Under the fierce flames, the long and slender sky steps made of white jade were gradually burned and collapsed. Countless pieces of the white jade sky steps collapsed and rolled down, falling to the mortal world with a dull thunderous impact, bringing with them blood and mud along the way. The body continued to roll forward from Mount Tai, turning into a pile of ruins.
Amidst the roaring and burning sounds, Xiaoyu trembled all over and could hardly hold the red scale dagger in his hand.
"You killed Xiao Tai... You said it yourself, it was you, you killed Xiao Tai!"
"You are Wang Fuyao, right? You...you just pretended to be Xiaomo and deceived everyone, right?"
"You are Wang Fuyao...not Xiao Tai..."
"It's not Xiaomo..."
Xiaoyu murmured to himself.
Wang Xiaomo slapped Xiaoyu with her palm, and Xiaoyu raised his eyes with tears in his eyes and looked at her, "You are Wang Fuyao, right?"
"You're not Xiao Tai, you can't be Xiao Tai... right?"
But before Wang Xiaotai could say anything, Xiaoyu didn't resist at all. He was knocked to the ground by the palm, his clothes burst, and a huge red dragon shot out like an arrow from a string. Zhongtian, Xiantian, and Cong Tian, Gengtian, Guitian, and Kuotian were all rushed by it.
At this moment, countless pairs of eyes looked in one direction.
The cloud tops are cut across, the sky is washed, and the red dragon is unstoppable, leaping straight into the sky.
Everything happened in an instant. Looking at the bright red figure who suddenly left, thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals stood in awe.
Under the East China Sea, the Dragon King of the East China Sea looked solemnly, looking in the direction of Mount Tai, "My brother Qiantang... I have finally overcome this disaster."
On top of Mount Tai, the red flying dragon stepped on the crimson air, and the wind rustled sadly.
It was wrapped in the blazing flames of the God of Light and broke through the barriers between the heavens. In an instant, the wrathful waves of the eighth heaven poured down, and the waves swept into the salty sky, pouring down Mount Tai, and washed away by billions of waves. Heaven level.
Everyone was overturned by the water waves, like shrimps in front of the huge waves, shouting loudly.
The Xiaoyu who used to get along day and night, always following her silently, turned out to be the real person of Qiantang who could not be found in the sky and blue sky. When facing Xiaoyu, it was Qiantang who slaughtered 600,000 people in the Jinghe River. Wang Xiaotai was not surprised. His hair was scattered, and the gorgeous and exquisite hair crown fell to the ground. He looked up to the sky and shouted: "Fuyao!"
"Kill him now! Don't let him reincarnate!"
"Now! Fuyao, destroy the soul! Kill the dragon! Drive him into pieces!"
A white-clothed swordsman came from afar from the sky holding a sky-cutting sword. He passed by Wang Xiaotai and chased after the giant Qiantang dragon that transformed into a dragon.
According to destiny, the only person who can clear up the blood injustice of the 600,000 people of Jinghe River is the born morning star, Wang Fuyao.
How to kill a dragon?
Wang Xiaotai has been preparing for this moment for many years.
Before you can kill this dragon, you have to find it first.
Before you can kill this dragon, you have to kill yourself first.
Wang Xiaomo looked up at Wang Fuyao, who was fighting against the Qiantang in the sky for three hundred rounds, her dark eyes filled with tiny light.
She watched the Tianzhan Sword cut a series of scars on Qian Tang's body, but it seemed that it could never cause fatal damage to Qian Tang. She squatted down and picked up the red scale that fell to the ground and was still stained with her own golden blood. dagger.
This is Jin Nan who was shocked on the dragon-cutting platform and peeled off Qiantang's dragon scales piece by piece. It was baptized by thirty-six thunders. The dagger is small but very sharp and can cut through all the gold and stone in the world.
Use Zi's spear to attack Zi's shield.
"Fuyao!"
Wang Xiaotai threw the red scale dagger in the direction of Wang Fuyao with all her strength.
The sound of the blade breaking through the air came from behind, but Wang Fuyao did not look back. He grabbed the speeding red scale dagger with one hand. He held the sword in one hand and the dagger in the other. He stepped on the dark clouds and rushed towards the red scale dagger that had broken through the seventh heaven again. Qiantang.
A man and a dragon are entangled in one place, with a powerful force that penetrates the sky. The sword energy and the wind are flying and dancing wildly. Everyone watching this battle from a distance is trembling in heart and mind.
Even at the moment when she was stabbed in the heart by a small fish, Wang Xiaotai did not stop running the formation. What she held in her hand was the power of faith of millions of believers in the world.
At this moment, the formation is complete.
The white jade heavenly steps are collapsing piece by piece, and the originally towering Mount Tai is also slowly shaking with the fluctuations of strong golden formations.
Jedi Tiantong.
Everyone said that that day, the east was as bright as day, and the golden light danced wildly, as if it was the end of the world.
Wang Xiaotai let go of her hand.
The magic circle that was enough to collapse the entire Heavenly Order, and even Mount Tai, and create the Jedi Heavenly Power again consumed all the spiritual power in her body, and also drained all the power of faith in Jiuzhou, the faith that mortals gathered little by little. The power is raging like a knife on Mount Tai.
The golden pupils in Wang Xiaomo's eyes that were as bright as the golden sun gradually dimmed, and the dark eyelashes hung low, as if the wings of a trembling black butterfly were stained with dew, casting a small group of slightly green shadows under the eyes.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and her body slumped to the ground uncontrollably. When she was about to fall to the ground, a solid and strong arm wrapped around her waist, and the other hand supported her back.
The familiar fragrance penetrated Wang Xiaotai's nostrils and was inhaled into her lungs. The hand on her back kept sending spiritual power to Wang Xiaotai's body. The heat traveled to her limbs and bones, and finally made her heart boil.
"Xiao Moss, look who I brought here."
Changsheng's hands trembled slightly, and he slowly took Wang Xiaotai into his arms, stretched out a hand, and pulled a thin little girl out from behind her.
The little girl opened her big eyes and looked curiously at Wang Xiaotai, who was lying in Changsheng's arms.
"After you told me about Bailian, I went to the temple of Bailian to reshape her golden body. But later I found that there was something wrong with the statue of Bailian, so I investigated it, Xiaomo, I found the reincarnation of Bailian. This child lived a very hard life without the support of her elders. When I found her, she was still fighting for food with wild dogs."
"Xiao Tai, didn't you say that Bai Lian is a very good person? Didn't you ask me to protect and take care of her golden statue?"
"There seems to be traces of the Queen of Heaven behind this child. I always feel uneasy. Xiaomo, when you get better, let's protect her together, okay?"
"This child has a name. Her name is Xihe."
"The lotus of the lotus."
"Let's grow up with her, okay?"
Wang Xiaotai didn't answer, just looked at her tears and watched her cry.
It seemed like she was crying along with her.
Wang Xiaotai gently brushed away the tears hanging on Chang Sheng's face. Chang Sheng's hands were very warm, and even though he knew it was useless, he did not stop sending magic power to her.
It’s great that even now, there are still people crying for me.
She touched Xihe's hair, stretched out her fingers, and tapped her eyebrows gently. A golden lotus seal with a simple pattern appeared between Xihe's eyebrows.
How could there be a golden body among the tens of billions of lotus flowers?
This is the blessing given to her by Xiao Tai, the Empress of Fuyao.
Wang Xiaotai's figure became increasingly bleak. Changsheng buried his head deeply, knowing that he could not keep him. There was a sharp pain in his chest and throat, and he could not speak.
"Changsheng, don't be sad, I will be back."
Hearing this, Changsheng raised his head suddenly, with a pair of tearful eyes, looking at Wang Xiaotai, who was slowly dimming but still smiling.
"Look, Qiantang is dead, and the dragon I want to kill is finally dying. Why am I so willing to leave?"
"Changsheng, don't be sad, don't shed tears, I will come back. Really, I won't lie."
Wang Xiaotai's voice was firm, but Changsheng still watched her pale face slowly fade until it was transparent.
Chang Sheng burst out crying, "Nonsense, you are the best liar!"
"This time, really, really, I'm not lying to you."
Changsheng stared blankly as Wang Xiaotai's body gradually became transparent. Tears were streaming down her face. She still refused to give up. She opened her arms and wanted to hold Wang Xiaotai tightly in her arms, wanting to listen to her lie to him again. A few words.
But before she could exert any force, Wang Xiaotai disappeared in her arms.
In front of her, Wang Xiaomo instantly melted like golden quicksand, turning into a gorgeous wind that no one could embrace or chase.
Changsheng hugged Kong, with her arms spread wide, still maintaining the hugging posture, as if Wang Xiaotai was still in her arms.
She didn't know whether she didn't react or couldn't move. She knelt down and sat in the dreamlike sky filled with gold foil and gold sand, her eyes wide open.
Along with the white jade heavenly steps and the high mountains of Taishan, there were countless gold foils and golden sands that fell into the world.
The Goddess of Wealth, Wang Xiaotai, died today.
Mount Tai collapsed, and Jiuzhongtian was no longer bound by Mount Tai. It was getting further and further away from the human world, but in the Jiuzhongxiao that was getting further and further away, bursts of bells were ringing.
That's the Ascension Bell buzzing.
Today, the only orphan king in Jinghe slayed the dragon and ascended.
Qiantang was chopped into pieces by Wang Fuyao, and the dragon's blood and dragon corpses fell into the world along with the ruins in the sky.
But this time, Wang Fuyao carefully cut Qiantang's dragon soul into pieces to ensure that there was no possibility of his reincarnation.
From now on, she will also keep a close eye on the human world. If there are any suspicious signs, she would rather kill them by mistake than release them by mistake.
Under the East China Sea, the Dragon Palace is high and spacious, with a glorious throne. The Dragon God of the East China Sea turned into a dragon shape and curled up on it, crying in despair.
God is going to destroy the dragon clan!
The moment the formation was formed, Wang Xiaotai sent out the black-robed priests and the heavenly soldiers and generals who had not been exhausted in the formation.
The heavenly steps collapsed, Mount Tai collapsed, and Wang Xiaotai sacrificed his body to achieve ultimate heavenly power.
In addition, after Wang Xiaotai's death, Wang Xiaotai shed blood and tears on the golden statue of Empress Fuyao in all the temples on the land of Jiuzhou, and established two new chapters of heaven.
The first is, there is a reward for slaying the dragon.
Wang Xiaotai has stored a formation in all Fuyao Temples. Through this formation, as long as there are enough spiritual stones, mortals can also slay dragons, summon thunder, drink dragon blood, and eat dragon meat.
And whoever succeeds in slaying the dragon can obtain the endless property and treasures left by Empress Fuyao.
After Empress Fuyao ascended, she controlled the human world for three hundred years, during which time she plundered numerous gold, silver and jewelry from believers. These properties may not be valuable to gods, but to mortals, this is a fatal temptation.
Take from believers and give back to believers.
Wang Xiaotai wants no one in this world to dare to become a dragon again.
Article 2: Those who are passionate will die.
In the future, if anyone becomes an immortal, he must stop all love and desire and is not allowed to have any emotions.
The gods are emotional and the three realms are restless.
The sacred tree of marriage planted in front of Fuyao Temple spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into ashes. The three-life stone beside the Yellow Spring collapsed inch by inch.
Anyone who violates this rule will sink into the weak water for a thousand years, his divine power will be lost, his godhead will be shattered, he will become a mortal, and he will never be allowed to ascend again.
Wang Fuyao came here covered in blood. When she landed, she only saw a field of gold sand and gold foil.
She ascended successfully, but her face was pale and she looked at everything in disbelief.
Li Jiutuan arrived immediately and fell silent when he saw the new rule of heaven that Wang Xiaotai had obtained in exchange for his body sacrifice.
"Jiu Tuan, Xiao Tai, Xiao Tai is broken..."
"I can't catch her, I can't catch her, why, why?"
Wang Fuyao knelt on the ground and hurriedly grabbed the dust on the ground, praying to find a little bit of Wang Xiaomo's soul from it, even if it was a little fragment, she could send her into reincarnation.
Then she will have an afterlife.
"Where did her soul go? Why can't I catch it?"
"She was still here just now, and she snapped in front of me and broke into pieces."
"Jiu Tuan, please help me..."
"Get her."
"I want to take her home..."
"We want to go home..."
Li Jiutuan gently grabbed Wang Fuyao's finger and said softly, "She is dead."
"Fuyao, Xiao Tai, she is already dead."
Wang Fuyao was at a loss, like a child who had done something wrong, "I thought she had forgotten, I thought she..."
"She already knew that fish was from Qiantang, right?"
"She has known for a long time that she will die, she has known that someone will come to kill her, she is always like this, she knows everything..."
"Why didn't she tell me!"
"Why didn't she tell me?"
"Why didn't she tell me?"
Wang Fuyao howled and called Wang Xiaotai's name.
Xiaomo, Xiaomo, Xiaomo!
But there is no longer Wang Xiaotai in this world.
At this moment, Changsheng and Xihe had gone down the mountain. She had found Bailian. She believed that Wang Xiaotai did not lie to her. This fool must be waiting for her and Bailian somewhere.
She gave everyone a way out, except herself.
She is just an idiot, the stupidest, stupidest idiot.
Without herself, she would definitely not be able to take good care of herself.
She had to find her and not let her suffer.
After the sky collapsed and the earth fell, ruins were everywhere around Mount Tai, but the sun still shone brightly in the sky.
Changsheng took Xihe's hand and strode towards the world.
Ahead, the sun shines brightly.
Ahead, there is Wang Xiaomo.
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(End, Sahua () warmly congratulates Xiao Tai for finally killing the dragon she wanted to kill the most!)
(In the next book, I will still love the heroine, have no CP, and pursue a career.
However, the theme of the next book is no longer about revenge. The main plot is probably infrastructure. It is more relaxed and funny, which allowed me to ease the tears caused by Xiaomo. However, it is also non-mainstream infrastructure, so I will try my best to make a group portrait. )
Hahahaha it’s finally over, I love you all! Thank you all for your continued support!
By the time you read it to the end, you should be able to tell that the ending of this book at the beginning was more...be than it is now.
In my setting, the last scene when the book ends is Xiaoyu killing Xiaomo, with no follow-up, no salvation, and no reincarnation.
Except for Xiao Tai, everyone has a perfect ending, but Xiao Tai is dead.
In the setting, the last sentence of the book was originally: She still failed to kill the dragon after all.
But as I wrote, I saw everyone’s love for Xiaomo. This love for Wujiwu even sometimes reaches me. This makes me flattered, and I know that there are really people in this world who can empathize with me. .
On the other hand, Xiao Tai appears more and more vividly in my world. I shed so many tears for her. I wrote many chapters while crying. I really don’t know how many tears I shed for her. Poor, mighty little moss.
I began to be dissatisfied. Why should she die because of my words?
This world is so big, there is always someone here for you, there is always someone willing to save you.
If once is not enough, then twice, if twice is not enough, then three times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times...
Until you are saved by me.
Goodbye everyone, see you in the world if we are destined to do so! Moma (^з^)
(End of chapter)
