Chapter 58 1 hand stretched to the sky
The breath of dragon came, a sacred pure and majestic breath echoed on the wasteland.
Ning Que’s bow string broke in his hand, and with this soft sound, his knowledge of the sea suddenly became chaotic, and the Qihai Snow Mountain in the body reel seemed to have signs of collapse.
Even more terrifying is that the dripping liquid beads deep in the abdomen seemed to feel the call of the dragon’s breath, spinning violently, releasing countless gas filaments, pouring into all parts of his body.
If this is nothing, the problem is that the noble qi that permeates all parts of the body has signs of penetrating the skin away from the body!
In the sky, the golden dragon head moved forward slowly, and the slender dragon finally found the burning white cloud. The fine, bright, mirror-like scales rubbed against the clouds, rubbed against the air, and a golden flame emerged.
As the golden dragon gradually appeared in full shape, the pressure that enveloped the entire wasteland became heavier and more terrifying, and even the wasteland space itself began to become unstable.
The dragon’s breath falling into the wilderness is composed of countless thousands of tiny golden Hui gravel. What is strange is that these golden gravel containing infinite pressure, after falling to the ground, did not ignite the radiant divine light. It’s like real sand, dancing around everywhere blown by the wind.
No burning does not mean that there is no power. The golden sand-like dragon’s breath fell on the wasteland and on the bodies of countless desert warriors. Many deadly cracks suddenly appeared on the dead bodies of the deserted warriors.
Dozens of Dragon’s Breath Sands fell on Tang’s body, and the animal skin clothes suddenly cracked. His hard and stone body suddenly had dozens of extremely thin blood holes.
Ning Que’s situation was not much better. He waved his hand and tried to drive away the sand of the Dragon Breath floating in front of him. Unexpectedly, the golden sand was weak and stuck to the edge of his palm lightly.
An extremely thin blood hole suddenly emerged on the edge of his palm, the majestic air within the body reel to be released, followed the blood hole, dispersed to the outside of the body, and instantly disappeared into the air.
Ning Que understood what was going on.
He practiced awe-inspiring spirit. He had long been enchanted, and Tang and the desert warriors were also practitioners of the Demon Sect. They all had their own world in their bodies, and they all stored a lot of vitality.
According to Haotian Daomen, the reason why Mozong is a demon is that besides creating a world for the demon-cultivator and a great disrespect for Haotian, the most fundamental reason is that the demon-cultivator will continue to grab nature. If you allow this situation to continue, one day it will dry up.
The golden dragon represents Haotian’s will. In its eyes, Ning Que and the barren are like shameless thieves who steal Haotian’s wealth. Of course, they must take the wealth back from these thieves.
The dragon’s breath like golden sand, fluttering over the wasteland and falling on the bodies of Ning Que and others, is to take away the vitality of heaven and earth in their body reels and purify the light of the original world.
This process is Haotian’s divine punishment.
Is also called redemption.
In the distant city of Helan, His Majesty the Emperor Wang Yang looked at the shimmering sky of Shenhui, and looked at the golden dragon head, silently, and the expression on his face seemed very dignified.
The golden dragon spewed the dragon’s breath towards the wasteland ground, like a sand of sand, falling like a rainstorm. Seeing this painting, somehow, the face of His Majesty the Emperor Huang Lun suddenly paled and seemed extremely painful.
Master Huang Yang’s expression was very serious. His right wrist protruded from the monk’s sleeve. He held His Majesty’s left hand. A string of sandalwood rosary beads between his wrists slipped like running water, and was worn on His Majesty’s wrist.
The rosary is on the wrist, and a compassionate Buddha breath is born. His Majesty the Emperor Wangluan feels that the breath that has been tossing in his body for many years is slightly calmer, and his face is slightly gentle.
Master Huang Yang couldn’t rest assured, and he dared not let his majesty’s temperament let him stand on the tower to watch the battle, forcibly helped him, and walked into the tower made of thick stone.
In the deepest room in the rocky tower, the Queen Mother is holding the young prince. Her face is very pale, and blood stains remain on the corners of her lips.
The young prince cried and said to the emperor: “Father and emperor, look at your mother, what is going on?”
The empress queen looked at Emperor Luan’s gentle smile and shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
The emperor Wangluo walked up to her, and he did not hesitate to take off the rosary on her left wrist and put it on her wrist.
Master Huang Yang looked at the scene and sighed in the bottom of his heart.
Deep in the wild west.
All monks in Xuankong Temple have evaded those yellow temples, large and small, surrounded by clouds, and wrapped the whole mountain, and they can only hear the sound of the sutra faintly, but cannot see the specific picture.
There is only a small peak at the highest point of the giant peak. Above the clouds and above the ground, you can see the picture in the far distance, and see the brighter sky in the east.
The first lecture of Xuankong Temple, holding a tin rod to look at the east, his eyes have been dried up by the light, and no moisture can be found, but he has not suffered any harm.
The eastern light gradually flourishes, the darkened face looks discolored, even though it has not disappeared, it has been completely covered, but there is no joyful expression on the face of the first one, just tired and solemn.
Haotian descended the golden dragon, and the world was bright and bright.
Except for a few people, no one in the world can look up at the sky.
Light is not only warm, but also represents majesty. What is needed is not closeness, but awe. Therefore, light allows humans to know their own existence, but it does not allow humans to see their own existence.
In the gods of the wilderness, Ye Hongyu once tried to look at the golden dragon in the sky. She burst into tears and tingled, and the star at the bottom of her eyes dispersed, she had to bow her face without expression again.
Ca n’t look up to the sky, does n’t mean that he ca n’t know the battle on the sky.
Countless cities, countless towns, countless mountains and rivers, countless villages, countless people kneel under the light, watching the projection on the ground, watching the trend of this light and dark war nervously.
Countless Haotian believers gathered in the recent Taoist temple, chanting prayers and blessings for the coalition forces on the wasteland, showing Haotian his own piety, rejoicing and sorrow, like crazy.
As the light gradually overwhelmed the darkness, people’s happy cry went straight to the sky do not know how many people fainted in excitement.
In the deep mountains of Xiling, there is a very simple Taoist temple. This Taoist temple is probably the Taoist temple known to the least believers of Haotian, but it is the most important Taoist temple of Haotian Daomen.
Behind this Taoist temple, there is a red clay mountain covered with vines. There are countless deep caves in the mountain, and there are many powerful and terrifying Daomen strongmen living in these caves.
Those powerful breaths permeated through the green mountains, watching the changes in the sky dome, enjoying the light shed by the golden dragon, and gradually getting tempted, and occasionally heard a low-hearted laugh.
Dragon’s breath is the dragon’s breath, after breathing it is breathing.
The huge golden dragon in the sky opened his mouth for the first time. The dragon suddenly became a bit thick on the wasteland ground. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, whizzing and circling, sweeping up the scattered golden sand and leaving the ground.
Looking far away, there seemed to be a whirlwind between heaven and earth. The thin end was at the gold faucet and the thick end was on the ground. It kept sweeping and flying away.
As those golden sands left the ground, the atmosphere of heaven and earth in the bodies of the barbarian warriors on the wasteland ground was also sucked away by the tornado.
I ca n’t see this process with my naked eyes, but Ning Que can feel that because he has a lot of awe-inspiring qualities sucked away by the golden dragon, at this time he looks up again, and the golden dragon head in the sunglasses can never find any more. The majestic and bright feeling seemed so bloody, horrible, and greedy.
The dark night in the north has slowly receded, the **** umbrella no longer breathes, and Sang Sang’s contact with the night is interrupted. The breath around her has already purged the smoke and dust and kept dancing wildly.
Sang Sang’s feet left the ground and left the ice and snow like a white lotus floating into the air.
The golden dragon looked at her indifferently.
Sang Sang’s clothes swayed in the whirlwind.
Sang Sang flew to the sky and to the mouth of the golden dragon.
Sang Sang turned back, looking at Ning Que, his eyes were frightened, and his expression was helpless.
Ning Que jumped up and hugged her leg, trying to pull her back to the ground.
But he couldn’t do it.
Sang Sang is still flying to the sky, and he is flying to the sky with him.
Haotian wants Sang Sang.
Haotian does not want him.
So Sang Sang’s body was very light, but his body suddenly became as heavy as a mountain.
Only heard Kara twice, and his arms holding Sang Sang were completely broken.
But he still did not let go.
Now that I have caught it, I will never let go.
Even if your hand is broken, don’t let go.
Even if it is dead, don’t let go.
Very faint Jin Hui, brushing in front of his eyelashes, the earth no longer seems to have any attraction, preferring to hold Sang Sang and follow the dragon’s breath Fly to the sky and into the mouth of the golden dragon Fly away.
Two people’s hair and coats fluttered in the air, looking like two black flowers. Under the pressure of light, he began to bleed non-stop, blood ran from the black petals and fell onto the wasteland.
On the ground of the wasteland, the **** horse dragged the carriage and ran desperately. It seemed to forget the fear and chased the two people flying in the sky.
Ning Que looked at it with a hoarse voice and said, “It’s really a fool.”
Then he looked up and saw that there was light in the sky above him. There was nothing but light, so pure, as pure as death, so he knew that death was coming soon.
He has made many choices in his life, and now it seems that those choices really have no meaning, just like the last moment, he chose to jump into the air and hug Sang Sang.
But sometimes, the choice itself makes sense.
He looked at Sang Sang and smiled.
Sang Sang looked at him and smiled.
At this moment, their figure suddenly stopped and no longer continued to fly into the sky and the light.
Because there was a hand in the sky, he grabbed Ning Que’s foot.
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