Nightfall Chapter 58: A hand reaching the sky
Dragon's breath descended, a sacred, pure and majestic breath reverberating over the wasteland.
The bowstring in Ning Que's hand snapped and snapped. With this soft sound, his Sea of Consciousness suddenly became chaotic, and the Qihai Snow Mountain in his body seemed to have collapsed.
What's even more frightening is that the drop of awe-inspiring liquid beads deep in the lower abdomen seems to have felt the call of the dragon's breath, and it spun vigorously, releasing countless air strands, pouring into his body. Away.
It doesn't matter if it is just that, the problem is that the awe-inspiring aura that has been infused throughout the body has signs of penetrating the skin and leaving the body!
In the sky, the golden dragon head moved forward slowly, and the slender dragon body finally protruded out the burning white clouds. The dense and bright mirror-like scales rubbed against the clouds, rubbed against the air, and burst into gold. Flames.
As the golden dragon gradually appeared in full form, the pressure that enveloped the entire wasteland became heavier and more terrifying, and even the wasteland space itself began to become unstable.
The dragon's breath that fell to the wasteland is composed of countless tens of thousands of tiny golden gravels. What's strange is that these golden gravels with infinite coercion did not ignite the raging gods when they fell on the ground. After Hui, it was like real sand, dancing everywhere by the wind.
No burning does not mean that there is no power. The golden sand-like dragon's breath fell on the wasteland, on the corpses of countless desert warriors. Suddenly, many tiny cracks appeared on the corpses of the desert warriors who had been sleeping. .
Dozens of dragon-breath sands fell on Tang's body, and his animal skins splintered instantly. Suddenly dozens of extremely thin blood holes appeared on his stiff body.
Ning Que's situation is not much better. He waved his hand to try to drive away the sand of dragon's breath floating in front of him. Unexpectedly, the golden sand was not able to concentrate, and it was lightly stuck to the edge of his palm.
A very thin blood hole suddenly appeared on the edge of his palm, and the majestic aura that was waiting to be released in his body followed the blood hole. Disperse to the body, disappear into the air instantly.
Ning Que understood what was going on.
He is cultivating Haoran Qi, who has long been enchanted. Tang and the ridiculous warriors are also the cultivation method of the Demon Sect. They have their own worlds in their bodies, and they store a lot of heaven and earth vitality.
According to the Haotian Dao Sect. The reason why Mozong is a demon. Except for the fact that the demonic cultivator created his own world, it was because of his disrespect to Haotian, the most fundamental reason. It lies in the cultivator, who will constantly grab the vitality of the heaven and earth in nature, if this situation is allowed to continue. One day the vitality of heaven and earth will dry up.
The golden dragon represents Haotian's will. In its eyes, Ning Que and Huangren are like shameless thieves stealing Haotian's wealth. Of course, it must take these wealth back from these thieves.
The dragon's breath, like golden sand, floats on the wasteland and falls on Ning Que and the others, just to take away the vitality of the heavens and the earth in their bodies and purify them into the original light of the world.
This process is Haotian's divine punishment.
The so-called redemption.
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In the distance of Helan City. His Majesty the Emperor looked at the glittering sky, looked at the golden dragon head, was silent, the expression on his face looked very solemn.
The golden dragon head breathed dragon's breath on the wasteland ground, like a golden sand, falling like a torrential rain, I saw this face painting. For some reason, His Majesty's face suddenly paled and looked extremely painful.
Master Huang Yang's expression is very serious, and his right wrist sticks out of the monk's sleeve, holding his majesty's left hand. A string of sandalwood rosary between the wrists glided like running water. Put it on your majesty's wrist.
On the rosary, a compassionate Buddhism aura came to life. His Majesty felt that the aura that had been tossing him for many years in his body calmed a little, and his complexion was gentle.
Master Huang Yang couldn't rest assured. He didn't dare to let his majesty's temperament let him stand on the tower to watch the battle, forcibly supported him, and walked into the tower made of thick stones.
In the deepest room of the rock tower, the empress empress is holding the young prince, her face is very pale, and there are still blood stains on the corners of her lips.
The young prince cried and said to the emperor: "Father, look at your mother, what is going on?"
The Queen Mother looked at the emperor with a gentle smile, shook her head, and signaled that she was all right.
The emperor walked up to her, took off the rosary from his left wrist without hesitation, and put it on her wrist.
Master Huang Yang looked at this scene and sighed in his heart.
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The depths of the extreme west wasteland.
All the monks in the Xuankong Temple have avoided those large and small yellow temples. The clouds and mist envelop the entire mountain. They can only hear the sound of the scriptures, but cannot see the specific pictures.
Only a small peak at the highest point of Kyoho. Above the clouds and the surface, you can see images from far away and see the brighter and brighter sky in the east.
The first lecture in the Xuankong Temple, holding a tin rod to look at the east, his eyes have already been dried up by the light, and there is no moisture, but he is not harmed.
The light in the east is getting stronger, and the night is eclipsed. Although it hasn't disappeared, it has been completely hidden. There is no joy on the face of the first seat, just tired and solemn.
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Haotian descended the golden dragon into the world, and the world was shining brightly.
Except for a few people, no one in the whole world can look up to the sky.
Light is not just warmth, it also represents majesty. What is needed is not closeness, but awe. Therefore, light allows humans to know their existence, but does not allow humans to see their own existence.
In the gods on the wasteland, Ye Hongyu once tried to look at the golden dragon in the sky. She burst into tears and stinging. The stars of the gods at the bottom of her eyes disappeared, and she had to bow her head expressionlessly again.
Not being able to look up at the sky doesn't mean that you can't know this magical battle in the sky.
Countless cities, countless towns, countless mountains and rivers, countless villages, countless people kneel down under the light, watching the projection on the ground, watching the trend of this bright and dark war nervously.
Countless followers of Haotian gathered in the most recent Taoist temple, kept chanting and praying, blessed the coalition forces on the wasteland, and showed Haotian their piety, joy and compassion, like crazy.
As the light gradually overwhelmed the darkness, people's happy cries went straight into the sky. I don't know how many people fainted in excitement, and even just stopped waking up like this, returning to Haotian's divine kingdom.
In the deep mountains of Xiling, there is a very simple Taoist temple. This Taoist temple is probably the Taoist temple that least Haotian believers know, but it is the most important Taoist temple of Haotian Taoism.
Behind this Taoist temple, there is a red earth mountain covered with ivy, and there are countless deep caves in the mountain. In these caves, many powerful Taoist experts live.
Those powerful auras seeped from the green hills, watching the changes in the sky, and enjoying the light cast by the golden dragon. Gradually about to move. Occasionally, I can hear a low and pleasant laugh.
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The breath of the dragon is the breath of the dragon, and the breath is followed by the breath.
The huge golden dragon head in the sky opened its mouth, and the dragon's body suddenly became thick. On the wasteland ground, a huge wind suddenly blew, whizzing and circling. Swept the scattered golden sand and left the ground.
Looking from afar, a whirlwind seems to have emerged between the sky and the earth, with the thin end at the golden dragon head and the thick end at the ground, constantly sweeping away, flying sand and rocks everywhere.
As the golden sand leaves the ground, the atmosphere of heaven and earth in the corpses of the desolate soldiers on the wasteland ground was also sucked away by the tornado.
This process is invisible to the naked eye. But Ning Que could feel it, because he had a lot of aura on his body and was sucked away by the golden dragon. At this time, he looked up again. The golden dragon head in the sunglasses could not find any sense of majesty and light. Looks so bloody, terrifying and greedy.
The dark night in the north has slowly receded. The **** umbrella no longer exhales, and the connection between Sangsang and the night is interrupted. The breath that surrounds her has long been purified, and the dust and sand are constantly dancing.
Sangsang's feet left the ground, away from the snow and ice like white lotus flowers. Floated into the air.
The golden dragon looked at her indifferently.
Sangsang's clothes swayed in the whirlwind.
Sangsang flew to the sky, flew into the mouth of the golden dragon.
Sangsang turned around. Looking at Ning Que, his eyes were terrified and helpless.
Ning Que jumped up and hugged her legs, trying to pull her back to the ground.
But he can't do it.
Sangsang is still flying to the sky, taking him to the sky with him.
Haotian wants Sangsang.
Haotian doesn't want him.
So Sangsang's body is very light, but his body suddenly becomes as heavy as a mountain.
Only two clicks were heard, and his arms holding Sangsang were completely broken.
But he still didn't let go.
Since I caught it, I would never let it go.
Don't let go even if your hand is broken.
Don't let go even if you die.
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The extremely faint Jin Hui flicked in front of his eyelashes, and the earth seemed to no longer have any attraction. Ning Que held Sangsang, followed the dragon's breath, flew to the sky, and flew into the golden dragon's mouth.
The two people’s hair and clothes were fluttering in the air, looking like two black flowers. Under the pressure of the light, he began to bleed continuously, and the blood dripped from the black petals and fell on On the wasteland.
On the wasteland ground, the big dark horse ran desperately with the carriage dragged. It seemed to have forgotten the fear, chasing the two flying in the sky, screaming anger and sadness from time to time.
Ning Que looked at it hoarsely and said: "It's really a fool."
Then he looked up and saw that the sky above his head was full of light. There was nothing but light. It seemed so pure, as pure as death, so he knew that death was coming soon.
He has made many choices in his life. Now, it seems that those choices are really meaningless, just like at the last moment, he chose to jump into the air and hug Sangsang.
But sometimes, the choice itself makes sense.
He looked at Sangsang and smiled.
Sangsang looked at him and smiled.
At this moment, their bodies suddenly stopped and no longer continued to fly into the sky and the light.
Because a hand reached into the sky and grabbed Ning Que's foot.
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(This is the third chapter. The fourth chapter will definitely be updated after the meal is over. See you then.) {Piaotian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest Power}