New White Snake Asking Immortals

In the evening, the twilight sun shines through the stained glass grille windows.

Inside the Immortal Palace, Xia Lan looked anxious.

"Grandmother has already told me, grandfather, you are going to go to the battlefield of gods and demons with other immortals to plot against Sister Bailong..."

Xia Lan spoke to the white-haired and white-bearded Xia Xianjun in a crying voice. It is true that her grandfather loves her granddaughter, but she also knows that it is difficult for a fairy god to be persuaded in the face of enough interests. Things are definitely not simple.

Xia Xianjun raised his hand and stroked the top of his granddaughter's head.

"I know that you have a very good personal relationship with Bailong, but in this prehistoric fairyland, some things can't be controlled. Now that the heavens have passed, the old army should also end. It's time and luck. Only Bailong jumped out of fate. Would love to see Bailong change course."

Even the most peaceful Xia Xianjun is worried about the newly rising spoilers, not to mention the other overlords of the fairylands who are bent on fighting for hegemony.

In fact, there is a deeper reason, the white dragon has too much aura.

In thousands of years, from an ordinary little dragon who soared from the lower realms, he has grown into a strong man today.

Holding the desolate ancient dragon court emperor's magic weapon, integrated with the Kunlun ruins, holding the key of the North Heaven Gate, entering and exiting the heaven at will, and suspecting that there are other secrets...

Xia Lan grabbed Grandpa's hand and tried to think of a reason to help Bai Yujun.

"But... but Bailong is very pitiful~"

"Pitiful?"

The old fairy felt that he could hardly think of the word pity, because there was no sympathy in the fairy world.

"It's really pitiful. There is only one dragon like her in the heavens and the world. The other dragons are used to suppress the world. She is the only dragon left in the glorious dragons that once spread all over the world. It's so pitiful..."

Xia Lan continued.

"We all have family members of the same race, but she is alone."

"As the only remaining dragon, the whole prehistoric world is plotting against her, harming her, and scheming against her. Finally, she is protected by the Heavenly Court, and now the Heavenly Court is gone."

"Perhaps one day the Dragon Clan will be completely extinct. What's the point of such a wilderness?"

"Actually... she just wants to live."

Xia Lan accidentally expressed Bai Yujun's greatest wish.

In the Immortal Palace, the little girl was still trying to find a reason for her grandfather to give up, but she couldn't move Xia Xianjun's decision after all.

Xiao's calculations are well known to everyone, and he uses more scheming, even if he is unwilling, he has to agree to it.

Hearing his granddaughter say a lot, the old fairy is just silent, some things are too involved, and his granddaughter doesn't understand.

Outside the window, the setting sun and sunset are gradually setting, and the silver moon hangs in the sky.

Although candles were lit in the hall, Xia Lan still felt a little dark.

Anxiously, pleading, and talking a lot.

Still can't change the old fairy's decision.

Xia Xianjun patted his granddaughter's head.

"Lan'er, grandfather will promise you everything in the future, but you have to go today."

"..."

Xia Lan opened her mouth but couldn't find a reason to stop it.

Almost instinctively felt that he should help Bailong, some kind of natural closeness, suddenly found that he could not help Bailong, felt a deep sense of loss and guilt in his heart, deeply felt the reality of the prehistoric, and felt a sense of powerlessness.

The old fairy sighed, patted his granddaughter's hand, and stood up.

Wearing extravagant and simple fairy clothes, the pendant around the waist reveals the power of the fairy. For this battle, Xia Xianjun took out the treasure that had been silent for a long time.

Seeing my granddaughter sad, I also feel bad.

"Don't worry, we are just going to the battlefield of gods and demons to compete with Erlang God."

Hearing this, Xia Lan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a sad expression.

"grandfather……"

He failed to call Xia Xianjun back.

I only saw the back of Wei An walking out.

this moment.

Xia Lan felt that she had grown up and was no longer that innocent girl.

He raised his head and tried hard to hold back his tears. In his blurred vision, he saw a blurred figure walking out of the door.

"Grandfather, you are all wrong."

The old fairy paused, froze on the spot, and turned his head in surprise, not understanding why his granddaughter who had always lived under the protection of the fairyland would say such words, and felt that the granddaughter was a dispute between emotions, so he decided to listen to what she had to say first.

Xia Lan raised her arm and wiped her face with her sleeve.

"The evil spirits in hell are raging, you compromised, and watched the fire of hell burn everything, and the demons invaded aggressively, you also compromised, and even bowed to the demons for the sake of fighting in the fairyland, grandfather, do you think such a fairy god will become the king of heaven?" Lord?"

"this……"

The old fairy was shocked.

However, the granddaughter's words continued, telling the truth that he had never thought about and did not dare to think about.

"Our fairylands are dominated by clans, who despise outsiders and calculate each other within the clan. Do you think such a clan can really become the lord of the heaven?"

Xia Lan shook her head.

"You are all wrong."

In an instant, Xia Xianjun seemed to be getting old, looking at the night outside the door with a dazed expression, and gradually, a sense of decadence.

The granddaughter's words were like a slap in the face, awakening the Xia Xianjun who was deeply trapped in it. Looking back on the actions of the immortals in the fairylands since the great changes in the heavens, there is really less heroism and light, and more conspiracies and calculations. They ignore the suffering of all beings and bow their heads to the demons. Now we know that in fact, all games have been lost.

With a long sigh, he turned around with a wry smile, and decided not to go...

...

The battlefield of gods and demons at the edge of the world.

The light of the spell shone brightly, and the sky above his head was bright, and the sound of shouts and weapon clashes continued endlessly.

In the fierce burning flames, Bai Yujun shook off the monster on the tip of the spear.

The dragon's tail swept across, and the sharp bone spur of the tail pierced a certain demon head, dragging it back into the flames and burning it, watching the demon head burnt to ashes indifferently, but he was not injured at all, and he didn't know that some ancient relic cast a spell to create The bone-eating flames failed to burn Moubai to death, but caused the demon bosses to stumble.

Both the old army and the demons were very confused, vaguely remembering the long-lost legends.

"Sacred beasts such as dragons and phoenixes have the talent for breaking spells..."

In fact, it only weakens the damage of the spell to oneself, not completely cracking it. Even so, it is against the sky, not to mention that the caster is far less powerful than Bai Yujun.

No one noticed that Bai Yujun's pupils adjusted their focus, as if she saw something.

"After waiting for a long time, is it finally starting?"

at this time.

The demons behind suddenly roared in unison, as if some kind of magic language name.

The monsters who have not yet entered the battle beat the ground rhythmically with their weapons and roared, as if they were greeting them.

Bai Yujun turned around and saw that something seemed to be coming out of the surging devilish energy. It was huge and had an ancient aura. Judging from the smell, it should be a real ancient thing.

Finally, a huge, shriveled head appeared in the dark demonic energy, like some kind of ancient beast...the corpse.

There are two heads, one big and one small, and there is a hole in the neck caused by cutting.

Crowds of monsters cheered towards the corpse of the beast.

"Well, these idiots still dug out the corpse of some unlucky guy."

I can't remember where I've seen similar corpse resurrection before, it may be reality or it may be a retrospective mirror image.

Thinking of myself giving the vast ancient battlefield to that kid in Zhenbei, it seemed like a loss. If all of them were made into this thing, wouldn't it be invincible in the world.

Suddenly, the pointed ears caught some kind of strange bone flute sound.

The tone was long and deep, and Bai Yujun's hearing talent even recognized that the bone flute only had three holes.

The sound of the bone flute changed, and two heads the size of the beast's corpse suddenly opened their eyes. The red light flickered and became more and more intense, and they came back to life!

The tone changed again, the corpse of the beast raised its legs, and moved forward stiffly, ignoring all kinds of chaotic attacks from both sides of the army, and staring at the monkey.

"It turns out that the bone flute is used to control the corpse. Breaking the bone flute according to the rules is the best way."

"but……"

"Benlong prefers to blow up the mummy directly."

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