On the northern border of Huaxia Kingdom, you can see a huge mountain range in the distance, surrounded by dozens of towering snow-capped mountains, each snow-capped mountain is thousands of feet high, extending continuously with each other, looking up, like a vast sea of white clouds. The snow-capped mountain ground is lined with ice cliffs, and the rift valley is horizontal, except for the occasional white-haired cold wind, there is no sign of life at all.

And in the center of this "snow mountain and sea of clouds", there are eight snow peaks of different heights, surrounded by an irregular circle, and above the center of the circle, there is a black cloud covering the sky, and the black cloud should be ice in contrast, but there, it is a huge magma lake.

Between the foot of the mountain and the magma lake, it is surrounded by a narrow layer of earth and rock less than two meters thick. The air in the magma lake was deformed and distorted by the high temperature, and it was impossible to see how big the entire magma lake was, but these high temperatures and hot gases could not even melt, and the ice and snow that were close at hand around it were like being blocked by something, like a fierce beast, shackled by the masses, rushing left and right, but unable to get out of the cage.

Below was a world of red flames, crimson magma rolling along with the flames, roaring into the air, and then falling weakly, turning a dark red and producing billowing smoke. The smoke curled up, gathered in the sky, spread out and did not disperse, and after an unknown number of years, the smoke had condensed into a jet-black substance, and it would not fall yet.

The smoke gathers, and the appearance looks like a cloud, but the inside is actually flat, very flat, a mirror-like plane. And on this plane, there is a majestic cloud hall ten miles long, two-thirds of the cloud hall is white, one-third is black, the whole body is tall and thick.

The spacious hall of the Cloud Hall was empty, and the voice was silent. Only under the top of the central vault sat a man, with pale pale skin, pale yellow wavy hair, a narrow and high nose, sunken eye sockets, and blue pupils. Even if the man was sitting on the ground, he could tell that he was strong and tall. Shirtless, the muscles bulged, and it was as strong as a patchwork of rocks. He pressed his palms against the ground, emitting bursts of white light ripples, and these light patterns spread out in all directions, reaching the entire Cloud Palace.

"Tell me, great god, how long will it take?" said the man, who had only a piece of animal skin around his crotch, shouted loudly, and said the strange rhyme of the "divine language".

In the depths of the Cloud Palace, as if coming from the surroundings, a magnificent voice sounded, this voice was cold and serious, without a trace of emotion.

"The cloud hall is white, it is when you go down the mountain, the black clouds are all dispersed, and it is the day when you become a god. After saying that, there was no more sound.

"Ah......h Beneath the rumbling muscles on his body, the blue blood veins spurted, like a python swimming, undulating. And the white light around his body was sheng, and the white outside the cloud hall had the tendency to intensify and spread. But the eight snow peaks below, the top of the mountain spit out a stream of lightning and thunder, silver light like practice, domineering, slashing towards the black clouds, making the black of the cloud hall in turn to cover the spreading white. At the same time, the magma lake below was surging even more violently, and even formed a series of magma fire dragons, which were surging violently and were about to burst open.

"Ah......h

"Ah......h

This cry continued for seven years. Outside the palace, a grizzly bear the size of a truck lifted its huge beast head, glanced at it, and then leaned back to sleep.

In the east outside of China, there is an island, and there is a snow-capped mountain peak on the island that is more than half a waist, and there is a platform at a thousand feet, and there is a wooden house on the platform, and there are four cherry blossom trees in front of the wooden house, and the cherry blossoms on the trees are splendid, and they are undefeated for many years.

There were two people in the wooden house, one of them was the woman in the cloak named Yin Hime, and across from him was a middle-aged man in a dark blue samurai suit with a faint chrysanthemum pattern on it. The man's face was cold and gloomy, with a high pointed nose, straight eyebrows, a pursed mouth, and closed eyes. Strangely, his left hand was dry and thin, but his right hand was as warm as jade. He sat cross-legged on his knees, and lay a scimitar as bright as autumn water, with four strange characters inscribed on the hilt, of which one could only guess that the first was "cloth", the third was "royal", and the other two were more like strange symbols.

"When will the light of God come?" the cold-faced man suddenly asked, his voice hoarse and low.

"It's coming. The woman in the cloak opened her eyes slightly, glanced at them, said two words, and closed them again.

The cold-faced man stretched out his thin left hand and placed it on the hilt of the scimitar in front of him. I couldn't see if he made a move, there were afterimages like ripples, and there seemed to be a flash of cold light, and there was not a trace of fluctuation in the wooden house, but the snow around the wooden house melted like a scorching sun in an instant. And the four cherry blossom trees in front of the door, the cherry blossoms on the trees fell one by one, and soon only dead branches remained, and then, buds appeared, and then bloomed, the wind fluttered in the air, and the fragrance was the same.

Farther to the west, huge arc-shaped mountain ranges spanning more than a dozen countries, with the main peaks towering into the sky and covered in glaciers. On the top of the mountain, the foehn wind rolls like a dragon, the avalanche is like a pouring wave, and then all the way down, the horn peaks are sharp, the mountains and rocks are craggy, and the ice erosion cliffs, ice erosion lakes, ice cirques, and hanging valleys can be seen everywhere, and the heart of the hope is cold.

Halfway up the mountain, patches of verdant lawns and dark green dense forests begin to appear, scattering wisps of sunlight everywhere. The clear and transparent mountain water pools and forms a milky white rolling river at the bottom of the mountain, the sparkling lake is covered with a gentle mist, and the air is as clear as mint that drifts with the wind. Like a dream immersion, it is beautiful.

At the top of the peak, on a rock protruding like a wolf's teeth, stood a tall woman in golden armor, holding a spear in her right hand, a shield pinned to her left hand, wearing an openwork Sacred Heart headdress on her forehead, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind, her nose like a knife, and her face was cold. Her eyes were transparent, and only when she looked down at the light of the mountains and lakes reflected in them did she have color and light.

In the depths of the Yanjing Imperial Palace, there is a jade seal, its color is yellow, four inches in a square circle, five dragons are intertwined, and the surrounding is engraved with small seal inscriptions, and suddenly the golden light rises sharply, stretching to 30,000 feet in the air, and then it is like a round pot upside down, and then covers the entire Shenzhou.

Under the ziggurat tomb, mummies soaked in dark green liquid, covered with bandages like thousands of poisonous snakes, stretched out from the coffin, and suddenly spread all over the tower.

In the temple of the Van Palace, there is a black and thin monk, looking up, his eyes seem to be able to penetrate the top of the palace and look directly at the sky.

Shu Mountain, Tianhu, canyon, secret land, the figure of the pride of the sky appeared, or the sword around the body, or the mouth with beads, or the gourd on the head, or leaning on the stone tablet.

The earth awakens, and the sky will open its eyes.

And Ling Lang didn't know anything about this, he stared closely at the nine-zhang long "small" water dragon in front of him. This water dragon is black all over, twisted and moving, there is the sound of turbulent waves, there is water vapor steaming, and the coolness is blowing on the face.

The seal was loosened, and the white army soul was helped, and after six hundred years of suppression, it had to get out of trouble, that kind of relaxed, free, ethereal and free, so that it already had a spirituality, excited, churning and jumping.

The Jiaolong King originally had a thousand zhang true body, but at this time it condensed to less than a hundred zhang, hovering over the black dragon, exuding a huge coercion, but the black dragon below didn't seem to care, and there were ripples of water waves, river surges, and waves around his body Disillusionment, as if all the water was under his control.

After circling for a while, the dragon king seemed to be impatient, opened his bloody mouth, and swooped down, the yellow light in the dragon's eyes was full of yellow light, with endless desire, as if he wanted to swallow the black dragon in one gulp.

The black dragon "......" with another clear dragon roar, rushing up to the sky, also with endless longing. But it turned out that the black dragon was attracted by the dragon, and he was relieved and grateful, but after getting out, he saw that the other party was just a dragon, although the body was huge, but it was far less noble than its true dragon. The dragon's nature is arrogant, and there is already a trace of contempt in his heart, and when he sees that the dragon wants to devour himself and strengthen his body, the original trace of friendship will disappear in an instant, and he will devour the dragon king in turn. It was originally an "evil" dragon, a dragon spirit that was not the orthodox dragon vein of Shenzhou, how could there be any good thoughts?

Both sides are plundering, and there is no right or wrong, and there are only different positions. In the eyes of the dragon, the black dragon is an opportunity for him to become a real dragon, and the dragon is also a great tonic in the eyes of the black dragon. As for the two "pseudo-gods", there is also a "mortal" soul body, the black dragon does not take it to heart, if he is full, he may let it go, if he still feels hungry, he swallows it informally.

The black dragon was not afraid, and flew directly into the mouth of the dragon king's blood basin. The dragon has its own way in its belly, hiding unparalleled power and spiritual power, but it was pierced by the black dragon, and then broke out.

Hit hard by this, the Jiaolong King screamed miserably, the scales on the wound were scattered, and the huge gap spiritual energy leaked out, unlike when he was usually bitten by those resentful spirits, he couldn't heal quickly for a while.

Jiaolong King's body is huge, but it is not as flexible as the "small" black dragon, and he can't take care of each other, and he is caught by the black dragon on the left and right, and his body is soon full of holes and scars, but he still has the ability to devour the black dragon? The snow-capped mountain ground is lined with ice cliffs, and the rift valley is horizontal, except for the occasional white-haired cold wind, there is no sign of life at all.

And in the center of this "snow mountain and sea of clouds", there are eight snow peaks of different heights, surrounded by an irregular circle, and above the center of the circle, there is a black cloud covering the sky, and the black cloud should be ice in contrast, but there, it is a huge magma lake.

Between the foot of the mountain and the magma lake, it is surrounded by a narrow layer of earth and rock less than two meters thick. The air in the magma lake was deformed and distorted by the high temperature, and it was impossible to see how big the entire magma lake was, but these high temperatures and hot gases could not even melt, and the ice and snow that were close at hand around it were like being blocked by something, like a fierce beast, shackled by the masses, rushing left and right, but unable to get out of the cage.

Below was a world of red flames, crimson magma rolling along with the flames, roaring into the air, and then falling weakly, turning a dark red and producing billowing smoke. The smoke curled up, gathered in the sky, spread out and did not disperse, and after an unknown number of years, the smoke had condensed into a jet-black substance, and it would not fall yet.

The smoke gathers, and the appearance looks like a cloud, but the inside is actually flat, very flat, a mirror-like plane. And on this plane, there is a majestic cloud hall ten miles long, two-thirds of the cloud hall is white, one-third is black, the whole body is tall and thick.

The spacious hall of the Cloud Hall was empty, and the voice was silent. Only under the top of the central vault sat a man, with pale pale skin, pale yellow wavy hair, a narrow and high nose, sunken eye sockets, and blue pupils. Even if the man was sitting on the ground, he could tell that he was strong and tall. Shirtless, the muscles bulged, and it was as strong as a patchwork of rocks. He pressed his palms against the ground, emitting bursts of white light ripples, and these light patterns spread out in all directions, reaching the entire Cloud Palace.

"Tell me, great god, how long will it take?" said the man, who had only a piece of animal skin around his crotch, shouted loudly, and said the strange rhyme of the "divine language".

In the depths of the Cloud Palace, as if coming from the surroundings, a magnificent voice sounded, this voice was cold and serious, without a trace of emotion.

"The cloud hall is white, it is when you go down the mountain, the black clouds are all dispersed, and it is the day when you become a god. After saying that, there was no more sound.

"Ah......h Beneath the rumbling muscles on his body, the blue blood veins spurted, like a python swimming, undulating. And the white light around his body was sheng, and the white outside the cloud hall had the tendency to intensify and spread. But the eight snow peaks below, the top of the mountain spit out a stream of lightning and thunder, silver light like practice, domineering, slashing towards the black clouds, making the black of the cloud hall in turn to cover the spreading white. At the same time, the magma lake below was surging even more violently, and even formed a series of magma fire dragons, which were surging violently and were about to burst open.

"Ah......h

"Ah......h

This cry continued for seven years. Outside the palace, a grizzly bear the size of a truck lifted its huge beast head, glanced at it, and then leaned back to sleep.

In the east outside of China, there is an island, and there is a snow-capped mountain peak on the island that is more than half a waist, and there is a platform at a thousand feet, and there is a wooden house on the platform, and there are four cherry blossom trees in front of the wooden house, and the cherry blossoms on the trees are splendid, and they are undefeated for many years.

There were two people in the wooden house, one of them was the woman in the cloak named Yin Hime, and across from him was a middle-aged man in a dark blue samurai suit with a faint chrysanthemum pattern on it. The man's face was cold and gloomy, with a high pointed nose, straight eyebrows, a pursed mouth, and closed eyes. Strangely, his left hand was dry and thin, but his right hand was as warm as jade. He sat cross-legged on his knees, and lay a scimitar as bright as autumn water, with four strange characters inscribed on the hilt, of which one could only guess that the first was "cloth", the third was "royal", and the other two were more like strange symbols.

"When will the light of God come?" the cold-faced man suddenly asked, his voice hoarse and low.

"It's coming. The woman in the cloak opened her eyes slightly, glanced at them, said two words, and closed them again.

The cold-faced man stretched out his thin left hand and placed it on the hilt of the scimitar in front of him. I couldn't see if he made a move, there were afterimages like ripples, and there seemed to be a flash of cold light, and there was not a trace of fluctuation in the wooden house, but the snow around the wooden house melted like a scorching sun in an instant. And the four cherry blossom trees in front of the door, the cherry blossoms on the trees fell one by one, and soon only dead branches remained, and then, buds appeared, and then bloomed, the wind fluttered in the air, and the fragrance was the same.

Farther to the west, huge arc-shaped mountain ranges spanning more than a dozen countries, with the main peaks towering into the sky and covered in glaciers. On the top of the mountain, the foehn wind rolls like a dragon, the avalanche is like a pouring wave, and then all the way down, the horn peaks are sharp, the mountains and rocks are craggy, and the ice erosion cliffs, ice erosion lakes, ice cirques, and hanging valleys can be seen everywhere, and the heart of the hope is cold.

Halfway up the mountain, patches of verdant lawns and dark green dense forests begin to appear, scattering wisps of sunlight everywhere. The clear and transparent mountain water pools and forms a milky white rolling river at the bottom of the mountain, the sparkling lake is covered with a gentle mist, and the air is as clear as mint that drifts with the wind. Like a dream immersion, it is beautiful.

At the top of the peak, on a rock protruding like a wolf's teeth, stood a tall woman in golden armor, holding a spear in her right hand, a shield pinned to her left hand, wearing an openwork Sacred Heart headdress on her forehead, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind, her nose like a knife, and her face was cold. Her eyes were transparent, and only when she looked down at the light of the mountains and lakes reflected in them did she have color and light.

In the depths of the Yanjing Imperial Palace, there is a jade seal, its color is yellow, four inches in a square circle, five dragons are intertwined, and the surrounding is engraved with small seal inscriptions, and suddenly the golden light rises sharply, stretching to 30,000 feet in the air, and then it is like a round pot upside down, and then covers the entire Shenzhou.

Under the ziggurat tomb, mummies soaked in dark green liquid, covered with bandages like thousands of poisonous snakes, stretched out from the coffin, and suddenly spread all over the tower.

In the temple of the Van Palace, there is a black and thin monk, looking up, his eyes seem to be able to penetrate the top of the palace and look directly at the sky.

Shu Mountain, Tianhu, canyon, secret land, the figure of the pride of the sky appeared, or the sword around the body, or the mouth with beads, or the gourd on the head, or leaning on the stone tablet.

The earth awakens, and the sky will open its eyes.

And Ling Lang didn't know anything about this, he stared closely at the nine-zhang long "small" water dragon in front of him. This water dragon is black all over, twisted and moving, there is the sound of turbulent waves, there is water vapor steaming, and the coolness is blowing on the face.

The seal was loosened, and the white army soul was helped, and after six hundred years of suppression, it had to get out of trouble, that kind of relaxed, free, ethereal and free, so that it already had a spirituality, excited, churning and jumping.

The Jiaolong King originally had a thousand zhang true body, but at this time it condensed to less than a hundred zhang, hovering over the black dragon, exuding a huge coercion, but the black dragon below didn't seem to care, and there were ripples of water waves, river surges, and waves around his body Disillusionment, as if all the water was under his control.

After circling for a while, the dragon king seemed to be impatient, opened his bloody mouth, and swooped down, the yellow light in the dragon's eyes was full of yellow light, with endless desire, as if he wanted to swallow the black dragon in one gulp.

The black dragon "......" with another clear dragon roar, rushing up to the sky, also with endless longing. But it turned out that the black dragon was attracted by the dragon, and he was relieved and grateful, but after getting out, he saw that the other party was just a dragon, although the body was huge, but it was far less noble than its true dragon. The dragon's nature is arrogant, and there is already a trace of contempt in his heart, and when he sees that the dragon wants to devour himself and strengthen his body, the original trace of friendship will disappear in an instant, and he will devour the dragon king in turn. It was originally an "evil" dragon, a dragon spirit that was not the orthodox dragon vein of Shenzhou, how could there be any good thoughts?

Both sides are plundering, and there is no right or wrong, and there are only different positions. In the eyes of the dragon, the black dragon is an opportunity for him to become a real dragon, and the dragon is also a great tonic in the eyes of the black dragon. As for the two "pseudo-gods", there is also a "mortal" soul body, the black dragon does not take it to heart, if he is full, he may let it go, if he still feels hungry, he swallows it informally.

The black dragon was not afraid, and flew directly into the mouth of the dragon king's blood basin. The dragon has its own way in its belly, hiding unparalleled power and spiritual power, but it was pierced by the black dragon, and then broke out.

Hit hard by this, the Jiaolong King screamed miserably, the scales on the wound were scattered, and the huge gap spiritual energy leaked out, unlike when he was usually bitten by those resentful spirits, he couldn't heal quickly for a while.

The Jiaolong King is huge, but he is not as flexible as the "small" black dragon, he can't take care of each other, he was caught by the black dragon on the left and right, and his body was soon full of holes and scars, but there is still the ability to devour the black dragon?