The golden dragon head is very huge, far above the sky, but it seems to appear in front of everyone's eyes. All the details can be seen very clearly. Scale like a light mirror and dragon horns like a volcano have specific shapes.
But it is hard to describe. It is as pure as gold, but it seems transparent, emitting endless light and heat, sprinkling on the wasteland.
As the golden dragon head appeared, the southern sky suddenly shone brightly, instantly recovering from its previous situation, and then in an instant, it far surpassed the light and heat released by the scepter of the Xiling Temple's head sect.
The dark night in the northern sky seemed to feel the power of the new light and suddenly became stagnant.
The golden dragon's head slowly turned, and his eyes, like two bright sides, slowly glanced at the human beings who were indulged in the wasteland with the meaning of ancient silence, and his expression was indifferent to release the terrifying pressure.
There are records about dragons in the Xiling Temple Buddhist scriptures, stories about dragons in Buddhist scriptures, and legends about dragons in the human world, but no one has ever seen the existence of dragons with his own eyes, let alone a golden dragon.
A mythical creature will actually come to the world...
Humans on the wasteland are crazy.
Especially the Xiling Temple coalition forces, as the darkness was about to defeat the light, the Pluto was about to appear, and suddenly saw the golden dragon representing the light. People were excited and burst into tears, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing.
More people looked at the sky as if they were demented.
The golden dragon head releases infinite light, which represents warmth and love, but light sometimes also means punishment, when people dare to look directly at the light without respect.
The next moment, the humans on the wasteland screamed in pain, covered their eyes and knelt on the ground, and never dared to look at the sky again. However, the light of the golden dragon head in the sky was so tempting, and they still believed in Haotian devoutly.
The believer looked at the place without fear of death.
Endless light fell, tears on the faces of believers were instantly evaporated, and the liquid in their eyes was instantly evaporated, turning into two rays of blue smoke and disappearing without a trace, and then becoming blind.
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Because of those dreams, Ning Que predicted the appearance of the golden dragon head, so he did not look at the sky. He tore off the cloth belt and wrapped the eyes of the big black horse, and pulled the black carriage to Sangsang's side.
Sangsang's eyes were closed, his little face became extremely pale, and the black smoke surrounding his body was rapidly purifying and disappearing under the infinite light emitted by the golden dragon's head at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her body was gradually fading.
The yin and cold breath trembled violently, which seemed particularly painful.
The deserted people were once again trapped in despair and endless fear. Faced with the divine punishment brought by Haotian, how could they resist the mortal people? People kneel down on the ground and lower their heads, not daring to look directly at the sky.
Tang did not look directly at the sky. The light and pressure emitted by the huge golden dragon head were not a force that the human world could resist, but he did not kneel down because he was the last walk of the Demon Sect, representing the spirit of the Demon Sect.
What the Demon Sect wants to resist is Haotian's rule over this world.
There were also several leaders of the wilderness warriors who practiced the magic sect. They stood up with their seriously injured bodies and looked directly at the wasteland shrouded in light. They were shaking, but they refused to kneel down.
The light that fell from the sky became brighter and heavier. Tang and the leaders of the deserted warriors made a slight sound, which was the hard bones of the deserted people fighting against the pressure of Haotian.
Feeling that there were actually tiny humans on the wasteland, daring to fight against their majesty, the golden dragon head in the sky slowly turned, looking indifferently at that place, and making a dragon roar.
The dragon roared low, and falling on the wasteland was a hurricane. In the wind, countless priests were praying, countless apologists were roaring, and countless light appeared.
The grass chips that were wet with blood on the wasteland instantly turned black, and the blood instantly evaporated into fishy steam. The leaders of several desert warriors groaned in pain and fell down one after another.
A crisp sound! Tang's left thigh and leg bone broke from the middle. He let out an angry and unwilling howl and fell heavily backwards. Even though he was bleeding like a spring, he still did not kneel.
The golden dragon comes from the Kingdom of Haotian, representing the majesty of Haotian. It releases Haotian's will to the world, which is a miracle and a divine punishment. The power of a chant means that the world cannot resist.
Hundreds of thousands of humans on the wasteland knelt down collectively to express their awe and surrender.
In the Xiling Temple Formation.
Through the countless heavy gauze curtains, you can see that the tall figure in the giant chariot had already kneeled down. The head master holding the magical staff was trembling slightly, not knowing whether it was because of fear or something else.
In another chariot, the great priest of Tianyu had already knelt down on his knees, his expression was very quiet, covered with deep wrinkles, reflecting the light passing through the curtain, as if it was covered with gold powder.
In the Blood-colored God Chariot, the great priest Ye Hongyu also knelt on his knees and expressed her respect to the golden dragon head in the sky. From the moment the golden dragon head descended on the earth, she maintained this posture.
Only she knew that her knee never touched the ground, until the golden dragon let out the dragon roar, the pressure of Haotian swept the wasteland, Tang and several leaders of the deserted warriors fell down, her knees
She was forced to contact the ground, and her face suddenly turned pale, her knees were bleeding, and the corners of her lips were bleeding.
The golden dragon head scattered infinite light to the surface of the wasteland. In a short time, it purified the dark aura surrounding Sangsang's body. The light containing absolute light and heat fell directly on Sangsang's body.
Dao Qingyan emerged from her body.
In the light, Sangsang seemed extremely painful, covering his chest and coughing constantly. At this time, what he coughed out was not blood or yin and cold breath, but black and transparent things like ice.
Those black transparent ice cubes coughed out from her lips and then fell on the wasteland, making a heavy impact sound, smashing out extremely deep pits, and then disappearing.
At this moment, the dragon roar spurted out from the golden dragon head also came to her. All the black ice cubes were crushed into the smallest tiny gravel, and her body suddenly twisted, as if it was about to break.
Ning Que has already urged his speed to the fastest, but it is impossible to exceed the speed of the light, faster than the speed of Long Yin. As soon as his fingers touched Sangsang's body, Haotian's pressure spread to him.
The body.
With a bang, he knelt on the land beside Sangsang, and his knees collided heavily with the ground, as if they were shattered in an instant.
The severe pain was clearly transmitted to his sea of consciousness, making him pale and extremely fearful.
With the golden dragon roar, no one can resist in the world. Before Haotian, he was so weak. So what is the meaning of the choices he made over the years?
This war between light and darkness is about to decide the outcome, and Sangsang will die soon. What can he do? What can he change? If he can't change anything, then why do he have those dreams?
Why can you see the future and the present in your dreams?
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Ning Que supported the ground with both hands, squatted up with all his strength, then paused his feet backwards, and changed from kneeling on his knees to sitting. He stood up under the pressure of light, looking extremely painful.
Just such a simple action almost squeezed out all his courage and strength. He stretched out his trembling hand, took out a pair of glasses made of black crystal, and put them on the bridge of his nose.
His face was extremely pale at this time. After putting on his sunglasses, he became paler, and the corresponding sunglasses were darker. The world he saw in his eyes also became very dark.
The blood and corpses on the wasteland had occupied most of the light and heat in the sky. At this time, in his eyes, they became much dimmer and colder, which was more similar to the scene he saw in his dark dream.
Ning Que raised his head and looked directly at the golden dragon head in the sky. The huge golden dragon head almost occupied his entire field of view, so it was very easy to aim - although there were sunglasses, the light lens passed by still thorns, and his eyes were still pricked.
The pain was unbearable, and tears flowed down unknowingly.
The iron bow slowly pulled, making a creaking sound. The dark iron arrows trembled slightly on the strings. The sharp clusters of arrows looked a little dim and seemed to be very scared in the light falling from the sky.
There was no expression of fear on Ning Que's face, only a resolute expression. He looked at the golden dragon head in the black lenses, shouted loudly, and squirted, singing the arrow directly into the right eye of the golden dragon head!
The mythical creatures represent the arrival of the heavens on earth. The people living in the world either kneel down to express their awe, surrender, or remain silent like a stone, but no one wants to kill it.
Because that is impossible.
Ning Que did this.
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The white turbulence, just bloomed behind the bowstring, purified into nothingness in the infinite light falling from the sky, but the iron arrow had left the string, and in an instant, it reached the extremely high sky.
At this time, everyone on the wasteland fell to the ground, and no one dared to look directly at the sky or the golden dragon head in the sky, so no one saw this scene that was extremely rare in millions of years.
The golden dragon head is in the extremely high sky. In the world, except for Liu Bai's sword, there is probably only Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrow, which can touch the realm of its location.
The dark iron arrow turned into an extremely thin black shadow in the thousands of lights, accurately hitting the left eye of the golden dragon head, and then instantly purified by the light.
If the eyes of the golden dragon are like a calm lake of light, then the Yuan Thirteen Arrow, which makes people feel terrified when they hear it, is like a thin piece of ice thrown into the lake, disappearing in an instant, and cannot arouse at all.
Any ripples.
Ning Que was not surprised by the result of this arrow, but his dictionary does not have the word despair. If he doesn't try it until the end, he will never give up. Since he is going to die, he will not be willing to shoot this arrow.
The golden dragon overlooked the wasteland and looked at Ning Que, who was standing with a bow. A look of ridiculousness and contempt appeared in the eyes of the huge Guanghu, and then returned to absolute indifference and spit out a mouthful of dragon breath.
The dragon's head breathed, and the golden light condensed into billions of debris and fell towards the wasteland, like a sand river dying, but every grain of sand was absolutely transparent, and every grain of sand contained infinite pressure!