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He lowered his eyelashes.
His face as bright as white jade cast a faint shadow.
Shi Yi squatted beside the god monarch in a stuffy head. When the god monarch replaced the bamboo bones, a bamboo strip slipped from his fingers. Shi Yi stretched out his hand to pick it up, and his thick, blood-stained hand touched the pure white sleeve of the Divine Sovereign, and immediately left a large dirty mark on it. The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Since their birth, the demon clan have been struggling and fighting in the mud.
They rarely realize that they are dirty.
The white clothes are like snow, and the stains are very clear.
Shi Yi held the bamboo strip's hand, opened it and put it away, and stopped in mid-air, not knowing whether to hand it out or take it back.
The goddess naturally took the bamboo strips and thanked them with a smile.
Shi Yi snorted, not knowing what to do. But the surroundings gradually became lively. The Krakens were no longer as quiet as before. You squeezed me, I squeezed you, whimpering and sobbing from time to time. Such a big monster shoulders.
A Kuilong, who couldn't get his seat, put his hideous huge head through the group of demons, and surreptitiously pressed the corner of the god-monarch's white sleeves.
……like.
They thought vaguely.
God, lantern, beautiful.
like.
White clothes, bonfires, fingers plucking the strings, the smile when you turn your head... It was from this light that illuminated the darkness, the Kraken began to have self, began to learn what is the love of the same family, and began to understand how to be in the dark It is warmer to hug and fight in loneliness. The most beautiful and the most beautiful thing this Kraken has ever seen.
They carefully hoarded all these memories and carved them into their blood.
They think very simply...
That light is so beautiful.
They also want their children to take a look.
At some point in the slaughter of thirty-six cities across mountains and mountains, the West Sea Kraken couldn't help but think... If only the original great monster hadn't passed on those memories.
If only demons could be as forgetful as humans.
However, it is the dark northwest corner, the icy deep seabed, the first ray of sunlight you have ever seen, how could you be willing to forget it? ... Those pictures are so beautiful and clear that even if they have stood on the battlefield against the gods and have betrayed the agreement with the gods, the West Sea Krakens always subconsciously feel that the gods should always be like that.
It should be as bright as light and as clear as snow.
tick.
Tai Yi drooped, blood dripping from the tip of his sword.
The lord of the gods stood on the head of the silver dragon, and lightning illuminated him.
He has nothing to do with Mingmei and Jiaojie.
The crimson sleeves fell, and the hem was submerged in the sewage. The long snow-white hair was wet from the cold rain and pressed against his bloodless cheeks.
...This, is this a god?
The surviving elders of the Imperial Beast Sect floated the beasts in mid-air, and saw the figure standing on the dragon's head, but no one dared to confirm it for a while. They are not like the demon clan, they have never seen the appearance of the gods in white clothes and snow, but the gods who look like Taiyi's little master in the storyteller's writings can be said to be extremely romantic.
Pluck the strings to get the wind, and the red clothes turn on the lights.
It is the first beauty and the first elegance in the world.
——Where is this thin and bloody figure in front of you?
The Hong Zhong roared, and the heavy tripod roared.
Huainingjun and Shi Wuluo each retreated a certain distance back, their robe sleeves being swayed by the wind. The first all-out fight between Huangjun and Tiandao ended. The high-altitude rain curtain was shaken apart, and the wind and rain of the entire Longshou Peaks stopped briefly. The violent storm was shattered by the air waves that were shaken by the collision of the swords. The light of the sword and the light of the sword even made a huge breach in the clear sky, and the bone-piercing cold air and twisted fiery flowed from the breach.
The West Sea Kraken and the Imperial Beast Sect woke up from a dream, subconsciously rushed towards each other, and stopped abruptly.
——The silver dragon keel lies between the two sides.
On the keel, Divine Sovereign is empty and indifferent, overlooking the battlefield.
For a time, no one knew his intentions, his position.
Huai Ningjun's figure is swaying, the white clothes are filled with a faint black air, the dark clouds are surging behind him, and the demons are about to come out. Shi Wu Luo fell to Qiu Bo Deng's side and confronted him from a distance. Dingkou had been opened at some point, and corpses walked out of it, burning with fire, standing behind him.
A strong aura came from them.
——It was the corpse of the gods, the demons, and even the outstanding people who died in the miasma to split the four poles.
This was originally one of the deals that the Great Wilderness and the West Sea Kraken reached, and it was also the confidence of the West Sea Kraken that they dared to conquer the Dragon Head Thousand Peaks even though they knew that the Imperial Beast Sect wanted to use them as a blood sacrifice. I just didn't expect that after falling into a demon, Luo, the master of the Heavenly Dao, would be able to forcibly take Yuxi Ding away.
The cold air froze the exploding rain curtain into heavy snow.
The heavy snow and the stream of fire kept falling together.
Nuxu and the West Sea Kraken stood on the waves, looking up at the lord, neither advancing nor retreating. The elders of the Imperial Beast Sect stood in the blizzard and the flowing fire, looking down at the unrecognizable peaks... gone, gone, the gates, the heavens, the peaks, the disciples... all the familiar things are gone.
In the icy, dead silence, the inability to step back, someone suddenly laughed shrilly, almost mad.
"Dead! They're all dead!!! Die well! Die clean!!"
Out of the ruins of Bazua Mountain, a disheveled, crazy-looking elder in green shirt was Bai Jianzhi, who had lost his temper once before. She was sent to a place far away from the Yinlong Neidan because of the violent attack on the head, but instead, she avoided the range of Elder Yan and Xuanniao's self-destruction.
"Zhuang Xuan!" Bai Jianzhi screamed, "Are you proud! Your great cause killed the entire sect! Are you proud?!" She laughed hysterically, opened her arms, and rushed towards Zhuang Xuan, " You sinner! You deserve to die!"
boom.
A muffled sound.