Hey, what the back of this bronze mirror looks like.

As he spoke, he turned the back of the bronze mirror to Xu Mo, a dragon pattern?

The shape is somewhat similar to the giant snake coiled in the pit before, but the dragon pattern five-clawed antler snake body on the bronze mirror is actually a real dragon, and the one in the pit is not only missing two horns, but also missing a dragon claw, how awkward it looks. Except for the same posture, there is nothing else in common.

Could it be that this giant snake is learning the appearance of the bronze mirror to cultivate, or.

As he spoke, Xu Mo reached out and took the bronze ancient mirror from Yao Yan's hand.

"Hiss"

Accidentally, the broken mirror surface on the bronze mirror cut the index finger of Xu Mo's right hand, and a large amount of blood flowed out instantly, and the red blood began to spread along the gap on the copper mirror. Then a crack falls off. A little silver, flawless light bloomed outward, a tragic aura came to the face, and the smell of blood in the air was strong, like substance, rendering the entire space into a scarlet purgatory.

In the dark, there is a hint of calling.

It seemed to be back to the era of war, but this time the scene he saw was a little miserable, a battlefield site, many soldiers lying on the ground, an old man carrying a young soldier behind him, as if asleep, just leaning on the old man's not broad shoulders, without the slightest movement.

Xu Mo could see at a glance that the young soldier had long since lost his life, and his body was already slowly starting to get colder, but the old man still carried him step by step into the distance, he rushed forward to tell the old man that he was dead, but when the old man turned to look at him, he was startled, and the hand that grabbed the old man's shoulder stopped in mid-air so stiffly, what kind of eyes were there.

There were two lines of tears hanging on the old face, and there was no facial expression to prove whether he had cried or not, only the pair of lost eyes and bloodshot pupils told him that he was sad, he was sad, he was not crying anymore, and the two lines of tears that flowed out were just instinctive reactions.

Scenes similar to this one continue to play out in every part of this battlefield, why, God, please, let my son come back.

Xu Mo has long been accustomed to this kind of wail, walking on this battlefield full of corpses, full of people who come to collect the corpses of his son, husband, and brother, this scene after scene of things knocks on his heart little by little, and his already numb heart throbs a little at this moment.

In order to defend their homeland from being invaded, so many good men and people of different races are desperately killed, spilling blood, and after death, they need old fathers and mothers, wives, sons and daughters to collect their corpses.

"Boom"

At this time, a loud noise in the sky stunned everyone, and then, after that loud noise, the sky began to tear, just like a wave higher than once, the originally dim sky began to gradually turn into a bright blood red at this time, a little blood-colored light rain began to pour out of the sky, four streamers disappeared into the sky, as if they were fatally injured, a large amount of blood spilled from the air, and a huge pit was formed as soon as it touched the ground.

A middle-aged figure in a green robe appeared from the sky, falling from the sky to the ground at a high speed, in the process of falling, the body began to turn into a little light and rain towards the direction of the world, suddenly thunderstorm in the sky, the original small raindrops began to fall to the ground like a torrential rain, the thunder power in the sky that tore through the space bombarded the ground, a lightning bolt cut the sky out of countless cracks, the earth began to crack a little bit, the corpses on the battlefield began to fall into the cracks, countless people bowed down and knelt down to the corpses that fell from the sky one by one kowtowed, some even knocked out blood, countless cries, endlessly.

The blood rain cries, the mountains collapse and the ground cracks, and the whole world is shrouded in the blood rain, and all kinds of signs prove it to the world.

The Emperor of People

Deceased.

......

......

The blood rain in the sky continued, but the cracks in the earth were slowly showing signs of healing due to the starlight that the human emperor's body had turned into.

Whether it was the helpless people, or the veterans of a hundred battles who survived the war with the aliens, at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the green-robed corpse that was still turning into light and rain.

Suddenly, the whole world was quiet, there was no noise, no screams from pain, no cries of the world, slowly, the sound of the earth cracking, the sound of blood rain hitting the ground, the roar of thunder piercing the sky, all disappeared one by one.

A loud voice resounded in his heart, as if only he could hear it, and the people around him were still doing what they had to do as before, or sitting in front of the corpse, or bowing their heads and crying, no matter what they were doing, there was no change.

Slowly, the scene he saw in front of him disappeared little by little, countless points of light disappeared from his eyes, the groggy Xu Mo's eyes opened slightly, and the pale yellow world appeared in front of his eyes, like water but without the same moistness as water, and like fog, but without any cover.

A feeling of weakness came over him, and he closed his eyes uncontrollably and slowly fell asleep.

The July season is always accompanied by a full sunshine, the cool breeze is very comfortable on the top of the mountain, and the strong rhizomes of the trees spread all over the ground, thick as the body of a real dragon, and the leaves and branches crisscross and weave into a dome like an umbrella.

The dense umbrella-like foliage could not withstand the sunlight, and wisps of sunlight entered a cave under the shade of the trees on the top of the mountain, and several huge golden eggs were exposed to the sunlight, and the dazzling sunlight pierced through the shells of the golden dome.

"Humph!"

A lazy voice came out, and an unformed baby in the golden dome slowly kicked his feet, two small arms raised and stretched his waist, because his body was not yet complete, his eyes could not be opened, and a thick life qi came to his face.

The baby greedily enjoyed the warm feeling brought by the sun, a little bit of white light gathered towards this golden dome, slowly blended into it, seemed to play a role in moisturizing, the original slow growth period appeared visible to the naked eye, the original young arms did not separate the five fingers, a little bit apart, and even the eyes began to form a little bit, a magical scene if outsiders see it will be amazing.