The dragon roars, and the phoenix **.

The trumpet is like an order, sending all the people.

Three thousand Yueyang people knelt down.

The monks in the city were terrified.

The dragon and phoenix flew with auspicious clouds in the sky above Yueyang, and the endless holy light sprinkled on the zenith, shining in a corner of the world.

In Yueyang City, thousands of people prostrate and bow to the sky. Those cultivators in the mountains of the building are also inherently afraid.

This is Tianwei, and it is also the emperor's power.

The dragon and phoenix are the supreme beasts,

Throughout the ages, whenever the true dragon and phoenix descend on the world, they all carry the will of God, protect the side of the contemporary Son of Heaven, and act as the emperor for all living beings.

Extremely sacred...

So, even twenty years ago, before and after that shocking battle. The power of the saints representing the court side can refine medicine with the essence blood of the dragon and phoenix is also one of the few times.

And every time the dragon and phoenix essence blood appears, it means that a saint who is about to fall is reborn...

As for the rivers and lakes,

There are many examples of refining holy medicines with heavenly treasures such as 10,000-year-old ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum.

If the holy medicine is refined with the essence blood of the dragon and phoenix, it has always been a legend.

It's just that this legend has become a reality today. It was really displayed under the firmament of Yueyang, in front of the world.

As for whether such a spectacle will become a swan song from now on, no one knows.

But for some old people, it has become a key to the endgame of the year...

Because, the royal relics have entered the rivers and lakes. It means that the court is also going to enter the game...

Yueyang is thousands of miles away, on the high mountains, outside the pavilion.

A few cold birds that came north for the winter stood on the branches of the trees in a daze, chirping from time to time. A female bird that went out to forage for food, returning from a distance with half a worm in her mouth...

There are no young birds in the nest now, only an egg that is about to break.

When the mother bird is homing, put half a small insect next to the egg. So he jumped near the branch next to the nest, and screamed a few times towards the people under the pavilion...

Like guard.

As the big drama in the west gradually came to an end, the people under the pavilion dispersed one after another.

Now, there are only two veterans left in the pavilion.

One was dressed in a black-rimmed silver robe, looking at the bird's nest in the tree. One was dressed in a red-rimmed silver robe, still looking west.

Very focused...

"You say, which play is this old man?"

The old man who looked westward, with his long beard, said with a smile.

At the moment, there were only two people in the pavilion. Therefore, he can only say this to another person.

"Twitter..."

It's just that before the old bird-watching path can speak, the cold birds on the branches of the trees have already chirped, as if they are threatening something...

"Shhh

The old bird-watching man mischievously whistled at the cold bird. Then he threw up his sleeves and waved it to the branch...

"Whew..."

A breeze burst out, and a flock of cold birds flew away. There was only one female bird left holding on to the edge of the nest, still in the tree, motionless...

"The performance should be like knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger. ”

"The old man is the only saint who was not in the paper oath of the year. He made a move today, just to tell the whole world that the grandson of the ghost plot still has the protection of a saint in Dongtu. So that those shameless little old men, when they want to make a move, they have to weigh a few points..."

Lao Dao stared at the stubborn mother bird and said softly.

"Not exactly..."

"I think there's another play, the foreplay of throwing stones and asking for directions..."

The old man who looked west retracted his gaze, turned around, and looked up at the branches with him.

"Refining the holy medicine is equivalent to ascending to heaven for us. But for the current realm of the wise master, it is a trivial matter that comes easily. ”

"However, today, his old man insisted on pulling Qingfeng to play a medicine boy, and pulling Renxuan and the seven gods to play a door god..."

"This is not clear, do you want us to choose a place to stand in line..."

"Bang Bang..."

A few frightened cold birds flew back again. But he didn't dare to say anything more, just stood quietly. A few dry old leaves, trembling off by the birds...

"In the first battle of that year, they lost so badly, and Uncle Xiao disappeared for another twenty years. Now except for Li Qingfeng's rebellion, who dares to stand with them. ”

"But, there should be an accident in the palace, don't you Yuyang plan to interfere?"

"Yuyang is just a small city, and it is not our turn to interfere in such a major event as the Jianghu court. ”

As he spoke, the old man who was the first to watch birds seemed to be in a bad mood. Flicking his long sleeves, he turned around and left down the mountain...

"Immortal Xing is far away in the Northern Regions..."

"When the time comes, you won't be able to save us in the southern towns..."

The rest of the old man turned to look at the back of the person who came down the mountain and said lightly.

The old road that has entered the hill has stopped...

"Then let's see where that young man can go..."

"Anyway, he won't be able to die for a while..."

“......”

Dusk and sunset.

At the end of the song, everyone dispersed, and the drama finally ended.

The gazebo was empty, and the cold birds stopped chirping.

The auspicious spectacle of the dragon and phoenix in the west has been present for a long time.

It was dyed red for a long time, and half of the clouds were painted with gold, sprinkling the golden red holy light of a city, covering the entire Yueyang. In the end, the dragon and phoenix circled Yueyang for a radius of 3,000 miles, 7749 weeks. With a roar of heavenly might, dragging two holy streamers, he flew back into the Wentian Mountain.

The dragon and the phoenix returned, and the vision between heaven and earth also faded...

Peony took out the medicine box that had been prepared a long time ago, and carefully put away the holy medicine that had been refined in the medicine tripod. After that, he followed the old man back to the small bamboo house on the top of the mountain...

Until this moment, the old man's drama had already been performed. The rest of the scenes basically belong to the audience in the city.

With the refining of the holy medicine, the old man entered the house.

The bamboo gate at the top of the mountain was closed again...

Whether it is a cultivator looking westward, or a prostrate and prostrate common people. At this time, they came back to their senses one by one, and surprises followed.

The first thing that surprised people was the thousand-foot-high mountain that asked the sky...

Wentian Mountain seems to have regained its former appearance, full of green bamboos, dense and straight. What's more, the cicadas chirp endlessly in the bamboo forest, and the migratory birds leap. Flowers bloom in the grass and butterfly choreography. On the top of the mountain, there is still a faint light in the sky...

Unconsciously, people think that spring has arrived.

Immediately afterwards, what was surprising was the hundred-year-old old lady of the old Wang family in Xicheng.

Half a year ago, the old lady of the old Wang family was already a half-dead person who was about to die. The younger generations at the head of the family also put the coffin board in the backyard, ready to enter the soil at any time.

Who knows...

"Mrs. get out of bed... My wife got out of bed..."

"Daddy, come on, get out of bed..."

"Dog, you go slowly..."

It's not over yet. This old lady was able to get out of bed by herself, like a person who was fine, and was dragged by her own little grandson and ran to the yard. There is no sign of imminent death...

Then the west of the city, the north of the city, the east of the city, and then the entire Yueyang City...

"Brother, how can your eyes see things?"

"Ahh My leg is fine..."

"Oh my God, I can hear the voice..."

"Auntie, the second baby's fever has subsided..."

"You're cured?..."

“......”

Something like this keeps happening.

The holy light scattered all over the city before the dragon and phoenix seemed to be the nectar of the bones of the dead, healing the people of the three thousand Yueyang...

Whether it is a new injury or an old one, a major or minor illness, a serious injury, a cold, or other incurable diseases, in just half a day, all of them have been inexplicably healed and recovered.

It's just that those cultivators who stand in the building to watch the ceremony don't seem to get any benefit.

The wound is still there, and the sickness is still there. Except for the air inhaled and a little more spiritual vitality, I didn't feel any difference between this world and the past...

Perhaps, this is the wonderful combination of Tianwei and God.

Those who cultivate the Tao are cultivating to break through the Heavenly Dao to prove immortality, and they swear to be higher than the sky. It's against the sky...

How can the heavens give gifts to those who rebel against the heavens?

In the reincarnation of heaven and earth, the cause and effect of gain and loss have long been decided......

Ask the top of Tianshan Mountain, inside the small bamboo house, study.

The glow flickered on the bamboo bed, and the golden scent of blood diffused from the brocade box, filling the entire bamboo house with vitality.

At this time, in the study, there were only the kind old man and Xia Xun who was lying on the bamboo bed for half a month, an old man and a young man.

Xia Xun was still like a corpse, and the Nine Dragons brocade box was lying quietly beside him...

The box was filled with golden and red ointment, which seemed to be unformed and transparent. The terrifying aura of energy was condensed into a thin electric current, just like the blood veins and meridians inside the human body, perfectly fused into the extremely vigorous plaster.

The old man's hands were glowing with soft purple, and he twisted up the ointment one after another, carefully applying it to Xia Xun's lacerations.

The purple mangs are embedded in the seams, gluing the wound and making a "squeak" charcoal burning sound. Electricity passes through the plaster, piercing into the flesh on both sides of the wound. Filaments are formed to reconnect the broken and depleted meridians together.

The red glow was rolling under the paste, and it was constantly wriggling. The furious aura hidden deep in the flesh and blood, like countless maggots, frantically devoured the oozing medicinal liquid.

Silence and life are merging...

At the same time, the heaven-covering enchantment in Xia Xun's body, which was almost collapsing, was gradually activated again under the nourishment of the holy medicine. Between Xia Xun's flesh and cortex, a barrier was formed and spread...

With a box full of ointment, lacerations were embedded one after another, obscuring the red glow.

The white flesh between the wounds grows rapidly at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. One by one, the vitality was full of vitality, along the current and meridians, through the red rays, and into the heart that had been dormant for many days.

The small heart gradually changed from the original maroon to a strange bright red. It changed from bright red to a faint golden red. The slightest electric current surrounds the meridians and the heart, and the light and the light are staggered...

"Boom... Boom..."

The heart, it's starting to beat...