I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

"That dragon's bloodline can't buy such a long-term peace at all... What did that guy figure out?"

"How can golden scales be in the pool?"

Miaobi didn't answer any more, she got up and faced the window, looking at the cloudy sky.

"When you encounter a storm, you will transform into a dragon."

"Your Majesty, it has already begun."

"His Majesty!"

Xi pressed Miaobi's shoulder, turned her over, and stared at her intently.

"Say it again! Who started it?"

"It's Your Majesty. Eleven."

Xi's eyes are dazzled by the wonderful words.

"This time, it is Axi who ascended the Tianzhutai."

"how is this possible!"

"How could it be him!"

That kid!

that kid...

Xi collapsed on the chair, clutching her hair tightly.

"How could he go up, are all the dragons of Dayan dead!"

"Calm down, Xi."

Miaobi read her sister's name.

"Calm down, how can I be calm."

Xi gritted her teeth and looked at the table.

She didn't dare to close her eyes, as soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was full of little ghosts.

Living, dead... how can she have such an imagination!

Nasty brat!stupid!Stupid!

"A Xi will be fine! This is the result of divination, the result of divination, what are you afraid of!"

"..."

Will the result of divination be true?

Will there be no mistakes in the result of divination?

"This is also A Xi's own choice."

Miaobi held her sister's head.

Even though they look at each other and hate each other on weekdays, at this moment, they are still sisters who are united as one.

"You have to trust him."

"……yes."

"There's nothing we can do other than trust that he'll survive, can we?"

Xi put aside Miaobi's hand and stared blankly at the sky outside.

After a long time, Xi let out a heavy breath.

After calming down and thinking for a long time, she felt much clearer in her mind.

"It's my fault. I panicked just now."

"It's not your fault."

"That's how I came here too. We were all taken aback at the beginning."

After confirming that her sister returned to normal, Miaobi laughed again, and then took out a pen.

"……Ah."

Seeing her movements, Xi chuckled and took out her pen.

"Writers, you know. I hate you."

"Yeah, I hate you too, Eleven."

"But this time."

Xi looked at her sisters.

"I'll just force myself to write an inscription for your painting."

"It was I who forced your ugly words to stay on my painting."

Xi has already figured it out.

She has been unable to stop the impending death.

That being the case, all she can do is to draw what the kid is going to do.

This is the only thing she can do now.

Back to 48 blood, home country

【Yongning Tianjiao Terrace】

Thousands of steps, like mountains rising into the clouds.

Bai Tian had already taken off the short brown he had been wearing for two years, and had changed into a red-black court dress.

Wearing a crown on the head, bare feet.

"Don't worry, Second Uncle."

Holding the jade box in both hands, Bai Tian stepped onto the first step.

"I will drive away the Scourge."

"I will bring peace back."

"..."

11 years ago, Chilong sent away his elder brother here.

11 years later, Chilong sent away his nephew here again.

Eleven years ago, he was full of anger and pride.

Eleven years later, he feels grief and powerlessness.

"A Xi."

Chilong called his nephew to stop.

Looking into his eyes, Chiron reached out to him.

"Be sure to come back."

With a smile, Bai Tian threw the jade box on the ground, took the keel dagger, and cut his palm.

There are thousands of steps in the sky, and every time a real dragon climbs a step, he will leave his blood on that step to activate the spell engraved on that step.

A thousand steps, a thousand spells.

The Art of Heaven's Death has already begun since climbing the first ladder.

Magic is added to the body of the real dragon to communicate with the spirits of heaven and earth, drive away disasters, and bring blessings.

But pressing thousands of spells on one's body is like resisting Tianyue with the strength of a mortal.

To climb the ranks of a real dragon, only by stimulating the power of the blood to condense the shape of a real dragon and using the method of damaging the body, can it bear the weight of a thousand methods and climb to the top of the stage.

The sky above Yongning was shrouded in black clouds, and the heat accumulated on the ground for a long time was blown away by the wind from nowhere.

It seems that it is going to rain.

"Yuanxi three years, Wuyue. The world was severely drought, thousands of miles of red land, the sky was dry and the ground was cracked, all trees withered, beasts died and people were not... The emperor felt sorry for the suffering of the people, so he opened the sky to kill... May one person... peace the world... "

The fine brush falls lightly, and the ink stains the white scroll.

In the distance, there seemed to be a thunderclap.

The recorder looked up.

The shape of a real dragon condenses out and hovers upwards.

As ordered by the king, the wind and clouds gathered here will noisily flow down into the body of the real dragon.

When the storm gathers, let it ascend the clouds.

"coming."

The painter's eyes were fixed, and his gaze was always focused on that figure.

Since the real dragon, the hundreds of magic spells that have been activated burst out from the ground, turning into chains and penetrating the real dragon's body, binding it on the ladder.

Thunder rang through the sky.

The temperature between the sky and the earth dropped again.

"Grandma, grandma, the sky has changed! It's going to rain!"

The little fox raised his little hand to shield grandma from the wind and rain.

"It's not yet dawn... San'er... It's not yet dawn."

The old lady held the little fox in her arms and gently rubbed her little head.

The clear golden and silver eyes looked at the distant sky.

"It's almost dawn."

"490 six...490 seven...490 eight...490 nine..."

"five hundred……"

Bai Tian stepped on a ladder again, and the burden on his body became heavier again. He raised his hand, and the wound was still bleeding.

There's still half.

Strangling the scales growing from his wrist, Bai Tian took a deep breath.

"...510 three...550 four..."

Lifting his right foot, a red mark was left on the steps.

"...630 six...670 three..."

Hundreds of chains entangled the true dragon, penetrated his scales, and dug deep into his bones.

The thunder was getting louder and louder.

The gushing wind brought a little dampness.

"...seven hundred...710 nine..."

The first robbery.

A purple thunderbolt descended from the sky, striking at the real dragon without any scruples.Zidian turned into a green blade, scraped off the dragon scales, and opened the tendons.

A hundred steps, a hundred thunders.

"...eight hundred...eight hundred and one..."

His face seems to be a little cold...

Bai Tian raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes, a touch of scarlet came into his eyes.

"What, it turned out that it was just bleeding."

He lowered his hand and took another step.

"Well!"