The Ancient Spirit Sect, which was still clear just a moment ago, turned into a pattering autumn rain.
White misty water fog spread out on the roof tiles, and in a haze, the four Ning Longchengs and Bai Zang crossed the iron cable bridge across the lake together, arriving in the Nine Specters Hall.
They stepped into the curtain of light, their figures plunged into the darkness, and after their bodies and minds sank down they came to the ancient land of the Underworld.
Ning Xiaoling was waiting for them at the door.
The Temple of the Underworld God was too large, and thus appeared bleak, and as he circled around the front hall, a clear and ghostly moon shadow surfaced in Ning's eyes for a long time.
Within this reclining couch that served as the Temple of the Underworld, a swimming halo of light floated faintly, giving one the illusion of being in the Broad Cold Immortal Temple.
Ning stopped after walking in for a long time and looked towards the h
Ye Chan Gong could no longer recall how he felt the first time he broke away from the gray earth and looked out over the azure planet.She was not able to see too far back then, but she could sense that there should be living beings running around and flocks of birds soaring on that star wrapped in atmosphere. It was a strange sensation; by all rights, she should have had no concept of life at that time.After that it's a 10,000 year long lookout.Without gentle winds and dew, the laurel grows on the harsh climate of the Moon Prisoner.She had watched over the moon for ten thousand years, and before she was capable of setting her eyes on that blue star, she did not know exactly what she was looking out for. It was her long infancy, and her consciousness was blurred as if she were an infant.In her conception, loneliness seemed like something innate to life.On the last day of October, Ye Chan Gong sat on the wire bridge of the Ancient Spirit Sect
The temple of the underworld looked blurry without candlelight.Ning Nagisa stood outside the door of the hall, looking at the figure with his back turned to him, but his original slightly tense mood relaxed.Learning from the lessons he had learned from recognizing Shao Xiaoli wrongly back then, Ning Longjou quietly opened the Eye of Taiyin and sketched the young girl's snow-white figure in his sea of consciousness.It was Ning Xiaoling.At this moment, at the third hour, Ning Xiaoling had put on the clothes of the Lu Marriage Marriage meticulously, and she stood straight, holding the scale, which should be configuring tomorrow's medicine for her master, and Ning Changcheng didn't know whether or not she had noticed her arrival.The moon emerged as a spot of light, so that the point of time, the third watch, was more accurately timed, and as he walked into the temple, the spot of light of the moon came to rest unobtrusively, as viewed from the perspect
In the Golden Crow Divine Kingdom, the construction of the Divine Kingdom had come to its final stage.The borders of the Golden Crow World stretched on and on, and above the swaying sea of flowers of the Sunward Puppet, brilliant rays of light gilded the beings born in the Mother Well.The main hall carved with the symbol of the sun stood in the center of that red sun, as if it were a coiled golden crow and black son.Ning was long dressed in white, like floating snow.He stood calmly at the entrance of the temple, looking straight at the six pillars of myth that rose up to the sky in the distance.He remained dissatisfied with them, and in his mind, the story of the sun was by no means just a family affair of his own.But at least for the moment, these six Pillars of Myth were enough to support this divine Kingdom.Before the main hall, Lu Married also walked out from the divine hall, which was temporarily built with swords and looked like
Funeral for the True DragonThe cold hissing of the ghosts and shadows echoed in the wind, and the faceless figures held jade wattles and touched their foreheads as if they were saying some kind of prayer, and on that face, shocking whiskers grew, like the whiskers of a dragon.The remaining twelve disciples who were meditating were stoic and speechless, oblivious to this horrifying scene.Liu Junzhuo, however, flew into a state of calmness, realizing that her ability to see them and communicate with them was entirely due to the power of the Remnant Kingdom within her body.Can only a being with the Godhead see them?True Dragon. The first reaction in Liu Junzhuo's mind was Candle Dragon.When many ancient gods died, their crumbling corpses would transform into many little ghosts with low magical power, and these little ghosts would die after completing the funeral for their physical bodies.The same seems to be true of the ghostly shaped of
The sound of sharpened swords rang out acerbically, like the sound of upper and lower teeth knocking and grinding together, piercing the eardrums with shudders.Along with the sound of sword sharpening, there are countless black qi, those black qi is like a fox tail, spreading and climbing towards the sky, seemingly wanting to tear the whole sky into pieces.Ning stood on the Divine Painting Building for a long time, gazing over into the distance.The Golden Crow flew out, Ye Chan Gong's figure landed lightly, Ji Xuan bowed and saluted, the young girl gently nodded her head, and then also dropped her gaze to the distance.Ning long asked Xinhu, "Is there still 10% certainty?"Liu Xiwan stared at the black gas that rose to the sky and shook her head, "Not even 10% is left."Ning smiled bitterly for a long time, "So the ten percent you said to me at the beginning referred to the enemy's chances of victory."Liu Xi Wan ignored his mockery and s
The year of the heavenly steed was followed by the year of the original ruler.It's November, and the orbit of the home planet is drawn right up to the proto-junior planet.The Dark Lord lit up the Original Monarch Star in silence.Before Ning was about to kill the Sword Saint for a long time, in the giant abyss that had formed after this ancient splendor had collapsed, Yuanjun silently appeared and stopped in front of them.Thick gases shot out in all directions from the giant abyss, and the earth's crust below was constantly arched and torn apart.At the moment, it didn't seem like they were in the ground, but rather like they were standing on an island in the sky filled with clouds.Ning stared at Yuanjun for a long time and asked, "What are you talking about?"Harakune gradually transformed from his sheep form into a human, he grew a long beard, his head still topped with dark brown horns, and leaned on a wooden walking stick, looking li
In the early autumn, the big clock in the imperial city struck three times. Meanwhile, it started to drizzle with coldness.Shortly before dusk, as one side of the gate of the imperial city opened silently, two rows of paper umbrellas and reddish lanterns slowly moved through the gate.The leading middle-aged man, wearing an official suit and an official hat, walked through the gate and then slightly stopped. With a solemn expression, he gazed at the road veiled by the mist and the rain amidst the walled-in compounds.“Mr. Ning, please go inside.”Mr. Ning was a Taoist priest named Ning Qinshui, who was more than 70 years old with gray hair, still wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist topknot decently.Behind the old Taoist priest were a young man and a young girl dressed in the Taoist suit.The young man was 15 or 16 years old while the girl was a bit younger, both of whom were slim and pretty. They both low
At midnight, the bright moon was high in the sky, the gate of Xiongzheng Palace was closed. The floor palace lanterns inside the palace were all lit, illuminating the interior furnishings brightly with the red candlelight.Ning Qinshui stood at the gate and frowned.The usher was still the Song Ce whom they met in the daytime. Song Ce explained, “This is General Wang Yangyu’s main hall. Since he perished abruptly three days ago, the hall has been locked. However, late every night, the candles in the hall will burn themselves. Meanwhile, an old voice will come from inside vaguely once in a while.”Ning Qinshui frowned and asked, “What voice?”Song Ce replied, “It was too vague to be clearly heard, but according to the palace maids, it was General Wang’s voice.”Ning Qinshui asked again, “Where is General Wang’s body?”Song Ce seemed to recall something. Subconsciously, he clenched his fists and sighed, “Bur