A huge golden dragon head poked out from the light door, overlooking the wasteland with an indifferent expression.
The golden dragon head was huge, thousands of feet high in the sky, but it seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes. The details on the dragon's head can be seen very clearly. The scales are like light mirrors, and the dragon horns are like volcanoes. They have specific shapes that are difficult to describe in any words. The color is like the finest gold, without a single flaw. But it seems to be transparent, emitting ruthless light and heat, spreading to the wasteland ground.
When this golden dragon recorded in scriptures and Buddhist scriptures came to the world, the humans on the wasteland ground almost went crazy and completely forgot about the Demon Sect Walk.
Especially the believers who were full of faith in Haotian, when they saw the golden dragon that radiated infinite light, they burst into tears with excitement and kept kowtowing.
As an academy student, Ning Que also came to participate in the battle in the wasteland, but he was just a spectator. When he saw the golden dragon head, he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen this scene in his dream. Because the golden dragon head was too far away from the ground, and the plump and tall figure on the dragon head was too far away, Ning Que did not see it.
The golden dragon head releases infinite light, shrouding the world in a golden halo. Light not only represents warmth and love, but sometimes also means punishment and cruelty. Those who spit in the air will only get it in their own faces. People who look directly at the sun will have their eyes hurt by the sun.
The next moment, a series of screams sounded on the wasteland ground, and the pain came and went. I don’t know how many people’s eyes were stabbed by the light. There were also devout believers who had blood and tears in their eyes but still refused to look away. In the end, pairs of eyes actually It was evaporated in an instant, leaving only the dark eye sockets, but the piety on his face remained the same, looking a bit terrifying and sacred.
"Haha, is this the so-called light? You don't even spare your own devout believers. I think you might as well just believe in our Pluto."
On the entire battlefield, the only one who could still stand up straight and look up at the golden dragon was probably the Demon Sect walking 'Tang'.
At this time, Demon Sect Walking had one foot on the left face of Haotian Headmaster Xiong Chumo. He raised his head to the sky with an arrogant attitude, as if the overwhelming pressure had not yet affected him. A feather is heavier.
Although Xiong Chumo previously opened the Apocalypse and received Haotian's blessing, he was still defeated miserably by Tang's violent fist.
"Let me see how strong you, this evil beast, can be."
With one kick, Xiong Chumo flew away like a tattered sack. 'Tang' looked up to the sky and roared, flying up through the air, as straight as the clouds, with burning fighting spirit exuding in his eyes. He punched hard at the golden dragon head that was many times bigger than him.
…
'Tang' did not see the tall woman standing on the dragon's head, because the woman had appeared more than ten miles away from the battlefield, in front of the Master and the other three.
"Tsk, tsk, they say a woman's eighteenth transformation is so complete that she is almost unrecognizable." Yu Liancheng held his chin and looked at the woman in front of him curiously.
The woman standing in front of the three people in Yulian City had an ordinary appearance, or she had no special features. She had a childish look in her eyebrows, the kind that you wouldn't find if you were thrown into a crowd.
But her body is very special. The first thing that gives people the impression is that she is tall, plump, and even slightly strong. From this point of view, women should be quite in line with the aesthetics of the Tang Dynasty.
The Tang Dynasty was the most powerful country and was rich and abundant, so its aesthetic tendencies were more towards plumpness. If a woman loses some weight, people will wonder if she has been tortured by her family.
Then there is 'white', the skin is as white as milk and as smooth as satin. There is no flaw in the exposed skin, and it even feels like it is emitting a faint halo.
Then, this woman's temperament is very noble, indifferent and noble. He was clearly stepping on the grass in the wilderness, but he seemed to be looking down from the clouds, looking at all living beings like ants.
Not long ago, this woman was Sangsang, a dark and thin maid.
"I hate your eyes and your words." Sang Sang looked indifferent, glanced at Yu Liancheng, and said in a calm tone: "Don't look at it, don't say it."
The vitality between heaven and earth fluctuated strongly, and the whole world turned into a majestic mass of malice and swept towards Yulian City.
Every flower, every grass, every tree, every tree seemed to be repelling him.
The earth is cursing and the heavens are hating.
At the same time, Yu Liancheng's eyes and tongue felt pain.
It was as if thousands of needles were piercing his eyes and thousands of knives were cutting his tongue.
If he were called an ordinary person, or even a master in the five ordinary realms, his eyes would have been blinded by this time, and his tongue would have been turned into a ball of minced meat.
But Yu Liancheng didn't, his body was too powerful. His eyes closed and his lips formed a thin line. He took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long roar, which was drawn into the clear sky. The roar disturbed the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth, as if setting off a stormy wave in the ocean. And the majestic malice directed at Yu Liancheng's eyes and tongue was also swept away.
Sangsang's expression was indifferent, and there was still no change at all, but his eyes stretched out with a touch of caution.
"Master, this is your apprentice's wife. How can you be so cruel? If you look at her twice or tell the truth, you will stab her eyes and cut out her tongue. Why don't you go up and take charge of her and establish your dignity as an elder?" Yu Liancheng turned to face her. The Master smiled.
"This is not easy to manage." The Master smiled and shook his head: "Since ancient times, the strong have managed the weak. When have you ever seen a sheep command a tiger?"
Yu Liancheng said: "Why, you can't beat me? You don't have confidence?"
The master looked at the sky above his head, then looked at Sangsang, and sighed: "I have never really fought, so where does the confidence come from? The so-called man can conquer the sky is just an arrogant fantasy."
For countless years, Master has been thinking about how to defeat Haotian.
He thought of many ways, kept escaping, and kept thinking at the academic and spiritual level, but he never practiced it and never had the confidence to defeat Haotian.
This is Haotian's world.
There is absolutely no one higher than Haotian.
Even in essence, Sangsang is just a part of Haotian.
But a part of Haotian is also Haotian.
Sangsang looked at the Master, his expression still calm, and there seemed to be a faint holy light in the depths of his eyes: "Actually, I have no confidence that I can defeat you. You are the most incredible existence in the world."
"Since there is no guarantee of victory, otherwise we won't fight." Mr. Da held the water ladle tightly in his hand, his knuckles turned slightly white, and said with a smile: "Sang Sang, you are my junior brother's unmarried wife. Master, you are Junior Brother is the most respected elder. No matter who of you is injured, Junior Brother will be very sad and sad. Why don’t you all sit down and I’ll catch some peony fish to eat?”
Sangsang said nothing and looked at the Master expressionlessly.
The Master didn't say anything, and looked at Sangsang with a slight smile.
"It's impossible." Yu Liancheng shook his head: "For the Master, it means to follow one's heart without going over the rules. Being imprisoned by Haotian and not allowed to be free, and having to consider the coming of eternal night at all times, how can it be regarded as 'following one's heart' ', at best he is a prisoner.
"What's more, Master loves the world. But to Haotian, people are just food. When they are fattened up, wouldn't it be fun to launch a wave of eternal night and have a full meal?!"
"Master is not only Haotian's most delicious delicacy, but also his most powerful enemy. Looking back in shock, he is three feet away from the sky. Such an enemy will bring unpredictable variables, and it is best if he is dead. Otherwise, Haotian Heaven would not personally descend to the realm and spend countless efforts to lay it out.”
Li slowly looked sad: "Is there no way not to fight?"
Yuliancheng said: "Yes."
"What?" Li slowly cheered up.
"That means your fists are bigger than Sangsang's and Master's. If any of them dare to attack, you will beat them."
"Mr. Yu. This..." Li slowly couldn't laugh or cry.
"hold head high!!"
At this moment, a huge dragon roar sounded.
In the sky, the golden dragon spit out a golden beam of light, which instantly drowned 'Tang'.
After the golden light beam disappeared, 'Tang''s figure fell from the sky.
"Oops, I'm out of luck."
Yu Liancheng shook his head in distress, Tang's body was still a little weaker and was far from being able to compete with the golden dragon. He looked at the master again and said: "Your apprentice's wife will be left to you, that golden dragon and the future. , just leave it all to me, how about that?"
The master nodded and waved his hand impatiently.
"Then I'll take a step first, and you guys can chat slowly." Yu Liancheng's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.
The Master looked at Sang Sang, his face as warm as ever: "Actually, I have a lot of things I want to talk to you about, whether you are Haotian or Sang Sang."
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Wasteland battlefield.
The fighting has stopped.
Both the Xiling coalition and the deserters, under the powerful pressure of the golden dragon, collectively knelt down to represent their submission and fear.
The fighting has not stopped yet.
Demon Sect Walking Tang jumped up and punched the golden dragon head. Although the fist seemed a bit like a tree in front of the golden dragon head, it undoubtedly gave people a strong sense of shock.
However, 'Tang' was still defeated.
Defeated in the golden beam of light, it was like an inconspicuous fallen leaf drifting down in the autumn wind.
Everyone in the Xiling Alliance Army was excited, while the Huangren were even more dejected.
'Tang' fell from a high altitude, all his strength was exhausted, and his body shrank back to its original size again.
In addition, he was already seriously injured, and now that he was hit from a height of 10,000 feet, even if his body was strong, he would not be smashed into a pulp, but there would only be a few good bones left. The Huangren masters were unable to stand upright under the pressure of the powerful dragon. They could only watch as 'Tang' was smashed down, making it difficult to rescue them.
In the sky, a dark cloud floated up from nowhere, suddenly drifted across the sky, and swept across the blue sky.
Dark clouds swept past 'Tang', and Tang Hu's eyes suddenly opened with a bright light. Even the wounds torn by the light recovered quickly, and he was full of energy.
When he was still about a hundred feet away from the ground, he turned around, with a "bang" sound on his head and feet. His feet hit the ground hard, his knees bent, and the ground cracked, but he landed smoothly.
The golden dragon head let out a low roar of dissatisfaction, turning like two burning sun eyes, looking at Yulian City, who was dressed in black, stepping on the void, and looked like a fairy.
Previously, it was Yu Liancheng who saved Tang.
The golden dragon opened its bloody mouth with sharp teeth like mountains of swords, and with a distant and angry dragon roar, it spat out a terrifyingly powerful dragon's breath.
The dragon's breath is made of countless hot Haotian divine radiance mixed with crystal clear golden sand. From a distance, it looks like a golden beam of light. Wherever it passes, the space becomes wrinkled, as if it has been ravaged at will. The power of his clothes was even greater than that of the previous breath that seriously injured Tang.
Yulian City stands in the void, the energy is released, and the majestic torrent of returned true energy condenses into substance, opening up an invisible air shield.
When the dragon's breath hit the air shield, there was just a huge golden wave outside the air shield, motionless.
This picture looks simple.
But the shock it brings is incomprehensible and unimaginable.
The dragon's breath, which can purify everything and destroy everything, can't even break through a mortal's aura.
This is obviously not because the golden dragon is too weak. After all, just the pressure of the dragon almost makes everyone kneel down.
Xiong Chumo, who was seriously injured, was holding the magic staff in his hand, and his whole body began to tremble violently. Fear once again enveloped his body and mind, and a cold air rushed from the soles of his feet into his eyebrows. The already short figure looked even more humble and weak.
Ye Hongyu, the great ruling priest in the bloody divine chariot, knelt on her knees to show respect to the golden dragon head in the sky, but only she knew that her knees had never knelt.
At this moment, he raised his hand proudly and looked at the figure who was in control of the sky, full of admiration.
The golden dragon seemed to realize that this man was difficult to deal with, and roared again, but it did not spit out the dragon's breath, but squeezed the dragon body out of the clouds angrily and forcefully. A golden rope dozens of feet thick was tied to the dragon's body. The golden rope was tight and seemed to be dragging a heavy object behind it.
A moment later, a chariot made of pure gold appeared in the sky of the world. This chariot is so huge that if it falls to the ground, it may not even be able to accommodate the entire city of Chang'an. And on the golden chariot stood a divine general. The god will stand tall and straight like a mountain, wearing a garment made of the divine splendor of Haotian. His appearance is gorgeous, his bearing is graceful, and his expression is indifferent.
The god looked at Yulian City with his eyes that seemed to be burning with light. He slowly raised his arm like a pillar of heaven, and the lightsaber, which was more than ten miles long, seemed to pierce the sky and slashed towards Yulian City.
There is no sophisticated and complicated technique in this slash, it is just a single slash.
But almost no one comes next.
Because this sword is really too big.
The blade of the lightsaber was dozens of feet wide, and the howling wind made it feel like it was pulling off a huge mountain peak, and the devastating blow came, destroying everything in front of it.
Yu Liancheng looked at the roaring mountains quietly, moved his sleeves, and chanted softly.
"Here comes the sword."
Thousands of miles away.
A sword comes flying thousands of miles away.
