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Nanchanbu Continent, Dongtu, Dufeng Mountain!

The mountains overlap, the shape is thick, the setting off by the pine and huge rocks, the changes of clouds and smoke, both majestic and bright, and magic is revealed in tranquility.

It is towering and protruding, and the north of the stream is Huping Cliff, with a dangerous cliff that is thousands of feet high, and the cliffs are entering the clouds.

The clouds are lingering, white and flawless, like fairy clouds.

On the top of Dufeng Mountain, an ancient pine is tall and lush with branches and leaves, like an umbrella.

Under the ancient pine, two Taoists sat opposite each other, the breeze blew and their hair trembled. They were the ones among the immortals.

Bang, the black chess fell between two fingers,

The black and white are scattered on the chessboard, and the black pieces fight against the upper hand. As the last black chess fell, the white pieces can no longer support it. The big dragon slaughtered and the chess game was determined.

The Taoist's hair drooped his shoulders, fluttering in the wind, with an ordinary appearance, but he was content with ease, and said softly, "Senior Brother, you lost again,"

"You are wrong with your junior brother. You are an elder. How can you not be humble?" The Taoist, who was all white in his temples and had a square scarf, shook his head gently and kept shirking his mouth.

"Senior brother, hey," the junior brother shook his head, shook his long hair, but he was speechless, and his hand gently touched the chessboard.

The chess pieces flew up and flew back to the jade bowl next to the chessboard.

"Playing chess is a small path, and I don't know what happened to this battle?"

"After killing, I don't know how many people died," the senior brother quickly changed the subject, reached out to stroke the beard hanging from his chest, and sighed directly.

"It's just some ants, why should senior brother do this?"

"These mortals are like this wild grass," said the junior brother's white palm, stretched out from his robe, gently caressing a wild grass growing beside him. He folded it gently, and the weeds broke, and continued to speak in his mouth; "Cut off a batch, and another batch will grow in twenty years."

“It can be better than the past in a hundred years.”

"The human race is the foundation of my Xuanmen, how can I ignore it?" the senior brother frowned and opened his mouth.

The junior brother's long hair was scattered, and half of his face was covered by the wind. He did not answer, and did not want to cause disputes between the senior brothers, but instead spoke to change the topic. "The senior brother is concerned about this battle. The junior brother is good at painting water mirrors. I would like to give the senior brother a look," he said.

“This is a great word.”

"My junior brother, Shui Jingsheng's painting method. He has practiced to the seventh level. He dares not compare with the Buddha's wisdom. He can observe the thirty-third level of heaven above and the nine netherworld below. But he can see the east land easily and wishfully," said the senior brother in admiration.

"Senior brother is so wonderful," the junior brother smiled and stretched out one of his fingers. He painted in the void, his sleeves robe waving. His fingers were flying dragons and phoenixes drifted in the next picture.

When his finger stopped, he drew a circle directly. Shake it, a crystal clear drop of water condensed out by him and pointed a little forward.

Golden light emerges from the void and shines everywhere. The green light naturally falls. In the place where you paint, the illusory images begin to slowly emerge.

"The Song army is majestic and powerful, with no less than one million troops in a hundred battles, and with the help of the Taoist sect, I will win this battle. I will definitely let the white lotus bloom another petal," the senior brother looked at the vast blue ocean in the picture, constantly waving the weapons in his hand, shouting wildly, and his smile became deeper, but the next moment, his smile stiffened.

The bright smile on his face slowly retreated, becoming colder, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

He stood up directly, and the ease on his face disappeared. His senior brother's posture also made him realize that something big happened, and he also stood up and asked, "But Bai Lian has changed?"

"It was the white lotus that changed," the senior brother nodded and admitted. He looked at the scene in the air, twisted his head, and looked towards Chang'an City with his eyes.

A golden light burst out from his eyes, insight into the world, see through the clouds, and look at the qi!

The surrounding scenes faded and the false cracks were solved. A dragon pillar stood above Chang'an, with majestic eyes and dragon energy pouring out all directions, spreading towards the east land.

As he watched, the true dragon's eyes raised, looking at each other very much.

Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the dragon energy repelled, causing him to quickly look away, retract his magical power, gently wiped the corner of his mouth, and said with a pain in his mouth; "No wonder the white lotus withered, this Tang Kingdom is actually a real dragon,"

"How is it possible? Tang Kingdom is still a real dragon,"

"Mu overcomes earth, Song rises and Tang is destroyed. In recent decades, this has been the case. King Song repeatedly defeats the enemy, attacks the strong with weak, and now he swallows up the entire territory of the Tang Kingdom. There is only one lonely city left in the Tang Kingdom. Even a real dragon will be broken, breaking its true actions, and turning into a dragon snake," the junior brother said in a lost voice.

"It's a real dragon,"

"I'm careless, we're plotting this time,"

"Looking back, King Song has a lot of doubts. He has been ignored before, but now he thinks about it, all of them are flaws."

"Since ancient times, dynasties have changed and are constantly changing, and it will take thousands of years at the fastest. Since the rise of the Tang Dynasty, it has only been more than four hundred years. It is the time when the dragon and tiger are fierce and powerful, so how can it be destroyed?"

"Although King Song was born in a wealthy and noble family, he was one of the marquises of King Wu, but his background was mediocre. The Tang Dynasty has developed to this day and has only dominated the East Earth for four hundred years. In just thirty years, he actually swallowed the East Earth. It was so fast, and his luck was so strong that he was like a son of the Era,"

"Son of Era, how is that possible?" The junior brother interrupted directly, shook his head repeatedly.

Nowadays, no one knows the identity of the son of the Era, in heaven and earth.

"The King of Song has many false luck. This is not given by God, nor is it self-generated, but is obtained with the help of external forces. The trace of black and gray energy means that the external forces are not coming outright, but are forced to swallow the luck of others."

One after another, he kept saying it from his senior brother's mouth, and his face turned pale for every time he said it, and the same was true for the junior brother beside him.

In the end, the two of them were even pale and colorless, with no trace of blood on their faces.

"This is because someone with great powers deceived us, and this is how many disasters are brewing," the senior brother said in the end.

"What my senior brother said is very much. Otherwise, if there were so many flaws, how could we not investigate at that time? We thought that King Song was the hero who was favored by God," the junior brother said in agreement.

He just finished speaking, looked up at his senior brother and asked, "I don't know what Bai Lian is like?"

"This is the most treasure of this sect. Since the ancestors started to cultivate the rhyme, until today, the last petal is about to bloom. Now it has withered. I wonder what the impact is?"

"I have withered two petals in a row, and I don't know that it will take tens of thousands of years to delay. It is impossible for us to rely on the next generation," the senior brother said bitterly.

"It is related to the foundation of the sect. This time, the ancestor of the Heavenly Court did not send any warnings. This matter is unusual. Ten years later, the Emperor Huang Zengtian was opened. The Jade Emperor was merciful and opened up the power of stars to benefit the cultivators in the world. I plan to take this to heaven to meet the ancestor and ask why?" The junior brother looked up at the sky, and then his color changed.

In the distance, the sky was purple, the sky, the earth, and all colors were lost.

Except for purple, it is still purple.

The flames are full of purple flames.

They are burning, burning, everything is burning, and the fluctuations of flames are shocking and trembling.

Outside Chang'an City, the lanterns of the Eight Scenery Palace emit purple flames, burning everything.

All the obstacles encountered were burned one after another. No matter what, when encountering purple flames, they all started to burn.

How many millions of troops,

But under the purple burning purple fire, there is a situation of slaughter and there is no power to resist at all.

The blue ocean outside Chang'an City has now transformed into a purple ocean. A soldier, who was touched by the purple flames, was burned in the next moment, leaving no trace of ashes.

This scene is even more unbearable than a moth to a fire.

The moths flew into the fire, at least they were burned to death, and the bodies were left behind, or even burned for a while, but the eyes were like ashes, and after touching, they immediately dissipated.

"I surrender, I surrender, I surrender," a man in armor and dressed in general ran towards the back at this moment, calling out loudly in his mouth.

Unfortunately, no one could hear his shouting at this moment, and the noisy sound kept shouting.

Ordinary soldiers had no power to resist at all. They died peacefully because they were too fast and they didn't react at all. They were already touched by the flames, burned out directly, and died completely.

Only some generals have the ability to react, and they rushed to escape behind them.

Some Taoists even slipped away early, and the speed of the flames swallowing was not fast at all.

At this moment, King Song had blood-red eyes and shouted unwillingly, "My army,"

The repeated shouts were just one sentence from beginning to end.

His arms kept waving, like a madman.

He himself was a guard, holding it firmly, and the groom drove the carriage and began to gallop.

The horse is not ordinary, with light coming from its feet, and light coming from its wheels, and it is running straight up in the air, as fast as lightning, instantly rushing out of the flame-covered area and running away directly.

The flames burned, and it was completely over and over again.

The troops originally entrenched outside the Four Gate were burned, except for some generals and Taoists.

The dense crowds had disappeared, and the outside of Chang'an City suddenly became empty.

"The whale against the Song Dynasty swallowed the Tang Kingdom in just a few years. Although the various places are flat, they are just on the surface. In the dark, there are many people who are looking at the Tang Kingdom in their hearts."
Chapter completed!