New White Snake Asking Immortals

Small broken ball world.

The floating mountain picked up by scavenging is full of vitality, with red, yellow and purple flowering trees, thick vines hanging from the cliff, and flocks of birds spreading their wings and hovering quietly above the vast clouds.

There were crisp footsteps in Huamei Hall.

Bai Yujun brought the phoenix to her palace. The luxurious dragon chair was shining brightly, and a soft and hard red carpet was laid along the steps.

Four female officials with similar faces to Bai Yujun followed behind.

Go up the steps and come to the dragon chair.

Elegantly turn around and sit comfortably, with legs raised.

Feeling a little deserted.

"When the time is right, let the world be more lively."

Wait slowly, you need to wait until you are strong enough. Right now, raising birds or watering seedlings is actually quite good. If you are alone in a daze, no one will bother you. The whole world is yours. Who in the world can be so rich.

...

South of the sky, south of the mountains.

In a far away place, it can be called the southern wilderness of the fairyland. One mountain is divided into four seasons, and the sky is different for ten miles. There are big mountains, peaks and forests, green water, thousands of mountains and rivers, hard to dissipate rain and fog, and dense forests full of vitality.

The place where the main line of Jiuli has been thriving for generations is adjacent to the wider world of endless monster races.

A place not under the jurisdiction of heaven, primitive mountains and forests.

Mid-level, Zhaizi.

The wooden houses are patchwork, surrounded by clouds and mist.

Cliffs, waterfalls rumbling.

In the vast mountains of Baishui, the cliff suddenly stopped and fell nine times.

White water splashes are hidden among the green trees on the mountainside, winding and winding, with green rock walls, and rivers plummeting, like a white dragon climbing a mountain.

in the valley.

By the waterfall pool, Mu Duo, as always, Jiuli clothing, pleated skirts, exquisite silver jewelry.

Quietly looking up at Bai Lian.

Feel the coolness of the steam on your cheeks.

She likes watching waterfalls, maybe because the people in the village call them Bailong Waterfall like a white dragon climbing to the sky, and Bailong is the reason why she stands here and stares quietly. Occupy the most important position in memory.

I can feel her existence in the dark, far away, far away from each other.

News about divine beasts is always the most popular. Maybe you don't know who the eight immortals are, but each clan must know how many divine beasts there are.

Pay special attention to Shenlong.

Ancient mythical beasts, rare in the world.

Every time Mu Duo learns about Bai Yujun, it is always a long time later. The battlefield of gods and demons is dangerous, and I don’t know how many bloody killings have been experienced.

Looking at the waterfall and smiling, the teeth are white, and the eyes are full of that lazy girl.

"Xiaobai, I feel...we will meet soon."

The valley is quiet.

The sun shines through the white mist and sprinkles golden yellow, the waterfall hangs a rainbow, and the lonely figure by the river is among the colorful colors.

The terraced rice fields in the middle of the mountain are green, and the young brothers and sisters are singing folk songs.

In the terraced village on the mountainside, the sacred totem beast is a lifelike white dragon...

Mu Duo flew up to the top of the mountain gracefully.

Looking into the distance, it is hard to hide worry, the sky is already blood red, implying that there are killings in that direction, wars, gods and demons have fought countless times but this is the first time in this ancient world, Mu Duo has seen the war between heaven and demons that can be called hell It's hard to imagine Xiaobai growing up in that kind of war.

Perhaps, the flames of war will soon reach Jiuli.

Mu Duo has a premonition.

It is difficult for Jiuli to stay out of the matter, including the Yaozu.

If the demon race dominates the fairyland, other races will not escape extinction, and the nature of demons is to destroy.

When in turmoil, I will think of Bai Yujun even more.

"Xiaobai, I will wait for you..."

Overcast clouds covered the sun, and the drizzle wet the tender green rice seedlings.

distance.

The battlefield of gods and demons.

The black monsters are like a continuous sea tide, consuming the heavenly army with more numbers.

The golden battle array in the gray wave resists and counterattacks. They are well-equipped and well-trained. They are inevitably tired when facing the fearless monsters. There are too many of them, and they cannot be killed. There are only three small monsters flying in the sky and running on the ground. Feet high, large monsters are like giant beasts.

The losses were heavy, and the Celestial Army had to retreat.

Wherever the monsters go, they will burn the grass and trees and eat all the living things, and the demon energy will permeate the life.

The flames of war gradually approached the land of the Jiuli tribe.

Among the mountains, in a certain large ancient village, the experts from Jiuli gathered together.

Jiuli strongmen have their own unique ways of traveling, driving giant multi-legged centipedes over mountains and mountains, riding butterflies bigger than houses, or sitting on top of cobras, and some strongmen even control ferocious monsters.

The gathering is to discuss how to deal with the war of gods and demons. The flames of war have spread to many small villages. Even the Heavenly Court and the Demon Realm feel that they are gradually getting out of control. Under such circumstances, it is difficult for Jiuli to stay out of the matter.

about how to respond.

There is a lot of controversy within Jiuli, and there has been no result after arguing for several years.

At the highest point of the cottage, there is a wide wooden building.

All the powerful people sat down at will, and the ones in the middle were all those in power and the top strong people, headed faintly by a white-haired old woman, drinking rice wine, and the smoke from the bonfire curled up.

Mu Duo sat behind the pillars in the outer corner and listened quietly.

It was the first time for many strong men to see Mu Duo, especially a group of women who were the most mysterious.

Controversy flushed.

The rain stopped outside the window, and the sun shone warmly on my face.

Mu Duo stroked his hair on the sideburns, and sneaked away. If she hadn't been a saintess in a small village, she wouldn't be sitting here, and the discussion would have no results. Jiuli advocates freedom, and has fought against the heavens for generations. The sea is deeper, and countless people hope that both the heaven and the demon world will suffer.

There are also wise men who understand the danger and propose to support the Heavenly Court.

At least the heavens restrained themselves, the two sides only had conflicts and rarely fought, but the demons were different. They destroyed everything, destroyed the mountains and forests, and killed all living beings.

The quarrel continued.

too boring.

Mu Duo supported his chin with one hand, and picked the texture of the wooden pillar with the other hand to pass the boring time.

After arguing and arguing, they finally decided to ask the old priest to ask the ancestors for guidance.

A sacrificial ceremony was held in the village. Young boys and girls dressed in costumes sang and danced around the altar. The silver ornaments were crisp and clear, and the singing echoed in the mountains.

The group of mysterious women sang to a certain melody.

The sacrificial activities are full of primitive atmosphere, simplicity and sincerity. The highest part of the altar is the white-haired old priest, who communicates with the ancestors in the ancient Jiuli language.

As one of the many saints, Mu Duo must dance with other saints near the altar.

It can be said that there is no one in Jiuli who can't sing and dance, and it has been deeply embedded in his blood.

The flames blazed.

Teng sound.

The red flames jumped more than three feet high...

The mysterious and ancient melody, the huge sacrificial activities, no matter how high the cultivation level is, you must be extremely devout, hoping to be guided by the ancestors to overcome the catastrophe.

After a long time, the sacrifice was over, and Mu Duo really wanted to know the result.

The singing and dancing in the village continued, and the strong men surrounded the old priest and returned to the wide wooden building.

The old priest drew a picture.

Everyone including the old priest didn't understand either.

The ancestors may suggest the method to deal with the flames of war. The handwriting on the painting is messy, and the lightning, the torrential flood, the ferocious flames, and there seems to be a terrifying monster. People can't understand what it means.

Mu Duo was surprised, she could see that the painting was clearly a dragon...

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