It is necessary to become unscrupulous, and use everything that can be used. So, the Amu who possessed the power of the ancient emperor died, the young Dotana who was as young as the fire died, and the Kron who firmly led the people died...
They all died because they were "everything" that was destined to be sacrificed in his plan.
It's that simple.
Asa watched the falling rocks fall, watched the space warp, and watched the temple crumbling in the flames.
"Asa? Asa!"
He laughed out loud, coughing violently and throwing his head back.
He leaned on the sycamore tree, raised his head and watched the temple collapse completely, and huge boulders crashed down in his vision. The moment the boulder fell, he saw golden flames curling up in the dark sky.
He is the elder of Tianji Valley, and he is Asa of the Buyik tribe.
He is an unscrupulous criminal with blood on his hands.
So... why leave
The temple completely collapsed, and the collapsed boulders covered everything—those Buyik people who didn’t understand what happened until their death, that majestic sycamore tree...
There was also the old man leaning on the sacred tree and laughing loudly.
The author has something to say: I changed the copywriting. I changed the original copywriting that I hoped to write about Su Shuang when no one knew my true nature.
In the new copy, there are two words "serious drama" written in the gaps between each word. I will find an editor to change the title tomorrow, so don't persuade me—I'm tired of being asked all day long that the author is under control, why there is no emotional drama, Why hasn't Gong come out yet
Thoroughly, even the title and copywriting have been changed to bright dramas, I hope this will save some people from pressing questions.
fuck him.
Let me formally introduce to you, I, a drama writer, love textual research.
There are already enough people who write romantic stories and Su Shuang's Xiaobai sweet essays, there is no need for me to add one more, and let me indulge in the vast beauty of history.
Write about Su Shuang? Impossible, impossible in this life.
Just blindly write dramas and fool around like this.
Those who want to see Wunaosu, and those who want to see the whole story of sweet love, can click on me if you can see it.
The new title is Chaoge.
The editor will change it at work tomorrow, the cover will not be changed for the time being, and will be changed in a few days.
Let me go on the main road of drama and never return.