At the beginning of the mountains and seas, there was a mountain, ordinary and small, drifting through the fierce sea, flowing through the mountains, endless sinking and floating.

On the top of a mountain, there was once a Weng, sitting on the edge of the cliff, his eyes vicissitudes, as if through the ages, he had seen the world.

Until one day, there was a woman, like a fairy, stepping forward, thousands of mountains shattered in the sea, the sun and the moon lost their color.

In the sky and the sea and clouds, a few birds are coiled, the verdant feathers, the wings of the streamer, falling on a branch between the flying, the cry flows, like a dancing spiritual song, which makes people linger and be intoxicated.

The stream tinkled and the lush trees covered the sky, and a few small beasts poked their heads out and squirmed in the forest, like a picture scroll, painting the spirit of this valley and painting what this eye saw.

Xuanyi twisted a touch of the breeze, fluttering slightly, like his black hair, raising a resolute face, revealing a pair of clear pupils, flashing aura, but the slightly frowning brows, revealing a light sigh.

"In this life, are you still so persistent?" the man said slowly, the sound that permeated the eons and drifted away from the firmament.

A woman stepped from the sky, like a white veil of snow, wrapped in a world-souring posture, it is difficult to change her face through the ages, and there is no trace of mortal smoke, like a lotus on the ice and snow, leaving behind the immortals of the world.

"This time, do you still want to stop me?" A macro sound, cold the people, the mountains are shattered, and the fierce sea stops.

The mountain was broken and only one mountain remained, and the sea was no longer the sea, and on that day, the sky was dyed with red blood, and the earth was full of the tears of the world.

They heaped mountains out of bones, out of the cold bones of the white, and they poured their blood into the sea with the scarlet blood.

The white bones have become mountains, the blood has turned into the sea, and this life is like the past, chilling the hearts of the people.

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The imperial capital of a region, a majestic imperial city, majestic and simple, facing the void, obscuring the sun, stretching for thousands of miles.

The golden light shines on the world, the macro sound permeates the universe, the ten thousand halls are flowing in the clouds, the breath of the Tao is filled with the Sanskrit sound, the Sanskrit sound is in the sky, and the pious believers are crawling, and the chanting is like a sad song of mourning.

"Emperor, the spirits have rebelled!" Outside the hall, a pitch-black figure fell, and the black dragon pattern on the shining armor made the man look heavy.

The moment the words fell, a golden lion with red fire roared angrily, shattering a hall in one step, and shaking the sky with one step, and the fierceness covered the sky!

The clouds and the sky, a giant hand covering the sky, golden light, containing the rhyme of the Dao, closed the heavens, and slapped the presumptuous beast away.

The sound of "chopping" pierced the sky, and all domains resonated, and the blood-colored sky was opened from then on.

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"How much has your thought buried!" On the top of the mountain, the man in the light clothes looked at this boundless blood, his eyes flashed with unbearability, and he was even more angry!

"It's you, not me, who complains" The fairy-like woman stood in the clouds, her eyes were cold, looking at the only remaining mountain.

This is her obsession and thoughts, the people of the world, the living beings, the way of the heavens, what does it have to do with her?

"I am here, this mountain will not be destroyed, one day, you will regret it!" The man in the black robe sighed lightly, showing resolute love, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff.

This is his way and heart, keeping the last mountain, keeping the last soil, but his eyes still shed tears...

"This mountain can be immortal, but can you do so?! I wait for the day you die, even if I pour out the blood of eternity!" The woman's cold eyes turned into a dry sea, lost the color of the sun and the moon, and even the sky collapsed a corner, chaotic like a cloud.

But the man in front of her was still silent on the mountain, his eyes shining as before, unmoved.

A cyan mist enveloped the mountain, blocking the inside and outside, and cutting off her eyes and eyes.

She couldn't see the scenery of that mountain clearly, and she didn't know the people on it, but he was like that, and he didn't want to listen to the grievances and sorrows of the spirits, and the tears of life.

One life passed another, and he stayed here until Shaohua broke into white hair, and his clothes turned into ashes, like an eternal clock, until the last sound, it was difficult to resist the leisurely years of time.

The spirits mourned, a world of life, singing the sad ballad of life, but these have turned into the past, even the peerless woman closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

She could wait, wait for the green mist to dissipate, wait for the last mountain to appear, wait for the road she had longed for for a long time, but she was sleepy, this time was too long, and she could only choose this way.

This mountain, drifting from ancient times to the present, has fallen in a field and multiplied living beings.

On that mountain, there was the sound of laughter, and the occasional sound of sorrow, this is a new life, avoiding the bloody darkness, ushering in the most glorious and dazzling one.

From this day on, the area where this mountain is located will begin to compose a new ballad, a spiritual ballad that constantly fights and does not want to be sad anymore.

There is a figure that will also embark on a new journey, a blood-colored spiritual path of love, hatred, hatred, and hatred in the world, and the chaos of all spirits in ancient and modern times