Chapter 147: Death is on the Horizon
The phoenix flew higher and higher, and the white space also collapsed at this moment, one by one like broken glass, and when it fell to the ground, there was a sound of shattering, and white shards splashed everywhere. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Outside, it was dark, and the abyss could not be seen, and when you looked up, you could only see the moon on the top of the mountain in the distance, but the moon's light was so weak that it only illuminated the nearest few trees below it.
And in this darkness, the only light source is the flaming feather on the wings of the phoenix, the fiery red color is more vivid in the dark, and the beauty and nobility that cannot be hidden.
It sang quietly, to a cheerful tune, but with a sense of desolation, perhaps because the space was so dark that all hope would turn to despair here.
Long Huanshan shook her head, her red eyes drooped, revealing a little helplessness and said, "Sister, I think the nightmare is coming......"
"Huh?" Wang Xiangyu looked at Long Huanshan with some doubts, nightmare? What other nightmare? That dreamweaver is dead, what nightmares are there?
"Woo-" "Whoa-" "Roar-" ......
Suddenly, the beast groaned from all directions, and there was a faint vibration on the ground, and there was no need to think about it, and then there was a picture of ten thousand beasts rushing to attack.
Long Huanshan sighed and said, "Alas, I knew it would come." ”
When he saw such a picture again, Long Huanshan believed that these things were indeed real, and Song Yat-sen's previous words were also true.
These ferocious ancient beasts, I'm afraid that each of them has the power to kill them in an instant, and in front of them, there is also a god who is showing off his might, there is nothing more unlucky.
"Oops!" Wang Xiangyu's body suddenly tensed, and his hands overflowed with a rich white aura, ready to fight at any time.
She looked around vigilantly: "The remnants of this group of beasts should be to protect the unicorn eggs, and you can know where the unicorn eggs are by looking at their direction in a while, and the firebird should also want the unicorn eggs." That Song Yat-sen didn't know whether he was dead or not, and he didn't know if the bird was Song Yat-sen or the reincarnated person. ”
Long Huanshan spread his hands and said, "It's rare that Benlong has returned to his original state, and he died before he had time to be coquettish." ”
Wang Xiangyu was a little speechless and said, "Why don't you look panicked at all?" This is the reincarnation of God, and even if he has just awakened and is very weak, it is not something that ants like us can resist. ”
Long Huanshan shrugged her shoulders, sat down directly, stroked her lower Rong ring, and a large number of colorful fairy grass appeared in front of her out of thin air, she shook her fist with satisfaction, and after making a gesture of victory, she grabbed a handful and stuffed it into her mouth, one after another, and finally said vaguely: "Before you die, let Benlong eat and drink first." ”
When Wang Xiangyu heard this, his mouth opened, but then he rolled his eyes again, this girl is really heartless......
She sighed, thinking of the girl who claimed to be Long Huanshan's sealed memory and power before, and she talked about the person who sealed her, obliterated her soul and wanted to kill her.
But she apparently wasn't dead. If what she said was true, then Shan'er was really not simple.
In her last life, she saw a description of reincarnation in the history books, a simple sentence: all things are animist, conform to reincarnation, cycle alternately, endless, and eternal.
At that time, she just skimmed by, and it was not until later, when she entered the cycle of reincarnation with her memory, that she remembered this sentence and believed it deeply.
Transmigration......
Soul......
She looked at Long Huanshan, who was stuffing the fairy grass into her mouth one after another, and swallowed it directly without chewing, that immature face was only nine hundred years old.
Nine hundred years old......
The picture of 900 years ago invaded her mind little by little like flowing water, she had just given birth to Long Huanshan......