Nightmare fangs pierce blood and embroider hearts, and burning feathers step on the starry sky.

The cloud map pillar floats the last song, and the pregnant moth and insect roar to rob the mystery light.

The thousand leaves are quiet and the night is unknown, the Xuanhuang turbid waves and the rivers and seas are not clear, the sun and the moon change the world, and the world is not stopped, and the heaven and earth are fixed and the gods preach.

In the dream, there is a warm old warm love, but the thunder and cracks are loud, and the clouds and dragons and tigers roar, and the young heart is not guilty, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry,......。 ”

The voice that is gradually lost in the ears, the back that is getting farther and farther away in the heart, this is the chapter that predicts the troubled times has begun, and it is also the wordless myth of the end of the oath.

Myths are still myths, legends are still flowing, but the people in the stories are replaced by others.

The empty eyes smile and sigh in the sky, the rootless water passes coldly, the sorrow invades the dream reincarnation, the dream world in the present world folds, and it is impossible to distinguish the blurred light, nor can you see the stars of the dawn.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

"Ah......h

At the top of Beichen in the Prison Dragon Mountain Range, it is rumored that this wilderness is the place where the Heavenly Canglong is imprisoned, and in this vast group of peaks, a person stands proudly as usual, waiting for the morning light to be extinguished.

The peak standing is a silent person, the center of heaven and earth is the heart of the world, silent, silent, the cold moon frost laceration is still as usual, and the eyes are as usual as usual.

The sky is silent, the people are silent, the wind sets off thousands of storms, the ground is not buried, the heart is not buried, and the clouds are flooded through the three rays of light.

The wind comes fast, the clouds go fast, the day is unpredictable, and the heart is cold as usual.

Is it just getting used to the past, or is it accepting the present?

The cycle of time is entwined as in the past, and the snow is flying one after another, and the quicksand between the winds is as mysterious as sitting on the mountain as in the past.

The tight strings can't play the lost movement, and the closed lips and teeth can't sing the paradise of dreams.

The peak of the mountain, the top of the peak, the closest place to the heavens in the world, is difficult for ordinary people to climb here, let alone enjoy this magnificent scenery.

The men of the Great Wilderness never believed in the heavens or worshiped God in their lives, and the countless fights in the wilderness and the countless poisons in the jungle forged their unyielding bodies, and their eyes honed their immortal bones.

It is said that this is the place where the heavens are connected, and where the gods are closest to the heavens, where there is a great chance of success in making a wish, where the heavens will be grateful for the good thoughts of mortals, and thus bring boundless good fortune.

Looking at the endless pillars of the sky through the clouds and breaking the dawn, there are thousands of ravines under the feet, deep into the vast field dome, raising countless panicked lives.

The sun rises out of the mountains and competes for the world, the darkness disappears the earth, all things fight for life and noise, all the spirits move with luck, and the bright and golden light ignites the glory of the world.

Under the shining and falling divine light, at a glance, the sky is full of white heavenly dream flowers, which are the glow of the spiritual rhinoceros, and also the sacred flower of fate, which is the blessing given by the gods to the human world, and it is also the faith of all wishes.

When is fate sinning, and when is doom?

Whether it is the confusion of memory, or the sinking of desire, if the dream does not go, the "god" will live like a ghost forever.

With a little tears falling, everything in the past is frozen, whether it is reincarnation or eternal life, whether it is planning or teasing.

Disorderly.

Buff.

Crime.

Providence sounds, and the earth awakens.

The light faded to pitch black, the clouds fluttered for thousands of miles, everything in the world was no longer calm, the beasts of Cangxi roared the mountains and forests, shaking the living, roaring the quiet, everything was full of vitality and blood.

This is the wild dance of generations, and it is also a corner of the barren world, the dust trembles, and the leaves move and fall.

There are 10,000 mountains, and there are 10,000 ambitions.

In the vast wilderness, during which the wild beasts are rampant and dominate the blood, the madness is fearless, the legends of the ancient immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons are spread, and all kinds of ancient ruins are buried and sealed in the dust.

Wild, unable to fight endlessly, the sky, ruthless and domineering, blood stained the sky, and bones were thrown away in the mountains and rivers.

In the world in front of you, the soft light is full of everything, the light that you can't touch with your hands, the flowers that you can't hold in time, and the flowers that bloom and fail gradually wither and turn into dust.

The wind blew softly, extinguishing the last bit of open fire in my heart.

Knowing that it was a dream that was unapproachable, he couldn't help but move forward, step by step towards the abyss, until his back disappeared and he couldn't be found in the world.

The scorched earth, the lifeless dead wood, the occasional bright red and dazzling, and the remaining faint cooking smoke, mixed with the inexplicable fragrance, made people unconsciously speed up their pace.

The wilderness, the great war of the past, I don't know how many eras have been left, at least the beacon fire has not subsided.

This is a place where the human race lives, surrounded by ancient giant trees, showing their ageless rings and brilliant vitality.

The divine light you see now fills the fairy clouds, and every place in the wilderness spirit is like a fairyland, and it may turn into hell the next moment before you know it.

Enter the light curtain, a safe area for human life, calm and busy, laughing and sorrowful, isolated from the world and getting along with nature.

"Boom ......"

Suddenly, there was a wild noise, a startling morning.

Two huge dark clouds collided in the sky, black obscuring the sky and the earth at the same time, leaving only a little point of light in his eyes.

It was darker.

"Roaring ......"

The Overlord of the Firmament roared, and the fierce beast roared.

The voice from the sky, ferocious and really penetrating, makes people's eyes tighten suddenly, the sky and the earth are split, and the destruction of mountains and rivers is never a myth and legend.

There was no light in the day, and the earth was covered by the huge figures of two wild beasts, which frightened the mountains and forests, and also shook the wilderness.

Dapeng spreads its wings to cover the sky and the sun, the wild beast roars and fights through the sky, and the two sides come and go ignoring the vast earth, pushing mountains and peaks all the way.

The roar broke through the sky and shook the ground, the wind and thunderclouds moved between the wings of the fierce bird, and the blood and rain fluttered between the brutal wild gallops.

The two blood moons in the high sky looked down, and the majestic figure of the sky with monstrous divine power continued to resound the wind and thunder.

The fierce beast blade of Fu Yuan cut through the wild sand, how could the ferocity of the arrogant wilderness refuse to accept defeat, and the brutal blood was boiling.

Fortunately, there is a mysterious formation here to protect it, isolating everything and blocking everything, otherwise it would have been wiped out long ago.

......

Eventually, the battle ended, and the wilderness returned to peace.

The big beast that heard the news afterwards made the land go crazy again, and the figure as high as a mountain and the body as often as a river made people daunting.

The majesty is unpredictable, ferocious and bloody, the world is calm, and the world seems to be caught in a cycle of death, and there is no sound in both ears.

I can't believe that there is such a behemoth in the world, such a weak human race, can survive for so long, it is really incredible, how huge and small the two are.

All the beasts in the wilderness and all the gods in the sky are all existences that people look up to, just like the sun in the sky, which is always intimidating and awe-inspiring.

Here, people are only true when they are alive, everything in the past is like smoke and clouds, everything is only for the pursuit of tomorrow, and everything is only for the future generations to fight.

Heaven and earth give life, and at the same time can take life, if you want to become strong, you must keep searching, and secrets will come at the same time.

The law of survival of the strong is reincarnation, and the battle is endless.

Chung Lung Burial Road /book/75588/