The golden dragon head is very huge, far in the sky, but it seems to appear in front of everyone's eyes, all the details can be seen very clearly, the scales like a mirror, the dragon horns like a volcano, have a specific shape, but it is indescribable, the color is like pure gold, but it seems to be transparent, emitting infinite light and heat, sprinkled to the ground of the wasteland.

With the appearance of the golden dragon head, the southern sky suddenly shone brightly, instantly recovering from before, and then in an instant, far surpassing the light and heat released by the Xiling Divine Temple's Sect Sect Scepter countless thousands of times.

The darkness of the northern sky seemed to feel the power of the new light, and suddenly became stagnant.

The golden dragon's head slowly turned, its eyes like two bright sides, and slowly scanned the humans on the wasteland with an ancient silence, and released the terrifying coercion with an indifferent expression.

There are records about dragons in the canons of the Xiling Temple, there are also stories about dragons in Buddhist scriptures, and there are legends about dragons in the world, but no one has ever seen the existence of dragons with their own eyes, let alone a golden dragon, this mythical creature, will actually descend on the world......

The humans on the wasteland ground are crazy.

Especially the coalition army of Xiling Temple, seeing that the darkness was about to defeat the light, and the Hades King was about to appear, suddenly saw the golden dragon representing the light, and the people burst into tears with excitement, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing.

More people looked at the sky as if they were demented.

The golden dragon's head releases infinite light, the light represents warmth and love, but the light also sometimes means punishment, when people dare to look directly at the light irreverently.

The next moment, the humans on the wasteland ground cried out in pain. Covering his eyes and kneeling on the ground, he didn't dare to look at the sky again, but the light sprinkled by the golden dragon head on the heavenly dome was so tempting, and there were some devout believers who worshiped Haotian and looked at that place with tears streaming down their faces without fear of death.

The endless light fell, and the tears on the faces of the believers were instantly evaporated, and the liquid in the eyes was also evaporated in an instant. Turned into two puffs of green smoke and disappeared without a trace, and just like that, he became blind.

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Because of those dreams, Ning Que foresaw the appearance of the golden dragon head. So he didn't look up to the sky. He tore off the cloth strap and wrapped the eyes of the big black horse, and pulled the black carriage to Sangsang's side.

Sangsang's eyes were closed, and his little face became unusually pale. The black smoke and dust around her body, under the light of the infinite light emitted by the golden dragon's head, was rapidly purifying and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her body trembled violently in the gradually fading cold aura, looking extremely painful.

The desolate people once again fell into despair and endless fear, and in the face of the divine punishment from Haotian, how did they, the mortal people, resist?

Tang didn't look directly at the sky, the light and coercion emitted by the huge golden dragon head were not at all a force that the human world could resist. But he didn't kneel down, because he was the last walk of the Demon Sect, representing the spirit of the Demon Sect, and what the Demon Sect wanted to resist was Haotian's domination of this world.

There are also several leaders of desolate warriors who practice the Demon Sect's exercises. Holding on to his seriously injured body, he stood up and looked directly at the wasteland shrouded in light, crumbling, but refused to kneel.

The light that shone from the sky grew brighter and heavier. The bodies of Tang and the leaders of the desolate warriors made a slight crackling sound, and it was the hard bones of the desolate people fighting against Haotian's coercion.

Feeling that there were actually small humans in the wasteland, daring to resist their own majesty, the golden dragon head in the sky slowly turned, looked at it indifferently, and let out a dragon groan.

The dragon's groan was low, and it was a hurricane when it landed on the wasteland, and in the wind it seemed that countless priests were praying, countless cathar knights were roaring, and countless lights appeared.

The grass clippings on the wasteland that were soaked in blood turned black in an instant, and the blood evaporated into fishy steam in an instant, and the leaders of the desert warriors snorted in pain and fell down one after another.

Don's left thigh bone was broken, and he let out an angry and unwilling howl, and fell backwards heavily, even though blood was spurting like a fountain, but he still did not kneel.

The golden dragon comes from the Haotian Divine Kingdom, representing the majesty of Haotian, releasing Haotian's will to the world, which is a miracle and a divine punishment, and the power of a groan is that the world cannot resist.

Hundreds of thousands of human beings in the wasteland knelt down collectively to express their awe and submission.

Xiling Temple array.

Through the countless thousands of gauze curtains, it could be seen that the tall figure in the giant chariot had already knelt down, and the hand holding the divine scepter was trembling slightly, I don't know if it was because of fear or something else.

In the other shrine, the Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle had also fallen to his knees, his expression was very serene, and the deep wrinkles of blood were full of blood, reflecting the light that came through the curtain, as if it had been smeared with gold dust.

In the blood-colored god, the ruling chief priest Ye Hongyu also knelt on her knees, paying homage to the golden dragon head in the sky, and she maintained this posture from the moment the golden dragon head descended on the world.

Only she knew that her knees had never touched the ground, until the golden dragon let out that dragon groan, Haotian's coercion swept the wasteland, and Tang and several desolate warrior leaders spurted blood and fell, and her knees were forced to contact the ground, and her face suddenly turned pale, her knees oozed blood, and the corners of her lips flowed blood.

The golden dragon head sprinkled infinite light on the surface of the wasteland, and in a short period of time, it purified the dark aura around Sang Sang's body, and those rays of light containing absolute light and heat fell directly on Sang Sang's body, and countless green smoke came out of her body.

In the light, Sang Sang looked extremely painful, clutching his chest and coughing constantly, at this time coughing up not blood, nor cold breath, but black transparent ice-like things.

The black, transparent ice spurted out of her lips and landed on the wasteland floor with a heavy thud, smashing deep into the crater before vanishing.

At this moment, the dragon roar from the golden dragon's head also came to her, and those black ice cubes were all crushed into the tiniest microscopic gravel, and her body suddenly twisted, as if it was about to break.

Ning Que had already pushed his speed to the fastest, but it was impossible to be faster than the speed of light, faster than the speed of Long Yin, as soon as his fingers touched Sang Sang's body, Haotian's coercion was transmitted to him.

With a snap, he knelt on the ground beside Sangsang, and his knees hit the ground heavily, as if they were shattered in an instant,

Intense pain was clearly transmitted to his consciousness, and his face turned pale and terrified.

The golden dragon roared, no one in the world could resist, before Haotian, he was so weak, so what is the point of the choice he has made over the years?

This war between light and darkness is about to be decided, and Sangsang is about to die, what can he do? What can he change? If he can't change anything, then why do he have those dreams, why can he see the future in his dreams, see the present at this time?

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Ning Que supported the ground with both hands, squatted up with all his strength, and then slammed the soles of his feet back, changing from a kneeling posture to a sitting posture, and stood up under the pressure of light, looking extremely painful.

Just such a simple gesture almost squeezed all his courage and strength, and he stretched out his trembling hand, felt for a pair of glasses made of dark crystal, and rested them on the bridge of his nose.

His face was unusually pale at this time, and after wearing sunglasses, he became even paler, and the sunglasses correspondingly darker, and the world he saw in his eyes also became very dark.

The blood and corpses on the wasteland, which had occupied most of the light and heat of the sky, had become much darker and colder in his eyes at this time, more similar to the picture he saw in his dark dream.

Ning Que raised his head and looked directly at the golden dragon head in the sky, the huge golden dragon head almost occupied his entire field of vision, so it was very easy to aim - although there were sunglasses separating it, the light lens still made his eyes sting unbearably, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

The iron bow was pulled slowly, making a creaking sound, and the dark iron arrows trembled slightly on the strings, and the sharp arrows looked a little dim against the light falling from the sky, as if they were very frightened.

Ning Que didn't have any look of fear on his face, only a resolute look, he looked at the golden dragon head in the black lens, shouted violently, and fired an arrow that shot straight into the right eye of the golden dragon head!

The mythical creature represents Haotian descending to the world, and the people living in the world either kneel down to worship in awe, or surrender, or remain silent like a stone, but absolutely no one will think of killing it.

Because that's not possible.

Ning Que did so.

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The white turbulence, which had just bloomed behind the bowstring, was purified into nothingness by the infinite light that fell from the sky, but the iron arrow had already left the string, and in an instant, it was extremely high in the heavenly dome.

At this time, everyone in the wasteland fell to their knees, and no one dared to look directly at the sky, directly at the golden dragon head in the sky, so no one saw this scene, which had been extremely rare for thousands of years.

The golden dragon head is in the extremely high sky, and in addition to Liu Bai's sword in the human world, there is probably only Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows, which can touch the realm where it is located.

The swarthy iron arrow turned into an extremely thin black shadow in the ten thousand rays of light, accurately hitting the left eye of the golden dragon head, and then was instantly purified by the light.

If the eyes of the golden dragon were like a calm lake of light, then the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, which made the world's cultivation world smell and change, were like a thin piece of ice thrown into the lake at this time, disappearing in an instant, and it couldn't stir up any ripples at all.

Ning Que was not surprised by the result of this arrow, but there was no word despair in his dictionary, if he didn't try to the end, he would definitely not give up, since he was going to die, he would not be willing to shoot this arrow.

The golden dragon overlooked the wasteland ground, looking at Ning Que who was standing with a bow, and there was a hint of ridicule and contempt in the huge Guanghu eyes, and then it returned to absolute indifference, and spit out a mouthful of dragon breath.

The dragon's head breathed, and Jin Hui condensed into billions of detritums, falling towards the wasteland, like a sand river embankment, but every grain of sand is absolutely transparent, and every grain of sand contains infinite coercion!

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