The dragon's breath descended, and an aura of divine pure majesty reverberated across the wasteland.

The bowstring in Ning Que's hand snapped and broke, and with this soft sound, his sea of consciousness suddenly became chaotic, and the Qi Sea Snow Mountain in his body seemed to have signs of collapse.

What's even more terrifying is that the liquid beads condensed by the Haoran Qi in the depths of his lower abdomen seemed to feel the call of the dragon's breath, and they spun violently, releasing countless qi filaments, pouring towards all parts of his body.

If that's all it doesn't matter, the problem is that the Haoran Qi that is infused all over the body has signs of penetrating the skin and leaving the body!

In the sky, the golden dragon's head slowly moved forward, and the slender dragon body finally poked out the burning white clouds, and the scales as fine as brocade and bright as mirrors rubbed against the clouds, rubbed against the air, and bloomed into golden flames.

As the golden dragon gradually revealed its full form, the coercion that enveloped the entire wasteland became heavier and more terrifying, and even the wasteland space itself began to become unstable.

The dragon's breath that fell to the wasteland was composed of countless thousands of tiny golden light gravel, and it was very strange that these golden sand and gravel, which contained infinite coercion, did not ignite after falling to the ground, but were like real sand, fluttering everywhere by the wind.

No burning does not mean that there is no power, the golden sand-like dragon breath fell on the wasteland, on the corpses of countless desolate warriors, and there were suddenly many very subtle cracks on the corpses of those desolate warriors who had been sleeping for a long time.

Dozens of dragon breath golden sands fell on Tang's body, and the animal skin clothes instantly cracked. On his body, which was as hard as stone, dozens of extremely thin blood holes suddenly appeared.

Ning Que's situation was not much better, he waved his hand and tried to drive away the sand of dragon's breath floating in front of him, but the golden sand was unexpectedly weak, sticking to the edge of his palm lightly.

An extremely thin blood hole suddenly sprouted at the edge of his palm, and the majestic aura in his body was waiting to be released. He followed the blood hole, scattered out of his body, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

Ning Que understood what was going on.

He practiced Haoran Qi. has long been in the demon, Tang and the desert warriors, and they are also cultivating the Demon Sect exercises. In their bodies, they all have their own world, and they all store a lot of heaven and earth vitality.

According to Haotian Daomen, the reason why the Demon Sect is a demon is not only because the demon cultivator created the world by himself, but because he was disrespectful to Haotian, the most fundamental reason is that the demon cultivator will constantly grab the heaven and earth vitality in nature, if this situation is allowed to continue. One day, the vitality of heaven and earth will be exhausted.

The golden dragon represents Haotian's will, and in its eyes, Ning Que and the Desolate are like shameless thieves who steal Haotian's wealth, and of course it wants to take it back from the hands of these thieves.

Dragon's breath like golden sand. Floating on the wasteland and falling on the bodies of Ning Que and the others is to take away the heaven and earth vitality in their bodies and purify them into the original light of the world.

This process is Haotian's divine punishment.

This is also called salvation.

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In Helan City in the distance, His Majesty the Emperor looked at the sky with divine radiance and looked at the golden dragon head. He was silent, and the expression on his face was very solemn.

The golden dragon's head spewed dragon breath to the ground of the wasteland, like a golden sand, falling like a torrential rain, seeing this painting, for some reason, the emperor's face suddenly turned pale, looking extremely painful.

Master Huang Yang's expression was very strict, his right wrist poked out from the monk's sleeve, held His Majesty's left hand, and a string of sandalwood prayer beads between his wrists slid like flowing water and was worn on His Majesty's wrist.

On the wrist of the rosary, a compassionate Buddhist breath emerged leisurely, and His Majesty the Emperor felt that the breath in his body that had been tossing him for many years was a little calmer, and his face was slightly gentle.

Master Huang Yang couldn't rest assured, and didn't dare to let his majesty stand on the city tower to watch the battle, forcibly supported him, and walked into the city tower made of thick stone.

In the deepest room of the rock-made tower, the queen was holding the young prince, her face was very pale, and there were blood stains on the corners of her lips.

The young prince cried and said to the emperor, "Father, look at your mother, what is going on?"

The queen mother looked at the emperor and smiled gently, shook her head, and signaled that she was fine.

The emperor walked up to her and, without hesitation, took off the rosary on his left wrist and put it on her wrist.

Master Huang Yang looked at this scene and sighed in his heart.

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Deep in the Far West Wasteland.

All the monks of the Hanging Temple have taken refuge in those large and small yellow temples, and the clouds and mist are shrouded, enveloping the entire mountain peak, and they can only faintly hear the sound of the scriptures, but they cannot see the specific picture.

Only a small patch of peaks at the highest point of the Giant Peak, above the clouds and mist, above the surface, can see the picture in the extreme distance, and look to see the sky getting brighter and brighter in the east.

The first seat of the Hanging Temple, holding a tin rod to look at the East, his eyes have already been dried up by the light, and he can't find any moisture, but he has not been harmed.

The light in the east is growing, and the night is dwarfed, even if it has not disappeared, but it has been completely covered, but there is no joy on the face of the first seat, just tired and dignified.

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The golden dragon descended from Haotian to appear in the world, and the light shone on the world.

Except for a few people, no one in the whole world can look up at the sky.

Light is not only warmth, but also represents majesty, what is needed is not closeness, but awe, so light allows human beings to know their own existence, but does not allow human beings to see their own existence.

In the god in the wasteland, Ye Hongyu once tried to look at the golden dragon in the sky, but tears and stinging pain instantly appeared, and the divine star at the bottom of her eyes was gone, and she had to bow her head again expressionlessly.

Just because you can't look up at the sky doesn't mean you can't know about this divine battle in the sky.

Countless cities, countless towns, countless mountains and rivers, countless villages, countless people knelt under the light, looking at the projection on the ground, nervously watching the trend of this war of light and darkness.

Countless Haotian believers gathered in the nearest Taoist temple, chanting and praying incessantly, blessing the coalition forces in the wasteland. showed his piety to Haotian, joyful and sorrowful, and crazy.

As the light gradually overwhelmed the darkness, people's happy cries went straight to the sky, and I don't know how many people fainted with excitement, and even stopped waking up and returned to the realm of Haotian's divine radiance.

Deep in the mountains of Xiling. There is a very simple Taoist temple, this Taoist temple is probably the Taoist temple that Haotian believers know the least, but it is the most important Taoist temple of Haotian Daomen.

Behind this temple. There is a red clay mountain covered with green vines, and there are countless deep caves in the mountains, and in these caves live many terrifying Daomen powerhouses.

Those powerful breaths. Oozing out of the green hills, watching the changes in the heavenly dome, enjoying the light of the golden dragon, gradually getting ready to move, and occasionally hearing a low, happy laugh.

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Dragon's breath is the breath of the dragon, and after exhaling is inhaling.

The huge golden dragon in the sky opened its mouth, and the dragon's body suddenly became thicker, and on the ground of the wasteland, a huge wind suddenly blew, whistling and circling. Swept away the sprinkled golden sand from the ground.

Looking at the past from afar, there seems to be a whirlwind between heaven and earth, the thin end is at the head of the golden dragon, and the thick end is on the ground, constantly sweeping. Everywhere I passed, sand and rocks were flying.

As those golden grains of sand left the ground, the breath of heaven and earth in the corpses of the desolate warriors on the wasteland ground was also sucked away by the tornado.

This process was not visible to the naked eye, but Ning Que could feel it, because he had a lot of Haoran Qi in his body. was sucked away by the golden dragon, and when he looked up again, the golden dragon head in his sunglasses could no longer find any sense of majesty and light, and it looked so bloody, terrifying, and greedy.

The night in the north had slowly receded, the big black umbrella no longer breathed, Sangsang's connection with the night had been cut off, the breath around her had long been purified, and the smoke and sand kept dancing.

Sangsang's feet left the ground, the ice and snow like a white lotus, and floated into the air.

The golden dragon looked at her indifferently.

Sangsang's clothes swayed in the whirlwind.

Sangsang flew into the sky, towards the mouth of the golden dragon.

Sang Sang turned his head and looked at Ning Que, his eyes were very frightened, and his expression was very helpless.

Ning Que jumped up and hugged her legs, trying to pull her back to the ground.

But he couldn't.

Sangsang was still flying towards the sky, flying towards the sky with him.

Haotian wants Sangsang.

Haotian doesn't want him.

So Sangsang's body was very light, but his body suddenly became as heavy as a mountain.

Only two clicks were heard, and the two arms he was holding Sangsang were completely shattered.

But he still didn't let go.

Once you have caught it, you will never let go.

Even if your hand is broken, you won't let go.

Even if you die, you won't let go.

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The extremely faint Jin Hui swept in front of his eyelashes, and the earth no longer seemed to have any attraction, Ning Que hugged Sangsang, followed the dragon's breath, and flew towards the sky, towards the mouth of the golden dragon.

The hair and clothes of the two men fluttered in the air, looking like two black flowers, and under the pressure of the light, he began to bleed, and the blood trickled from the black petals and fell onto the wasteland.

On the ground of the wasteland, the big black horse dragged the carriage and ran desperately, it seemed to forget its fear, and chased after the two people flying in the sky, and from time to time let out angry and sad screams.

Ning Que looked at it and said in a hoarse voice, "What a fool." ”

Then he looked up, and saw a light in the sky above him, and there was nothing but light, and it seemed so pure, as pure as death, and he knew that death was coming.

He had made many choices in his life, and now it seems that those choices really didn't make sense, just like at the last moment, he chose to jump into the air and hug Sangsang.

Sometimes, though, the choice itself makes a lot of sense.

He looked at Sangsang and smiled.

Sangsang looked at him and smiled.

At this moment, their figures suddenly stopped, and they no longer continued to fly towards the sky and the light.

Because a hand reached into the sky and grabbed Ning Que's foot.

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(This is chapter 3.) Chapter 4 will definitely be updated after eating, and I'll see you then. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )