Central Plains, Eastern Region of Zhenfeng Continent.
Under the sea of clouds, there is a vast expanse of vast swamp.
In the surrounding mountains, endless silence intersects with deep ravines all over the mountains and plains.
It's just that the originally dark green mountain forest is now covered with a layer of withered yellow lines, as if blood-sucking demonic insects are devouring and cutting apart patches of lush life.
On the Qianren Mountain cliff closest to Daze, a thin stream of water jumped absentmindedly down and flowed into the lake bed that was about to dry up. There was not even a drop of water in sight.
The originally sparkling lake surface has turned into a terrifying black hole. On the wet and wrinkled bottom of the lake, fish in the mud are tumbling from time to time, flapping with few signs of life left.
The small island in the center of the lake is like a pile of purple-black dry firewood, with three or two bamboo houses sitting listlessly side by side.
There is an old door with dead vines and old bamboo. A girl in blue is cleaning in front of the door. A few strands of long hair hang down from the temples to the chest, protecting a pair of bright blue eyes.
After a while, the bamboo door opened gently, and a green-haired fairy walked out. I saw her lotus steps moving lightly, smoke rising under her feet. Wherever she passed, the weeping grass stood up, withered yellow and dyed green, closed petals bloomed, and the desolation was reborn, and she was filled with beauty.
The vitality nourishes the wilting vegetation around us.
She walked to the lake, and there was even a thin layer of mist floating in the dry lake, as misty as a veil.
"Miss." The girl in blue put down her broom and ran to the lake, asking with concern, "Are you going out today?"
The woman stood on the shore of the lake, staring at the struggling fish in the mud. Her watery eyes could not tell whether it was nostalgia or sadness. She just nodded with a gentle sigh and said:
"Haikui, you should go back to Guangmingding first. I have a few more places to go."
"Miss, you have been looking for him for five hundred years..."
The girl hesitated to speak and couldn't bear to mention it again, so she could only shed tears in her bright eyes.
The woman clenched her jade hand, her eyes and voice full of determination that had lasted for five hundred years: "Whether it's five hundred years, five thousand years, or fifty thousand years, I will keep looking until he appears in front of me.
Even if it’s just a pile of loess.”
The birds are sad when the words fall, and the flowers shed tears when they hear the sound.
The warm energy of life is wrapped in a thick layer of ice, just like the sun shining on an iceberg, only seeing the mountain is bright but not feeling the mountain weeping.
This waterfall of green hair, this pair of watery eyes, this pursuit, this loneliness, is not the son of Biluo, Mu Chengxue, who is it?
The bamboo forest around us, these three old houses, and this old lake are not Jinluan Daze, so where are they?
However, the old places are still there, but the sun and the moon are missing, and the two birds are most afraid of not singing.
Who would have known that the Saint of Biluo, who almost killed Bai Yunsheng with a stick, wandered for five hundred years in order to find the whereabouts of her beloved.
Five hundred years later, the source of energy has been exhausted, the surrounding world has collapsed, and the rivers have been overturned; Zuhai has invaded, all heroes have risen together, and the world has been in chaos.
The surrounding world, which is about to lose the support of the five elements, has ushered in the final chaos.
But what does the existence and destruction of this world mean to Mu Chengxue?
After leaving Jinluan Daze, the Son of Biluo headed southwest, soaring in the clouds and mist, traveling through space, and within half an hour, he landed in the sky above the Wuling Hall of Jiangzhou City.
The ancient city had just woken up in the early morning, but already there were waves of heat. The rich fire energy accumulated into clouds and floated over the town, reflecting the majesty and grandeur of the Southern Kingdom of Fire.
At this time, the scale of Jiangzhou City was more than seven times larger than that of hundreds of years ago, and it had grown from a small capital city in Lihuobuzhou to an existence comparable to Jingzhou.
All this is due to one person - the person in charge of Wuling Palace.
Not long after Mu Chengxue stood in the void in the hall, a black shadow floated up, covering her body with a black robe and a black scarf covering her face. The robe was embroidered with a ball of five-color flames, and she opened her mouth and said in respect:
"I have seen the Saint Biluo. Lord Evil Emperor has given an order. If the Saint comes, please go to Yinma Mountain to see her."
Mu Chengxue glanced at the messenger, her face did not change, but her heart was still shocked. The stars in the Tanzhong acupoint in this person's body were shining, and his cultivation level had surpassed that of a one-star immortal - the evil emperor's Wuling Palace was getting stronger and stronger.
Mu Chengxue nodded slightly, then his body disappeared and ran towards the south of the city.
In the distance, a blood-red mountain is majestic and majestic. A hundred miles away from the mountain, the hot wind blows in the face like a fierce god, baking the sky and the earth to the point where nothing is alive. Further in, magma surges freely across the river, evaporating into a scene like hell.
The scene of the collapse of heaven and earth caused by the loss of the Five Elements Origin Qi is not shown much here - because it has been collapsing for thousands of years.
Flying over the Kuangnan Mountains, ignoring the Erosion Demon Jiao that glanced at him secretly, Mu Chengxue's figure stopped in the sky beside Qianzhang Yinma Mountain.
Rolling magma spewed out of the mountain pass and flowed down, unchanged from five hundred years ago.
Mu Chengxue only stood for a moment. Suddenly, the surging lava waterfall suddenly stagnated, rising up against the sky and flowing back upwards. It was as if a blood-colored curtain was unveiled, and a man walked out of the curtain, shirtless, but unscathed.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
The man smiled evilly, with a hint of unruliness on his handsome and resolute face.
As he spoke, he approached Mu Chengxue and continued: "You are still as stunningly beautiful as you were then."
Mu Chengxue rarely put away her cold expression and said, "Does the Evil Emperor always like to talk like this?"
"Hahaha." The man smiled heartily.
Mu Chengxue said: "Xiang Wujian, we are all different from before."
Hearing Mu Chengxue call out his name, the evil emperor's eyes flashed with loneliness.
Since he broke through the Divine Camp three hundred years ago, entered the Immortal Avenue, and reorganized the Wuling Palace, no one has called his name for a long time.
Xiang Wujian said calmly: "You are right, we have all changed and become stronger."
"It has become a stranger too." Mu Chengxue made no secret of it.
Xiang Wujian turned his energy into clothes, stood with his hands behind his back, proudly looked at the towering Yinma Mountain, and said:
"Back then, the five of us met the devil dragon here, killed Sima, broke into the spiritual cave, fought against misfortune, and obtained the spiritual pearl. It was so thrilling. Now that I think about it, it is still vivid in my mind. We have experienced so many lives and deaths together, and we never expected to leave.
It’s come to this point.”
Listening to the old people talking about the old days, Mu Chengxue also had a trace of nostalgia in her eyes and said:
"From the first day we met, each of us has been burdened with a different fate. It is destined that we will not go on forever."
Xiang Wujian let out a rare sigh and said sadly: "Yes, we are all people trapped by fate. Originally, Xiaochen was the simplest one, but now she has grown into a big girl. I heard that she will soon be
Has she been appointed as the first female patriarch in the history of the Dragon Clan?"
Mu Chengxue put away her nostalgia and said calmly: "You are now a three-star immortal, and with the evil emperor of heavenly weapons as your body, you are invincible. Wuling Palace is also one of the three major powers in the world, what else can you hide from the world?
of you."
Xiang Wujian smiled confidently, then asked in a low voice: "Do you have any news about him over there?"
Mu Chengxue lowered her eyes and said nothing. She just shook her head slightly, her flawless face full of disappointment.
Xiang Wujian stepped forward and said softly: "Don't worry, with his character and cultivation, nothing will happen to him. I will help you continue to search. It has been five hundred years. Even if this guy is sleeping, he should wake up."
Maybe it was Xiang Wujian's last joke that worked. Mu Chengxue rarely curled up the corners of her mouth, showed a charming smile, and said: "It's time for me to leave. I won't come back again."
Xiang Wujian also regained his evil expression and said with a smile: "I look forward to the time when we meet again."
The falling sound of the magma waterfall drowned out the last words of the two people. The Evil Emperor looked at the direction Mu Chengxue left, sighed deeply, and did not move for a long time.
In the past five hundred years, Twilight Chengxue would come to him every hundred years to inquire about Bai Yunsheng's whereabouts. This time should be the last time.
Half a month ago, the Zuhai Allied Forces had occupied the entire eastern region of the Radiant World, and their momentum was overwhelming.
Mu Chengxue's trip clearly revealed his intention to fight, and it was already a matter of time before Zuhai's troops came to Jingzhou and Jiangzhou.
