King Xuanwu was persuaded to come back, but he didn’t believe it. After all, the two men had different roads. It’s hard to say that this race is closer. He can also comfort/deceive himself like this.
Li Yu, who is holding a budding seed, is not talkative. He smiles and signals him to lead the way to explore this reincarnation.
"This place is where I found some clues in my ancient books. In the past, it was also the fiercest area of the exotic war in the fairy land. There was an immortal king, the immortal king, whose blood was stained with mountains and rivers, and the resentment was eternal."
When Xianwangkou finally found this place, he also explored it, but everything involved in reincarnation was mysterious and strange. If he acted without authorization, it would be easy to change, so he returned to find help.
The fairy king of Xuanwu, who claims that the number of divination is extraordinary and free from vulgarity, was naturally found by him. After all, this vein was once brilliant, and he was a terrorist figure with a similar identity as a brother.
They walked all the way through the fairy king, and naturally there was nothing to hinder them from coming straight to the depths. The mountains ahead were steep and majestic, and the mountains were covered with clouds as if they were filled with white fairy dust.
Beautiful peaks, ancient trees take root, strange stones stand upright, and silver waterfalls hang down. The white fog is too thick and looks very ethereal, which adds a mysterious fairy flavor.
"Since ancient times, the combination of Yin and Yang seems to be full of vitality, but it is also a representation. In fact, once the poles are reversed, it will be a disaster for the spirits in this world."
The tortoise shell in Xuanwu King’s hand shines with strange lines, which are made by smelting tortoise shells of their single pulse instrument from past generations. The essence of each generation is condensed, which is equivalent to the fact that all ancestors have predicted and deduced together, with extraordinary effect.
Xuantong glanced over and Li Yu was hidden in the sun be the spirit. This is indeed a huge mausoleum. It originated from the bloody battle between the two realms and the immortal king. After the war, the whole management was separated and developed for a long time. The yin is extremely heavy here, just like the underworld.
When I got here, the environment gradually changed and the peaceful scenery receded into a ghost. The prison wind whimpered and I couldn’t see the stars and the moon. Only a twisted face wailed and rose with a bright spot to illuminate the surroundings.
That’s the soul that has never rested. After they ascend to heaven, they will fall again and repeat this process, which seems to have replaced the sun and the moon. It’s a bit scary.
"I stopped here at the beginning, and there was a faint breath of the future of the ancient era."
Finally, I focused my attention on the front mountain, which is magnificent and connected into a black hill. More than a dozen ancient graves are adjacent to unknown creatures, which are more ancient than the battlefield, because it is difficult to gather when the fallen king buried his bones.
Here, the ground is full of colorful lights, which is the most amazing burial ground. It is also said that it is unusual to recognize that the fairy land merged with other ancient worlds.
"The layout here is turning to that piece of heaven and earth. Is there someone to follow suit in the future, or is there more than one area like that?"
King Xuanwu recalled that it was in this ancient land that Master Zuji was dug up to sell fake drugs, and after three knocks and nine worships, he drove people back to life. Both the master and his disciples were arrested and used as children.
Especially that grandmaster was the most amazing, but he also stole the family tribute and left a famous saying, "You have to go against your will."
Hey!
At this time, there was a mass of yellow mud flying out of the pile grave, which was the immortal Wang Xian. After the death of Wang Zhan, their incomplete flesh and blood piled up and entangled with each other for generations to form this kind of thing.
Li Yu raised his hand and fingered the dark fairy gold. It was exposed in an ancient millstone, enlarged and directly crushed the yellow mud, which would be crushed and fried.
When the wind passed by, the soil layer was overturned. There was a broken face, and half of the eyes were cracked. Two bloody eyeballs turned and stared at him.
This is definitely not the size of a Terran head as big as a star. It looks like a fierce beast with blood and luster. It doesn’t dry up, and it looks like a monster at this time
"the remains of the immortal king"
The immortal monk Wang Yi was about to make a move before, but Li Yu stopped him from turning into a grinding fist to suppress it. He enveloped the immortal king’s half head and refined it, as if to melt all the scenes of the two-domain war into the fist.
Punch printing is a great robbery in the world, and all battles in ancient history will be presented. This skill is suitable for troubled times, and the more turbulent it is, the more it can sharpen itself, and the more it can be transformed, the stronger it will be.
"This place is also called a step-by-step murder, but we, the four fairy kings, are also afraid not to touch those strange cracks, so we may be involved in the past and the future."
King Xuanwu pondered and found that there were some cracks in the grave, and the distribution was very messy. During the long river waves, fragments danced.
When everyone passed by, they saw the past picture from the gap. It was a bloody battle between the two worlds, and the scene was almost driven to the West Gate of Fairyland. A special figure appeared in another picture. It was the ancestor sacrifice spirit!
But a long time ago, she disappeared. It is said that she can’t return until she enters the sea.
Li Yu, on the other hand, saw some pictures of the future, which I don’t know was that the dark fog swept through the fairy land and even the exotic land was fragmented. It seemed that he had experienced a terrible war, but there was no sign of the immortal king of the fairy king
Beyond the grave, there is a barren hill, and there are no ghosts and spirits, and there is no shock. There is a two-foot-high palace in the ancient and modern secrets.
Everything looks so simple and rough, and the original engraving remains.
"An ancient temple has the style of emperor’s declining years."
The immortal monk king whispered that the ancient monk vein also left some ancient buildings, which are very similar to those made of special stones, not necessarily worse than today’s immortal gold belongs to that glorious period.
"Is this record the collapse of Heaven in Fairyland?"
Suddenly, the fairy king’s eyes were fixed on a stone carving, and the heaven was shattered, and the quasi-world tree was flying away. The most strange thing was that there was an ancient temple hanging in the sky, constantly rushing out of the ferocious figure with black fog, which was very magical.
Heaven was destroyed, and an ancient temple was there! It surprised them that such a thing was recorded here, and they found many murals one after another. There was a terrible war, and creatures came from the other side of the sea to clean this shore. All the immortals faced the kings and withered.
Their flesh-and-blood road blocked heaven and earth and became a terrible shackle. Then the picture turned to the boundary sea, and a figure appeared. Every step he planted, there was a bright spot, which took root in the boundary sea and took root in the broken ancient world.
Soon after this man’s murals appeared, he withered the earth one by one, so that when the vitality returned to its peak, it took root and sprouted, and a species engraved the traces of this ancient history and their methods.
It’s a pity that he didn’t have many murals, and most of them were recorded as inaction. He also killed the king and planted the harvest picture as a species to pick up the fruit. Until finally, his body’ collapsed’ into several kinds and poured into various ancient worlds. Many creatures scattered around him disappeared into historical sites.
"Is it his terrible, black-hearted creature who sells fake drugs that turns out to be the end of scattered days? Does he create a special law? Will it break the king and see the emperor when he returns?"
In the end, the three of them murmured that they were very curious and afraid of that. The fierce name was brilliant, and there were many kings who were killed by blood. Once they returned, there would be great changes, maybe even the big liquidation day.
The last stone carving is to remember that there are three figures standing outside the door of an ancient temple. There are few features. One is hanging a big clock, the other is wearing tortoise shells, and the other is barefoot. At this time, there is no figure of Li Yu.
Those are ancient paintings carved with huge stones, which have been mottled for years, but those scenes are like real reflections, which makes them immersive.
"No, in the years, or … please enter the urn?"
Li Yu’s eyes flickered on the last stone carving, which was faintly felt to imply something. The other three people also found this point and could not help but say, "Maybe there are years of reincarnation."
They chose to enter the ancient temple, and the ancient stone gate was pushed and dusty, and the years were overwhelming. It seemed that there were waves and rivers rushing by, and they saw the wave figure, the protagonists of each era.