Jing Ye gave Xuanlong a few hard tugs before he came back to his senses, but he suddenly felt that his chest was blocked and he was holding back a wave of anger, hatred and killing stimulated the blood veins in his body, making him unable to calm down for a long time.

Jing Ye glanced at the purple flame that was fascinated by himself, and sweating on his forehead, Xuanlong didn't care about Jing Ye's puzzled expression, but he picked up Jing Ye again with one paw and threw it on his back, and ran towards the cloud ladder behind the stone tablet in the center of the huge tower.

Following the direction of Xuanlong's escape, Jing Ye looked behind the blood-character stele, if there was anything strange in this thousand-foot-high tower.

It's time for the Dragon Ladder to spiral up behind the stone monument!

Yes, there was a ladder behind the stele, the only physical structure in the empty tower, a stone staircase shaped like a dragon, with no end and no head.

The body of the dragon has been hovering upwards to the end of the turquoise light on the top, and the dragon engraved by this huge stone, the stone scale armor is heavy, and the huge dragon body is lifelike and vivid.

But this huge winding dragon with no end in sight was now pierced by countless thick iron chains running out of the stone walls on all sides of the tower, firmly fixed in the void.

Thousands of stainless steel chains floated in the air, nailed to the huge stone dragon's long body, and thousands of ropes wrapped around the dragon's body, binding the dragon in the sky, winding upward!

This is undoubtedly a majestic scene.

And the backbone of the dragon's body was completely hollowed out, revealing a stone ladder more than two zhang wide that spiraled up, Xuanlong strode towards the stone ladder, and Ziyan, who was standing in the distance, finally woke up from the bloody word 'Li' at this time.

In a trance, Zi Yan wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and there was a resentment and anger in his heart, he suddenly raised his head to look at Jing Ye and Xuanlong, and the spear in his hand shook, and shouted: "I killed you!"

Then, he strode towards Jing Ye and Xuanlong.

And at this moment, a loud "boom" suddenly exploded!

There was a roar like a thunderous roar, and when I looked again, the huge stone door at the entrance suddenly flipped and closed, and in an instant the entire huge tower suddenly went black, and even the green misty light on the top dimmed.

At the moment when the stone gate closed, Xuanlong shouted, "Run!"

He strode towards the stone staircase, but the moment he stepped on the stone staircase, flames erupted from the stone walls around the tower.

In an instant, the entire tower was bright, and Jing Ye's eyebrows trembled, as if some formation had been activated, and the entire tower was a little abnormal.

In this distraction, he suddenly found that there was no slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy in this tower, and his psychic acupoint, the sea of snow mountain qi, seemed to be blocked in an instant.

Jing Ye turned over and came down from the dragon's back, sweeping around, the stone wall was engraved with a stone statue of a dragon's head, and the cluster of flames erupted from the dragon's mouth, like a lamp illuminating the tower.

At this moment, Zi Yan walked not far from them, and the corners of his mouth showed a gloomy killing intent, "Now, I guess you won't continue to run away stupidly!"

The lights are bright, the stone staircase winds up, there is no end in sight, the tower is closed all around, and the purple flame can lock on to them at any time and launch an attack, this lingering escape has finally come to an end, and they have no way out!

Purple Flame forced over, but Jing Ye didn't have the slightest sense of danger, instead a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth like Purple Flame, and said to Xuanlong: "Now, maybe you can stop him!"

"How could I stop him!"

Xuanlong raised his claws and pointed at himself, and suddenly said like thunder: "How did I beat this grandson, you are crazy!"

"I'm injured, you don't want me to fight with him now!" Jing Ye spread his hands helplessly and continued: "Besides, you finished taking my pill that day, so you should go!"

Xuanlong was staring at Purple Flame, but at this moment, Jing Ye behind him suddenly raised his big foot and kicked at Xuanlong's buttocks, so Xuanlong flew off the ground and rushed towards Purple Flame with a "whoosh".

Zi Yan was dumbfounded, but when he saw that the thorn leaf turned around without looking back, he walked towards the steps, Zi Yan gritted his teeth, and slaughtered the evil dragon with a sobbing mouth first.

Jing Ye left behind the sound of the two people fighting behind him, and walked up step by step, the stone steps were long and far-reaching, I don't know how long I walked, Jing Ye leaned against the stone wall, and looked at it, there were only two small dots of different colors left in the Xuanlong Purple Flame below.

And at this moment, he found that the steep stone wall with iron chains floating around him was brightly lit, and it was actually an incomparably huge picture scroll, which slowly emerged as he climbed higher.

The majestic brushwork tells the battle of Litian before the endless years, and in an instant, the breath of eternal vicissitudes came to the face, and the long-lost earth-shattering battle was torn apart by a corner of blood.

A golden dragon chariot came into the sky, and there were actually eight huge golden dragons with a length of 100 zhang pulling the frame in front of them, striding forward in the air.

A king on the chariot, dressed in golden armor, with a brilliant crown on his head, and a divine sword on his back, the divine sword was not unsheathed, but was surrounded by five-colored clouds-like divine beasts, as if a sword out of the sheath, it can annihilate the nine heavens and ten earths, the vast sea of stars.

At this time, the king of the world, looking forward with majesty, the flag fluttering behind the chariot, and the ancient word was written on the yellow flag in the most central chapter, 'God'.

And this huge dragon chariot is only in a side of the winding to both sides, there is no end to the ironclad army heavy sword, the army has a long and neat pace to the sky of the white robe and silver armor warriors, there are fairy wind bones, immortal rhyme transcendent negative sword Taoist, and more than ten zhang tall, golden armor giants.

And at the back of this team, there were still a few chariots, but the carts were demon beasts of different shapes, and among these chariots, one person suddenly attracted Jing Ye's attention.

It was a young man with a bare upper body, bronzed skin, and a majestic body, but at this time, the young man frowned, and was pulling a chariot at the front of the frame line.

The young man turned his head angrily and looked at the ironclad warrior driving on the frame, who raised his long whip arrogantly and threw out a whip shadow.

Jing Ye watched, for some reason, there was a sudden pain in his heart, and hatred and anger rose sharply.

At this time, he saw that on the chariot pulled by the young man, the beaded curtain of the car window had been lifted, and a woman with a peerless face was poking her head out and looking at the young man.

Jing Ye continued to walk upward, and saw that the ancient picture scroll was gradually stretched and emerged under the dim light, and at this time, a woman appeared in the picture scroll, and when she looked closely, it was the woman who was half-covered by the bead curtain in the previous frame.

The woman was dressed in a red robe, her hair was dancing like a dance, her face was captivating, she was slender and graceful, her natural beauty and slim figure looked so noble and holy, and the top of her head with long hair dancing was actually hanging a bright moon, blooming with a soft silver glow, like a snow lotus on the nine-day iceberg, sacred and inviolable.

Jing Ye looked at it in a daze, and couldn't help but fall into a daze, the silver light of the bright moon sprinkled down, and the ground seemed to emerge with endless vitality, fragrant grass growing, and flowers blooming, but the red-robed woman's thin eyebrows frowned slightly, and she was slightly melancholy, but she seemed to have a heart, and there was nowhere to pour.

This noble and holy woman, Jing Ye looked at it, and her heart was inexplicably excited, as if she had seen it somewhere, so kind, it was a little more familiar.

Jing Ye suddenly stopped, and her heart jumped, this woman, how much she was like her mother after her transformation that day, her face was independent, and her long snow-white hair was flying through the vicissitudes of this life.

Thinking of her mother, Jing Ye couldn't help but sigh, shook her head and continued to walk up.

The two people appeared at the same time in the extended picture scroll this time, and the peerless woman in the red-robed battle armor suddenly looked back, and at the end of her eyes was the young man who raised her head slightly and looked at this side.

Suddenly, the man was in the dim light.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile, like the silver glow of the bright moon sprinkled on the lotus pond, and the white lotus between the lotus leaves came out of the water, and the flowers bloomed with thirty-two petals, and the petals were fragrant.

When I saw him, I missed my life and forgot about reincarnation!

It's just that Jing Ye looked at it, how many times he looked back and was reluctant, or stopped and stared, and how he imagined when he met Ouyang Hua, thinking that Ouyang Hua ran towards him regardless of his life before, he suddenly felt a little sad and helpless.

followed by the present, the picture that appeared was actually stunned by Jing Ye, as if in the days when Zizhu Peak was happy in the bitterness, after tea and dinner, Zhou Tianbao sandwiched the third layer of the futon The picture of the spring boudoir that was never easy to show people.

In the picture scroll is the scenery after the pair of men and women ** singing, but it is an indescribable and desolate scene.

On the night when the bright moon is high, the breeze is a little, under a fiery red maple tree, the shadows of the trees are swaying, the fallen leaves are Xiao Xiao, and a pair of men and women are intertwined and embraced together.

The woman's eyes seemed to be full of tears, and the man's eyes dimmed to meet her, as if he hated the decision to part.

Ye Yu couldn't help but wonder why their eyes were so sad and cold at this moment, the woman's eyes slipped and fell into their sockets, wetting the maple leaves, causing everyone to be melancholy!

This desolate depression of hatred and parting, like a touching string, caused old ripples in Jing Ye's heart, he couldn't bear to look at it directly, and turned his head sharply and continued to go up.

The painting that followed was the image behind the teardrops.

The scorching sun hung high, the gold-armored giant hung the drum and beat loudly, and the surrounding gods and soldiers were neat and tidy, divided into four directions, and the majestic army surrounded the nine-foot Xingtai in a crowd.

The woman in the red robe and the moonlight was wrapped around the iron chain and locked on the nine-foot high platform, and the sky was thunderbolting in the sky, and the blue and purple and yellow electric light slashed down at the woman.

Standing on the Xingtai and stepping on the chariot in front of him, the king of the world was lonely, and he didn't dare to look at it with his head down.

Under the nine-foot Xingtai, the man knelt on the ground, surrounded by gold-armored warriors, his body was wrapped in bloody chains, and his eyes were full of sadness and despair.

He raised his head and roared to the sky, it was a heart-rending pain, the pain hit the heart, like a knife twisting, like a sword piercing, like a bloody wound covered by a piece of salt and stone.

The man watched his beloved woman suffer from the catastrophe, and roared at the sky as if he was crazy, but he couldn't do anything, Jing Ye couldn't help but clench his fists when he saw it, and gritted his teeth with hatred.

He hates this way of heaven, why is it unfair!

He hates this world, he is always cold!

As the thorn leaves continue to rise, the picture scroll finally extends to the end, the last painting, the demons and beasts in the painting, the immortals and gods, everything, should be the curtain call of the battle of Litian!

Dressed in a golden armor robe, the king of the world held a half-broken Xuanhuang divine sword, looked up to the sky and roared, killing all directions, around him, blood was cleansed, countless demons scattered and flew out, and there was also a person in the distance, it was the young man, holding an iron spear and charging into battle, picking off countless gods and immortals.

This lifeless battle and the raging flames of war occupied the whole heaven and earth, and there were clashes everywhere, every inch of land was fighting, all bleeding, and there was stillness between blood and tears.

In the end, Jing Ye saw that in the top corner, there was a white-bearded Taoist priest in green clothes with a sword, looking at the vast battlefield with a sad expression, as if he had not participated in this shocking curtain call.

And among the grass beneath his feet, there was a baby crying loudly in swaddling clothes.

It's just that his cry has long been drowned out by the endless noise of war.