In that deep, rainy night, there was a dark alley with no people in sight, very close to the inn where Li Tu and Ning Ying were staying.
An immortal old man was holding a revolving lantern. The lights were dim and green, as if a will-o'-the-wisp was first burning there. The old man was dressed in ragged clothes and looked very dirty. His withered hair was covered with withered grass and his gray clothes were like a ghost.
Having experienced many things in the world and taking them indifferently, this is like the person in the legendary story who seals spirits and hunts for ghosts.
The old man is really too dirty.
He walked out of an ancient temple in the mountains on a dark and gloomy rainy night. He was too shabby, but in his old hands was an extremely ancient and exquisite puppet.
All the talent and energy of those skilled craftsmen took many days to create a perfect work of art.
It was a very beautiful puppet girl, like a delicate girl, covered with tears and eyelashes, which made people feel pitiful. Her unrivaled elegance was so beautiful. Her black hair was like an ink-colored cloud, unstained by dust.
"The dispute between humans and gods really disgusts me." The old man holding the puppet girl let out the oldest sigh.
What was even more weird and terrifying was that the delicate puppet girl suddenly spoke, with a clear and crisp voice, and the rings jingled like jade stones.
"The confrontation between the Cursed God and the initial will of the Martial Ancestor looks so interesting. Hehehehe, old man, shall we go?" the girl puppet said coldly.
"It's too involved. Even a descendant of the Great Sword Lord is here. This is the taboo existence back then." The dirty old man said angrily,
"Hmph, the people in the starry sky also want to interfere with the affairs of our big world. It's so hateful. Some ancient powers are awakening. They are very extraordinary. Those taboos, even if someone with a long life like me intervenes by force, they will be punished very hard.
There is a huge backlash, but one thing must be remembered: don’t try to contaminate the cause and effect.”
The puppet girl's smile suddenly became very weird.
"Haha, a bunch of polluting people, let's just kill them. This descendant of the Great Sword Lord seems to be a fledgling. Isn't there anyone who can teach him some things? The various causes and effects of his forcible interference will be revealed in the future.
, he will definitely feel very uncomfortable."
"This is the disciple who has no one to teach him."
"How many more years do you think we will continue in this state?" the girl asked with a cold and strange smile.
"Who knows? It's up to the wind and rain, let's see what fate says. Everything is invisible, but tangible." The old man said strangely.
The figures of the two people gradually disappeared into the violent wind and rain.
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The space was torn apart, countless spells burned, and the lives and deaths of countless believers seemed to fall into complete and endless destruction. The iron-black body like the curse god exuded endless burning arrogance, and wisps of blue-black arrogance were invisible.
, releasing all that majestic existence.
The Martial Ancestor was summoned from ancient times. The fate and summons of the fleeing and abandoned clan, as well as the backhand who had left behind to follow the glory of the past, can no longer be witnessed.
Martial Ancestor's burly body is gradually disappearing. Such ghostly ghosts are disappearing inch by inch, as if they are followed by powerful enemies one after another. Martial Ancestor is the most powerful God of War in the Age of Fire, with unyielding will and immortality.
It is a pity that he will eventually pass away irrevocably, because the final outcome will inevitably be irreversible.
The green-black iron face of the Cursed God seemed to be burning and shattering, with some tiny scales accompanied by divinity, carrying the will of destruction. He was endlessly furious because Martial Ancestor ruined his good deeds. It was only one step away.
Haruka, everything will die completely.
"Martial Ancestor, are you being too lenient in your control? You are an extremely cowardly junior, why can you do this? This is really hateful."
The immortal will of Martial Ancestor is like the presence of a god, and everything is higher than the sky.
"Hmph, hateful clown, you dare to steal the power of the great road, you are so impatient." Martial Ancestor said angrily.
Very angry.
This is an immortal pursuit.
Wu Zu finally broke his will.
He looked at the Curse God unwillingly with his strange ancestral eyes.
It was as if he saw his own sad enemy.
"If you were an ancient god born in my era, I could completely crush you to death with just my pair of heaven-shattering hands. However, now, I want to look at your face. It's so hateful.
Already." There was a very unwilling and transparent feeling in his voice.
"This is a new era. You are a remnant of the old era. Martial ancestors like you should have passed away long ago. Your will is ridiculous in front of me, but you have blocked my most important step in the future.
In the long river of time, there may come a day when I will die under the sword of that little girl. Really, what should I do?" On the green and black face of the Cursed God, which is constantly collapsing and disintegrating, the layers of
The stacked spells and the fatal endings all seemed to be sneering.
"Okay, okay, someone will kill you." Wu Zu said inexplicably.
"Who is it?"
"Of course it's that young man, hum." Wu Zu said calmly.
The Cursed God laughed: "He is just an ant. Even if he has the mark of the Great Sword Lord on his body, I am not afraid."
"We'll see."
"When the king comes to an end, everything is still undecided!"
The final outcome of all things may be that it is inevitable to know that nothing can be done about it, but to accept it as fate is, this is the outcome.
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"kill!"
In the eternally dark skeleton empire, the flames of the skeletons are burning immortally.
The monarch of the Skeleton Empire looked at the army of tens of millions of skeletons. Each of the snow-white and pale green skeletons was dark and terrifying. They were the ultimate nightmare for humans in the Kingdom of Night. As long as he gave an order, these guys would pass by like locusts.
Not a single blade of grass grows, which is terrible.
"Sons of the empire, the human race occupies the most fertile land in the southern region, and occupies the invisible divinity that our skeletons cannot grasp. These should belong to us. Kill! Recapture all the immortal glory."
It roared angrily.
Beside the King of Skeletons, who is as tall as a mountain, countless skeletons seem to be waiting in formation, as if they are immortal. The dark angels surrounding the King of Skeletons are dreaming of the brightest dreams.
The Kingdom of Darkness is in danger.
The skeleton army is densely packed.
We are about to attack Broken Dragon City.
The first ones to bear the brunt were Li Tu, those damn Night Kingdom defenders, and the fleeing people from Hope Sky Breaking City.
This is the first collision between the two empires in the Southern Region!
Surging murderous intent.
The figure of the Skeleton Monarch is floating between the mountains and the sea, and its huge and majestic eyes are like a green lake, shining with eternal light.
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Huge mountains are as high as the sky, and the strong winds are surging and howling like ancient beasts howling. This is a desolate and uninhabited land.
It was a girl with smooth white hair. Her lips were as plump as a petal. She looked extremely beautiful. Her white hair and dark eyes gave her a different kind of beauty.
Behind her, there was an ancient dragon crawling.
The dragon was rugged and huge, and its majesty that could not be looked at directly seemed to kill people. It was a snow mountain dragon. Its vertical pupils were very elegant and bursting, as if there were ice and storm condensed in it, and it was eternal.
.
The giant dragon roared in pain, as if it had been completely and indelibly damaged.
And the legendary dragon-slave girl, a delicate girl with white hair and dark eyes, as thin and soft as a flower, was looking at the ancient dragon with a worried look on her face.
"Longlong, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. It's just a piece of God's throne. We can disobey it, absolutely."
She stroked the cologne gently.
But the immortal ancient dragon was prostrate on the top of the mountain, looking at the gray earth in the distance, as if swordsmen were meeting each other.
All this is regrettable!
The ancient dragon and the beautiful flower-like dragon-slave girl. Didn’t this pair have some stories? Those recorded on the yellowed paper are indelible and eventually become indelible.
The slave dragon girl has been waiting lonelyly. Her snow-white dress was messy by the wind, her hair was beautiful and moving, and her eyes were sad, as if she had experienced too many stories.
The slave dragon girl finally spoke, only to hear her say: "Where are you? That man who is destined to save the world, will you suddenly appear one day in the future? You have been waiting hard, and finally you will
Is there a good outcome? Master, I miss you, you can live forever, but for me, you gave up that kind of eternal life."
The wind ruffled her long hair, and the sounds completely disappeared.
Never see you again.
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Night Kingdom.
Wu Guogong's face was full of wind and frost, and his aura was extremely powerful. His strength had almost reached the ultimate level. Unfortunately, he still could not solve the eternal night curse of the Night Kingdom. Moreover, even if he was immersed in the path of cultivation, those plans were like wolves.
Like a tiger, it's a pity that even if he is like a fox, he can't plot against the goddess of the night.
All this is a doomed ending and lonely loneliness.
Duke Wu smiled coldly and looked into the distance with his misty eyes:
"Hmph, the little guys in the Skeleton Kingdom are starting to get restless again, but no matter what, they can't get out of this chessboard. Everything is a trivial matter. Besides, I've also tricked them. Those guardians of Broken Dragon City can't get out of this chessboard.
It has nothing to do with us."
He smiled like an old fox, cunning and sinister.
The army of the Skeleton Empire is watching eagerly and approaching the city.
And the mysterious starry sky messenger's first crisis is about to come quietly.
Very scary and dangerous.
"Damn it."
Everyone was angrily cursing Duke Wu for his insidiousness.
And that lively and fragrant Empress of the Night, Ye Qiao, looked like a jade beauty, her expression was neither sad nor happy, as if she didn't know what was happening at all.
It was a blood-stained style.
Darkness is approaching, and everyone's fate is unusual. No one knows what the bloody future will be like, and they can only go on firmly.