The giant camel under the giant plum constellation is named Mochizuki, a beautiful and lonely name.

Walking alone in the bleak desert moonlight, holding up a withered grass with his head down, looking up at the moon wheel in the sky, and then continuing to look for a way back in the vast sea of sand.

The legendary wild camel is the measurer of the sand sea, and they have to step on every sand dune in the desert all their lives, and then on the night of the waning moon, they walk into the moon lake behind the sand dunes, and use the crystal water of the moon lake as a tomb for sleeping, at the same time, somewhere in the desert, a young beast with a golden body and a remnant moon on its chest will be born in the ordinary camel herd, and it will grow into a new wild camel, like a king who does not give up his territory, and begins to measure his own country of the sand sea again.

That year, the giant plum fairy went out of Hanhai City with killing intent, and then returned to the Ming Sand Dune with frustration, coinciding with the night of the waning moon, only to see a giant beast like a mountain slowly sinking into the lake, the withered yellow fur has been dead, only the eyes are turned up, staring at the hook of the waning moon above the head, disdainfully revealing the whites of the big eyes.

The corners of Jumei Xian's cold mouth raised a rebellious smile, and the plum blossoms flew into the sky like clouds when he raised his hand, stirring the halo of the waning moon to pieces, "This heaven and earth do not allow you and me, so I will break this day, shatter this land, reverse this fate, and disrupt this reincarnation!"

The calm tone of voice echoed the four fields of Takaoka like the voice of the sermon, and it also called the giant beast in the lake that was about to enter the grave.

The camel turned his head and looked intently at the long-haired man in red on the high rock on the shore, and let out a hesitant moo.

The giant plum fairy's smile flashed slightly, her fingertips were already on the center of her eyebrows, and a red plum blossom mark gradually emerged, and the majestic divine thoughts that came out of it ploughed a ditch on the moon lake. On the bottom of the exposed lake, a lone camel looked down at a dying little fish. The little fish lay at the bottom of the parched lake, foaming in despair from their mouths.

After a long time, the camel suddenly raised its front hooves, and then fell down fiercely, trampling the dying little fish into the mud, and then, with its neck turned to the sky, let out a long thunderous moo!

The white crescent moon on its chest gradually glowed, and at first it looked like a mild moonlight, and after a while it turned into a scorching phosphorus fire. The shrunken muscles became strong again in the moon halo, the withered yellow fur was tempered into gold again in the firelight, and the body that was already like a mountain became more majestic, and the disdain in his eyes became more intense, turning into the same rebelliousness as the giant plum fairy.

"In the future, there will be no more wild camels in the world, and your name is Mochizuki. As soon as the giant plum fairy fell, the red plums in the sky gathered between the twin peaks of the desolate camel and the moon, turning into a red lotus. The giant plum fairy flew up and lay on his side on the lotus, and then a red gauze tent covered the human face of the fairy in a hazy way.

A lazy voice came from the red gauze tent again, "Mochizuki, Mochizuki, follow me to see the red dust in this mortal world!"

The wild camel looked at the waning moon for the last time, shook its golden fur, and walked out of the desert for the first time.

Mochizuki was the last wild camel, or once a wild camel, and now, it's just Mochizuki. Because the life of the wild camel is destined to be a life of walking alone on the yellow sand, and Mochizuki broke the shackles of fate and did not follow the cycle of reincarnation, there will be no more birth of the golden king in the camel herd scattered in the desert.

For decades, carrying the red lotus on his back, Mochizuki entered the world, looked at the red dust, and the rebellion in his eyes turned into indifference. This kind of indifference not only comes from the contempt for small humans in the bloodline of the desolate beast, but also gradually dyes the arrogant and immortal temperament of the giant plum fairy.

Mortals are like ants, and I will slaughter them.

At this moment, in the White Tiger Hill outside the capital of the Great Yu Emperor, the five elements and four elephants array were filled with the aura of Gengjin. Mochizuki looked at the white blade that was almost like a moon wheel, the indifference in his eyes returned to disdain, and he straightened his chest, his satin-like fur like a thin wave blown by the lake wind in the setting sun. There is also a crescent moon in this golden lake, the two ends of the crescent moon are particularly sharp, like a majestic horn, one end is pointing to the sky, and the other end is poking the ground.

Bai Xiaodao's thick eyebrows wrinkled a beam and a distant mountain, looking at the Gengjin Daoqi that had cut through the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, he was faintly worried.

The sword qi flew extremely fast, and the target was also extremely accurate, it was the seemingly softest fur under Mochizuki's long neck.

The moon wheel and the waning moon met, and there was no blood splash from the blade breaking through the flesh, and there was no golden light from the flesh and skin shattering the knife qi scattering, silently, and the white giant blade that was round disappeared, in exchange for only the crescent moon on Mochizuki's chest was a little brighter.

Bai Xiaodao's thick eyebrows turned into dark clouds that could not be dissolved, making his immature face full of solemnity.

"Nanming is away from the fire, around the three rooms and six open, and the clouds are rising!" his voice was still calm.

Guarding the Vermilion Bird position is a girl with bright eyes and bright teeth, just listen to her giggle, her ruddy lips spit out a mouthful of red mist, different from the blood-red silk thread of the giant plum fairy, her red is fiery, smart, and enthusiastic, just like the unrestrained dance of a southern alien girl, which is very different from the cold and pretty northland rouge, but with the most vigorous heat of life. The red mist spread, gradually fading into a cloud of smoke with ribbons, faint and undetectable, but there was a dryness that was difficult to get rid of.

The white knife was cautious, and the calm and silent red lotus and the windless red gauze tent gave him great confusion and uneasiness, so he continued to issue orders

"Knowing the north Xuanshui, called Jiuding and five cauldrons, take the hidden canal!"

"Hook the green wood, cut off a tree and three branches, and set up a clear and clear sky!"

The feminine boy stretched out his pale palm, and a drop of cold but not icy water came out of the tip of his slender middle finger, and then a cold smoke fell quietly. The solid soil is like a loose tofu under the erosion of extreme cold, the water droplets break through the frozen soil several feet deep, and smash into the depths of the earth, and then, with its landing point as the center, the snow land of ten zhang square circle has become a cold pool of northern water like ink, there is a spring on the surface of the pool, and there is a canal at the bottom of the pool to lead to the netherworld.

At the same time as the red mist and the cold pool locked the sky and the earth, the only long-haired young man among the four elephants took out a green willow branch from his sleeve, and then sat on the ground and made up manual work. The young man's demeanor is safe, but his hands are rolled like flying, the willow branch also seems to be endlessly long, woven into the door post of the dragon, woven out of the archway of hanging plaque, after the work of tea, the young man finally exhaled happily, and then raised his hand to throw, the delicate things made up by the willow branch will grow in the wind, and turn into a towering cloud above the eastern sky. The young man got up indifferently and bowed slightly to the giant plum fairy, "The long willow is clear and the wind is chaotic, and the immortal is now recovering from his mortal feelings." This is Qingming Que, please go to the mortal world!"

The pupils erected by the white knife exude the madness and tenacity of the beast, he was observing the wild beast like a mountain and the red lotus in the yarn like an abyss, but there was only the obvious disdain of the Mochizuki camel and the silence of the giant plum fairy.

The uneasiness in his heart intensified, which made him show some of the timidity and anxiety that a young man should have, and the white knife, realizing his thoughts, let out a long howl of annoyance. Then, no longer hesitating, his throat still growling, his eyes turned pale, and his hands grew razor-like claws.

A hoarse voice sounded indifferently, "Wei Gou broke the gold, wielded a thousand knives, and killed the gods." So, under the Qingming Que, above the Xuanshui Pool, away from the smoke of the fire, thousands of knives were wielded arbitrarily.

The Four Elephants Array has finally begun to emerge, and the talented teenagers are burning their youth and blood for the persistence in their hearts!

Maybe the hatred of the fathers is no longer a reason to sacrifice to go to war, they want to bloom, bloom in the snow, bloom in the blood, bloom in front of the moon outside the wilderness and the red lotus outside the sky, bloom fiercely!