Dongfang Xiaoshu left the stone hall with his third son in his arms, first walking quickly, and then still feeling that something was wrong, so he ran up. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because Dongfang Xiaoshu's intuition told him that there was a terrifying existence in the stone hall that made people's hearts palpitate and tremble.

Could it be the legendary thousand-year-old demon, but why didn't he come out to eat him, don't monsters eat people?

His thoughts were chaotic, but his steps did not stop.

Running and running, there was a light in front of me, yes, it was light!

Dongfang Xiaoshu hugged the third son, and his body jumped up and wanted to fly into the light, but at this time, the ancestral land began to tremble violently and shake, and then shattered and collapsed, and the boulder poured down like a torrent that burst the embankment, bringing up choking dust.

Thick as strong wine, extremely choking.

The ancestral land shattered and collapsed as it shook and was razed to the ground in an instant, covered in a thick layer of snow.

On Baektu Mountain, there are many visions.

The red and black cyclones spread in the air, the momentum was magnificent, and the thunder and lightning surged in it from time to time, as if falling into a corner of the sky in the world, it was extremely spectacular.

Looking at the red and black swirling clouds on Mt. Paektu from afar, the villagers below the mountain knelt down and prayed, begging the mountain god not to be angry and to pay tribute to the mountain god with the best offerings this year.

Most of the Baektu Mountain was gradually shrouded in red and black cyclone clouds, and suddenly a white light shot out from Baektu Mountain, exuding an invincible aura like a peerless sword, instantly piercing the red and white cyclone clouds, piercing the sky directly, extremely sharp.

Compared with the red and black cyclonic clouds, although the white light is not as powerful as the red and black cyclone clouds, it is extremely domineering and has a strong killing atmosphere.

The white light seemed to want to pierce the sky, jumping straight above the sky, and the sky directly reciprocated tens of thousands of thunderbolts, as well as the thunder that shook people and animals vomiting blood.

The white light was incomparably hard against the countless lightning and thunder that fell from the sky, and the white light gushed out, like the never-tiring god of war, hitting the corner of the sky wave after wave.

The scene was like a battle between gods and demons, shaking the sky and the earth.

When the red and black cyclone passed through the ancestral land, it suddenly slammed down, as if it had found a treasure.

The cyclone madness continues, but there is no red or black.

The whole earth trembled, and the sky, which was thousands of feet high, seemed to be becoming fragile, and just as the people trembled and begged for peace, the white light suddenly disappeared, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Thousands of lightning bolts rushed wildly above the sky, the thunder rolled like a tide, but it lost the direction of the fight, and after a short pause, thousands of lightning bolts fell vertically, blasting towards the wildly expanding cyclone clouds.

The cyclone was like a bubble, and it fell apart with a bang and disappeared.

Like an angry god, Baektu Mountain vented its anger, and its mood finally calmed down, and its majestic figure finally appeared.

All that is left is doubt, and there are the remains of various animals, trees and rocks up and down Baekdu Mountain.

On Baitou Mountain, the moment the white light disappeared, a huge golden crown appeared on the top of the mountain silently, a huge golden robe was still rising without wind, and silently looked at the foggy place on the top of the mountain, the golden crown shook his head and sighed, and disappeared in an instant.

What is surprising is that how tall can be worthy of the huge robe that rises without wind, could the legendary giant really exist?

At the same time, an unmanned sword on the west side of the summit was trying to cut through the fog at the top of the mountain, and when a sigh was heard, the sword paused for a moment and disappeared into the west in an instant.

The Taoist priest in a coarse sermon robe, the rough red-haired man and the bald monk in yellow stood outside the mist in a tacit understanding, although they did not speak, but they all observed cautiously, and no one took a step forward.

When the fog faded, a guy dressed as a farmer with a worn-out hat tied around his neck and a farm pickaxe in his hand slowly walked out of the fog.

The Taoist priest, the big man and the monk glanced at each other, shook their heads, the corners of their mouths were filled with different feelings, and they each disappeared into the quiet air with a hand of their hands.

And the guy who had just come out of the fog and dressed as a farmer opened his mouth, but after all, he didn't make a sound, touched the warm package on his back, smiled helplessly and even a little self-deprecatingly, shrugged his shoulders, and the guy dressed as a farmer disappeared.

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The moon is hidden, and the thick black clouds have no intention of leaving.

The little tree in the east buried deep in the ancestral land did not die, but now he is better than dead.

Black and red rays of light plunged headlong into his body, seemingly unfriendly, rampaging through his body with impunity, bursting veins and shattering bones.

The red light passed, the skin was chapped, and the black light wrapped the chapped skin in an instant, and the chapped skin actually healed in a little bit.

The two streams of light tossed wantonly in the body of the Dongfang tree, repeating themselves between destruction and intactness.

Even if he was unconscious, Dongfang Xiaoshu's mouth was overflowing with blood one by one, for Dongfang Xiaoshu, this was undoubtedly a hell on earth, dozens of times or even more painful than the pain when he was seven years old.

The red light and the black light charged back and forth in Dongfang Xiaoshu's body, desperately fighting for more territory.

Suddenly, a white light rushed in, and the red and black lights lost the city and ground in the blink of an eye, and the sphere of influence was greatly compressed.

For such a result, the white light did not seem to be very satisfied, and suddenly the light burst into flames, pressing down on the black and red lights with a greater advantage.

The black and red light seemed to feel the disparity in power with the white light, and slowly merged together with great reluctance, although the black and red light was not as strong and domineering as the white light, it was also calm and fiery.

For a while, the white light and the black-red light come and go, and the fight is not stopped; But the white light and the black and red light seemed to be afraid, and they didn't dare to let go of their hands and feet, and gradually formed a confrontation.

As a battlefield, the Dongfang Xiaoshu looks extremely strange at this moment, the white light on the upper body surrounds it, and the black and red light on the lower body rises up and down, like a piece of heaven and blessed land, dazzling in the weird.

Dongfang Xiaoshu woke up, more precisely, Dongfang Xiaoshu had woken up a long time ago but had not woken up, in that kind of body that could not move, but his consciousness was always awake, even more sober than usual.

If there are eighteen layers of hell, then the position and physical state of Dongfang Xiaoshu are definitely the nineteenth layer.

What is real torture? What is real pain?

That is, one's body cannot be the master by itself, let it tear and let it be repaired, but oneself cannot speak, cannot speak;

That kind of pain is definitely not heartbreaking, that is too direct;

That kind of injury is definitely not the indulgence and self-abandonment of self-anesthesia in the spiritual world, it is too targeted;

That kind of pain is a knife that splits in half, letting you know that it hurts but you can't die immediately;

The wound is the helplessness of tightening your neck, making you unable to breathe, but never letting you swallow the last breath.

That kind of pain is **** exposed to the murderous axe, soberly accepting the axe's slashing, one at a time, let it take away the flesh, let it be lost and weathered in nature;

That kind of injury is a kind of crying and paralysis of the soul in tens of thousands of times of destruction and reconstruction, because I will always be the soul that has been forcibly demolished and forcibly rebuilt.

Being a human being in two lives has enabled Dongfang Xiaoshu to choose to face bravely in the face of all suffering, or bravely forget, although he is still afraid of death.

Even if you can't say that you are at ease, you will never back down.

In the words of Dongfang Xiaoshu: "Although the shoulders are small, they can definitely hold up their own piece of blue sky." ”

But now he would rather die than live to suffer more pain and torture than the extreme.

The red-black light still firmly occupied the lower body of the Dongfang Xiaoshu, and vaguely the red-black light seemed to be unwilling to confront and entangle with the white light, and the red and black light flickered and wanted to break away from the Dongfang Xiaoshu's body.

And at this moment, the white light suddenly exploded, occupying the body of Dongfang Xiaoshu in an instant, enveloping the black-red light in it, and crushing back and forth with incomparable hatred.

The bones and flesh that had been repaired by the black light were shattered by the impact of the white light in an instant, and blood overflowed.

Dongfang Xiaoshu's body seemed to be put into a long string of firecrackers, and the bones of his whole body shattered into slag with a continuous rattling sound, and his lying body immediately collapsed, like a pool of flesh and blood.

Dongfang Xiaoshu screamed miserably, and finally passed out as he wished.

The red-black light struggled unwillingly, as if the white light had a deep hatred for it, and it would not be strangled, and it would never give up.

The red-black light did not panic or be timid in the face of the crushing of the incomparably white light, but continued to compress back and forth according to its inherent speed, slowly turning into a dot, firmly dormant in the belly of the small tree in the east.

The white light also seemed to know that in a hurry, it could not turn the red and black light into two, so it was divided into two after swimming around the body of the Dongfang Xiaoshu a few times, a small part entered the brain of the Dongfang Xiaoshu, and a large part entered the abdomen of the Dongfang Xiaoshu, which turned into a dot-like red and black light cloud completely enveloped.

The reason why White Light chose his brain was because he felt that Dongfang Xiaoshu's brain seemed to have some coveted breath in his head, an aura that matched the secrets of his clan.

With curiosity, the white light crossed a desolate sandy hill and entered a world of infinite life, like a fairyland.

A great star stretched horizontally, exuding an ancient, distant atmosphere, which at a glance knew that it had existed for countless years, and the white light was moving, greedily wanting to take it for itself, but it did not move;

Next to the big star was a sea of fire, the red flames were only the outer edge of the sea of fire, and in the center of the sea of fire, a cluster of light blue flames was flickering and flickering, as if it was extremely weak.

The white light flickered brightly, and no longer hesitated, and in an instant it crossed the big star and went straight to the sea of fire.

A ray of light appeared out of thin air, like a light that destroyed the world, and slashed through the sky, and the white light was cut in half in the blink of an eye.

The white light that dragged the remaining half of the body faded in mourning, and retreated from the fairyland in fear.

The little girl sleeping on the grass frowned, as if she was about to wake up, and her little hand wanted to be raised, but it never did, and she continued to sleep.