"Hmm~" Taking off the towel on his forehead, Lu Ming woke up leisurely and was about to lift the quilt when he realized that he was being suppressed. He lowered his head slightly and found Linglong pressed in his arms with a haggard look on her face.
"Time flies so fast..."
Fingertips traced Linglong's familiar cheek, a smile appeared on Lu Ming's face, and memories flashed in his eyes.
Linglong didn't sleep deeply, and soon she sensed his movements. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt something strange on her face. She stretched out her hand to grab the big hand. She was originally preparing to scold him, but when she opened her mouth, she became much gentler,
"Are you awake?"
"Well," Lu Ming nodded slightly, looking at her eyes as calm and reassuring as ever, "How long has it been?"
Linglong had a clear mind and naturally understood what he was asking. She looked out the window and glanced at the hourglass, "You have been sleeping for almost a day, your body..."
"It's okay." Lu Ming shook his head slightly, lifted the quilt, and looked in the direction of Zhihuo Realm. His eyebrows frowned slightly, but he quickly returned to calm, as if he sensed something.
After a long silence, he turned back to her and said, "Let the people in the cockpit increase the speed of the fishing boat to the fastest speed. Zhi Huo... something may have happened."
"What happened to Zhihuo?" Linglong grasped the words keenly, knowing that Lu Ming would not lie to her. She did not dare to hesitate at the moment, and quickly ran to the cockpit to ask the driver to speed up, and then trotted back all the way.
Lu Ming had already gotten up, standing outside the window and quietly looking in the direction of Zhihuo, with deep eyes, and murmured: "It's strange... they are obviously dead."
"What's so dead?"
Looking back, looking at Linglong who was a little nervous, Lu Ming smiled easily and said: "Those who died five hundred years ago were people of the bloodline of the three major divine races."
"Huo Tuke, the ancestor of the Fire Weavers, was responsible for suppressing the corpses related to the gods. The ancestral precept set here allowed the Fire Weavers to guard the Yanxi Wall from generation to generation and take the honor of extinguishing the Earth Fire."
Lu Ming tapped the window sill with his fingertips, his eyes showing deep thought, and continued: "Of course, this is just my guess, but the truth must be close to ten."
"The truth..."
Linglong murmured, grabbed his hand, checked his pulse like a doctor, then reached out to touch his forehead to measure the temperature, with a thoughtful look on her face.
Strange, he...
Lu Ming's laughter interrupted her, "What do you want to see from me? Are you pinching and grabbing me?"
"No, you just said that something happened to Zhihuo. Is this what happened? Did those things that were suppressed inside the Yanxi Wall come out?"
"Yes, if you are prepared, there should be another name for 'fire demon' in Zhihuo, which is the fiery red monster we saw the night before when we left Zhihuo last time."
"What about my father and the others?" Linglong suddenly realized and couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Lu Ming gently grabbed her hand, conveying warmth, and said silently in his heart: Even if there is, I can make them safe and sound.
The familiar eyes were filled with an indescribable sense of security, and Linglong nodded gently.
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The sky was covered in red, and the black mountain had turned red, and then suddenly collapsed and broken into two parts. One after another fiery red figures crawled out from the broken mountain pass and from the gaps in the eaves of the mountain wall.
Their eyes were full of hatred, and they slowly stood up from crawling, and then began to run wildly, no longer slow, towards the villages and towns below that reflected life.
While running, sporadic flames from the fire demon's body fell to the ground, instantly igniting a fire. The earthbags began to burn, the houses began to burn, and even the roads began to burn.
Countless figures kept rising from the flames, and then ran towards the town. Fireballs were thrown randomly, flying all over the sky, everything they saw before the eyes of the unscrupulous vandals.
In the pool next to the Glory Stone, following the order from Akakata of the Tongshan Group, the Tongshan Group's men rolled up cloth bags one after another, and countless stone pellets were thrown out, magnified in the air, and headed downwards
come down……
The stones that extinguished the ground fire gradually exploded, turned into powder, and even... began to burn.
"If the fire weaver is there, the fire weaver will be there too!"
"The Ancestor's Yanxi Wall is our last line of defense!"
"Brothers, we can't retreat!"
"Extinguish them!"
"Fight them!"
"..."
Half an hour has passed, and most of the village has been destroyed. The raging fire is soaring into the sky, and the heat energy from the sky is spreading to all parts of Suchuan. Countless fire weavers are already lying on the ground.
The patriarch's face was covered with tears, and he could no longer stand. Heat rushed to his face, and a weak but firm voice came out from his lips together, "Akata!"
"Take them away!"
"Let Fireweaver leave a legacy!"
"Let the old people and children leave here and tell the outside world."
The fire fang in the fire weaver's hand had already been broken and was everywhere. When he stepped on a fire fang, it immediately turned into ashes. Chi Fang's body had been burned in many places. He panted hard and carried the clan leader on his shoulders.
above.
"Huo Zhi was born in this earth bag, and he will die on this earth bag."
"This is not the glory of our ancestors, this is the dignity of the fireweavers standing and dying."
The old patriarch burst into tears. During the bumps, a fire demon in the distance saw the two of them. Several more blazing flames shot out, and the two of them were knocked to the ground.
"Huo Tu Xin! Where are you!"
"Go save the patriarch, go and save the patriarch quickly, do you hear me?"
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Pingting.
It's cold in March, so the wind is naturally much colder.
Wei Sheng Yan stood on the observation deck, looking at the clouds on the horizon. He held the dowry bracelet representing the Yin family in his hand. He squeezed it slightly, but the bracelet could not withstand the force and cracked with a crack.
The crisp sound brought the dazed Wei Sheng Yan back to his senses. He looked at the bracelet that was broken into two pieces in his hand, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he used all his strength to smash the bracelet towards the ground.
Sharp fragments flew all over the sky and even scratched his cheek, but Wei Shengyan seemed unaware, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably and going crazy.
"Why?"
"Why are you telling me this is a deal?!"
"Can't you tell me that you love me?!"
"Yinzhuang, tell me why!"
Lying on the ground, Wei Shengyan looked like he was crazy, sobbing, despairing, and grieving, "In this life... I can only be traded by you. In your eyes, am I nothing worth paying for except use value?"
."
"It's been like this since I was a child, it's been like this when I grew up, and this is how my miserable life has been."
In the distance, the old housekeeper trotted over and knelt on the ground, silent.
After a while, Wei Sheng Yan wiped away his tears and said expressionlessly, without any emotion: "The wedding will be held as scheduled. If she wants to trade, let's trade."
The old housekeeper knew that the parents had lost some judgment. He raised his head slightly and reminded in a low voice: "Parents, something happened over there at Zhihuo. According to the observations of our people in the military and Tianqi Sect,"
"The wall of Yanxi...is broken!"
The old housekeeper's voice was trembling. He was familiar with the secrets of the family master, so he naturally knew what Yan Xiqiang was. There were countless noble blood in it, and it was a monster filled with endless resentment formed after death.
In terms of his power, he is not a god, but a god.
Wei Shengyan's deathly gray eyes moved. He raised his head slightly, as if he thought of something, his eyes lit up with flames, "At the speed of our fishing boat and according to the schedule, your Majesty and the God Lord will have almost arrived at Zhihuo by now, right?"
?”
The old housekeeper didn't know why, but he still replied: "As long as there is no delay on the journey, we should have arrived at Zhihuo."
"Your Majesty and the Divine Lord?"
"What's the point of struggling with dead people? They haven't been able to defeat Shenzong for five hundred years. Now that they have turned into monsters, they still want to fight Shenzong. It's really wishful thinking!" He leaned over and picked up a broken bracelet.
Wei Shengyan put it back in his arms, wrapped it in red cloth, and finally said: "Let's change the wedding to a fishing boat."
"Remember, you have to use the best boat from my Weisheng family!"
The old housekeeper looked up at the owner's indifferent expression, trembled slightly, did not dare to say anything, and hurriedly stepped back.
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Weave fire.
The sky is covered with black clouds, and the lower layer is covered with red flames, which are constantly burning and growing.
The town of Fireweaver was completely covered in the fire. The streets and houses could not be seen clearly. Only the fire monsters screamed wantonly in the flames, constantly falling flames, and new fire monsters climbed up again.
The water in the pool next to the Glory Stone, which was originally deep enough to submerge an adult's knees, has been absorbed by the flint and has not been polished at all. Even the bluestone platform is gone.
Broken fire fangs were everywhere, and there were still traces of the fireweaver's red blood.
Huo Tu Xin held the last fire fang and fought with the fire demon in front of him. After a roar, the flames on the fire demon disappeared and turned into nothingness. Huo Tu Xin was spread out on the ground.
Fire Fang completely lost its momentum and turned into an ordinary stick, which was then burned to ashes by the fire energy coming from a distance.
"Clan leader, it seems that we are really immortal in the flames." Grinning, Huo Tu Xin no longer had the strength to get up, and just complained to the days behind him: "I don't know which ancestor wrote the sacrificial inscription.
Let us live forever in flames, what a fart."
The patriarch was lying on the stone bed, his face was gray and his lips were chapped, and he had lost his voice.
Huo Tu Xin forced himself to look back, with a look of sadness in his eyes. The flames at the bottom of the mountain had already come, and several more fire monsters climbed up. The climbing and hateful fire monsters were reflected in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth showed sarcasm.
"They were all defeated by our ancestors, and they were also defeated by me!"
"Anyone who has the guts can challenge me to a duel!"
The flames moved from far to near and began to burn his body. Huo Tuxin no longer had the strength to complain. He thought of his daughter, "You stinky girl, you might as well leave."
"Dad, I'm still worried that you've met the fire demon."
A familiar neighing sound came into Huo Tu Xin's ears. He closed his eyes slightly, showing tranquility on his face, choosing to face his death calmly.
But the strange thing is that this time the screams are not as wanton as before. The screams of those monsters are full of hatred and hatred, but they are directed at the same person.
The flames on his body gradually became smaller until they were completely extinguished. Huo Tuxin opened his eyes and saw a fishing boat docked in the sky. A sword was docked parallel to a young man. Next to the young man was a woman in white with an anxious look on her face.
Look down.
On the ground, inside the mountain, and on the Yanxi Wall, one after another fire monsters crawled and screamed at the ship. Some of them threw fireballs, some galloped, some figures disappeared and appeared in the air, and some
The sound wave pierced and hissed...
Without exception, their target was the fishing boat.
Huo Tuxin used all his strength to get up and said, "Linglong, dad is here!"
Linglong quickly discovered him and said hurriedly, "My father is at the Glory Stone. What should I do? Let me go!"
A curtain was formed around the fishing boat, blocking the flames and sound waves. Lu Ming took advantage of the gap to glance down and pulled Linglong, "He's fine, he's just exhausted."
"Let's go down after I finish dealing with these guys."
After saying that, without waiting for Linglong's reaction, Lu Ming stepped forward and faced thousands of fire demons.
"Death! Die, die, die!"
"You deserve to die!"
One after another figures appeared in front of the eyes, and the fire demon's originally inaudible neighing could now be heard clearly in front of him.
Lu Ming looked at the fire demon and glanced at the broken mountain of Yan Xiqiang, "It seems that someone has released you."
"Unfortunately, something I have killed once will not have any deterrent effect on me."
Looking through the town of Fireweaver below, Lu Ming stepped on the void, and two ripples, one black and one white, were formed. The original Shenzong sword was covered with a crystal clear water curtain, "It's the same as five hundred years ago."
Same, so annoying and disgusting!”
"I don't regret killing you, I just regret not killing you in the first place and giving you the opportunity to survive as a remnant soul to this day and continue to do disgusting things."
The black and white colors in his hands gradually became the same. Lu Ming looked at the fire demon in front of him with a calm expression, and continued: "So, this time, you will not have a future."
The sword covering the water curtain flew out, and the black and white ripples oscillated in all directions with Lu Mingwei's center. Just like a stone thrown into a calm lake, the ripples continued to grow and disappear.
Until all waters return to calm.
Moisture returned to the air, and the countless fire demons that were screaming, running, slashing with knives, and attacking were all condensed and motionless, and then gradually began to fade away.
The wind blew gently, bringing with it a slight chill, and all the ground and objects that had been burned by the fire demon disappeared.
It's like the years have passed by.
"The power of time is really great."
The fishing boat behind had already docked on the mountain of Glory Stone. Lu Ming did not go down to join Linglong immediately, but stretched out his palm, and the black and white colors disappeared.
He looked thoughtful, "Are you missing too..."
"Little tree..."
Looking across the abyss in the distance, Lu Ming suppressed the palpitations in his heart and flew downwards.