The moment the Luoshu was opened, the vast world was far away from him.
Their spirits fell as violently as if they had stepped in the air while dreaming.
As they descended, a whole new picture opened up in front of them.
It was a grand scene so empty that it had no boundaries.
With them at the center, six huge stars glowing with a spirit-like white light connected in front of them like an arrow ready to fire.
On the side of the white star, the shining group of stars looked like glowing flowers, blooming densely in the grass, and the twenty-eight constellations of the three magazines and four elephants spoken of in the books were spread out in the diffuse sky, and they whirled about in the sight, and it was not possible to tell whether the stars and buckets were moving or were moving by themselves.
Then, they all saw two huge figures.
The dark golden dragon carried countless blades on its back, its body stretching like a mountai
It was nearing noon, and dusk had arrived early in the sky above the Ancient Spirit Sect. In the isolated world of the God's Sect, the smell of snow drifting in mid-winter is not detected, and the change of seasons seems weak here, and the slightly curled yellowing at the edge of the leaves always makes people feel that it is still early fall. Ning Xiaoling in her white dao skirt stepped on the gravel-paved road, the green and yellow grass scratching at her ankles, her long, draped hair swaying slightly with her footsteps, with no hair accessories, only a bow tied at the end of her hair with a thin, red rope. She rolled the notes in her hands and read them as she walked, occasionally cupping her slightly pointed jaw as she thought hard about something. Yu Jin stood by her side with a cat bowl, knocking as he walked, Shimei Shimei shouting. Now everyone knew that Ning Xiaoling kept a cat, a privilege of the leader of the Spirit Valley Competition.
The sky bloomed into a sea of white and silver flowers. Qiu Yue sat on her knees on the Book of the Rock and received the holy light from the one who was bathed in it. This was the invocation she had spoken to Ning Nagisa about when she was in the Luo Shu Earth Core, and she had been prepared at the very beginning to bring her sincerity to defect to the White Hidden Divine Kingdom if things were not to be. She was a creation of Tenzo and Hades, their daughter, and could rightfully receive their legacy and bones. This is condoned by the Divine Principle. As she had said earlier, she herself could take the Heart of God and reside in the Kingdom of God, and Hakuzo would dedicate it to her as a last resort. Yes, if it really comes to the moment of last resort for Hakuzo, what are the precepts of heaven? "Well, you should first follow me back to the Baiyin Snow Palace, at which time the Great God Bai Zang will make a decision."
Dusk gradually convergence, the sky after a short period of dull, but more bright. Earlier the dim yellow is more like a haze in the air, after the haze dispersed, we only reacted, this moment is still the afternoon, the previous light is just the heaven and earth anomaly. Light plunged into the wooden hall, but the disciples in the hall were silent as if they were ice sculptures. Everything I experienced before seemed like an illusion, how that white cat had written the paper and answered it so quickly looking even a little polite. "Xiao Jin, what's going on with your family Shimei?" A disciple softly asked. Yu Jin was more surprised than any of them. Doesn't Shimeji only know how to sleep and eat? How can it be so spiritual? "It it's probably gone to look for Xiaoling." Yu Jin stammered. It was inevitable that she was a bit weak when she said this. After all, on weekdays, she often relied on the fact that Shimekazu didn't und
The rubble was suspended in the darkness, luminescent and constructed in the shape of a temple building. In the faint light of the Underworld, Your Highness of the Nine Specters, countless figures slowly floated out of the dark river. They are all snakes, and while the air is clearly unsupported, they are able to snake through it as if they were walking on a flat surface. Their sandpaper-like scales scraped against the darkness, and the subtle sound was like picking through the shell of an egg with a bamboo skewer. They parade through the underworld, leaning in the direction of the Temple of the Underworld. These snakes are all the souls of the feathered serpents. The feathers on their backs have been broken, and they carry a crippled beauty. They are gathered outside the Great Hall. In the middle of the temple, the woman's mournful screams resounded abruptly, bursting out from the cracks in the stone. The battle in the Temple
Horned deer tread on snow, white cranes hang in the wind. The cold frost of midwinter overflowed from the cave of Xuanmei Mountain, falling like goose feathers and spreading like a snow net. On the drawbridge connecting the mountain gate cave to the remaining peaks, snowflakes flew and swirled as sword blades, resembling birds hovering between the thousands of refuges. The old man on the horned deer was robed like snow, with a bunch of plums embroidered on his right lapel. The old man on the white crane was robed in deep green, with a reed of reeds embroidered on his lapel. They stepped out of the snow, the deer stepped over the snow, the crane passed line wind and snow, heaven and earth a white, everything is silent, all the sound seems to be absorbed completely. They raised their heads at the same time, their refined and intimidating pupils looking towards the Dao couple that dared to destroy the Immortal Killing Building, their killing inte
The Temple of the Underworld looked like a lonely island made of stone in the sea of darkness. On all sides of the Temple of the Underworld was an endless abyss. Ning Xiaoling fell into the abyss. She always held the Goddess, or rather, the Goddess held her hand, and the rainbow light that enveloped her was like an armor of blades, and the remnants of the feathered serpent that came at her were all resolved. But the tidal wave of thousands of residual souls swept over the body, making it difficult to resist. They were knives roaring through the spiritual world, cutting a fragmented wound through the sea of spirit. Ning Xiaoling's consciousness was invaded by darkness, and her figure was as lonely as a gale blowing up flakes of snow. Ning Xiaoling gritted her teeth and stabbed the blade as hard as she could. On the other end of the blade, the remnant soul of Mu Lingshi was pierced, similarly letting out a heart-shattering scream, and th
Ning Changjiu and Lu Marriage: "" Si Ming stared back blandly at the stunned daoist who stood woodenly in place and smiled, "What's the matter? Having come to my sect, why don't you still pay your respects to the Sovereign Lord?" Ning Nagisa, who had traveled here by wind and snow, looked at Simian's clear and colorless face, and after a moment of silence, asked, "When did you take office? Where is the original Patriarch?" "The original patriarch was to sacrifice a full clan of living beings in order to form the Underworld, his virtue was not worthy of his position and he should not have been in charge of the Nine Sepulchral Halls." Sifu said ethereally. Ning Nagisa asked, ''What about the elders in the sect? The older ones can all convince you? Or do you." Simin said indifferently, "Would I not do that thing of slaughtering the clan? You must not speculate on the Goddess with a mortal heart." Lu Shuangdai said doubtfully, "Then why is
Ning Xiaoling's petite body sat in the enormous throne, as if she were a princess of the Underworld. Ning long helped her straighten out her dress, the hem of which lay neatly on her slim, clean thighs, and the dust and blood that clung to her dress was distilled with spiritual energy, gently brushed off, and dissipated into a fine dust that dissipated into the darkness. The young girl's hand holding the knife was squeezed tightly, but her eyebrows were serene, not moving a muscle, like a delicate porcelain puppet at the mercy of others. In the silence of the great hall, Ning looked at her silently for a long time, revealing a smile. He never thought they would meet in such a place, in such a way. The sea of darkness that once held all the spirits has been cut off from its source, and this place has become a dead sea, silent and desolate like a real cemetery, with no worshippers. Ning looked at her for a long time, his gaze moving down