Chapter 1685
Xianyu.
This is a wild area with few people. The living environment is extremely bad. The weather is changeable. Heavy snow, gales, rainstorms and thunderstorms happen all the time
But some people live in this wilderness, they call themselves witches!
These people live in the form of tribes of different sizes. According to legend, their ancestors are the immortals who control the heaven and the earth. They are not the indigenous people in this world. They originally lived in another extremely beautiful world without harsh environment.
But later, I don't know what the immortals did, which touched the wrath of heaven and led to natural disasters, so they became the sinners trapped here.
The bad environment here is punishing them by heaven.
The earth is flat, endless snow falls from the sky, and the cold wind roars like a knife. On the vast expanse of ice and snow, a group of people in white clothes and holding transparent knives suddenly appeared out of thin air.
These people seem to come out of the middle of the snowstorm, reaching tens of thousands of people, kneeling down densely. In the front, an old man holding a green cane fell to his knees, his face full of excitement
"Millions of years... Millions of years! Finally, we finally... Wait for this day! "
The old man murmured, tears are all over his face. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears and looked at the front. Several other old people behind him were also full of tears and couldn't help themselves.
Behind these old people, there was a famous soldier with a knife and shaking body.
They are the descendants of Xiangu!
They are the witches who fight with the heaven and earth, the harsh natural environment and the ancient beasts!
They live in the abandoned land of the world and out of the sight of ordinary human beings. In order to survive, they have to disperse into one small tribe after another in the limited resources and migrate to the wilder areas on the boundary of Xianyu.
Today, however, they gather together. Looking down from the sky, they can see the figures dyed white by the heavy snow from all sides to the center.
In the snowstorm, in the depths of the storm, the witch tribes appeared
Whoa!
In the sky, there is a huge strange bird call, which is the cry of thousands of ancient dragon winged birds
Boom!
All of a sudden, there was a huge earthquake on the earth, and waves appeared in front of the old man. The green light radiated in all directions with the cane in his hand as the center. Under the influence of this force, the snow covered on the earth was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the ground, a witch soldier clenched his sword and watched the scene solemnly. The Dragon winged bird flying in the sky was silent and fell from the air. Standing beside some witch soldiers, he folded his wings and bowed his head uneasily.
Boom! Boom!
The earth vibrated more violently, underground, as if something was about to rush out.
Poof!
All of a sudden, the ground 100 meters away from the old man's body suddenly exploded, and the heavy snow turned into snow waves, which rose hundreds of meters high.
One by one, huge green vines broke through the ground and rushed to the sky like giant dragons. In the blink of an eye, they were hundreds of kilometers high.
Snowflakes are falling all over the sky, and the fine snow powder blocking the sight is scattered. A palace wrapped by green vines, but crystal clear in the middle, is presented to all the witch people.
Temple style architecture, in the green gate, impressively carved with three characters.
Qingdi palace!
At the moment when Qingdi palace appeared, a strong and frightening breath spread out. Within a thousand miles, all the falling snowflakes condensed in the air, motionless, as if the whole world was still.
Boom!
In a flash, tens of thousands of witch soldiers thrust their swords into the ground, kneeling on one knee, making a loud noise like an earthquake.
In front of countless witch soldiers, the old man with the green cane flashed with tears, staring at the huge palace, then bowed his head to see a bright flower on the top of the green cane in the wind and snow.
If I were the emperor of Qing Dynasty in his year, the newspaper would bloom with peach blossom!
The old man's tears were even greater. After a long time, he stopped the tears, took a deep breath, and strode toward the Qingdi palace.
Under the guidance of an inexplicable air engine, the breath of tens of thousands of wizard children joined together, stirring the still snowflakes in the air to form a tens of thousands of meters long ice and snow dragon. It was lifelike in the cold wind, as if some special life was slowly reviving and coming back to life.
The sword world, the deepest part of the psionic sword hall, is the center of countless knowledge information and rules. Wang Xu suddenly opens his eyes. A trace of surprise flashed across his face. The next second, he murmured and said with a smile: "it's interesting that Huaxia world is probably the three worlds touched by the devil's world..."
Demon world.
On the land of dalak ancient demon world, a figure with a sword standing in the blood pool of hundreds of thousands of demon corpses slowly looked up and looked at the sky above: "it's almost, the most important thing is to kill swordsmanship..."
In the surrounding space, black air streams rush out of the dead demon, and rush to him like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. The terrible evil air almost drowns him completely.
Xianyu.
In front of the green emperor palace, the old man step by step went to the front gate of the palace. With his approach, the closed gate slowly opened under the drive of some force, revealing a deep downward ladder.
"You, stop here. I'll go in alone."
He turned and told the two old men who were following him.
Two old people's faces flashed a trace of worry, and finally did not say anything, just nodded: "elder, be careful."
The elder of the witch family turned around and strode into the open gate of the Qingdi palace.
In the palace of the green emperor, there is nothing but empty air and darkness. The deeper the elder goes, the stronger the sense of loneliness and darkness becomes, as if he is going deep into the abyss of the underworld in the ancient legend of the witches.
But at his feet, there was no hesitation, only more firmness. As he went deeper into the darkness, a little cyan light finally appeared.
In the open dark, two coffins, one green and the other red, stand alone.
In the blue coffin lies a dignified middle-aged man with a blue emperor's robe and a golden crown on his head. His hands are folded in front of his chest, and a green seed is quietly suspended above his hands.
At the moment when the elder came in, the seed suddenly gave off a slight light, and then opened its bud, which quickly rose into a blue lotus with the speed visible to the naked eye
This is a wild area with few people. The living environment is extremely bad. The weather is changeable. Heavy snow, gales, rainstorms and thunderstorms happen all the time
But some people live in this wilderness, they call themselves witches!
These people live in the form of tribes of different sizes. According to legend, their ancestors are the immortals who control the heaven and the earth. They are not the indigenous people in this world. They originally lived in another extremely beautiful world without harsh environment.
But later, I don't know what the immortals did, which touched the wrath of heaven and led to natural disasters, so they became the sinners trapped here.
The bad environment here is punishing them by heaven.
The earth is flat, endless snow falls from the sky, and the cold wind roars like a knife. On the vast expanse of ice and snow, a group of people in white clothes and holding transparent knives suddenly appeared out of thin air.
These people seem to come out of the middle of the snowstorm, reaching tens of thousands of people, kneeling down densely. In the front, an old man holding a green cane fell to his knees, his face full of excitement
"Millions of years... Millions of years! Finally, we finally... Wait for this day! "
The old man murmured, tears are all over his face. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears and looked at the front. Several other old people behind him were also full of tears and couldn't help themselves.
Behind these old people, there was a famous soldier with a knife and shaking body.
They are the descendants of Xiangu!
They are the witches who fight with the heaven and earth, the harsh natural environment and the ancient beasts!
They live in the abandoned land of the world and out of the sight of ordinary human beings. In order to survive, they have to disperse into one small tribe after another in the limited resources and migrate to the wilder areas on the boundary of Xianyu.
Today, however, they gather together. Looking down from the sky, they can see the figures dyed white by the heavy snow from all sides to the center.
In the snowstorm, in the depths of the storm, the witch tribes appeared
Whoa!
In the sky, there is a huge strange bird call, which is the cry of thousands of ancient dragon winged birds
Boom!
All of a sudden, there was a huge earthquake on the earth, and waves appeared in front of the old man. The green light radiated in all directions with the cane in his hand as the center. Under the influence of this force, the snow covered on the earth was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the ground, a witch soldier clenched his sword and watched the scene solemnly. The Dragon winged bird flying in the sky was silent and fell from the air. Standing beside some witch soldiers, he folded his wings and bowed his head uneasily.
Boom! Boom!
The earth vibrated more violently, underground, as if something was about to rush out.
Poof!
All of a sudden, the ground 100 meters away from the old man's body suddenly exploded, and the heavy snow turned into snow waves, which rose hundreds of meters high.
One by one, huge green vines broke through the ground and rushed to the sky like giant dragons. In the blink of an eye, they were hundreds of kilometers high.
Snowflakes are falling all over the sky, and the fine snow powder blocking the sight is scattered. A palace wrapped by green vines, but crystal clear in the middle, is presented to all the witch people.
Temple style architecture, in the green gate, impressively carved with three characters.
Qingdi palace!
At the moment when Qingdi palace appeared, a strong and frightening breath spread out. Within a thousand miles, all the falling snowflakes condensed in the air, motionless, as if the whole world was still.
Boom!
In a flash, tens of thousands of witch soldiers thrust their swords into the ground, kneeling on one knee, making a loud noise like an earthquake.
In front of countless witch soldiers, the old man with the green cane flashed with tears, staring at the huge palace, then bowed his head to see a bright flower on the top of the green cane in the wind and snow.
If I were the emperor of Qing Dynasty in his year, the newspaper would bloom with peach blossom!
The old man's tears were even greater. After a long time, he stopped the tears, took a deep breath, and strode toward the Qingdi palace.
Under the guidance of an inexplicable air engine, the breath of tens of thousands of wizard children joined together, stirring the still snowflakes in the air to form a tens of thousands of meters long ice and snow dragon. It was lifelike in the cold wind, as if some special life was slowly reviving and coming back to life.
The sword world, the deepest part of the psionic sword hall, is the center of countless knowledge information and rules. Wang Xu suddenly opens his eyes. A trace of surprise flashed across his face. The next second, he murmured and said with a smile: "it's interesting that Huaxia world is probably the three worlds touched by the devil's world..."
Demon world.
On the land of dalak ancient demon world, a figure with a sword standing in the blood pool of hundreds of thousands of demon corpses slowly looked up and looked at the sky above: "it's almost, the most important thing is to kill swordsmanship..."
In the surrounding space, black air streams rush out of the dead demon, and rush to him like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. The terrible evil air almost drowns him completely.
Xianyu.
In front of the green emperor palace, the old man step by step went to the front gate of the palace. With his approach, the closed gate slowly opened under the drive of some force, revealing a deep downward ladder.
"You, stop here. I'll go in alone."
He turned and told the two old men who were following him.
Two old people's faces flashed a trace of worry, and finally did not say anything, just nodded: "elder, be careful."
The elder of the witch family turned around and strode into the open gate of the Qingdi palace.
In the palace of the green emperor, there is nothing but empty air and darkness. The deeper the elder goes, the stronger the sense of loneliness and darkness becomes, as if he is going deep into the abyss of the underworld in the ancient legend of the witches.
But at his feet, there was no hesitation, only more firmness. As he went deeper into the darkness, a little cyan light finally appeared.
In the open dark, two coffins, one green and the other red, stand alone.
In the blue coffin lies a dignified middle-aged man with a blue emperor's robe and a golden crown on his head. His hands are folded in front of his chest, and a green seed is quietly suspended above his hands.
At the moment when the elder came in, the seed suddenly gave off a slight light, and then opened its bud, which quickly rose into a blue lotus with the speed visible to the naked eye
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