Small ball world.

The suspended mountain picked up by the scavenger is full of vitality, with red, yellow and purple flowers and trees, thick vines hanging from the cliff, and flocks of birds hovering and hovering quietly above the vast clouds.

There were crisp footsteps in the Huamei Hall.

Bai Yujun brought the phoenix to her palace, the luxurious dragon chairs were shining brightly, and the red carpet that was soft and hard was laid down along the steps.

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

Go up the steps and come to the dragon chair.

Gracefully turn around and sit comfortably reclining, with legs raised.

Feeling a little cooler.

"When the time is right, we have to make the world more lively."

Waiting slowly, you need to be strong enough. Right now, raising birds or watering seedlings is actually quite good. No one disturbs you when you are alone in a daze. The whole world is yours. Who can be so rich in the world.

...

The south of the sky, the south of the mountain.

Far away, it can be called the Southern Wilderness of the Immortal Realm. There are four seasons in a mountain, different days in ten miles, mountains, peaks and forests, green water, thousands of mountains and rivers, rain and fog that are difficult to dissipate, and dense forests full of vitality.

The main line of Jiuli has thrived for generations, adjacent to the vast world of endless monsters.

A place not under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court, a primitive mountain forest.

Mid-mountain, stockade.

The wooden houses are scattered and cloudy.

Cliffs, waterfalls rumbling.

In the mighty mountains of white water, the cliff suddenly stopped and fell ninefold.

White water splashes are hidden among the green trees halfway up the mountainside, twisting and rushing, the rocky cliffs and the river plummet, like a white dragon climbing the mountain, the water vapor rises from the lowest waterfall, and the deep green water rumbles and echoes.

in the valley.

Beside the waterfall and pool, Mu Duo wears Jiuli's clothes as always, with pleated skirts and exquisite silver ornaments.

Quietly looking up at Bai Lian.

Feel the coolness of the steam on your cheeks.

She likes to watch waterfalls, perhaps because people in the stockade call Bailong Waterfall, Bailong, that is the reason why she stands here quietly staring at the waterfall like a white dragon climbing the sky. occupy the most important position in memory.

I can feel her presence somewhere, far away, far away.

The news about divine beasts is always the most popular. Maybe I don't know who the eight immortal kings in the fairy world are, but all ethnic groups must know how many divine beasts there are.

Especially the dragons.

Ancient beasts, rare in the world.

Every time Mu Duo learns the news of Bai Yujun, it is always a long time later, the battlefield of gods and demons is dangerous, and I don't know how many **** killings have been experienced.

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

"Xiao Bai, I feel... we will meet soon."

The valley is quiet.

The sun shines through the white fog and casts golden yellow, the waterfall hangs with rainbows, and the lonely figure by the river is in the colorful.

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

The totem holy beast is a lifelike white dragon...

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

Looking into the distance, it is difficult to hide the worry, the horizon is blood red, which means that there is killing in that direction, war, countless wars between gods and demons, but this is the first time in this ancient world, Mu Duo has seen the war between heaven and the demon world called **** It's hard to imagine that Xiaobai grew up in that kind of war.

Perhaps, the war will soon burn to Jiuli.

Mu Duo had a hunch.

It's hard for Jiuli to stay out of it, including the demon clan.

If the demons enter the immortal world, all other races cannot escape extinction, and the nature of demons is destruction.

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

"Xiao Bai, I will wait for you..."

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

distance.

Demon battlefield.

The black pressure monsters are like an endless tide, consuming the heavenly army with more quantity.

The golden battle formation in the gray wave resists and counterattacks. It is well-equipped and well-trained. It is inevitable to be tired when faced with fierce and fearless monsters. Foot tall, large monsters like giant beasts.

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

Wherever the monsters go, they burn plants and eat all living things, and the devilish energy pervades life and destroys it.

The flames of war gradually approached the Jiuli tribe.

Among the mountains, in a large ancient village, Jiuli strong men gathered.

Jiuli strong people have their own characteristics in their way of traveling. They can ride giant multi-legged centipedes over mountains and mountains, ride butterflies larger than houses, or sit on top of cobras, and even strong people control hideous monsters.

The purpose of gathering is to discuss how to deal with the war between gods and demons. The war has spread to many small villages, and even the heaven and the demon world feel that they are gradually out of control. Under such circumstances, it is difficult for Jiuli to stay out of it.

on how to deal with it.

There was a lot of internal controversy in Jiuli, and there was no result after several years of arguing.

The highest point of the cottage is a wide wooden building.

The powerhouses sat down at will, and the people in the middle were the power-holders and the top powerhouses, led by a white-haired grandmother, drinking rice wine and smoke curling from the bonfire.

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

It was the first time that many strong people even Mu Duo met, especially a group of women were the most mysterious.

Controversial flushed.

The rain stopped outside the window, and the sun was warm on the face.

Mu Duo stroked her hair on the temples and secretly lost her mind. If she was not a small stockade saint, she would not be sitting here, and the discussion would not be fruitful. Jiuli advocates freedom, and has fought against heaven for generations. The sea is deeper, and countless people are looking forward to the loss of both the heaven and the devil.

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

Heavenly Court is restrained anyway, the two sides have only conflicts and few wars, but the Demon Race is different, they destroy everything, destroy mountains and forests and kill all living beings.

The quarrel continues.

too boring.

Mu Duo propped his chin with one hand, while the other hand picked the texture of the wooden post at will to pass the boring time.

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

A sacrifice was held in the stockade. Young boys and girls dressed in costumes sang and danced around the altar. The silver ornaments were white and crisp. The singing reverberated in the mountains.

The group of mysterious women sang with a certain melody.

The sacrificial activities are full of primitive atmosphere, simplicity and sincerity. At the top 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, Mudo had to dance with the other saints near the altar.

It can be said that there are no Jiuli people who can't sing and dance, and they have been deeply embedded in their blood.

The flames were burning.

With a loud bang~lightnovelpub.net~ the red flames rose to a height of more than 30 feet...

Mysterious and ancient melodies, huge sacrifice activities, no matter how high the cultivation base is, they must be extremely pious, hoping to get the guidance of their ancestors to overcome the catastrophe.

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

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

The old priest drew a picture.

Everyone, including the old priest, didn't understand.

The ancestors may have suggested ways to deal with the flames of war. The handwriting was messy, and the lightning, monstrous floods, fierce flames, and a terrifying beast seemed to be clearly visible.

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

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