msmithbooks Chapter 8
Chapter 8
After Nezha escaped into the void for 3000 years, Li Zhi, as the second son of a demon-god hybrid, Lingzhu and Magic Pill, finally came of age.
At that moment, the grand scene suddenly arrived, as if the sky had torn apart the curtain in the dark.
The lotus flowers in Penglai Xianshan bloom all the way to the North Sea, crowded and crowded, domineeringly covering all the sights that come into view, and the eyes are full of dazzling lotus pods of various colors.
When the masters of all walks of life heard this change, they all ordered people to inquire.
Thousands of years after Prince Nezha was punished by heaven, the wars between elucidating and cutting off teachings gradually subsided, not disappearing, but the two sects used the Eye of the North Sea as a boundary, tearing a fork between heaven and earth. Collaborated with the Celestial Clan to draw up the Three Realms Alliance.
Ao Bing was able to have such a status, all because of the joining of the Dragon Clan, which played a vital role in the Battle of the Conferred Gods.
As a fan of the original teachings, the third prince of the dragon clan spent a lot of effort in rectifying and maintaining them, so that the chaos of the teachings would be orderly, so that there would be no demons who slaughtered the world, and they would retain as much freedom as possible.
He blocked the mouths of the people in the Three Realms, but he couldn't stop the ancestor Hongjun and Yuanshi Tianzun's master and disciple from weakening the desire to stop teaching, so the ancestor Hongjun suddenly came to Penglai thousands of years ago, the sky was full of auspicious clouds, and the fairy music was radiant, holding candles with the leader of Tongtian sect After talking all night, Tong Tian was taken away.
From now on, there will be no leader among the dragons in the sect, even if there are many golden immortals in Daluo, they will be powerless against the heaven and the teaching.
The leader of Tongtian religion has been missing for thousands of years.
The decline of Jiejiao is a matter of course, and the struggle so far has been moved on the thin chain of the abyss, and the bitterness and ups and downs in it needless to say.
But compared with other high-ranking people, Ao Bing has never changed his mind, he has always been gentle and quiet, his eyes are deep and clear, so that people feel secretly convinced and pressured.
——500 years after the signing of the alliance book, Ao Bing raised his son to be a little more sensible, then closed his three souls and seven souls, and escaped into the enchantment of Zen. It has been 500 years since he woke up.
I heard that the resting place of this dragon beauty is located in the center of Penglai Xiandao. The aura of heaven and earth nourishes the body. The sun and the moon reflect on his face, which can make the dead trees around him bloom, and the silver-blue long hair flows with the waves. Ayaman tied it.
After a long time, blossoming ice lotuses bloomed all around.
This place is not the forbidden area of Penglai Island, but only a few disciples passed on by them can enter.
It is rumored that if one looks at the beauty from a distance, those who are unstable in their Taoist mind will be possessed by demons due to unstable spiritual consciousness.
Over time, it became a legend of the younger generation.
However, these words became more and more mysterious, until a thousand years later, the beauties in the water center of Penglai Xiandao were already more famous than the fairies of Yaochi.
But Ao Bing fell asleep for a long time, and never showed signs of waking up.
However, on the day when Li Zhi became an adult, the bundle of hunting silk in the hair of the ice beauty who slept with the flowers moved slightly.
However, it is said that Huntianling has become increasingly dim since Nezha escaped into the void of heaven. Since more than 1000 or [-] years ago, it has been so fragile that it almost shattered and melted.
Ao Bing poured the dragon's body and mind into the artifact, and he was able to preserve it to this day, with the golden tattoos still as fine as a hair.
But everyone knows that artifacts have never been corrupted for thousands of years.
——Unless the true master is at stake, or has passed away suddenly.
It was also since that day that Li Zhi and Ao Nian saw their father getting thinner and silent, and finally chose to close their souls and let themselves float in the fairy lake.
If there is any possibility, the only thing that can wake up Ao Bing is another piece of Huntian silk in Ao Nian's hair, which is also the only fetish left by their biological father.
But Ao Nian never wanted to.
The elder sister said seriously to her young brother: "The covenant between Jujiao and Heaven has long been solid, and there is never a reason to wake up and face the world... At least my father is happy to sleep now."
Prince Nezha bears the punishment of heaven, he is a beloved person on behalf of the Li family.
Ao Nian was still too young to understand anything. He bowed his body and soared into the sky, trying to kill the Emperor of Heaven with the power of Hunyuan ice and fire, but he failed. Although he was stopped by Li Jing, he was still thrown into the cycle of reincarnation. , Xiaoqianshijie was able to return to Penglai after nearly a hundred generations.
But Li Zhi relies on his elder sister very much, because in this world, only his elder sister is connected with him by blood, and to this day, only Ao Nian can tell him what his father and father used to look like.
My sister puffed her face, curled her lips and said, "Don't ask, my father and my father had a very bad relationship when I was young... I heard that the worst time was when my father was not pregnant with me, the two of them started fighting. , almost buried the entire Chentang Pass alive!"
Ao Nian twirled the sugar cake, rolled his eyes, and said in a serious manner: "Abba also said that he and Afu are brothers. Brothers who are best friends, do you understand?"
Li Zhi was terribly frightened, confused and ashamed, staring and blushing frighteningly: "Brother!? It's a brother, how could Dad be pregnant with one after another..."
Ao Nian smiled, patted his younger brother's head, and sighed, "Little fool."
Li Zhi has experienced wars since he was born. Unlike his sister, he is more like his biological mother. He is always very meek on weekdays. Because he is so well protected, he appears extraordinarily innocent.
In fact, Li Zhi's concept of his father was vague, because since he was a child, no one except his siblings would ever mention that man, and they kept it secret.
He only vaguely knew that his biological father was the Heavenly God of War.
And Heaven is an enemy realm. The education their generation has received since they were young is that Heaven is so rigid and ruthless that it is not worth yearning for at all.
Li Zhi himself is still the posthumous child of the Heavenly Court God of War.
An old man from Jiejiao said firmly: "After going to that place for 3000 years, even if you don't die, you won't be human anymore, let alone come out?"
"What's the difference between the dead and the dead? There's only one widow left!"
Before Li Zhi was sensible, he never thought that his father was so infatuated, because very few dragons have a fixed partner, they are indeed free and easy, with thousands of sails and no leaves left in their hearts.
And Abba never mentioned his biological father to him. The longer the time passed, the deeper the emotion was buried, as if that person was not important at all.
Later, when Li Zhi became more sensible, he occasionally saw his father blowing conch shells under the moonlight. His silver-blue long hair was bound by satin. He obviously didn't see any tears and sorrow, and his dragon horns hung down, but he looked very pitiful, just like a quilt Abandoned little dragon cub, docile, innocent and confused.
When Dad was sober, he would always bear heavy burdens silently, and never brought unhappiness to him and his sister.
Later, his father was supported by the eternal flower, and fell asleep in the middle of the lake. Li Zhi felt that his father was really tired, and he couldn't find a reason to wake up no matter what.
Or maybe only in a dream is it possible to meet the man who makes him no longer confused.
……
On the day Li Zhi became an adult, except for the entire piece of miraculous lotus scenery that stretched thousands of miles across the sea, the heavenly dao was torn apart, and a huge hole like a black hole was torn out. The Heavenly Court was filled with chaos and panic, and the little immortals dragged their families and flew to the lower realm one after another.
Li Zhi didn't really understand these things.
Only Ao Nian narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth and smiled fiercely: "Heavenly Court! Sooner or later, I will smash the body of the Emperor of Heaven to pieces! Fill it into the East Sea and feed it to the sea dogs!"
The letter between her fingers was crushed into powder and scattered with the flames.
Li Zhi silently picked up the rubbish on the ground for his sister, obediently hanging down his red dragon horns.
His sister looks completely different from him.
I heard that Ao Nian is very similar to their biological father. When he looked at people with a blank expression and a smile, he usually gave people tremendous pressure. Obviously his facial features are so charming, but his unruly arrogance is daunting.
In a blink of an eye, Li Zhi pinched the courtship paper full of kits and thought in distress, why didn't he inherit that kind of temperament that makes people shy away?
……
It seems that the shattering of the heavens did not bring any disasters. Even the gods were puzzled, but no one knew the reason.
Li Zhi lived comfortably in the interception, but he didn't think it had anything to do with him. He was just an ordinary little dragon who just finished his duties and practiced kung fu with his father every day, even though his father couldn't hear him. But he prefers to talk about major events that happened in the Three Realms.
The young Xiaolong crossed his legs and rested his chin, and said confusedly: "Abba always said that there is no end to learning, but he asked those old fairies to teach me to learn ancient books the next day. Prince Nezha is really so good?"
"Several young academics are debating who is the best, you or him!"
Ao Bing was lying in the lake, his clothes fluttering with the waves, his face was as weak as snow, ice blue lotuses sprouted from the end of his long hair, and his lips were as pale as bloodless.
Li Zhi stared at his father for a long time, the anticipation in his eyes disappeared again, and turned his head away and muttered disdainfully: "I think you are much better than him, what kind of war god!"
"Tch, didn't you stab a sword in the heart in public?"
This incident was written in the letter of Jiejiao, and it is said that it led to the complete split between Jiejiao and Interpretation, an epic cause and effect thousands of years ago.
There was a female nun who said Prince Nezha was willing to be stabbed by Ao Bing's sword, but someone sneered and refuted.
The wrestling among grown men has always been ruthless, these women must have read too many stories, and their heads are full of love and love.
Since it can't be true.
Nezha in the history books has always been blatantly indifferent, sitting on the mountain of corpses and blood, killing countless seniors of Jiejiao.
This kind of god, how could he be willing to accept the sword.
Li Zhi agreed with such a statement, but vaguely felt that it should not be so.
……
The gap torn apart by the Heavenly Dao revealed scorching and powerful divine power faintly. The Tianting Loose Immortals who lived near that place could not stay longer, and the Heavenly Court had to arrange for several gods to go to the Heavenly Dao to appease the hearts of the people.
Ancestor Hongjun stroked his white beard and frowned, and said in surprise: "It's so strange..."
He is the source of heaven and earth, and has a feeling for everything that happened in this world, but now he can't figure out the reason why the way of heaven was torn apart.
This is something that has never happened since the beginning of the world.
Unless, the person who tore apart the way of heaven has the same origin as him, so it has nothing to do with the cause and effect in this world.
This undoubtedly interfered with Hongjun's original plan.
Originally, he only planned to join forces to elucidate and destroy the teachings, and to balance and restrain the three major forces of the heavenly court and the Western religion, so that he, as the source of this world, can be at ease and peaceful, without worrying about which giant destroys the world and creates another world.
The simplest reason for killing and intercepting the teachings is that they are too powerful.
Everyone yearns for freedom without restraint, so the scattered immortals all flee, but if this is the case, this world will be in chaos.
He cannot tolerate the fact that the forces of interception continue to grow stronger.
Hongjun Daozu asked himself that he was not without selfishness, but he was the origin of the world, and everything he did was for the sake of all beings, even if it was selfishness, it should be fair.
That way you never doubt your decisions.
The Emperor of Heaven asked him for help several times because of this matter, his face was not clear, but his heart was full of clouds, and it was heard that several of the gods had already had a fit of suspicion.
Yuanshi Tianzun is also frowning, as Hongjun's apprentice, now with the help of Master's ability to help Chanjiao to reach the top, and enjoy the incense and glory for thousands of years, how can he allow a strange number to destroy Chanjiao's current status.
However, Hongjun sat on the head and shook his whisk, and said to the two of them leisurely, "It's a blessing or a curse, things will follow, and the future will not welcome."
But soon, a guest came to Zixiao Palace.
Even if it was an uninvited guest, no one could stop him, because that person was almost silent, so he sat loosely beside Hongjun's case, his face was expressionless, the circle of heaven and earth on his wrist was shining brightly, and there was silence in his eyes. Jijinhong.
Ancestor Hongjun was extremely dumb seeing this person, after a long time, he finally shook his head and said: "Thousands of calculations, I never thought it was you."
The man didn't answer.
Patriarch Hongjun sighed, "I deserve this calamity."
Back then, he ordered Yuanshi Tianzun to lead the sky thunder to destroy the magic pill. It was indeed because there was a link that could not be solved when calculating cause and effect.
And at the end of the thick fog, there is a cloud of Hunyuan aura.
The only cause and effect that cannot be resolved between heaven and earth is the cause and effect of being born out of the Three Realms, and this is what he never wants to see.
Later, the dense fog disappeared for no reason, if it had not been resolved, it would have been exhausted, he was the origin of the way of heaven, he naturally understood the truth and no longer wanted to kill, but doubts remained in his heart.
Hongjun sat opposite him and said, "What do you want, but it's okay to say."
The man was unmoved at all, just noncommittal.
He finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and low, and he was loosely playing with a ball of hot real fire in his hands, as if he was still not used to the feeling of speaking, he tilted his head and said casually: "Wuhe, I'm here to kill you."
"..."
Hongjun stroked his beard and laughed angrily, but then shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter whether you can kill me or not, everything in the world is tied to me, and your wife and children will suffer together. Is this the result you want to see?"
Nezha looked at him deeply, and said calmly: "Who said I want to destroy the way of heaven?"
He said softly: "The way of heaven is the law that maintains order and protects all beings, but it should not be the source of chaos."
A peaceful and prosperous world can be achieved by governing by doing nothing, because that is what the people want.
And inaction itself is not anarchy and lawlessness. The way of heaven only needs to be fair and strict enough to maintain the operation of all things.
Nezha stared at Hongjun with deep eyes: "Everything is a citizen of the Dao of Heaven, but you have been partial to the human race for a long time."
Hongjun flicked his whisk, closed his eyes and put it aside with a smile: "Aren't you a human race? You shouldn't blame me for receiving such preferential treatment! This is what destiny wants."
Nezha's voice gradually turned cold: "My wife is not a human race, nor are my children. I have been hated since I was a child, just because I am the reincarnation of Magic Pill. Tell me——Do I hate such an unfair destiny?"
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The sky and the earth were dark, the sun and the moon were dark, Li Zhi could only see that the sky and the earth in the distance were almost glued together, and the thick fog almost covered the entire sea surface. He heard that the whole heaven was in disaster, and the Sanxian Xiaoxian fled to various places in the Three Realms to seek refuge. And the Daluo Jinxian united with the Western religion is rushing to the way of heaven.
For a few days, when Li Zhi woke up, the entire sky almost collapsed.
He rushed to the place where his father was sleeping, only to find that it was like warm spring, the water waves were clear and green, and Ao Bing slept so sweetly.
Li Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, sighed and said, "The sky is about to collapse, can Dad wake up slowly?"
These days, they have never seen the sun and the moon in the sky, and they have completely forgotten what it looks like when the sky is clear and the moon is bright.
The Penglai Xiandao was carved out into a smooth and huge plane by the divine power that came from nowhere, the gust of wind was so hot that it could melt the glacier, and every family of Jiejiao believers stayed behind closed doors in the cave.
After almost a year without the sun and the moon in the sky, the sky gradually cleared up.
In the dark, it seems that the chains in the root bones have been untied, and everyone can hear the clear and broken echoes in the body.
It was a sense of freedom that I had never had before, and it seemed that the shackles brought out from the womb were also released.
The carp spirit old man who has practiced for thousands of years near Li Zhi's house, but was suppressed by the heavens and could hardly become a fairy, radiated red light all over his body. He was shocked and overjoyed and immediately sat in meditation. shackles.
In the following three days, everyone saw a few white lights scattered in the sky, crashing into all corners of the world, and went to investigate, but it was a stele of the way of heaven made of five-color stones.
The stele of Heaven's Way has long since faded away, cracked by divine power, with scorched and blackened marks on the edge, and obscure and distorted inscriptions engraved on the stele, which can only be understood by ancient gods.
No one can know its contents.
But soon, everyone in the interception knew clearly what was going on.
It seems that the old carp spirit is just the beginning.
On this day alone, thunder calamities broke out everywhere near Penglai Xianshan Mountain, and hundreds of demon clans crossed the calamity. Countless tiny lightning bolts were released from the sea, like crazy anger hoarded over the years, washing away the old stereotypes existing in the world. .
Ao Bing's friend, White Snake Spirit, also got the Tao.
Lei Jiedang split the Leifeng Pagoda in two, and the woman in white stepped through the void, holding a 24 bone oil paper umbrella in her hand.
Li Zhi was very happy, he said to the sleeping Ao Bing: "Abba, Abba... Aunt Bai is gone, she finally let go of that human race."
Li Zhi felt a little depressed and sad again.
You can't stay the day of yesterday, Xiaolong also wants Abba to let go of his biological father.
The lingering entanglement between the monster race and the human race, why are they the ones who waited in pain in the end?
This is so unfair.
Billowing black clouds piled up above the center of the lake, and they persisted for a long time. When Li Zhi looked up again, his eyes widened in shock. There was almost no sunlight for thousands of miles, and the raindrops were falling densely, as if a catastrophe was brewing.
At the foot of Cuiping Mountain, Ao Nian was kneeling in front of Nezha Temple with a pale face, his long red and blue hair scattered like running water.
She looked at her father's statue in mourning, her red eyes slammed her head and said, "Abba gave up his god position for the Dragon Clan and broke with the Heavenly Court. Now that the shackles of the Dao have been broken, everything can become a god freely, but Aba... he scattered Get rid of the three souls and seven souls, if the catastrophe strikes, my daughter may not be able to guard him."
The princess who has always been domineering and arrogant is now as embarrassed as she was when she was a child, chasing her tail around.
Ao Nian looked at the silent statue, and finally turned around slowly and disappeared in place.
……
Li Zhi whispered a lot of things in his heart in the blink of an eye, looking at the thick clouds in the sky, he was really scared, but he didn't know why.
Because she was just an adult, her milky nature didn't change, and she was reluctant to leave beside her father, snoring on the spot with her dragon body around her, and slept soundly and heavingly.
Ao Nian came to urge his younger brother as usual, his expression extremely impatient, as if he was about to beat the dragon.
Li Zhi had no choice but to go to the East China Sea to explore.
He didn't even know why he drove him away like a hypnotist. Before he left, the fiery little dragon was still reluctant to let go, looking at his father with drooping dragon beard, extremely attached, snorting and whining.
Ao Nian couldn't bear it, don't be too stiff, and said angrily: "You are an adult dragon, why do you sound like a baby when you see Dad, you are shameless!"
Dragons are born to be very dependent on their mothers. Don't you see that the old dragon king is so old, and he still sleeps soundly around his mother's dragon slough all day long. No matter how old he is, he is always a little milk dragon by his mother's side.
The East China Sea is Li Zhi's hometown, but since the Emperor of Heaven was angry thousands of years ago, the Dragon Clan had to leave their homes, and the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea has no owner.
Even Li Zhi never went back.
The wind on the beach is bleak, the back waves swell and beat the front waves, and the white foam fades away and soaks the sand and stones.
But he saw a little boy sitting on the edge of the reef.
The devil boy blinked after hearing the sound, casually bit the reed, and looked at him expressionlessly.
Perhaps it was a delusion, but Li Zhi felt a little close to this little kid.
Xiaolong thought for a while, stepped forward and knelt down, and said seriously: "Which family are you from? Today's life is in danger, and everyone is terrified. You may be in danger if you go out alone, so hurry home and find your father."
The boy with dark circles pouted out the reed, sneered and said indifferently: "Midget your own business. Are you afraid that your father will beat you?"
This little boy is very generous, he dares to say anything nonsense.
Li Zhi was not angry, just shook his head lightly, and said with a wry smile: "My father died a long time ago, and the grass on the grave is taller than yours... Anyway, you hurry home, there are a lot of ghosts and monsters these days."
"........."
The demon boy with dark circles squinted his eyes, looking at Xiaolong with a little confusion.
Before the words were finished, the situation on the sea changed suddenly, and the blue-black sea area gushed out with strong winds and huge waves.
Li Zhi was thrown a few feet away by the hurricane, and there were deep scratches on the beach, and he barely supported himself with one hand on the ground.
The golden armored god stood on the wave pillar, with his hips akimbo and sneered: "Hey! That little dragon demon, who lives impatiently and dares to offend the frontiers of the heavens, will skin you and cramp you today..."
Intercepting and elucidating the teachings have been at odds since thousands of years ago. The new generation of gods in the heavenly court are naturally unapologetic towards the intercepting believers. They are contemptuous and at the same time hate them.
Li Zhi couldn't help but his expression changed drastically, he unsheathed his ice and fire swords, got up and said neither humble nor overbearing: "You are talking nonsense! This East China Sea was originally the territory of the Dragon Clan, my father taught me..."
The black-eyed boy behind him interrupted with his legs crossed lazily, a little amused: "Are you still reasonable?"
The devil boy dragged his tone wantonly, mocking Wuji: "—Fuck him."
Golden Armored God: "..."
Xiaolong seriously argued: "But, but my dad said..."
The devil boy interrupted him casually: "Your father? Listen to him with a hammer."
Even though he vetoed violently, his tone became strangely gentle.
Li Zhi was puzzled and Dou Cong was angry and at the same time speechless.
A god in golden armor is naturally no match for Li Zhi, but he was stabbed with a sword and fell into the East Sea to feed the sharks in half a cup of tea, and crushed the jade slips desperately before losing consciousness.
After all, Li Zhi was young and inexperienced, and it was too late to realize what happened.
But the East China Sea is a corner of the frontier, and there are patrolling heavenly soldiers everywhere, and Li Zhi has to be distracted to protect the boy from the disturbance, until the tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers heard the news and were overwhelmed, he was already in prison.
The leader of the army is the little god of the new generation, high-spirited, vowing to kill the demon dragon to collect meritorious service.
Li Zhi couldn't help but say that he fought with the young god, and the rest of the tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers were all ready to fight, waiting for the command of the commander, and they were able to shoot the young dragon into powder.
Li Zhi still didn't forget to protect the little boy behind him, he brought the black-eyed demon boy up, turned his face to avoid the heavy blow, his face was stabbed with dark red blood, his temple hair was disheveled and his eyes were full of anger.
Even his usual red-tasseled spear was split in two, and he was beaten so bewildered that he almost retreated steadily.
The young god went up against the wind, snorting contemptuously: "Little bastard, die to me!"
He slapped Li Zhi's heart hard with his palm, and the blue-black divine power turned into a sharp arrow, stabbing Li Zhi flying hundreds of miles upside down, vomiting blood unceasingly, only the strong body of the Dragon Clan could save him.
Xiaolong raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes turned red with horror.
Li Zhiping hated others calling him a half-breed bastard the most in his life.
Because it was insulting his Abba.
The father who raised him up through all kinds of hardships, and finally died alone.
——Fortunately, it was the Nilin of their family.
Caught off guard, the demon boy with dark circles pressed his shoulders. The strength seemed weak, but in fact it was like a thousand pieces of gold crushing him, making it impossible to break free.
The devil boy looked at the sky, couldn't hear the tone, and said flatly: "Use the real fire to gather your divine power, and the dantian will compress the Hunyuan true power into a fist."
He continued to teach: "You are still too young, don't mix Xuanbing with real fire. It will do harm to the body and will not benefit the body."
Li Zhigang wanted to frowned and reprimanded, but he felt a burst of warmth from the place on his shoulder touched by the devil boy.
The young dragon's muscles and bones were crackling and relaxing, and the place where the hidden wound was hit just now was healed suddenly, and the real fire of Samadhi in his body increased geometrically, and it was so vigorous that it was about to overflow the body.
The demon boy was expressionless, holding the void with his hands, as if he came from the deep hell, and turned into a tall young man in the raging fire. He was as young as Li Zhi, but he seemed to have gone through thousands of years. Refined, it becomes as deep as wine.
Li Zhi's lips were trembling violently, and strange tears welled up in Ao Bing's eyes.
He said: "You..."
The young man's complexion was very pale, and he stretched out his sharp black nails. Surrounded by real fire, there was an exquisite gun in his palm, with obscure and complicated carvings.
In Li Zhi's staring eyes of astonishment, Nezha gave him the ancient artifact.
The fire-pointed spear turned into a ball of light and rose towards the void, floating quietly in front of him.
Nezha's face was reflected by the flames, and he said calmly and gently, "I will pass this gun on to you."
"—Go, my youngest son."
Before Li Zhi could ask him clearly, the enemy god condensed the divine power of tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers with a long knife, shouted loudly, spat a few words of contempt and insult, and a hurricane blew towards him, causing the waves on the East Sea to be rough.
Li Zhi's eyes were golden red, flames rose all over his body, and he was blatantly fearless like crazy.
Anyone who insults my father will die!
boom!boom! !
As soon as he raised his hand, with the power of the real fire overflowing from his body, the ancient sword of the god of heaven shattered into pieces and fell into the sea inch by inch. In an instant, the sea shook violently, and the god of heaven screamed and was squeezed into a blood mist.
As if being guided, Li Zhi stepped through the endless void, and the heavenly soldiers and generals in his sleeves were swept away by howling, and fell into the mortal world in the hurricane.
Sweeping away all obstacles, Li Zhi was panting unevenly as if he was struggling, the blood red in his eyes slowly faded, but he turned around suddenly, drew a circular arc with the pointed spear, and aimed at the young man standing in the void with his eyes closed.
The blood-red Huntian silk soared wantonly, but Nezha grinned and said indifferently, "Do you hate me, child?"
Two faces belonging to teenagers, a pair of father and son who have never met before.
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Gray and black clouds gathered in the heart of the fairy lake, Ao Bing's silver-blue long hair fluttered, and his skin was as transparent as ice and snow. After sleeping for thousands of years, the long hair had already drifted far away, and the sleeves of his white silk robe fluttered, forming a knot in the air. Blossoming bright lotus.
The entire lake is like a mirror made of ice and snow, with fluorescent spots at night, and the silk is endless.
Someone once saw a dragon beauty in a state of eternal sleep giving birth to a demon, and died by cutting off her heart.
Some people forget the vulgarity when they see it, and then realize the mundane world, and their cultivation base soars.
Thousands of years have passed, and he has become a myth in the nine heavens and ten worlds, and has been passed down from generation to generation for many years, and he knows the past between that beauty and a certain powerful god clan.
Mythology has become countless branches, and there are people who can talk about it.
In the eyes of Jiejiao disciples, Ao Bing came here with the Dragon Clan, and brought all beings from the dark age to the light. He is gentle and elegant, tough and kind, and it seems that he will never be defeated.
All the charm has nothing to do with appearance.
But if the body is split apart, Tianlei may take him away. After the catastrophe, the legend that supported the entire monster clan will disappear in the world along with his secret and ambiguous past.
It's a pity that Ao Bing still shows no signs of waking up.
His eldest daughter knelt by the lake, her long red and blue hair poured down like flowing water, with a dragon horn hanging down, holding another piece of Huntian Ribbon to blow away with the wind.
All the elders of Jujiao sighed.
The dense clouds directly above piled up to the apex, as if there were thousands of lightnings inside, emitting a dazzling and terrifying brilliance from the inside out!
Suddenly, thunderbolts descended, splitting the clouds and coming towards Ao Bing.
Ao Nianqing roared more and more, wanting to transform into a dragon and become his father to resist the catastrophe.
Just in the blink of an eye, the golden red real fire cut through the sky, and it was so intense that it made people's eyes sore from looking directly at it.
It was a very soul-stirring scene.
——At the end of the scorching red light, there is a slender phantom belonging to a young man. His hair stretches freely with the wind, rolling up endless and spreading gorgeous flames.
The half of the Huntian Ribbon in Ao Nian's hand rushed straight up with the strong wind, and returned to the palm of the master who had been away for thousands of years.
With tears in her eyes, she raised her head and said hoarsely: "...Father."
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explain:
①The reason for Cake’s eternal sleep is because he saw that Huntian Ling was gloomy, and he had taken too many responsibilities for thousands of years, and his children were all raised. When he wanted to live for himself, he realized that that person had left.
②Only in this fanfic, the son has a heart for Ouba, because he has never seen his father since he was breastfeeding and grew up, and he has always hated how the old man made Bing so lonely.