Nightfall Chapter 57: Golden dragon head, and shoot it

The golden dragon head is huge, far above the sky, but it seems to appear in front of everyone. All the details can be seen very clearly. The scales like a light mirror, and the dragon's horn like a volcano, have specific Its shape is indescribable, and the color is pure gold, but it seems to be transparent, emitting endless light and heat to the wasteland ground.

With the appearance of the golden dragon head, the southern sky suddenly shined brightly, instantly regaining the previous, and then in an instant, it far surpassed the light and heat released by the Scepter of Xiling Temple by countless times.

The dark night in the northern sky seemed to feel the strength of the new life, and it suddenly became stagnant.

The golden dragon head slowly turned, like two bright eyes, slowly scanning the human beings on the wasteland with the meaning of ancient silence, releasing a terrifying coercion with indifference.

There are records about dragons in Xiling Temple, and there are also stories about dragons in Buddhist scriptures. There are legends about dragons in the human world, but no one has ever seen the existence of dragons, let alone a golden giant. The dragon, this mythical creature, will actually come to the world...

The humans on the wasteland ground are crazy.

Especially the Xiling Temple coalition forces. Seeing the darkness, they will defeat the light. Pluto is about to emerge, and suddenly he saw the golden dragon representing the light. With excitement, people knelt to the ground and kept kowtow.

More people look at the sky idiotically, as if demented.

The golden dragon head releases infinite light. Light represents warmth and love. However, sometimes light also means punishment. When people dare to look directly at the light disrespectfully.

The next moment, the humans on the ground of the wasteland cried out in pain, covering their eyes and knelt to the ground, never daring to look at the sky again, but the light from the golden dragon head on the sky was so alluring, and there was some devotion. The followers of Haotian looked there with tears streaming down their faces without fear of death.

When the endless light fell, the tears on the faces of the believers were instantly evaporated, and the liquid in the eyes was also instantly evaporated, turning into two blue smoke and disappearing without a trace. So he became blind.

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Because of those dreams, Ning Que foresaw the appearance of the golden dragon head, so he didn't look at the sky. He tore off the cloth tape to wrap the eyes of the **** horse, and pulled the black carriage to Sangsang's side.

Sangsang's eyes were closed tightly, her face became extremely pale, and the black smoke and dust around her body was rapidly purifying and disappearing under the infinite light emitted by the golden dragon head. Her body trembled violently in the faint cold breath. It seemed extremely painful.

The people of the desert once again fell into despair and endless fear. Facing the divine punishment from Haotian, how could their mortal people resist? People fell to their knees and bowed their heads. Dare to look directly at the sky.

Tang didn't look directly at the sky. The light and coercion emitted by the huge golden dragon head was not a force that the world could resist. But he didn't kneel down either, because he was the last walk of the Demon Sect, representing the spirit of the Demon Sect, and what the Demon Sect wanted to resist was Haotian's rule over this world.

There are also several desolate warrior leaders who practiced the Demon Sect technique. They supported their seriously injured bodies and stood up, looking directly at the wasteland shrouded in light, faltering. But he refused to kneel down.

The light falling from the sky is getting brighter and heavier. Tang and the leaders of the desolate warriors made slight slaps. It was the hard bones of the desolate fighting against Haotian. fighting.

Feeling that there are tiny humans on the wasteland, daring to fight against their own majesty, the golden dragon head in the sky slowly turns, looking towards it indifferently. There was a dragon chant.

The dragon is low and deep, and it fell on the wasteland as a hurricane. In the wind, there seemed to be countless priests praying, countless apologists roaring, and countless lights appeared.

The grass clippings on the wasteland soaked in blood. It instantly became scorched black, and the blood water instantly evaporated into fishy steam. The leaders of the desolate warriors snorted in pain and fell one after another.

A crisp sound! Tang's left thigh bone fractured from it, and he let out an angry and unwilling howl, and fell back heavily, even though he spurted blood like a spring, he still did not kneel.

The golden dragon comes from the Haotian Divine Kingdom, and represents Haotian's majesty. It releases Haotian's will to the world. It is a miracle and even a divine punishment. The power of a chant is that the world cannot resist.

Hundreds of thousands of humans on the wasteland knelt collectively, expressing their awe and surrender.

Xiling Temple in the formation.

Through countless veil curtains, you can see that the tall figure in the giant has already knelt down, and the hand of the master teacher holding the magic scepter is shaking slightly, not knowing whether it is because of fear or something.

In another deity, the great priest of Tianyu has also fallen on his knees, and his expression is very peaceful, full of **** deep wrinkles, reflecting the light coming through the curtain, as if smeared with gold powder.

In the **** look, the ruling priest Ye Hongyu also knelt on his knees, and expressed respect to the golden dragon head in the sky. From the moment the golden dragon head descended into the world, she maintained this posture.

Only she knew that her knees never touched the ground until the golden dragon uttered that dragon roar, and the pressure of Vast Sky swept the wasteland. Tang and several barren warrior leaders spurted blood and fell. Only when her knees were forced to touch the ground, her face suddenly paled, her knees oozing blood, and the corners of her lips bleeding.

The golden dragon head sprinkled infinite light on the surface of the wasteland. In a short time, it purged the dark atmosphere around Sangsang's body. The rays of light containing absolute light and heat directly fell on Sangsang's body. Above, countless green smoke came out of her body.

In the light, Sangsang looked extremely painful, clutching his chest and coughing ceaselessly. At this time, what was coughed up was not blood or coldness, but black and transparent ice-like things.

Those black transparent ice cubes coughed up from her lips, and then fell on the wasteland ground, making a heavy impact, smashing deep pits, and then disappearing.

At this moment, the dragon yin spouted from the golden dragon head also came to her. The black ice cubes were crushed into the smallest gravel, and her body suddenly twisted, as if about to break. .

Ning Que has urged himself to the fastest speed, but it is impossible for him to be faster than the speed of the light, faster than the speed of Long Yin, his fingers just touched Sangsang’s body, and the pressure of Haotian It spread to him.

With a snap, he knelt on the ground next to Sangsang, his knees hit the ground hard, as if instantly shattered,

The violent pain clearly spread to his sea of ​​consciousness, making him pale and terrified.

The golden dragon screamed, and no one in the world can resist. 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 be won and Sangsang is about to die. What can he do? What can he change? If you can't change anything, why do you have those dreams, why can you see the future in your dreams, and the present now?

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Ning Que supported the ground with both hands, squatted up with all his strength, and then squatted backward with the soles of his feet, changing from a kneeling posture to a sitting posture, standing up under the pressure of the light, his expression extremely painful.

It was just such a simple action that almost squeezed all his courage and strength. He stretched out his trembling hand, took out a pair of black crystal glasses, and placed it on the bridge of his nose.

His face was extremely pale at this time. After putting on the sunglasses, it became paler, and the corresponding sunglasses were darker, and the world he saw in his eyes became very dark.

The blood and corpses on the wasteland have occupied most of the light and heat in the sky. At this time, in his eyes, they have become a lot dim and cold, and they are more similar to the pictures he saw in his dark dreams. .

Ning Que raised his head and looked directly at the golden dragon head in the sky. The huge golden dragon head almost occupies his entire field of vision, so it is very easy to aim. Although there are sunglasses separated by a bright lens, it still lets His eyes pierced unbearably, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

The iron bow slowly pulled, making a creaking sound. The dark iron arrows trembled slightly on the strings. The sharp arrow clusters faced the light falling from the sky, looking a little dim and seemingly terrified.

Ning Que's face didn't have any expression of fear, only a resolute expression. He looked at the golden dragon head in the black lens, yelled, loosened the string and shot an arrow, and shot the golden dragon head in the right eye!

The creatures in mythology represent Haotian descended into the world, and the people living in the world, either kneeling to worship in awe, or surrendering, or silent like a stone, but absolutely no one wants to kill Die it.

Because that is impossible.

Ning Que did.

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The white turbulence just bloomed behind the bowstring, and it was purified into nothingness in the infinite light falling from the sky, but the iron arrow had left the string, and after an instant, it reached the extremely high sky.

At this time, everyone on the wasteland knelt to the ground. No one dared to look directly at the sky or the golden dragon head in the sky, so no one saw this scene which was extremely rare for thousands of years.

The golden dragon head is in the extremely high sky. Apart from Liu Bai's sword, probably only Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows can touch the field in which it is located.

The dark iron arrow turned into a very thin shadow in the ten thousand rays of light, accurately hitting the left eye of the golden dragon head, and then was instantly purified by light.

If the golden dragon’s eyes are like a peaceful lake of light, then the Yuan Thirteen Arrows that make the world of cultivating fascinated, at this time, are like a piece of thin ice thrown into the lake, disappearing instantly. Can't cause any ripples.

Ning Que is not surprised by the result of this arrow, but there is no word despair in his dictionary. He will never give up if he does not try to the end. Since he is going to die, he will not shoot this arrow. Will be willing.

The golden dragon overlooked the wasteland ground and looked at Ning Que, who was holding a bow. There was a sneer and contempt in the eyes of the huge Guanghu, then he returned to absolute indifference and spit out a breath of dragon.

The dragon's head breathed, and Jinhui condensed into billions of debris, falling towards the wasteland, like a sand river, but every grain of sand is absolutely transparent, and every grain of sand contains infinite coercion!

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