Fire floats on the water and turns into ping pong, wind condenses in the sky and turns into clouds.
Liu Xiyuan stood in the middle of the cave, looking at the disordered visions around her, from which she clearly felt the anger of her eldest senior sister.
Eldest Sister Zhou Zhen Yue is the second person in the strength of the Sword Pavilion, unfathomable, she only wears a thin as a cicada wing white single garment all year round, her outer garment is her full of sword intent, she is not a sword spirit with the same body, but it is said that at the time of birth, there is a famous sword at the bottom of the lake thousands of miles to fly to recognize the master.
Although both Senior Sister and Second Sister were cultivators at the peak of the Five Paths, there was a clear distinction between the higher and the lower even if they were in the same realm.
When practicing the sword within the view, the second elder sister would occasionally spar with the eldest e
On the old road, the willows are like smoke.The heavy dark night pressed down the rising dust in the sunset color, the lights were quiet as the old days, in the post station of an old city, Ning long stood on the promenade and looked at the starry sky, on the bucket-like night sky, the moon was as thin as a hook, separated from him with an inaccessible distance, and he couldn't imagine that he had stayed there temporarily a few days ago.Summer evenings have crept in, and the temperature has turned noticeably cooler, but the air is still darkly tingling with heat, as if it were fine sand rubbing against the skin.Ning looked at the moon for a long time and turned around to go back inside with a burst of coolness.The room did not light a candle, only the Division sitting motionless, her sleeves hanging low, jade fingers in which the change, between the eyebrows of the cold fog, floating with fine ice crystals.Ning long sat down beside her, similarly m
Broken Boundary City.The sky was lit with a light that was not harmonious.The light fainted like a water stain, and the thin canopy looked more like white paper contaminated by dirty water, which could be shattered by lightly scraping it with a fingernail.This was not a metaphor, for the City of Broken Boundaries was originally in the Secret Scriptures of the Mountain, Sea, and Cang Liu, which was the world in the book of the once headless God. The world is the connected pages of the book.Far away from Broken Boundary City on the barren mountains, 'Shao Xiaoli' held the jade branch glowing with white light, her body floating lightly.Hakuzo's body was also floating in the nearby heaven and earth."Is this what the 'world' authority has transformed? Vermilion Bird has indeed betrayed." Shirazo said as he looked high into the sky.Shao Xiaoli's eyes were like moonlight, at the moment she was temporarily attached to Ye Chan Gong, and the wo
In the Nine Specters Hall, the atmosphere of saber-rattling coalesced again.Ning Xiaoling was lying on her back in Siwu's arms, a pair of small paws resting on Siwu's arm robes, and Siwu reached out and stroked her fluffy head, while her eyes with a smile stared at Lu Marriage. Xiao Ling's ears flopped softly between Si Ming's palms.Lu Dangdai also looked at Siwei, her long narrow autumn water eyes also narrowed up a bit, straight and jade, quite like the temperament when she was a big sister in the dream world, austere and inviolable.Ning Xiaoling knew that her master had broken the boundary of the realm, and she was currently nestled in the arms of her sister Siming, her little tail shrinking nervously, and she didn't know if she should tell her the truth or not"Xiao Ling." Si Ling slowed down and instead took the initiative to ask, "Your master asked me if I was sure, is it sure or not ah?"Ning Xiaoling became even more nervous.On the one
The dilapidated king's hall floated in the Golden Crow Divine Kingdom, and the architectural style of the hall's buildings was dignified and ancient, the attic architecture of the earthly world, which had originally originated from here.In the King's Hall, the idol of Xihe is the only thing left intact.Between her hair on the crown, arms and ankles are hanging gold chains, dress embellished with beads and jades are still glowing, she girded waist is very high, will be under the skirt lined with slender, her temperament is elegant, body out of the ordinary and slightly petite, but has a sense of motherhood.Though she was lifelike, she was silent because she was an idol.Like jade on the throne, Siming is lying diagonally, black skirt and robe is like a silk quilt, lightly spread on the body like snow, round and slender jade legs from the throne armrests down, like dipping frost and snow agar branch.The light coming from outside the temple reflected t
On a summer day, the Ancient Spirit Sect was shrouded in early morning light, like a black reef frozen in the southeast.Huge waves and undercurrents have raged across this vast land, and fish and dragons alike have trailed into the waves, either as part of the torrent or as corpses stumbling between the waves.Luo Shu Lou, Ancient Spirit Sect, Ten Thousand Demon City, the huge waves across the Middle Kingdom had calmed down, but these disasters were horrors for the ordinary people that had not been seen in five hundred years.They happen centrally in one year.The northwestern part of the country that had not been eroded by the disaster was already desolate, with only a few ports close to the north having larger cities, and because of the terrain, the northwestern part of the country was closed to news, and it was only an earful of the great events that happened in the other parts of the country.The real panic was in the eighty-one kingdoms of the Mid
Nanzhou's sword shadow ripped through the night, all the way to the thunder and noise, insects and bugs to avoid, the woods, ponds seem to have a strong wind blowing through the forest, leaves and forests rolled and broken, the water surface ripples.While Ning Nagisa and Simian continued to rush along, in the city of the Broken Realm, the battles under the Void Realm didn't stop for a moment.Shao Xiaoli's consciousness gradually woke up, she could clearly perceive that there was an imaginary shadow embracing her in the sea of consciousness, it was the shadow of her master, it was affectionate and gentleShe gripped the moon branch tightly, and instead of repelling her, it quickly connected with the Sea of Consciousness habit, emitting a light no weaker than before.The Lorax rose without realizing it.Shao Xiaoli himself didn't notice much, but in Bai Zang's eyes, the red-skirted girl's posture and shadow had changed radically.She stood in the
The earth turned into a plane, like an ancient scroll spread out, stretching past toward the end of history.The painting style of this ancient scroll was not like an ancient ink painting, it was incomparably realistic, with clear layers of distance and nearness, and the shadows on the scroll would change with the light source outside the scroll - this was the original appearance of the Secret Scriptures of the Mountains and Seas of the Canglong River.The battle between Hakuzo and Ye Chan Palace had severely affected this world, and the Ancient Scrolls World, which had been held up by the divine power of the Headless God, was severely worn out and clearly overwhelmed.Ning drew his bow for a long time, his muscles tense, the body of the bow cackling, almost full moon.The invisible strings pressed into the finger bones, the knuckles strangled and deformed. As the bow was twisted into shape, the Eye of Taiyin glued itself to Bai Zang, and the arrow shot out b
When Shao Xiaoli opened his eyes, he saw a broken sundial.She froze as she looked at the sundial and realized she was in the Astral Temple.This was her second visit to the Star Spirit Hall.Shao Xiaoli moved her arm, she felt a tearing pain, this pain allowed her to feel her self more clearly, with the help of this feeling, she grasped her spirit a little bit, and quickly regained her consciousness.The young girl tuned in for a moment, holding onto the broken sundial and half-kneeling, looking at the dried blood stains between her skirts and the broken hair that had fallen to the ground as she recalled the battle."Sister Szema."Shao Xiaoli wasn't sure if her memory was an illusion as she struggled to get up, half walking, half crawling through the narrow path of the Star Spirit Hall, the flameless candles in the pools on either side of her reflecting off her milky white skin.She pressed her hand against the talisman on the wall, the pa