Small breaking ball world.
The suspended mountain picked up by scavengers is full of life, with red, yellow, and purple flowers and trees, thick vines hanging from the cliff, and flocks of birds circling with wings spread, quietly suspended above the vast clouds and mist.
The sound of crisp footsteps sounded in the gorgeous hall.
Bai Yujun brought Phoenix to his palace. The luxurious dragon chair was shining brightly, and a red carpet of suitable softness and hardness was laid down along the steps.
Four female officials with similar faces to Bai Yujun followed behind.
Go up the steps and come to the dragon chair.
Turn around gracefully and sit comfortably with your legs crossed.
It feels slightly deserted.
"When the time comes, we have to make the world more lively."
Wait slowly, you need to wait until you are strong enough. For now, raising birds or watering seedlings is actually quite good. No one will disturb you when you are alone. The whole world is yours. Who in the world can be so rich.
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South of the sky, south of the mountains.
The distant place can be called the Southern Wilderness of the Fairyland. One mountain is divided into four seasons, and the sky is different ten miles away. The mountains and peaks become forests, green water, thousands of mountains and rivers surround it, rain and fog that are difficult to dissipate, and dense forests full of vitality.
The place where the main line of Jiuli has thrived for generations, adjacent to the wider world of endless monsters.
It is not a place under the jurisdiction of Heaven, but a primitive mountain forest.
Halfway up the mountain, the village.
The wooden houses are scattered in an orderly manner, surrounded by clouds and mist.
Cliffs and waterfalls rumble.
In the vast mountains of white water, there is a sudden stop and a drop of nine levels on the cliff.
Halfway up the mountainside, there are white water splashes hidden among the green trees, twists and turns, green rock walls, and the river plummets, like a white dragon climbing the mountain. The water vapor from the waterfall at the lowest point rises into the clouds, and the deep green water pool echoes with rumbles.
In the valley.
Beside the waterfall pool, Mu Duo was dressed in the same Jiuli costume, with a pleated skirt and exquisite silver jewelry.
Looking up at Bai Lian quietly.
Feel the coolness of the moisture on your cheeks.
She likes to watch the waterfall, maybe because it looks like a white dragon climbing up and flying into the sky. People in the village call it the White Dragon Waterfall. The white dragon is the reason why she stands here and stares quietly. In her long life, the girl who turned into a white snake turned into a white dragon. occupy the most important place in memory.
Her presence can be felt in the dark, far away, far apart.
News about mythical beasts is always the most popular. Maybe you don’t know who the eight immortal kings are, but each tribe definitely knows how many mythical beasts there are.
Pay special attention to Shenlong.
Ancient mythical beast, rare in the world.
Every time Mu Duo learns about Bai Yujun, it always takes a long time. The battlefield between gods and demons is dangerous, and after countless bloody killings, the peach festival dances, dancing to the prosperity of the world.
Looking at the waterfall, she smiled, her teeth were white, and her eyes were full of that lazy girl.
"Xiao Bai, I feel... we will meet soon."
The valley is quiet.
The sun penetrates the white mist and casts golden yellow, the waterfall is hung with a rainbow, and the lonely figure by the river is among the colors.
The terraced rice fields in the middle of the mountain are green, and the young brother and sister are singing folk songs in the distance.
In the terraced village halfway up the mountain, the totem sacred beast is a lifelike white dragon...
Mu Duo flew gracefully to the top of the mountain.
Looking into the distance, he couldn't hide his worries. The horizon was already blood red, which meant that there was killing and war in that direction. Countless wars between gods and demons appeared in this ancient world for the first time. Mu Duo had seen a war between heaven and the devil that was called hell. It's hard to imagine that Xiaobai grew up in that kind of war.
Perhaps, the war will soon reach Jiuli.
Mu Duo had a premonition.
It is difficult for Jiuli to stay out of the matter, including the demon clan.
If the demon race takes over the immortal world, other races will be unable to escape extinction. The nature of demons is to destroy.
When you are in turmoil, you will think of Bai Yujun even more.
"Xiaobai, I will wait for you..."
The clouds covered the sun, and the drizzle wet the green rice seedlings.
distance.
The battlefield between gods and demons.
The black monsters are like an endless tide, consuming the heavenly army with more numbers.
The golden battle array in the gray wave resisted and counterattacked. They were well-equipped and well-trained. They were inevitably tired when faced with monsters that were not afraid of death. There were too many and they could not be killed. There were only three small monsters flying in the sky and running on the ground. Feet tall, large monsters like behemoths.
The losses were heavy and the Heavenly Army had to retreat.
Wherever the monsters go, they burn vegetation and eat all living creatures, and the evil spirit fills the air and destroys life.
The war is gradually approaching the Jiuli tribe.
Among the mountains, there was a large ancient village where powerful men from Jiuli gathered.
Jiuli's strong men have different ways of traveling. They drive a giant multi-legged centipede over mountains and ridges, ride a butterfly bigger than a house, or sit on the head of a cobra. There are even strong men who control ferocious monsters.
They gathered to discuss how to deal with the war between gods and demons. The war has spread to many small villages. Even the heaven and the demon world feel that they are gradually losing control. Under such circumstances, Jiuli cannot stay out of the matter.
About how to respond.
There is a lot of controversy within Jiuli, and the quarrel has been going on for several years without any results.
At the highest point of the cottage, there is a wide wooden building.
The strong men sat down casually, and those in the middle were the powerful and top strong men. They were vaguely headed by a white-haired old woman, drinking rice wine, and the smoke of the bonfire was curling up.
Mu Duo sat behind a pillar in the outer corner and listened quietly.
Even Mu Duo saw many powerful people for the first time, especially a group of women who were the most mysterious.
The argument was red in the face.
The rain stopped outside the window, and the sun warmed my face.
Mu Duo smoothed his hair on his temples and was secretly distracted. If she had not been a saint from Xiaozhaizi, she would not be sitting here. The discussion would be fruitless. Jiuli advocates freedom and has been fighting against heaven for generations. The hatred accumulated by countless generations is more than The sea is deeper, and countless people hope that both heaven and the devil will lose.
There are also wise men who understand the dangers involved and propose to support the Heavenly Court.
The Heavenly Court was at least somewhat restrained. There were only conflicts and very few wars between the two sides, but the Demons were different. They destroyed everything, destroying the mountains and forests and killing all living creatures.
The quarrel continues.
too boring.
Mu Duo rested his chin with one hand and used the other hand to pick at the texture of the wooden pillars to pass the boring time.
After arguing and arguing, we finally decided to ask the old priest to seek guidance from our ancestors.
A day of sacrifice is held in the village. Young boys and girls dressed in costumes sing and dance around the altar. The silver jewelry is white and crisp. The songs echo in the mountains. Lusheng, bronze drums, music and songs reach directly to the sky. They offer three animals, melons and fruits to worship their ancestors...
The group of mysterious women sang to a certain melody.
The sacrificial activities are full of primitive atmosphere, simplicity and sincerity. At the top of the altar is the white-haired old priest, communicating with the ancestors in the ancient Jiuli language.
As one of the many saints, Muduo must dance with other saints near the altar.
It can be said that there is no one in Jiuli who cannot sing and dance, and it has been deeply rooted in their blood.
The fire burned brightly.
There was a roar.
The red flames jumped more than three feet high...
Mysterious ancient melodies, vast sacrificial activities, no matter how high your cultivation level, you must be extremely pious, hoping to be guided by your ancestors to tide over the disaster.
After a long time, the sacrifice was over, and Mu Duo wanted to know the result.
The singing and dancing in the village continued, and the strong men gathered around the old priest and returned to the broad wooden building.
The old priest drew a picture.
Everyone, including the old priest, didn't understand.
The ancestors may have hinted how to deal with the war. The handwriting on the painting was messy, and one could barely make out the lightning, monstrous floods, ferocious flames, and what seemed like a terrifying giant beast. No one could understand what it meant.
Mu Duo was surprised. She could see that the painting was clearly a dragon...
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