Ah Lang and Qi'er were shocked to look at the scene in front of them......

When some species saw Ah Lang and Qi'er, they actually launched an attack on the two of them, leading the two Earth Mother, and casually snorted coldly, and those species were instantly torn apart and shattered, and with the violent wind in the universe, they turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, an ugly monster as high as a thousand feet and a hundred feet wide stopped in front of the Earth Mother, Ah Lang, and Qi'er.

The monster was as red as blood, like skinned flesh, two giant eyes burst out of a haze of black light, a crimson horn stretched out in the middle of the head, and three sharp claws on each of the two forearms, waving in front of it, the monster roared and roared wildly, and the bloody mouth was intermittent and salivating......

The illusory figure of Mother Earth, with Ah Lang and Qi'er, never stopped all the way, and it looked like she was about to bump into the monster......

"Evil beast daring?" said the Earth Mother softly.

Before the words fell, a huge transparent hole burst out in the monster's chest, and the Earth Mother, Ah Lang and Qi'er immediately crossed over. Then, the monster's terrible howl rang out, and the body standing in the sky shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye, crumbling and dissipating into the Universal Void......

Ah Lang and Qi'er looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, and secretly said in their hearts at the same time: Is this the cultivation of the top sequence of the sixth-level species? If Mother Earth makes a move, what kind of scene will it be? People are just wisps of remnant souls now, and they are so dominating the world, so if they are at their peak, what kind of cultivation should they be? I dare not imagine, and I can't imagine it!

Ah Lang and Qi'er glanced at each other, saw the shock in each other's eyes, shook their heads at the same time, and then looked ahead, looking at all kinds of bizarre and unbelievable scenes......

Countless strange species, it seems to be fighting for something, the sky is dark, hundreds of large and small star fields around it, are collapsed and annihilated, some innocent creatures in the star field, desperate and helpless looking at this scene, but there is no way, can only desperately cry, scolding, in endless fear, follow their homeland, turn into dust in the universe void, ashes, no longer exist, disappear forever......

Ah Lang looked at the various scenes in front of him with a calm face, but his heart fluctuated, and he was full of emotion: some of these surrounding star fields may have been piggybacked by innocent people, but there is no way to do it. Just like two men from the secular world fighting, destroying the surrounding flowers and trees, and ant burrows, they will not have the slightest pain and pity. Because in their eyes, these things are dispensable, inconsequential, and not worth mentioning. Strength, in the final analysis, must have absolute strength in order to protect and wait for one's homeland from being invaded, humiliated, or even destroyed.

After a long time, Ah Lang and Qi'er felt that the scene in front of them had changed, and they returned to the bottom of Chakula Lake.

"This palace takes the two of you, in the same time, to travel through the scenes of various species in the universe for hundreds of millions of miles. Fighting, fighting, and killing occur in all species, and it is an extremely common fact of existence, which is normal and understandable. Everyone wants good things, and when they have good things in their hands, they want to get them when they see that the other party has something better than their own, so there will be all kinds of strife and chaos. Bengong and Fujun stood at the top of the sixth-level species back then, so that some young people, although they coveted it, did not dare to touch the homeland of our human race without authorization. There were some unknown species that quietly attacked the place where our human race lived, and after this palace knew about it, it directly turned the range of hundreds of millions of miles in the star field where it was located into a vacuum, and it is still a barren land to this day. though

It's cruel, but it has to be done. This move shocked all the species in the universe, and since then, no species has dared to provoke and invade the star field of our human race, whether it is sincere or hypocritical, all species are respectful to our human race, kind in face and heart, and courteous. This is strength, the benefit of extreme dominating strength. Although I don't insult others, I must have the top strength to protect myself. You two must remember one sentence: If you are not of my race, your heart will be different, and you will be annihilated!" said Mother Earth softly.

Ah Lang and Qi'er hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed again and again, and promised in their mouths.

"Okay, you two should leave, this palace is tired, you have to rest for a while. Earth Mother said slowly.

"Lord Earth Mother, what else can the kid do for you, please just speak, the kid will definitely go to the soup and die!" Ah Lang bowed and said.

"No need, this palace only needs to recuperate now, and the recovery of the soul will take a long time. Although the main palace is now a wisp of remnant souls, except for the five sixth-level species top sequences, the rest of the rest are not in the eyes of the main palace. You two can go with confidence. Mother Earth whispered.

Ah Lang lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then in the closest place to the hazy palace, he instantly excavated a circular pit that was hundreds of zhang deep and several zhang in diameter. Fill it with the essence of the heavenly marrow. He also put tens of thousands of jars of heavenly marrow wine beside the round pit.

"Male doll, thank you, treat Qi'er well. Earth Mother said softly.

Ah Lang and Qi'er immediately fell to their knees again and did not get up for a long time.

"Mother, I can't bear to leave you alone, here alone, or my daughter will stay and accompany you!" Qi'er looked at the temple in the distance, and said with tears rippling in her eyes.

"Silly boy, you have your own business to deal with. Mother doesn't need you to accompany me, we will meet again in the future. Besides, if you have an emergency, as long as you think about your mother, your mother will appear next to you, okay, Qi'er, you and the boy doll can go!"

"Lord Earth Mother, boy, let's read some more verses for you!" Ah Lang bowed to the illusory temple in the distance.

"Okay, good, good! Male doll, you can recite it for this palace!" the earth mother revealed great joy in her tone.

Ah Lang stood up, looked at the illusion and reality temple in the distance, and said softly......

The west wind brings new dew overnight, and the moon is slanting and the bamboo shadow is deep. Several geese break the flat sand, the frost and cold piano sound is endless, and the red candle is leaking and wants to break the soul. Counting the lovesickness has no plan, and several times the eyebrows are cold. The jade paper is delicate, a red plum horizontal curtain is low, and the fragrance is messy and there are traces of crying. Leaning on the window and looking at the railing, the lonely Qiongshu hates. People are sleepless, tears tear apart two lines of ice. A song of old grievances and new sorrows, I don't know the depth of the clouds in my dreams. Gracefully blowing the sleeve wind, the red fragrance is dark, and the ancient moon shines on the present people. Sorrow and light, the end of the world is separated.

The wind and dew stand at night, the mirror flowers are not red, the water and the moon surround the green vines, and the song Luoyang City is gone. The night is clear, the dots are lovesick tears, the pipa is broken, the strings are cold and soundless, and the piano is cold. How to hollow the curtain, only the fragrance of begonias is stronger. How can the delicate face endure the flowers gradually leaving, but the heartbroken human affection is still flourishing. can put his mind on the red note, and the sound of the green steps is cold. Who cares, just meet in a dream, the moon is hazy, Xiao Xiao and the wind.

The night is lonely, shaking the red candle, and the pillow moon is deeper and the dream is gone. Every little bit is lovesickness, who is willing to care. Shake the pen and drop the ink heart song, and laugh at the Yiren singing and dancing. Singing in a low voice, who is lonely and lonely. Begonias are red all over the green railing, and the thoughts of each other are not only morning and twilight. The dream of the Red Chamber is easy to disperse, and the infatuation is always negative. Speechless to complain about the suffering, it is already a different way for a light boat to go to the cape. The end of the world is strange, how to endure the inscription, a spring breeze and ten thousand recovers.

The sky is rainy at night, and the fireworks are delicate in the distance. After a night of wind and rain, how can I think of different things. I don't want to sleep on the pillow, Luo is cold, and I am even more broken

Thoughts. Gently shake the vermilion yarn and linger, Xiaolu is stained, how can it be pretty. For the pouring light and shadow, looking forward to the moon and the breeze is high, and the dream is free. Tiangong blindly smiled, Moshu was arrogant, and he only exhausted the hot and cold books, which cares about the lovesickness. The dream is still awake, and the red face is easy to haggard.

The ink rain flies flowers, and Danqing brushes the blue boat down the water. People are far away from people, and Changting hates to say goodbye. Touched by the passing years, loneliness is always after lovesickness. only complains that the flowers are idle in front of the court, and it is difficult to enter the picture scroll again. The empty fragrance is only colored, and the peach blossoms are not thin. After dusk, leaning on the river tower alone. Pick up the wisps of the sunset and spread the brocade clothes, and reminisce about the old tour by the railing. There is no shortage of ancient worries today, how did the ancients know the worries of today, and they only let the sky flow.

The jade is graceful and graceful, the roller blinds are thinner than the yellow flowers, and the wine is sorrowful. Must shake the cold Xu Dai eyebrows, love is lonely, and the beauty plays a song to say goodbye. Dip in light ink to send rulers, long sentences and phrases are not inclined. The clouds and smoke are eternal, and the shadow is clear tonight. People walk in the bleak old Fanyu, and the three more are frightened and tearful. Thousands of miles away, the heart is like a floating leaf. Gently lifting the curtain, who said that the lonely slanted window was empty. Half a lonely lamp is messing with flowers, and silk dew invades the wind. A curtain of light moon listening to the sound of the warbler, how can you be calm.

A curtain of red rain and twilight wind, the light boat has sent Dongjun. The dust does not complain that the three springs are short, and the window is fragrant and cold. Ziyan woke up from a dream when she returned, lingering in love with the old love. Gather and scatter melancholy, and the stratus clouds are rolling up and frightening dreams. I hope that this love can not be endured, and a thousand voices of grievances are in the orchestra. Mo Yan Lane is a stranger walking far away, and the silent building seems to be empty. The clouds and rivers are all endowed with each other, and everyone sends away the wind. The scene is a poem poured pen and ink, and the moonlight in front of the corridor is melted for whom. Where the red dust leaves people drunk, it is even deeper and more meaningful.

Zimo flowers are thousands of miles, and the west wind is red and scarce overnight. The cold eyes condensed the clouds and sideburns, cried, and listened to the swallow tenderly. Speechless and choked, the sunset Changting Ancient Road West. Looking at the small building alone, chanting the jade flute, Yiyi, the raccoon girl is filthy and shadowy.

The fine flute is long, who makes the curve, and the plantain outside the window is wet and rainy. The red sleeves are open, the strings are stroked, and the pipa is soft. The sky is unintentional, the pear blossom rains, and the light smoke on Mo disperses. Flowers are all over the ground, birds are crying, and the wind is flat and the trees are low.

Who knows the dyeing rhyme, the goose in the cold ink wind. When the flowers are fragrant, they return their wishes. The intention of selling wine is absolutely uncontrollable, and the begonia garden is deeply locked. The clouds are quiet and chanting autumn poems, and the wind wakes up and blows the books in chaos.

The dream of the covered bridge is gone, where is the cold river and the moon. Looking at the road, the wind is cold and the flowers are grateful. Ask Junping to hate and be haggard, just waiting for spring to write. Yinglu is full of early dawn, and thoughts are as chaotic as snow.

A smile is alluring, and a hundred charms are beautiful. The purple clouds are weak willows, and they are not full of sorrow. Hate dreams are rare again, how to fall in love with Xilou. A cold flute, cherishing spring is still late.

The incense is cold and the curtain is low, and he is still timid and melancholy awake. Counting the sorrows and grievances, the curtain shook red. The oblique shadow paints the west of the building, and the lonely green steps are empty. Gui Qian is too anxious, who understands Fengyue.

The shadows of the trees are hidden, and the pavilions cover the lotus. The wind eats and drinks through the heart, and the purple swallow wears the flying willow and cuts the clouds. Yi Leng is red-faced, and the transverse flute is idle. Hantan Hong passed a little cloud roll, and the long pavilion pillow moon tears rippled.

The eyebrows of the wild goose fall in the deep courtyard, and the phantom ripples. Alone to the sky, the words are frightened, and the winding paths are old and dusty. Saihong left the sarong moon, and the clouds were wide and wild. The flower is thin and slender, and the door is heavy for a long time, and the front edge of the jade pen words.

Xiaoxiang is pink and rouge, and her heart is like a lotus. Su Yu fluttered, and the chaos flew over the hosta. Thinking about Haoyu and tired of kites, Mo Daoqi fate. The zither is played flat, and the pride is added night after night.

The water pavilion on the floor is dyed with bead curtains, and the curtains are dry, and who is safe. Carved beams and painted buildings, peach and plum write Chunyan. Walking Xu Xing's heart is dark, the Zheng is tired, and Mu Liunian. The flat sand bank is weak and the water is 3,000, crossing the clouds and smoke, and the cold fiber string. Qingchi people are drunk, and they sing rhyme and ripple. Lan Yin is looking for thousands of shadows, sending them from afar, and causing sorrow.

Look at the clouds all over the world, and the carmine is cold. Go to, pity each other at dusk, Tonight is warm and drunk Jinluan.

The end of the world is far away, the jade flute is cold, the Sujin is sleepless, and the red fragrance and begonia are beautiful. Cherish the remnants of flowers, the solitary column, the shadow of the combing bronze mirror, the clear water and the Meibian.