Dark, windy, and bone-chilling cold.
The fine flying sand rustled the mighty armor, and the dragon spear was used as a staff to provide illumination. I barely got a little bit of inner comfort, leaned forward and walked hard, intending to find a shelter from the wind to rest for the night.
"If it weren't for the lack of death energy, I would really have thought that I was in purgatory."
The armor mask effectively resists the intrusion of wind, sand and dust, and the red eyes scan carefully. Since there are endless monsters in the black clouds in the sky, who knows whether the ground is safe.
"A world that is dry, exhausted, and dead..."
Bai Yujun keeps trying to summon the will of the world.
However, there is no even the slightest weak response, let alone how big the lonely world is, and there is no sense of security without the care of the will of the world.
There is no energy, the spiritual energy is exhausted, and there is not even any Yin energy or death energy.
In short, it is a strange world, including those inexplicable dense monsters in the mysterious space of black clouds in the sky. Only dragon energy and thunder and lightning flames can effectively restrain them. It is strange and inexplicable. Without energy replenishment, Bai Yujun had to reduce consumption and rely on his feet. Explore slowly, since you can’t see the ground clearly even when flying.
The cold night endured for a long time, and the sharp blade of the dragon spear emitted light to illuminate a small area...
The temperature infrared scan showed no abnormalities.
The vibration sensor can only feel the sound of wind and no unnecessary vibration.
If it weren't for the fact that there was still air, Bai Yujun would have thought that he was on some desolate planet. Now that he has reached this point, his mind is slowly beginning to doubt whether life has ever existed here.
In a dark world, a small candlelight walks aimlessly...
…
Slowly, there is light.
A dim light appears in the opposite direction where the dark red sun sets. It must be morning. There is no purple air rising in the east and no vigorous morning sun. The temperature slowly rises and the strong wind gradually subsides. Everything gradually returns to the silence it was like yesterday.
The wind and sand subsided, but ashes filled the sky, and the white gloves made of metal silk were stained with a gentle twist.
A long tassel on the back of the head is prone to ashes.
After spending a long time, he took out a shabby gray cloak that had not been used for a long time, put it on, and skillfully tied the cloth hood to cover his eyes. He looked like a necromancer wandering in the world of death. The dragon spear condensed the light and used it as a staff. It was really... Bai Yujun always feels that this place is not as empty as it seems on the surface, and there is always a faint sense of threat lingering there.
Take a step forward.
The dust accumulated on the ground covered the insteps, leaving a long series of S-curved footprints behind...
Looking at the dark red twilight stars above the black clouds.
The whole world is dead, and the sun is dying. There is no water, no signs of life, and not even an erupting volcano can be seen. This can only mean that the core of the world has already cooled. Why did Hao Duanduan die?
Walking alone for a long, long time...
The combat boots stopped.
Bai Yujun, wearing a cloak, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked out.
A rift valley that was barely a mile in width and long lay in front of him. It was not a break in the natural terrain, but was cut open by a powerful person with a sharp blade. Just the aftermath of an attack left tear marks on the earth, and the ashes, wind and sand were not enough to fill it. As he got closer, he felt a sharp sword force oppressing him.
Bai Yujun frowned.
Raise your hand to lift the mask and feel it carefully.
Dragon scales appear on the pretty face in vain, fangs are exposed on the corners of the mouth, and the throat roars angrily like a beast!
"Roar……!"
The sword intention is very familiar, even unforgettable for life!
It has the same aura as the ancient sword of Longmen Plaque! Possibly even the same sword!
In order to deal with a wild little white dragon who unexpectedly had a backup plan many years later, he laid out killing moves in the small world at all costs, trying to kill them all. Fortunately, there were too many variables in the world and he failed to succeed. No clues were found after his ascension. Unexpectedly, he was here already The world of death has found its remaining sword intent.
The wielder of the ancient sword is very powerful.
Countless years after splitting the rift valley with a sword, the killing intent of the sword still remains.
Bai Yujun felt that the mystery of the death of the world and the sun might soon be discovered. Many dragons came here, and those who left the sword in the dragon gate fought here. The death of the world is related to all participants, and the dragons and each other are responsible.
"What's the difference between a passion for destruction and a demon?"
In Moubai's view, the disasters in ancient times were meaningless. Not only the dragon clan perished, but also countless ordinary creatures.
Jump across the rift.
He continued to move forward without looking back, letting the remaining sword power remain.
Maybe in the future, some genius will accidentally step into the dark void and encounter the Rift Valley while passing by. He will be surprised and lament the ancient god's tyrannical methods and envy him for his powerful power. It doesn't matter. Bai Yujun has never expected other people or monsters to sympathize with this person. The world of death.
The best way to deal with them is physical destruction. Don't talk about reform with violent and narrow-minded people. It's meaningless.
Walked far, far away...
I saw a high gray mountain, split in two by the mighty One, like a split gourd.
Encountering a deep pit again, you don't need to guess to know that it was left behind by an ancient battle.
Heaven and earth have given certain beings great power, but they are destroyed by their ruthlessness and indifference. Their minds are full of destruction and killing, which is a regression of the species. Their thoughts will always stay in the backward slave era and refuse to move forward. It is sad. I want to point at their heads and yell at them. It is best to put them down. All exiled.
Night falls.
The temperature drops and the wind and dust rise again.
Bai Yujun hollowed out the boulder to create a small room, leaving a chimney on the roof.
Block the entrance of the cave and light a charcoal fire to cook meat and bone soup.
Using a weak firelight, I used a pen to record the battlefield trace information in a small book. After calculation, I concluded that all the traces of the surrounding fighting seemed to be left by the holder of the ancient sword. Judging from the traces left everywhere, the person fighting with it may have been a dragon. Time Time passed by and nothing else was discovered.
Sometimes I really want to go back in time, but the environment is so bad that losing consciousness is like committing suicide.
Writing, writing...
The nose moved and the beauty faded.
"Oh my soup! It's dry! I have to make it again!"
In the stone house, people were busy washing pots, pouring water, and making soup again.
Late at night, the little figure pursed its lips and licked away the oil and water, wrapped itself in a blanket and warmed up by the fire, curled up and fell asleep...
Outside, the wind was blowing and the wind was blowing...
The night passed.
Bai Yujun planned to climb to the top of a nearby mountaintop that was split into two halves. The ancients said that you can see far if you stand high. You might be able to find something when you climb high and look far away. She put away the dragon gun and used light skills to jump and climb quickly to climb the mountain quickly.
When I reached the top of the mountain, I accidentally discovered that there were traces of claws on the rock surface. I stretched out my little hand to simulate a dragon claw comparison.
Almost identical, except that the claw marks are larger than his own dragon claws.
When the little hand touches the paw prints...
Suddenly, blurry black and white image fragments appear in the beautiful eyes, switching between reality and images frame by frame. There is a divine dragon hovering on the top of the majestic mountain. The divine beast is as powerful as hell. The mane hunting dragon has sharp teeth and raises its head to roar!
There are figures in the fiery red burning sky...
There is a slight tingling sensation in the eyes when looking at the blurry figure.
The nictitating membrane protecting the dragon's eyes felt much better when it was put down. I gritted my teeth and tried hard to see the shadow clearly, but the picture fragment suddenly disappeared. I was so dizzy that I almost fell down the mountain.
Shaking his head, he opened the water bag and drank the sweet fairy spring.
Take deep breaths to calm your breathing.
"It's human race."
Touching the dragon's claw accidentally triggers a flashback. Although it is too blurry, he can still clearly see that the other person is a human man.
Ordinary mortals will inevitably forget their old hatreds over time, but gods and demons will not. They stubbornly insist on killing them all. No matter how many thousands of years or tens of thousands of years they are apart, it is useless even if one party is willing to let go of their hatred. If they meet the other party, they will definitely plot and use swords. Add up.
To the sword-wielding killer.
Even though Bai Yujun has nothing to do with that year, even if it's tens of thousands of years apart.
Being a dragon is a sin.
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