After the global recovery, I traveled through

Jiahe's phoenix is ​​no different from the previous one, even the pattern is more gorgeous. The gorgeous phoenix drags its red tail feathers. Unlike the red feathers of King Peng, it ignites half of the sky with fire.

All the red mist created by King Peng was blown in front of him by its wings, and gathered into swaying flames.

The rain-stained feathers of the Peng bird soon became light, and countless water droplets evaporated invisible. However, this was not a good thing for King Peng. The water droplets brought by the thunder tribulation were mixed with the blood of the evil dragon, which actually increased the power of the flames.

The combination of dragon and phoenix. King Peng's red feathers quickly withered and turned black, and his golden claws were slightly twisted as they were caught in the flames, as if they were melting.

At this time, Peng Dynasty shouted "Lin Qingqing" to Lin Xingtao, who was constantly approaching her, and she loosened all her loose fingers behind her back. Then the dense thunderbirds screamed in the sky, rushed toward the phoenix like suicide, burned to a golden red color, and then fell from the sky to the earth.

Like the golden crow in myths and legends landing on the ground, and like a shower of meteors and fire, the earth was suddenly covered with a layer of blazing temperature.

"Can a dragon summon rain?" King Peng looked at Lin Xingtao, as if waiting for his decision.

Dragons can indeed call rain. But the rain must first fall on King Peng before it can fall on the red ground thousands of miles away.

Lin Xingtao ignored him and looked at the highest mountain in the world.

On top of Mount Tai, a green leaf fluttered down from a branch and landed in the middle of a white palm. Almost instantly, the green leaves were burned by the sparks in the air into an incomprehensible scorch. The charred debris flew away with the wind, and an ant crawled out along the owner's fingertips, which were as red as petals, and returned to the mountain.

"The phoenix of Concubine Xiao of the former dynasty." The owner of the palm said, just as he lighted King Chu's collarbone and wrist, and said: "The dragon of the sixth prince of the dynasty, the phoenix of the phoenix of the dynasty, the phoenix of the phoenix of the dynasty, I wish the king of Chu to have everything in the dynasty." . ]

She is the king of Taishan Mansion, and she once helped King Chu become emperor, but this time, she helped the demon clan. There are traces of the life of the little monkey king and the little elephant king in Mount Tai. For a long time, she was called "sister, sister" without caring about human affairs.

Now she noticed Lin Xingtao's gaze, and she felt that he probably needed her. She was a little hesitant. She was no longer the god who completely helped the human race, just like other gods.

The mountain where her feet stood stood still, green and green under the firelight, but outside the mountain there was a doomsday scene.

Suddenly, she heard Lin Xingtao's voice in her ears: "It turns out that an old friend is still here."

There was not much sadness in the tone of this sentence, but Mr. Fu felt his heart tremble when he heard it. She could see that the woman close to Lin Xingtao in the sky was just a numb body. She didn't know how sad Lin Xingtao was.

She finally remembered that she was attached to the mute girl on the riverside to point him in the direction. She remembered that she had wrapped her arms around his neck in the Dongling County Governor's Mansion and stared at his young and handsome face, which was cold and tired.

And she was wearing the white mask he had worn, waiting for an assassination opportunity next to the Imperial Master.

And she quietly watched him holding Xiao Hesui's body as he walked through the blooming flowers, shouting that he was cold. She quickly threw the cloak down, but he covered the bodies of Ling Mingyu and Xiao Hesui with the cloak.

"God, angels repay all peoples." Such a voice came from behind Fujun.

She turned around in surprise. It was Ling Mingyu who was wearing a big cloak and a smile on his face.

Ling Mingyu took off the large cloak that Lin Xingtao put on him and threw it to the ground, which slightly stopped the fire.

"He is Tian." He glanced at Fu Jun who suddenly opened his eyes, humming a song and walked towards Luoshui.

——He will become heaven, the heaven of all gods, humans, immortals, and demons. Fu Jun sighed and walked out of the mountain. The green color spread across the earth, stopping the uncontrollable rain of fire.

"Lin Xingtao, when you came back, why didn't you come to Mount Tai to ask questions?"

Lin Xingtao looked away. The finger of the woman opposite had already touched his eyebrow. The movement was very light at first, as if she was just tracing the shape there.

He quietly let her move, while thinking in his mind whether the real Qingqing had ever done this before.

Soon, she used a little force and wiped her fingertips to the side along the wrinkled arc.

Those fingers could erase the scenery transformed by the Demon Emperor's power, but they could not erase the slight ripple between Lin Xingtao's brows.

Suddenly, the evil dragon below let out an almost painful roar.

The woman was startled and lowered her head subconsciously. The scales of the evil dragon in her sight could no longer be attached to the body and were falling off piece by piece with blood.

The glory of Nielong is almost over.

She raised her head again, only to find that Lin Xingtao's expression was really not that calm, but this uneasiness did not lie in the pain Nielong suffered, but in the hand pressing between his eyebrows.

He said softly: "Actually, Qingqing, she doesn't care who sent the meat or who asked the question." Just like the scene in the Sutra Pavilion.

"She won't hurt me either."

The woman's fingers relaxed slightly, revealing a dark dragon horn.

It was the dragon horn plucked from Lin Xingtao's eyebrows, and it was also her real gift. She stabbed a small piece into it as if by accident.

This was Lin Xingtao's own horn. After being used by King Peng, it became the most powerful weapon against him.

——Qingqing was originally his, but after being used by King Peng...

Blood flowed from his eyebrows.

King Peng's wings fluttered and he scolded her.

She began to feel dazed.

This is impossible for a controlled corpse

Suddenly there was a sharp cry.

The woman looked at the closing gap, as if she had lost something vital in her life, and fell down all of a sudden.

She fell on the evil dragon.

No, it could no longer be called a dragon.

There was only one scale on its body, and its four claws were even shrinking rapidly.

Its blood-red eyes looked at the woman it had stopped, and when the woman couldn't help but gently stroked the last crescent-shaped scale, it finally showed a little smile.

"Since you have pulled out the dragon's horn, pull out this stubborn reverse scale as well."

There is a reverse scale under the dragon's throat that is one foot in diameter. If a person is bitten by it, he will be killed. The ruler also has a reverse scale.

Lin Xingtao didn't think the saying "a dragon has a reverse scale and anyone who touches it will die" was very interesting.

He laughed, on the one hand because he saw Qingqing's reaction, and on the other hand because --

He finally forced out the original appearance of King Peng.

This appearance with the power of Qingqing's merits as its body.

The author has something to say: In the end, Zhuang Zhou started to eat meat and stewed Kun against his conscience.

Finally, the author cooed and did not do it in good conscience.

Chapter 199: The Merits of Shinto (Volume 57)

Under Lin Xingtao's smiling gaze, the woman plucked out the last black scale.

She held the melting scale against her chest, and the scaleless dragon body beneath her twitched. There was nothing under her, and she fell thousands of miles into the sky.

As her hair fluttered, the evil dragon changed from a dragon to a dragon, and from a dragon to a snake.

Strangely, she felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

There was once such a person who had the power of a national master, but in order to make the people no longer have the power of a national master, he changed from a heavenly master to a real person, from a real person to a magician, and finally returned to that little Taoist priest.

That little Taoist priest who left confidently in the starry sky, pretending to be the ninth prince to stir up the world.

That little Taoist priest who pinned her hair behind her head and set off the world's first fireworks.

Vaguely, she recalled the grand fireworks in the 40th year of Kaiyuan.

The last fireworks in her life.

[The 40th year of Kaiyuan. The empress left the palace. There were fireworks all over the sky outside the palace. A girl smiled and pointed to the sky. ]

Someone stood behind her, hugged her, and stabbed the Fang Tian Hua Ji into her body with a trembling voice. He said: "You have taken too much... Obviously, it is not your fault." When he pulled out the long halberd again, his hand was steady, and the blood melted away bit by bit. "The monster is coming, you go over."

When she died, no dragon of luck flew out, only a roc bird hovered. The roc bird grabbed her heart, which slightly reduced the pain of the other place where she was pierced by the Fang Tian Hua Ji.

"Qingqing." Someone shouted.

Waking up from her memories, she turned her head and saw a young Taoist priest sitting on the ground, eyes closed, breathing weakly: "In the 30th year of Kaiyuan, you came to me to talk about immortality. I shouldn't have told you that as an emperor, you have no hope of immortality, and I shouldn't have said that to hurt your heart."

"You have been saving Da Chu for four hundred years.