In the fantasy world, the clouds and mist are rising, and the branches of fairy trees and tall grass are looming. Only within the reach of his footsteps can Xiao Yan see things. No matter what spell he casts, the mist will take shape in time, either a monster or a human form several feet tall, and devour it. It was as if a pair of eyes were watching him from behind, observing his every move.
Xiao Yan didn't like the feeling of being spied on. Ever since he fell into the shallows under the cliff and met the squirrel, inexplicable and wonderful things happened one after another. First, the ghost of hell followed him and whispered in his ear. Confusing his mind, he finally entered this illusion. It is said that Maoshan gathers the purest spiritual energy in the world, attracting the No. 1 Immortal Sect Shangqing Sect to reside here. Unexpectedly, there is a cave in the back mountain, hiding such a strange place.
"Excalibur Thirteen, obey the order." Xiao Yan grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, pointed the sword forward, and his momentum was like a rainbow. He concentrated all his strength on the sword, and then swung it violently, and the sword energy was like thunder from the sky. , quickly and fiercely, cutting through the thick fog more than ten meters in front of him, the clouds dispersed, and the soles of his feet were actually solid yellow sand.
"Brother Xiao, what took you so long?" It was Tao Hongjing's voice, and his figure in front of him disappeared and appeared in the clouds and mist.
"That's right, Xiao Yan, you have the nerve to laugh at me, you're the one holding me back." The girl pouted and snorted coldly, wearing a double bun and standing in front of Tao Hongjing with her arms folded across her chest.
Xiao Yan had been trapped and wandering here for more than a few days, so he was naturally excited to see someone familiar. He hurriedly took two steps forward, intending to get closer to the two of them. But the strange thing is that when he took a step forward, the two people in the cloud and mist took a step back, causing him to keep walking forward.
Xiao Yan stopped, alert in his heart, raised his sword and prepared for battle, frowning, "If you are not Brother Tao and Liu Zhen'er, who are you?"
"Jie Jie--you are indeed a good man of the Xiao family. He woke up from his phantom disappearance so quickly." A mysterious voice came from the sky above.
Xiao Yan was solemn, using his internal energy, his voice was like a bell, "Who are you? You have the guts to come out and see two moves."
"Haha, you ignorant kid." After he finished speaking, the wind and sand suddenly started to rise, the clouds and mist dispersed, and a roaring tornado blew up. Xiao Yan was so confused that he couldn't open his eyes, and was swept up to the sky. I don't know how much time passed, but Xiao Yan's hair was already disheveled, and his face was covered in fine gravel with bloody streaks. The wind gradually died down, Xiao Yan started hiking in the desert, and finally saw an ancient city.
An artificial river reflects the afterglow of the setting sun, and patches of ancient buildings are distributed between pagodas and canals. Under the fine sand, government offices, temples, monks' residences, stables, markets, watchtowers, daily utensils, documents in Chinese on paper, wooden slips in Chinese, and documents in Karasu lie quietly there. The ancient city is sleeping as if under magic. , the strange silence made Xiao Yan's heart surge, and he was inexplicably surprised.
The moon shines on the Great Wall in autumn, and Qilian is lined with white snow. The white horse has a jade saddle, the sound of the Qiang flute, and the long yellow sand. The envoy looks at his hometown and fists with affection, and the heroic spirit of the general slaying the blue dragon reaches the sky. Camel bells ring intermittently, and smoke rises straight up from the desert.
The exotic scenery made him stop and look back, but when he wanted to step forward to ask, before the locals wrapped in turbans could babbling to answer his questions, a strong wind blew and swept him away again.
A young man sat high on the horse, holding an iron bow in his hand. He sat upright on the horse with the corners of his lips slightly curled up, squinting, as if he were looking at the people of the world crawling for survival under his feet.
With his back to the setting sun, the rays of the setting sun seemed to be rimmed with red and gold on his body, giving people a sense of warmth. However, the coldness from his falcon-like eyes made this warmth disappear in an instant. Mi.
"Kill -" the soldiers' voices were deafening, resounding throughout the sky. On the majestic horses, the young general sat upright, solemn in his shirt, his black armor shining brightly, and the spear in his hand was cold, pointing diagonally towards the sky in the morning light.
Accompanied by the shouts of charging into battle, sharp arrows whizzed past the ears, swords clashed, and screams were heard everywhere. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and arrows like a rainstorm flew through the armor and uniforms, splashing Blood was thrown in the air, the soldiers' heads rolled to the ground, and the lingering heroic souls seemed to still roar in the hazy air.
A pair of blood-red eyes flashed with hatred on their ferocious faces. The air was filled with an increasingly thick smell of blood, the sky was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the ground was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.
The young general's beloved woman was dressed in red and stood on the wall. Her neck was held by the enemy with a sharp knife, threatening to retreat. Tears streaked across the woman's face. She looked deeply at the young man and shook her head lightly at him.
She looked around at the tragic city. The city was covered with charred traces of war. The soldiers coming and going were very nervous. The smell of blood and burning filled the city. Then she pushed away the people behind her resolutely. Jump off the city wall to protect the people behind you.
His pupils dilated in shock. He reached out to grab the woman's figure across the moat, but only saw blood splattering everywhere. He suppressed the sadness in his heart and gave an order. The war drums suddenly sounded like a storm. This was the sign of a charge. At the command, the drums on the two flanking walls echoed and sounded at the same time. The sound of the drums shook the sky and filled the entire heaven and earth.
The melee of swords and swords had long since ended, and the armored sergeants fell to death in a pool of blood. Their blood-soaked clothes were wrapped in blurred flesh and blood.
There are still people who are dying, crawling with difficulty among the stumps and broken arms. Their blood-stained faces reveal a look of fear mixed with despair and hope, and weak moans come out of their mouths, which are blown away by the howling wind. , filled the air together with the smell of blood, and drifted away.
The battlefield was extremely smelly, but he was the only one willing to look for traces of the woman. Even though his hands were scarred, even after searching for three days and three nights in the mass grave, those phoenix eyes remained as persevering as ever. Others advised him to leave, but he knelt down on the ground while he was above him. He was lying on the ground in a mess in his rich clothes. He kowtowed and asked the sky: "Can you help me...can you save her..."
The flames of war dissipated, and the woman was covered in blood, and he held her in his arms with treasure in his eyes. The God of Thunder and the Mother of Thunder were angry and dropped heavy rain to wash away the sins of all living beings. Only his body was scarred and he looked up at the sky, holding her fallen body between heaven and earth.
Xiao Yan's tears flashed. He was like a wandering soul floating on the battlefield. He watched the whole thing without doing anything, as if his fate was foreshadowing something. As dusk gradually came to an end, Xiao Yan's soul was gradually pulled away. After the bone-gnawing pain, his soul and body finally merged into one, and he woke up on the ground.
What you see is a wall made of stone, with a few candles placed in the cracks of the stone, glowing with a warm red light. Xiao Yan straightened up and looked around. There was only a dressing table and a stone bed in the stone room. There was a bronze mirror that had been covered with dust for a long time on the dressing table. There was an ancient painting hanging on the stone wall. There was faint spiritual energy flowing in the stone room. It seemed to be a room. The nun's residence.
The painting shows a woman dressed in green. Her features are clear and clear, and the moonlight is as blurry as to make it difficult to see clearly. The water droplets on her eyelashes reflect the candlelight, like the morning dew at dawn.
Her eyes are clear and sad, her expression is elegant, her eyebrows are cold, her face is like ice, and her eyes are like stars. The loose hair is black and straight, and the broken hair sticks to the face, making the skin even whiter. There is a red cinnabar mole between the eyebrows. She is holding a flower in her left hand and a green lotus in her right hand. She is really like a fairy from the Nine Heavens descending to earth, making people move. Don't open your eyes.
The ancient painting was well preserved, without any dust or wear. Xiao Yan took a few steps forward, wanting to take it off and check it out.
But as soon as he reached out and touched the ancient painting, he was bounced away, causing him to hit the stone wall and vomited a mouthful of blood. The runes of the ancient painting were flowing with golden light. It turned out that someone had placed a ban on the painting. He couldn't help it. Touch ancient paintings.
Xiao Yan felt that this painting was a great treasure. He clasped his hands behind his back and looked closely, but he found two lines of words next to the painting.
"As graceful as a startled giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon. As if the moon is covered by light clouds, and fluttering like snow in the flowing wind." The brushstrokes are powerful and majestic, and the content of the font should describe the woman's stunning appearance.
There is also a line of beautiful handwriting on the side, "This is a green lotus in front of the Buddha, but the world of mortals has disturbed my heart." It seems that he is revealing his thoughts,
"Qinglian?" Xiao Yan remembered that when he checked the classics before, he had read the records in this area, which seemed to be related to Penglai. But when he wanted to recall it carefully, a figure of a woman in green kept flashing through his mind, calling his name. He lost his mind and couldn't remember anything.
According to legend, the ancient immortal Queen Mother of the West lived on the top of the towering Kunlun. She once gathered the five forms of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, understood the principles of yin and yang changes, extracted the soul of the dragon from the East China Sea, and then used Kunlun chalcedony as flesh and bone, and Yaochi nectar as blood, in the chaotic sky. Five ancestral dragons were refined in the furnace and sealed in the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, forming dragon veins. These five dragon veins control the changes in the five elements of heaven and earth, and dominate the fate of the world and the rise and fall of the country. Three of them live in the land of China. In order to pursue immortality, people who have cultivated immortality in the past dynasties have longed to ingest the dragon soul for their own use in order to coexist with heaven and earth. However, the dragon's veins have spirits. Sometimes they lurk in the underworld, sometimes they hide in mountains and rivers, and sometimes they rush straight into the green underworld. Seeing his deeds, those with extraordinary talents created various magical powers in order to trap the real dragon. Among them, the third generation great wizard of the Northern Wu Clan, Gudu, created the prototype of the seven-star dragon locking formation. Wizards continued one after another, and finally took shape in the hands of the tenth-generation great wizard Uwe. However, when Uwe wanted to use this formation to capture the dragon soul to conquer heaven, he found that there were no dragons to capture in the world. He couldn't help but be disappointed. After careful investigation, Only then did he realize that there was a master of cultivation in the Central Plains who had already conquered the last ancestral dragon in the world before him. He must have refined it long ago. When he was disheartened, he sealed the dragon-slaying magic circle under the altar of the Wu clan. Therefore, this formation has never appeared in the world, leaving only a few legends.
