There is a fish in the northern underworld, and its name is Kun. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; Flying in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea will migrate to the south. The Southern Hades, the Heavenly Pond also.

At the end of the world, there are huge waves. The gods of ancient mythology, angry and angry, turned into a huge wave, obscuring the clouds and the sun, and the huge and secluded island stood as tenacious as a rock.

Like a true warrior, let the roaring hurricane sweep through the monstrous waves, led by the ancient gods. Tenacious towering at the end of the endless sky.

Looking down at the little squirrel running in fear under his feet, a jade-horned tiger fled to the distant forest under the leadership of the leader, far away from the will of heaven and earth, away from the center of this whirlwind.

A slightly bloated jade-horned tiger that seemed to have gained weight all over his body turned his head and silently stared at the cute and eccentric red light in the distance. It stared at it as if it was thinking about something, but the call from the leader forced it to leave. Because life is more important than anything else, maybe this time, we will never see each other in eternity.

Looking at the man who used his body to silently guard the red light, although the weak body did not play a big role, the monstrous waves passed through the dense forest. A roaring hurricane swept up a hundred-meter-tall giant tree.

recalled the weak figure last night, carefully and gently used the warm wild bird eggs, carefully and carefully like the big brother next door, and recalled the figure just now who did not forget to protect the red light despite adversity.

Lingyun looked up at Yipeng, an ancient god who had been shaking for 90,000 miles and covering the sky and the sun. Wan Er smiled, looked at Xiao Yuanyuan trembling under his feet, and felt an inexplicable burst of love and pity in his heart.

"I, is it right or wrong to do this?" Looking at this scenery as if the end of the world was coming, watching the unicorn that has long since disappeared from the original sacred, it is still instinctively driven to be no different from ordinary mortal things.

At this moment, Lingyun knew her current mission, and she knew what was most important to her.

Riding the wind, stepping on a wisp of colorful clouds, and standing beside Peng, his eyes were relatively silent. Just like that, looking at the sky in the distance seemed to be torn apart, and a silent and desolate aura came from the distant sky.

A god from ancient mythology rode the wind and waves, following the white light of Peng and the clouds that covered the sun. The originally clear sky suddenly darkened because of the gathering of gods, and on the sea, on the island, the sky was filled with a solemn breath.

The boundless army of ancient gods and goddesses is looking towards the sky in the distance, the end of the day, the ruins of the sea.

Suddenly turning around, the red light had already been carried by the weak body on the bloated jade-horned tiger, and fled into the distance like a desperate escape, until he escaped to a relatively safe place.

The unicorns gathered in the safe area, facing everything in front of them. On the periphery, a strong, tall tiger waited on the periphery of the herd. In the distant forest, a bloated figure appeared in front of the beasts with a ray of red light, and the weak figure next to the bloated figure seemed to be tall at this moment.

The sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs of the island was heard, and the ancient gods were ready to march towards the ruins of the sea at the end of the sky.

"Ahem." Gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth carefully and seriously, and glanced at Xiao Yuanyuan, who was surrounded by layers in the depths of the herd, Lingyun smiled, like a spring breeze, welcoming Xiao Yuanyuan from the cold winter to the soft and soft spring.

"Sister." Looking at the small but tall figure in the sky, Xiao Yuanyuan smiled happily and slowly fell asleep in Qi Yu's arms, with a joyful smile on the corner of his mouth. "Sleep, sleep." Looking at the figure in his arms, and then at the end of the sky, Qi Yu really felt that he was so weak and useless at this moment.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold. Ling Yun raised his head and looked at the end of the sky, the depths of the torn sky were like an endless abyss, and the aura of barbarism and desolation was getting stronger and stronger. At this moment, the thin figure was like a lighthouse in the dark night, leading the boundless black oppressive god to the end of the sky.

The Peng, who covered the sky and the sun, rolled up the stars of the nine heavens with a fan of wings, and the stars fell from the empty sky mixed with the monstrous divine fire, burning everything until they fell into the end of the evil and returned to the ruins.

The sky seemed to be burning, the mythical bird sang a tragic ballad, and the dragon soared into the air, dancing a magnificent and sad epic masterpiece. The monstrous beast slowly lost its vitality, the blood of the gods was burning, the gods were crying, the sky suddenly turned blood red, and the gods fell, but the army behind them seemed to have nothing happened, and followed Peng's footsteps to kill in the cracks.

The blood-red divine blood slowly lost its escalation, burning the end of the sky into a sea of fire. Dragging only the body with only stump wings left, the blood of the god kept burning, and he glanced at the lighthouse in front of him.

Peng knew that he couldn't fall yet, and he still had to move forward. With a roar, the sky seemed to be shattered, and in the cracks, the turbulence of space was like a sharp blade that had completely destroyed Peng's huge body.

In the depths of space, a huge seal seemed to come alive, and ancient characters were in the depths of space, and the end of time and space kept beating.

"Sealed." Looking at the huge seal in front of him, the long river of history appeared in front of Lingyun and Peng.

"Thank you." Turning around, he looked apologetically at Peng, who only had half of his body left. The blood of the gods was burning, but there was not the slightest change in the corners of his eyes. As if nothing had happened. Look at the burning figure in the depths of the tunnel, the figure that moves forward as if it doesn't know fear.

A tear, a crystal tear rises with the wind and falls into the long river of history.

"Battle... Battle..."A low and loud voice came out of Peng's mouth, and at this moment, Peng pounced on the seal in the depths of history like a moth to a fire, and his body slowly turned into nothingness in the long river of history.

But the monstrous blood of the gods has built a long bridge of life on the long river of history to the other side.

Looking at the huge seal in front of him, he glanced back at the divine bridge that was about to dissipate but was still burning. Ling Yun wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, turned around and crossed the long river of history, crossed the blockade of time and space to the center of the beast herd.

Looking at the warm scene in front of me, I shed tears of relief.

"Help me take care of Madoka." Looking at Qi Yu, who was surprised and about to speak, Ling Yun shook his head silently, turned around and pounced on the seal of history.