New White Snake Asking Immortals

In a disaster, no matter who it is, everyone reveals their true self.

Some are brave, some are desperate, and some are sitting on the sidelines.

The brave ones include gods and demons as well as ordinary people. The gods and demons who decided to devote all their efforts came to their senses in the face of the catastrophe and chose to use their insignificant body to prove their unwillingness. The star gods disintegrated their lifelong cultivation to make up for the star fight. The four dragons used their bodies to protect the sea areas in all directions. .

On the vast land, many immortals who stayed behind closed doors resolutely came down from the mountains and tried their best to save the mortals with their magic. These immortals, who knew they were destined to die, recalled many things before the end, remembering bits and pieces of when they were ordinary mortals, and suddenly realized that they had always been... It's a person.

There are also monsters who work hard to put out the mountain fires that cannot be extinguished, hoping that the trees in the mountains will turn green again and the valleys will have water.

But the brave men among mortals never gave up hope, running, shouting, and busy in the thick smoke, firmly believing that the natural disaster would eventually end.

Desperate people either sit in mourning and wait for death or they let out the dark side of their hearts.

Fortunately, brave men are like light, illuminating the world.

The gate of Daomen Immortal Mountain is now wide open, allowing as many mortals as possible to go up the mountain to avoid disasters.

The familiar immortals of Chunyang Palace carried gourds on their backs and went down the mountain, as if everything had returned to Shenhua Mountain in the past, and the disciples went to various places to help the people.

Through the thick smoke, Yu Rong vaguely saw the back of the little snake demon carrying a book box and weapons down the mountain, walking alone in the wilderness mass graves, comforting the lonely ghosts to keep the place safe, and relying on his unique medical skills to rescue and treat wounded soldiers. injured.

The back of the little snake demon gradually grew up, but it took on the heavy responsibility of mending the sky.

He also recalled that he was suppressed at the bottom of a deep canyon because of his helpless mistakes, and was later suppressed in the True Dragon Hall of the Daming Palace.

The road to growth is rough and difficult, but it leads to the highest step by step.

There are countless disciples from various peaks in Chunyang Palace, but this little disciple is the only one who travels around all year round.

To this day.

Appearing in places where even the gods and immortals dare not go.

"I believe that no matter how hard it is, you will succeed..."

If Bai Yujun fails, there will be catastrophe for the people. If he succeeds, he can save all living things in the ancient world and mend the sky. It is not an exaggeration to make him a saint. Of course, this saint is a true saint and not a self-proclaimed saint. It is justified to ascend to the Emperor's Lingxiao Palace. , the premise is that it can really withstand the catastrophe of world destruction.

If you can't hold it back, the power of the twilight sun will be enough to destroy everything, and everything will return to nothingness.

Zhuquan Temple.

There are old houses with stone walls and small ruined temples, and the wind rustles the bamboo sea.

The mist is like smoke, egrets stop, and the sun shines through the green bamboo leaves to see the moss-covered steps. The drought has not affected Zhuquan Mountain in half, and the spring water is still sweet.

On the stone steps in front of the crooked and barely called treasure hall, Lao Huixian carefully put away the prepared dried bamboo shoots.

The temple is too dilapidated and has little incense, so people of all ages have to rely on their own efforts.

The fiery red sky in the distance seemed to have no influence on the old man Hui Xian. He had no fear, everything was empty, and he was leisurely carrying water and planting vegetables.

The weather right now is just right for making some dried vegetables.

Xiao Shitou is still sleeping. There is no such thing as sleeping when it is dark now. It has been a long time since he saw the sunset.

After collecting the dried bamboo shoots and putting them away carefully, after thinking for a while, Lao Huixian went through the old wooden box to find the needle and thread. He picked up the small stones and the old coarse cloth clothes of the snake boy and the long-faced king, and walked out of the old house.

Panting, I sat on the stone steps outside the palace.

First, put the thread in your mouth to wet it, then twist it skillfully with your old, calloused fingers.

Hold up the thread and iron needle, squint your eyes towards the sun and thread the needle.

Then lay the coarse cloth clothes on the legs, compare the damage, use scissors to cut the rags into pieces of suitable size, bend over and slowly mend them with stitches and threads. After patching, lower your head and bite the threads with your teeth.

Bamboo sea, egrets, sunshine, mossy stone steps on the old walls of the dilapidated temple, a small bald man sleeping soundly in the house, and an old monk bending over to sew.

The Quanshan Bamboo Forest seems different from the outside, quiet and peaceful.

After mending his clothes, Lao Huixian slowly got up and returned to the house.

The cabinet was dark, with only a ray of light coming from the gap in the cabinet door. The cabinet door was opened from the outside. Lao Huixian carefully put the folded clothes in and arranged them neatly. After closing the cabinet door, darkness returned to the cabinet.

When he came to the bed, he wiped the saliva from the corner of Xiao Shitou's mouth and walked out of the wing slowly.

Exiting Zhuquan Temple from the back door, along the winding mountain road in the bamboo forest, Lao Huixian climbed towards the top of Zhuquan Mountain carrying a bamboo basket on his back.

He muttered as he walked.

"Donor Bai, the old monk can't afford this day, so he can only do his best. It's so kind..."

In the bamboo forest, the old figure staggered and panted while climbing the mountain.

Daomen Fairy Mountain.

There are steep peaks, strange rocks and green pine trees, mountain cols with accumulated clouds, and beautiful towers and pavilions with red walls and green tiles.

Under the mountain gate archway, Gan Wu carried a long sword on his back and walked down the mountain with firm steps. One man and one sword, the sword intention and awe-inspiring righteousness soared into the sky. In the ancient continent, the sword immortals who felt the majestic sword intention could not conceal their excitement. The strongest sword immortal was finally about to Take action again!

The dark red sun was falling, and Gan Wu's back disappeared.

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Kunlun Ruins.

Countless mythical beasts and ferocious beasts that only exist in legends have awakened one after another, the stretching mountains have come to life, the Ba snake raised its head in thought, the huge island slowly turned around, the rocks fell off the rocks and fell into the sea, the old turtle breathed long, and on the fire tree, Bi Fang The divine bird's eyes are bright.

All kinds of strange and mysterious creatures wake up from their slumber. The ancient creatures thought to be extinct are not actually extinct.

The old turtle tried to raise his head.

"Has another calamity begun? Hmm... the scene is a bit big."

Ancient creatures have awakened, and the most frightened people in Kunlun Ruins are only the ancient people. Although they are naturally stronger than the human race outside, this power pales in comparison to those strange and ferocious monsters. They can only retreat into the cave and pray for the monsters to go to bed early. go.

Kunlun Ruins is where the dragon veins are located. On the top of the peak, a majestic and noble golden figure silently looks at the sky.

The awakened ancient creatures seemed to be afraid of the golden figure and did not dare to get too close. Only a few legendary beasts would take a look at the peak.

The golden figure turned around and smiled at the empty side.

He couldn't see it, but he knew clearly that she was definitely by his side as before, supporting each other.

Even though they are far apart in time and space, she is really by their side, standing together.

The golden figure seemed to be talking to himself, or to her. Although he couldn't make a sound, he could clearly see what he was saying.

"This moment has finally come. The sun is blazing and the fire is falling to the ground. If possible..."

"It doesn't matter what the throne is, I just want to be safe."

He talked a lot, and his words were full of worry and tension. No matter how many plans he had made to lay the foundation for today, when this day came, he hoped Bai Yujun would live well. Compared with Bai Yujun's safety, the throne was no longer important.

Beside her, the graceful and luxurious woman was equally nervous. There were many things at stake, and she couldn't see them clearly.

The golden figure kept talking.

"Not enough, far from enough..."

He shook his head and looked to his side.

"You said everything is destined, but... alas..."

Patching the sky is easier said than done.

In ancient times, the four poles were abandoned, the nine states were torn apart, and the vast ocean never ceased. Nuwa broke her Ao to stand up on the four poles, and refined colorful stones to mend the sky. How could the hardships be presented in just a few words? Even the ancestors of the Dragon Clan All he can do is admire him immensely, but the younger generations will have to perform the feat of mending the sky.

Although every step is within the plan, it is one thing to plan for hundreds of millions of years, but it is another thing to prepare for the event.

Who could have imagined that the Emperor of Longting, who once ruled all the worlds and strategized the world, would find it difficult to remain calm and composed, and lose his sense of proportion.

He couldn't see that the graceful and luxurious woman beside him was pretending to be strong, trying hard to raise her head to prevent tears from flowing down. All she could see was the thin figure she had seen countless times in the sea of ​​fire and could never get enough of.