The sky is falling and the earth is falling, and war is raging.
For the past five hundred years, the blood in the world has been boiling.
It is no longer easy to find a piece of pure land in today's four wastelands and five continents. However, there is still such a quiet and peaceful place in the Eastern Wasteland Demon Realm, where birds and beasts compete for favor, and the vegetation is moist.
However, who can see clearly that there is no real foundation under this peaceful glitz.
How long can a tree live without roots?
How long can a pot of drained water keep boiling?
Zulong Island, Burial Dragon Abyss.
Mu Chengxue arrived at the forbidden area of Zulong Island without much effort. When the ghosts wandering in the Burial Dragon Abyss saw her, they fled in all directions like a blood-sucking insect that had hit the sun, and they couldn't get further away from the Biluo Spirit.
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In the mist where all the ghosts were retreating, Dragon Ancestor shrank to an inch and walked slowly.
"Saint Biluo has come to the Dragon Clan. What advice do you have?"
Long Zu's old body looks decrepit, but his karma and cultivation are like a bottomless ocean.
Mu Chengxue was also unambiguous and said straight to the point: "I'm here to see Princess Murong."
"It turns out that I came here because of my old friend," Longzu said, stroking the dragon's beard lightly. "Xiaochen is practicing the "Five Dragon Secrets" in seclusion. He has just come out of seclusion and is practicing deep in the Dragon Burial Abyss. The saint can go there to find her.
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A trace of displeasure flashed across Mu Chengxue's face. This old dragon seemed to be very polite to her, but in fact he was extremely difficult - the way to the depths of the Dragon Burial Abyss was infested with monsters and ghosts, so it was not that easy. But that's not it.
Not scary, just a little more troublesome.
Mu Chengxue passed through Long Zu's disembodied figure, with a weak but unquenchable white light flashing all over her body, like a goddess flower blooming in the dark night, floating towards the depths of the Burial Dragon Abyss where ghosts and monsters were howling.
Soon, there was a sudden flash of golden light in the mist ahead, and the golden thunder smashed into pieces the souls of the evil ghosts who had no time to escape. Golden dragon shadows roared in the wild dance, which was extremely powerful.
"roar!"
In the clouds and rain, a huge golden dragon head swallowed the clouds and mist, and thundered toward Mu Chengxue, but it instantly shattered into dust ten feet away from the beauty, and quickly flew away in the wind.
The strong wind whipped up by the giant dragon blew away the confusion within a radius of ten miles, and a heroic figure wearing golden armor and wielding a dragon spear appeared in front of Mu Chengxue.
"The Heavenly Artifact and the Heavenly Dragon Fruit are truly true!"
Mu Chengxue put away the indifference and majesty of the saint and spoke like a young girl.
"Xiao Chen, long time no see."
"Xue'er?" Murong Chen's sharp eyes showed some tenderness, but it was fleeting, and he said lightly, "Why are you here? Have you found Bai Yunsheng?"
Mu Chengxue shook her head slightly and said, "No, he still didn't show up. I came here specifically to see you this time."
Murong Chen sneered and said, "What do I have to see?"
Back then, Bai Yunsheng used her to steal the White Yin Yang Fish from the Dragon Clan. He not only severely injured her, but also killed her sister. Such a great enmity made Murong Chen hate Master Bai so much.
Over the past five hundred years, she has been cultivating every day to reach the level of a two-star immortal, just so that one day she can "settle accounts" with Bai Yunsheng.
As the saying goes, she also dislikes Mu Chengxue, who loves Bai Yunsheng deeply.
Mu Chengxue was so smart that she had already noticed something strange about Murong Chen. For a moment, everything they had experienced back then appeared in front of her eyes, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
She then said calmly: "The rivers and lakes of the Four Wildernesses and Five Continents will disappear soon."
Murong Chen said disdainfully: "It's a bunch of rabble, so what if we are gone? What does it have to do with our dragon clan?"
Mu Chengxue said: "Although the dragon and the phoenix choose not to help each other at the moment, how can they completely stay out of this troubled world?"
Murong Chen understood it as soon as he heard it and fell silent immediately.
Although there is a tripartite confrontation between Jingzhou, Jiangzhou and Guangmingding in the rivers and lakes at this time, the strength gap between the rivers and lakes allied forces in Jingzhou city is too big, and their destruction will be a matter of time; the Wuling Palace in Jiangzhou is in the ascendant, so there is nothing to fear, and the remaining obstacles are blocking
In front of the Poseidon Palace, there are only dragons and phoenixes.
Four of the five original dzi beads of wood, fire, metal, and water are already in the hands of Poseidon Palace, and the remaining celestial and earth beads are also in danger in Jingzhou. When the five original sources gather together, there will be no hope of dragon and phoenix dominating.
Murong Chen also understood in his heart that the reason why Long and Feng still stood still was because they were waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that could overthrow or even destroy the Poseidon Palace.
"We don't want to meet again."
Murong Chen waved his dragon spear, and the golden light passed away like a meteor falling, and he issued an order to expel guests.
Mu Chengxue has no intention of forcing her to stay - their future destiny has already been in the heart of Saint Biluo.
The deep love between sisters is ultimately greater than each being his or her own master.
"Take care of yourself."
Mu Chengxue teleported away from Zulong Island without any hindrance, leaving Murong Chen alone as a figure dancing with a spear and stick in the Burial Dragon Abyss.
Mu Chengxue left Zulong Island, crossed thousands of mountains, and entered the Xingyun Desert in Kunshan Continent. This was once the territory of Moon Hill. Back then, it was guarded by the mythical beast Xuanwu and protected by the Heaven and Earth Pearl. The scenery of the desert was infinite.
But here and now, the earth energy is as thin as the bones in an egg, the rivers are drying up, the oases are deserted, and the long yellow sand has turned into a snow-white, like piles of bones eroded by the wind and sand.
A strong wind blew, revealing the corpses buried in the white sand, half buried in the field.
Mu Chengxue passed by Tudor City and came to the sky above a crescent hill, where she watched it quietly for a long time.
Under the sand dune was once the base of the most powerful force in the world - Killing Spirits in Kunshan Buzhou. It was also the place where Bai Yunsheng appeared before he disappeared. But now there is no trace of life, and of course there is no news about Bai Yunsheng.
A hundred years after Bai Yunsheng's disappearance, the Soul Slayers quickly split apart. Coupled with the invasion of Zu Hai and the rise of Wuling Palace, the original largest force in the world was retreating steadily. Soon it retreated back to the Southern Wilderness Demon Realm, never causing any further disturbance.
Mu Chengxue sighed softly, turned around and walked thousands of miles away to Jingzhou, the hinterland of the Central Plains, to meet the last person she wanted to see.
Looking from a distance, the city wall that stretches across the sky and the earth is still there, but it is stained with mottled blood. The ground under the city is full of potholes and corpses are strewn in a mess.
The stench of corpses lingered for thirty miles, turning the once sacred place into a hell on earth.
The top of the city wall is lined with sentries, guarding the last barrier of the allied forces.
At this moment, the huge city of Jingzhou is as quiet as death, and every household has closed its doors and windows.
The cool breeze swept through every empty street and blew all the way to the attic of the inner hall of Tianyi College, disturbing the throbbing in the hearts of the coalition forces.
Standing in the Huanshen Palace are a group of the last big guys in the world: Chu Jiangtian and Chu Han from the Demon Realm of the West Wilderness, Wen Chudao from Tianyi Academy, the public loser from Liangzhou, the Sima family from the Flame Mountain, the Bai family from Shui Yuntian,
There is also a fair-skinned and beautiful woman with ice-filled eyes - Xue Bing.
The center of all the Jianghu coalition forces from the Four Wastes and Five Continents is here, all of them look solemn and talk without joy.
Now the source energy of the five elements in the surrounding world has been completely lost, including the Eastern Wilderness Demon Realm, Zhenfeng Continent, Kanchen Continent and the eastern part of the Northern Wilderness Demon Realm. Half of the world has been swept and occupied by the Ancestral Sea. Four of the five original Dzi beads have been taken away.
, and among the Zuhai coalition forces, there are actually strong men who have surpassed the Tianying position and the Purple Soul realm, while among the allies, only Chu Han and Chu Jiang Tianchu have glimpsed the Spiritual Soul realm. All of this puts the status of Fangyuan practitioners in jeopardy.
At this moment, the Poseidon Palace's army was less than a hundred miles away from Jingzhou. The surviving capable human cultivators and demon cultivators had to temporarily put aside their prejudices and blood feuds and come to Jingzhou, the last fortress, to keep the last flame.
Death or surrender has become a question that these core characters must face and choose.
In the Palace of Fantasy God.
Hearing that Qu Dao had taken advantage of the host to become the leader of the alliance, he really had the aura of an alliance leader when he spoke: "Gong Loser, please tell me about your alliance with Wuling Palace during this trip."
Half a month ago, the head of the Gongshu family went to Jiangzhou City to meet with the Evil Emperor Xiang Wujian in person, asking for an alliance between the two parties to protect themselves.
This was also the connection between Gong Shuji and the Xiang family that the Allies took a fancy to. But the words of Gong Shuqiu, the new head of the Tianji Sect, poured cold water on everyone.
Gong Shuqiu said: "The door attendant of Wuling Palace said that the Evil Emperor is in retreat and has no time to summon him. He asked me to choose another day to visit him."
Wen Qudao couldn't control his fiery temper immediately, and shouted coldly: "How arrogant! Wuling Palace is so arrogant that it asked a doorman to send us away. This Wujian is also a student of Tianyi College, so arrogant!"
However, Wen Qudao's angry voice did not echo in the room.
Chu Han and others knew very well, and Wen Qudao also knew very well that Xiang Wujian was no longer what he used to be - he had a five-spirit body, inherited the position of Evil Emperor, and his cultivation level was far beyond that of these old guys.
And the Wuling Palace he is currently in charge of is one of the three ancient sects. How can he pay attention to the allies who are now as miserable as dogs?
They originally hoped that Xiang Wujian would consider the relationship between the Xiang family and Gongshujia and help them, but unfortunately they overestimated themselves.
But how could this group of people have thought that if Xiang Wujian hadn't been thinking about the old relationship between Tiandi Mountain and Bai Yunsheng, and frequently secretly blocked the Zuhai Allied Forces, this fragile Allied Force would have been wiped out long ago.
If Chu Jiangtian or Chu Han are sent to deal with the alliance, there may be a glimmer of hope.
Now, they can only rely on their own little light.
The shadow of death once again shrouded everyone's mind - their generation, which spanned the world for nearly a thousand years and were famous in five continents, had never been so helpless in the face of death.
Silence is like a mountain, bending the proud brows of these once invincible strong men.
In the silence, Chu Han, the God of Death, was the first to stand up and said with enlightenment:
"What are you afraid of! Our end is approaching, so why are we afraid of fighting them to the death? There are only ghosts who died in battle in the surrounding world, and no one will kneel down!"
The God of Killing is the God of Killing.
The strong demonic aura of the ferocious beast swept away most of the gloom in everyone's minds.
Chu Jiangtian also stepped forward and said: "You are right. Zu Hai came here to snatch the origin of the Five Elements. But without the energy of the origin, how will the surrounding world survive? How will you and I survive? The heaven and earth are clear, and we will practice for a lifetime.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could live and die with it?”
"Hahaha……"
Wen Qudao let out the most comfortable laugh in the past ten years and said happily: "As expected of the Demon King of Dijiang! As expected of the killing god of the generation! Okay! Let's fight to the death with the aliens from Zuhai in Jingzhou! Even if we forcefully break through the ghost gate,
I also want to break off a few of the beards of the King of Hell!"
Several other heads nodded solemnly, but this solemnity was no longer the weight of fear, but the weight of seeing death as home.
After saying that, after hearing Qu Dao, he immediately ordered each sect to go down and organize their forces to prepare for the final battle.
But now Jingzhou is not entirely the territory of the Allies.
Just after the Huanshen Palace returned to silence, a black shadow silently passed over the inner courtyard, like a breeze falling from the clouds, and drifted into a deep alley in the south of the city.