Jiuxiao

Across the crowd, the giant dragon made of flames flew towards the altar without any haste. Everyone thought it was a real dragon.

The meaning of the dragon to the monster clan is not as supreme as that of the gods like Nuwa Pangu, but it is still an auspicious beast. One of the ancient spirit beasts is the Qinglong, but the Qinglong clan has long been involved in the battle between the fairy and the demon. They were all killed and injured, and now there are still some Chilongs and Jiaolongs who survived, and they can be regarded as the same family as Qinglong, but naturally they don't have the power of the beast Qinglong. Chihong, one of the ten elders of Beihai Ruins, Its real body is a flood dragon.

Zhou Yin took the jade plate from the witch's hand, put his right hand on the fire seed, and raised it slightly, the fire seed closely followed the movement of his hand as if being pulled.

The giant dragon swooped down from the sky and went straight to Zhou Yin. When everyone thought that Zhou Yin was about to be swallowed, the dragon just passed over his hand and took away the fire, which was as clever as clumsy.

It is as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a swimming dragon, with a long and distant sound, silent and silent, as if it is light with the wind, as if it is spewing out fragrance, shaking the mountains and swaying the valleys.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, this "giant dragon" is the real dragon.

The dragon holding the "bead" circled the statue of Fuxi and flew up to the height of the candlestick. Its huge body was enough to wrap around the statue, but it just bent its neck slightly, lowered its head, and opened its mouth , The tinder fell from his mouth and just landed on the candlestick.

The originally dim candlestick suddenly ignited with flames, shining brightly.

Then, Zhou Yin tapped the sky-cleaning pen in his hand lightly, and the dragon completed its mission, and scattered in all directions with a bang. Amid the exclamation of the crowd, the dragon disintegrated, and ignited lights scattered in the night sky. Like a gorgeous dream.

However, people soon discovered that all this was not over.

At some point, the flames in front of the two statues of Nuwa and Fuxi became brighter and brighter, and gradually changed from the original orange color to a golden color.

Li Ying and the others thought it was the result of Suzaku using spells or spiritual power at first, but they soon discovered that Suzaku was still hovering in the sky without any movement, and the two flames burned more and more intensely, and some The candlestick has already overflowed, and the overflowing firelight suddenly pours down on the people below like water.

Zhou Yin raised his head slightly, and the falling flames fell on his head, scattered, but not scorching, but rather warm and cosy.

Faced with this situation, Zhou Yin didn't understand. So, if the fire dragon just now, and even the giant dragon held the bead to ignite, it was his masterpiece, but now the candlestick overflowed, but it was obviously an accident.

More and more flames flowed from the candlestick, all falling on the top of Zhou Yin's head, and taking the top of his head as the gathering point, covering his whole body in golden light.

Looking from a distance, the people below saw that the whole body of the statue was also dyed with a faint glow. As the flames on the candlestick grew stronger, the light around Zhou Yin became more intense. Even the originally cold and emotionless body on the statue The two pairs of eyes seemed to be feeling something, the brilliance flowed, and the inner spirit was contained.

Not only the ordinary Yaozu people, but even Li Ying and the others were stunned by this strange sight.

"What's going on here, is it the handwriting of the lord?"

After spending countless days and nights in the Beihai Ruins, Chihong had never seen such an abnormality in the statue, and his voice was full of disbelief.He could only attribute it to the fact that the Demon Emperor wanted to see his partner be recognized by the tribe in the ceremony, so he came up with such a way to make Zhou Yin show off.

"Probably not..." Li Ying saw Suzaku who was still circling in the sky, looked down from time to time, her long and narrow phoenix eyes could not hide her worry.

Perhaps, the lord also sensed something, so he didn't move...?

"Do you want to go over and have a look?" Yong Yan asked.

"Wait a little longer." Li Ying shook his head, he intuitively felt that everything in front of him was not a bad thing.

You must know that since the fall of the ancient gods, these two statues have never been so-called apparitions for tens of thousands of years. Today, as soon as Zhou Yin was on the sacrificial altar, there was such a wonderful scene. Maybe there is some traction in the dark Also undecided.

His heart fluttered, and he couldn't help looking at the ice again, only to see the beautiful Qingluan was also staring straight at Zhou Yin, his expression was dim under the cover of the night, his red lips were slightly pursed, revealing a trace of inhumanity tense.

For others, this is a rare spectacle that is rarely seen in thousands of years.

But for Zhou Yin, time seemed to have stopped.

He seems to have entered a space that outsiders can hardly imagine.

From the moment the firelight from the candlestick poured into Tou Sang, the scene in front of him changed.

It is no longer on a high altar, surrounded by voices and bright fire.

There is only the sound of the wind whistling in my ears, and the silent darkness.

There is no void under your feet, but taking one step is no different from taking thousands of steps.

As in the beginning, as chaos.

Zhou Yin didn't know how long he had been here, it seemed to be a moment, and it seemed to be thousands of years.

Then, finally, a voice was heard.

"My way is for heaven."

"My way is for the earth."

"My way is mountains, rivers, sun and moon."

"My way is for all things in the prehistoric world."

Almost in the blink of an eye, the surroundings were no longer dark.

From darkness is born light.

What is born from the light is heaven and earth.

Two balls of light slowly rose in front of my eyes, one was bright orange and the other was soft and frosty.

There is still a little stream of light around, reflecting the earth.

Precipitous mountains rise from the ground, and the big rivers are divided into hundreds of rivers by the mountains, rushing to the sea, and then divided into small rivers to moisten the plains.

It seems that an invisible hand has turned the mountains into plains and turned the wilderness into oases.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, good fortune is work, yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper.

Looking at all this, Zhou Yin felt like the moonlight in his heart, unexpectedly calm like never before.

He doesn't know where his body is, it seems that he has already merged with everything in this world, leaving only a wisp of consciousness, floating around, witnessing the birth of the world and the breaking of chaos.

After that voice, I don't know how many years have passed.

The clouds are rolling and the clouds are clear, sometimes it is clear sky, sometimes it is rainstorm, sometimes it blows hurricane, and sometimes it hangs neon lights.

In those mountains and forests, some grew into towering trees, and were smashed into ashes overnight by lightning, and some of them were still standing after years of wind, rain, frost and cold. The life of the grass is not long, but it is very long Tough, wildflowers are delicate and beautiful, but are likely to wither overnight.

When laughter sounded from the sky above them, this lonely world finally became lively.

At that moment, it was as if the flowers, plants and trees were broken by the laughter and swayed at the same time, as if responding, as if surrendering.

"Brother, why did we walk for a long time, and it was only the two of us?"

The little girl was wearing a white robe covered with flowers, walking barefoot on the grass, followed by a boy about her height.

She thought she liked flowers very much. Not only did she wear a wreath on her head, but she even had a flower in her mouth.

"Maybe, only the two of us were born in heaven and earth." The little boy said.

"Then, who gave birth to the world?" The little girl raised her head.

"I don't know, if we go further, maybe we can find a companion."

"Hurry up, it's just the two of us, it's so lonely!" She said as she galloped up, her feet soaring into the air, clouds gathered under her feet, and her light body flew up like a feather.

"Wait for me!" Not to be outdone, the little boy hurriedly followed, and the two disappeared in an instant.

Zhou Yin's spiritual sense seemed to have a sense, and he was able to catch up with their speed all the way, and followed them through the sea of ​​clouds, climbed the snow-capped mountains, went deep into the swamp, and even dived into the seabed.

The two children finally found their companions, some born of fire, some born of water, and some...

But the world is vast and vast after all, and even a ray of divine sense cannot see all the mysteries. Compared with this, these few people are really nothing.

When the little girl finally grows into a young girl, she feels lonely even with her older brothers and companions.

She separated the aura of herself and her companions, and endowed everything on this earth.

Day after day, those clay puppets made by her skillful hands were also infused with aura and opened up their spiritual wisdom.

Monster Race, Immortal Race, Human Race, Demon Race...

The world is no longer lonely.

Or, the world is never lonely, only the gods are lonely.

As the days move and the moon moves, the peace will eventually be broken one day.

The gods are only born in response to the way of heaven, as part of the way of heaven, but they are not equal to the way of heaven.

The person who really opened up the world has long been integrated with the way of heaven, no longer exists, and exists forever.

So even gods have joy, anger, sorrow, joy, good and evil, and desires in their hearts.

The root of all turmoil comes from that earth-shattering battle of gods.

Almost all the few gods were involved.Under their mana, the rules set by Pan Gu are almost subverted, landslides, ground cracks, strong winds, tsunamis...

In the end, even the sky collapsed and crumbled.

The various races who had just been born and were still in the infant stage looked at all this in horror and awe.

In the face of the power of the gods, they have no ability to resist or dissuade them, they can only tremble.

Zhou Yin's spiritual consciousness woke up from the chaos. He experienced a long period of darkness and witnessed the tragic martyrdom of Pangu with his own eyes. The world he opened up and the order he established were gradually worn away in the long years since then.

As gods, gods succumbed to their inner desires.

And so chaos arose.

And Pangu has long since disappeared.

Zhou Yin sighed silently.

Everything ended when Gonggong crashed into Buzhou Mountain.

It was as if blood was exploding in front of my eyes, the sky and the earth shook violently, and then gradually collapsed. The roar and roar came from nowhere, like a huge vortex, almost entangled everything in it.

Even Zhou Yin could not avoid being severely impacted, even if he is just a touch of divine consciousness now.

Before that, he had already forgotten his situation, he even forgot where he was and what he was doing before he came here. From the moment Pangu created the world, he has been unconsciously attracted by this magnificent scene, Bystanders watched all the way down.

He thought he could continue watching until the end of the world and the moment when chaos was ushered in again.

However, it does not.

Even without a body, one can still feel the pain of the meridians being torn apart and all the viscera being displaced. The consciousness seems to be roughly cut apart inch by inch, and then reassembled in a weird and chaotic way.

Zhou Yin thought of the last thunder catastrophe he experienced in his previous life, and the process of re-strengthening his spiritual root after his rebirth, but those pains were less than one ten-thousandth of this time. The shock that cannot be described in words is like If you have any strength, you must squeeze a square into a circle, squeeze it hard inwards, grind away the edges and corners, and then gradually stretch it outwards to open the arc.

Zhou Yin could hardly bear to breathe and shout, but he forgot that he was just a ray of consciousness without a body, and all the pain and struggle could only be turned into silence in the end.

Be devoured, or conquer it.

Even if the pain was unbearable, Zhou Yin didn't have the slightest weakness in his heart to give up. He just endured, endured, and waited for the moment when he could break free from the shackles.

On the contrary, the spiritual consciousness became stronger and clearer under this kind of torture.

Since a glimmer of light can be split out of chaos, why can't I?

During the long and unbearable separatism, he suddenly "saw" clearly his own consciousness, which gradually strengthened from a weak strand, and then gradually expanded, extending infinitely.

The field of view also becomes wider.

In front of you, in the distance.

Vegetation, mountains and rivers.

The sun and the moon are full, and the stars are listed.

The mysterious world, and even the prehistoric universe.

All the laws of life seemed to be slowing down, the veins and directions of their movement were presented one by one, the pain was slowly subsiding, and he felt that he was no longer just a spiritual consciousness.

Derived from this, there are torso, hands and feet, eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

There was a flash in front of my eyes.

The noisy voice returned like a tide.

Where is there any battle of gods, he is still standing on the altar, his hand is held by the person beside him, and he looks up into a pair of familiar eyes.

"You're fine." The other party said, as if to confirm.

"I'm fine." He twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a smile to appease the other party, and felt that his body was as light and clear as ever.

Zhou Chen felt relieved, with an inexplicable expression, a little surprised and a little happy.

"What happened to you just now?"

"It seems that I fell asleep and had a dream."

Zhou Chen jokingly said, "You did such a good job in this dream, you will be promoted when you wake up."

Zhou Yin was slightly taken aback, only to realize that he had unknowingly advanced his cultivation base, and he had jumped from the middle stage of Golden Core to the late stage of Golden Core, and jumped to the early stage of Nascent Soul!

This kind of adventure has never been seen before.

He couldn't help but look at the sky-cleaning pen in his hand.

This magic weapon was originally a part of the Shanhe Sheji map, and the Shanhe Sheji map was once the property of Nuwa, all this may be the connection...?

The two stood on the altar, speechless for a while, but everyone below could see clearly, just now the whole body was bathed in golden light, as if communicating with the gods, after the golden light dissipated, he had already advanced to the cultivation level, it was clear that he was The miracles of Nuwa and Fuxi descended on this human monk, and they couldn't help but kneel down.