After giving all the students a long vacation, in the early morning of the next day, Qingya locked the door of the school and walked out of the village where he had lived for more than ten years.

The road at the entrance of the village is full of grass, and a brave horse is waiting by the roadside, it was it that carried the green cliff to come here, and now it still finds its owner.

Under the ancient trees at the head of the village, the dew on the new green leaves has not yet dried, and I don't know when it will be the return date.

Legend has it that in the depths of the Far East China Sea, there are hidden dragons into the abyss, and there are flying dragons in the sky.

In the painting, the master tells Qingya that there is an endless miasma under the abyss he is going to, and only by harvesting the lava fire essence in the Eye of the Ruins can he break the miasma.

After the horse enters the sea and turns into a spirit ray, it carries the green cliff all the way to the depths of the sea, far away from the mainland, the green cliff looks at the boundless waves in all directions, the blue sky, the blue water, and there is no second color.

Perhaps it is only here that small people realize that the world they live in is a world of water.

Diving to the bottom of the sea, the light of the sun gradually dimmed, but Qingya's vision did not feel any obstruction, he could still breathe freely in the seawater, and the huge pressure did not flatten his body.

The rivers, lakes and seas on the earth eventually converge in the sea, and the direction in which the sea goes is to return to the ruins.

In an instant, the originally gloomy seabed lit up with patches of sparks, like the aurora above the sky dome reflected on the bottom of the sea, but such a strange scene was not as beautiful as it seemed on the surface.

The Dragon's Spirit is abundant in the Land of the Ruins, where the blazing waves of fire and the freezing waters of the sea melt and cool again, and the seabed here is only a layer of extremely fragile scorched earth on the surface, and the tumbling lava underneath it.

The waves of fire in the ground continue to be squeezed after saturation, and the yin flames will gush out along the cracks in the surface, burning everything that passes through here.

In the midst of the waves, a dragon's roar exploded in Qingya's ears, and a dragon burning with raging fire used its long body to encircle Qingya within a radius of several feet.

It's not a dragon, it's not another subspecies, it's a real dragon.

In order to get the Lava Fire Elemental, you must first defeat it.

The long sword in his hand lit up with the clear glow of the snow moon, the temperature of the sea of fire instantly cooled down, the hot sea water instantly condensed into ice, the yin fire was instantly swept away, and at the bottom of the sea where the sky could not be seen, there was goose feather snow.

The snowflakes fell on the body of the Yan Dragon, and the flames that were enough to melt the rock layer were extinguished in an instant, and the dense snowflakes quickly covered the Yan Dragon's body, and the extremely cold temperature made the Yan Dragon lose the power to move, and it sank to the bottom of the sea with the falling snowflakes.

With just one move, did you subdue the legendary dragon? When did you become so powerful?

"Huh? How could this be, it stands to reason that he was not allowed to fight for a few days and nights, and then he was beaten to his death, and finally I came down as a great dragon god to help him get through the difficulties, and then he bowed to me. ”

In Qixia Mansion, everyone was still immersed in the mirage cast, and there was no sign of waking up.

Qingya fell sideways on the soft carpet, and a white dragon was lying on top of him, watching with relish the dream she had given Qingya.

"Even if it's a dream, it can't be too outrageous, is someone helping him cheat."

Di Xi raised his head, just in time to see Liu Bailu, who had fallen asleep on the table with his arms on his pillows, had woken up at some point, needless to say, the change in Fang Cai must have been caused by her.

The mirage's vision couldn't trap her, and neither could the barrier between dreams and reality.

"Don't be too partial, my descendant of the dignified Dragon God was defeated at once because of your intervention."

Di Xi's white body jumped up and down, looking like a person was stomping his feet to express his dissatisfaction.

"Descendants of the dragon god, sooner or later, the whole person will have to enter my door of shaking light, anyway, I have already matched a family business in my dream, what about another one?"

"Wow, it turns out that you have already woken up, I said where did this kid come from to be so bold, and without saying a word, he asked for a kiss, and you are not allowed to make any more moves."

"Shhh, Shenlong senior, keep your voice quiet, beware that I will pinch your body in my dream, and then send it to my rebel's side."

"You, when my strength is restored, see how I teach you."

"That's been a bit of a wait."

In the place of the ruins, two figures broke through the water and galloped above the calm sea, and the subdued Yanlong turned into a beautiful woman, following the green cliff and continuing to the north.

Far from the human population, Qingya shuttled through the dense forest that stretched for thousands of miles with the Yanlong Qiuyu who turned into a human, where lived a group of giant spirits as tall as a mountain, and their bows and arrows were enough to penetrate the body of any demon beast, and in the jungle, they had stood at the top of the food chain for hundreds of years.

Among all the beasts, the divine deer born with auspiciousness led all the races to resist, and the eyes of the divine deer could perceive any trap laid by the giant spirit clan, and the starlight it attracted could also block the sharp arrows.

It's just that the power of the divine deer is only a drop in the bucket after all, and the strength of one person has never been able to resist the rout of the race.

The djinn ignited flames in the dense forest, and the poisonous smoke filled the forest for a long time, and a large number of orcs died, and even the eyes of the deer lost their luster under the poisonous smoke.

At this moment, the young man who came with the sword swung his sword and rolled up the wind, blowing away the thick poison that permeated the forest, and the naturally manic Djinn clan knelt down to worship when they saw the figure standing in the sky.

In him, the Djinn felt the oppression engraved in their blood, the most primitive worship in their bodies, which they had only felt in the statue of the god that stood tall in the ancient temple.

The djinn withdrew from their tribe and vowed never to invade the habitat of all beasts, and the deer repaid the favor by taking the form of a tall and exotic maiden and continuing north with the green cliffs.

"You're enough, no one will like this story without any combat plots......"

Di Xi anxiously flew up and down around Liu Bailu, who could easily rewrite the dreams she had compiled, but she couldn't reverse them herself.

Before this, Di Xi still had some self-doubts, whether the stories he made up would be too old-fashioned, after all, in those 10,000 years, some storylines had been turned over and over thousands of times.

But now, Di Xi is very confident that his ability to make up stories is still very good, compared to another person who doesn't tell anything logically, and turns what he encounters into the plot of a girl stuffing his apprentice, his story is simply a classic.

"Okay, okay, you play like this, then I'll see how you stuff this little girl from the god realm next to him."

In Dixi's setting, each interface is an independent world, and there is no possibility of interconnection, the gods cannot see the world, and mortals do not have totem worship.

Although Liu Bailu can modify the storyline, the overall program and background composition will not change.

Trekking through thousands of rivers and mountains, the northernmost part of this continent is not a clean ice and snow world, the vast scorched earth spreads for thousands of miles, and there is no life as far as the eye can see.

The trees that had been charred by the fires of heaven still stood on the ground, and the flames that had not yet been extinguished devoured its last days.

The black smoke that floated in the sky hovered above the blue cliffs, and they turned into ghosts shrouded in black robes and constantly entangled the humans who set foot here, and their low groans made people's hearts tremble, as if their own souls would be ingested by them.

Qingya ignored their entanglement, and after a burst of dragon flames, everything that was in the way of the eyes dissipated.

As the road grew darker, the cliffs seemed to be heading deep into a depleted seabed, the wreckage buried beneath the soil recounted the past, and a bottomless rift appeared in front of them.

At the bottom of the deepest abyss, imprison your loved one, use the sword in your hand to cut down all obstacles and bring her back to you.

The essence of the earth fire dispelled the miasma that covered the abyss, the pupil of the deer that understood all things made the monsters lurking in the dark shadows nowhere to hide, and the long sword in Qingya's hand burst out with unprecedented power after being soaked in demon blood.

No, it was more like a sleeping force awakened by demonic blood, and the long sword that had been accompanying Qingya from nowhere finally reopened its blade as the story drew to a close.

And just as the green cliff continued to go deeper, the black water flooded like a river bursting its embankment instantly filled the entire abyss.

Earthfire and dragon breath could not evaporate it, and even if the green cliff slashed down the cliff on the other side with a sword, it would be useless to open up a dredged passage.

Even Qingya's most powerful sword fell into the abyss after penetrating the water curtain and was never heard from again, and the black Xuanshui seemed to be alive, disintegrating all of Qingya's attacks in the undulating breath.

I need the power of the sun to dispel all the wind and rain.

But under this abyss, no light can penetrate.

Perhaps the heavens heard the call of Qingya's heart, and just when Qingya was at a loss, the blazing sky light pierced through the darkness, like a sharp sword piercing through the clouds into the dark abyss.

The brightest sunlight dried the black water and illuminated all the areas beneath the abyss, and now nothing could stop the green cliffs.

And the one who came to the world with the sun was a goddess dressed in green clothes, and from the beginning of the story, the year when Qingya began to become a teacher, she noticed this young man in the distant divine realm.

The story is deflected from the original setting again, the two worlds of man and god should be independent of each other and cannot be observed by each other, but here, the goddess can see the scene of the world through the canopy.

I don't know if Liu Bailu overstepped his authority to modify Di Xi's setting, or the mirage released by Di Xi after losing his power could not completely affect the concubine who once had a godhead, in this story, she still repeats her fate, using all her strength to disperse the wind and rain for others and illuminate the darkness.

Only this time, she is no longer for the sake of all living beings in the world, at this moment, she is only for the people she cares about, and she is also willing to give everything she has.

In the same way, this time, she will never again be subjected to any painful punishment, being human and divine, in her own hands.