The Tushan Houren said sternly: "When is it now? Are you still hesitating? Do you want to watch the Yufu clan die? "

"I have no right to order Dimbai..."

Houpu pushed away the Tushan Hou people without thinking, shouting "Retreat south" and the people in the sea of ​​fire ran south like headless flies.

The south is exactly the opposite of the small fish cave.

Houpu actually gave up the royal car.

The crossbowmen in Daxia are shooting even harder.

The static king car suddenly flew up, and the rockets on the car fell one after another.

The Tushan Houren went straight to the king's car.

Some people were moving faster than him. They were a few inconspicuous thin old men. They were all wearing black uniforms with gossip logos and holding long swords in their hands. They were the few survivors mingled among the blue-clothed refugees.

At this time, they were unscrupulous and took off their blue clothes on the spot, revealing their true colors.

That was the Onmyoji of Daxia.

The man from Tushan Hou thought it was not good, and only King Yu in the world could do this.

The Onmyoji was as thin as a bamboo pole. With his long sword, the monkey's shrill cry suppressed the screams of people in the sea of ​​fire. There were countless poisonous snakes and reptiles rustling on the ground. The people who were running away appeared in horror, and each foot was stepped on the head of the poisonous snake.

The thin old man stared at Wang Che and tested secretly: "I counted three times and did not open the door, and it would definitely leave Yufu Country with no living habits. One, two..."

The word "three" has not yet been released, but the top of the head suddenly lit up.

The huge black cloud that had originally enveloped the sky instantly dispersed, but everyone's eyes turned black, and the dispersed black clouds turned into countless black shadows, covering the sky and under their heads.

Soon, the black shadow turned into a white shadow, but when the laughter of "eat" was as sweet as a girl or as naughty as a boy. The flying people were heads one by one, men and women, all of them were white, but their faces were extremely beautiful.

These laughing heads grinned, regardless of the enemy, rushed towards the crossbowmen and even the Onmyoji... The two sides of the war fell down like harvested seedlings.

The thin old man shouted in fear: "Oh my God, the man is here..."

"Loutou Ren" is the most mysterious tribe deep in the Qinling Mountains. It is said that they are always separated when they sleep. Every evening, their bodies sleep at home, and their heads fly out to play.

I saw these "head-falling men" swooping down at any time, grabbing the vicious snakes and insects crawling all over the ground and throwing them into their mouths and spitting them out.

An extremely beautiful girl, the man with the head of the green red scaled snake bit the head of the green snake. The green snake caught off guard and swung its tail. A strange sound came from the girl's mouth. More than a dozen people with the head rushed down and bit the green snake together. They flew into the sky with the green snake. Then, they threw it into the sky, caught it, and threw it again, and then smashed it heavily, which shocked the people below to run away and hide. The people with the head laughed and were very proud.

In the laughter, the singing came:

The sky is already covered in white

But I couldn't fly out of the loess confined to my chest

I lifted bright flowers with my eyes

Let the mountains and rivers retreat, and the white clouds and the dark night retreat

My eyes have been rusted for many years

I've walked very far, but I still can't see myself in the vicinity

...

The singing and laughter were gone, and the sky became quiet. It turned out that the night had not arrived at all, and it had just entered noon.

The "returners" are arranged in a matrix and bow together in the direction of the singing, as if they are singing their masters.

On the canopy of the Thousand-year-old Cypress King, there were white figures standing, and thousands of rays of light were projected on him. He dominated the towering mountain alone!

As he waved his hand, the "Start Man" flew away in an orderly manner.

The survivors held their breath and watched this scene incredibly.

The Biwing Bird had this breathing opportunity and stirred up his wings. The flames surrounding the copper convoy were quickly extinguished.

The black and thin Onmyoji saw the opportunity and shouted loudly: "Arrow..."

The crossbowmen who were tilted around the cypress tree woke up as if they were dreaming, turned their heads to shoot arrows in the direction of the man in white, but where were there any traces of the man in white?

With a dragon roar, there was only a loud noise in the sky, and the dazzling white light suddenly enveloped the surroundings. But when I saw the red flames in the cypress forest suddenly appeared, the sizzling sounds, and the crossbowman, who fell slowly, saw in horror that his boots and socks melted on his feet, the white bones protruded, and he couldn't even feel the pain, so he fell down.

The sky was so dim that it was not like daylight, but the woods were as bright as daytime - not flames, but a cold white light, reflecting the red wings of the bird, as if an incredibly large fairy flower bloomed in the night sky.

On the King of Ancient Cypresses, a man in white stood up.

There was still lingering sound around him, which was the distant dilution played by the first Shengseng created by Nuwa, a distant ancestor in China:

From then on, the quietness of Mount Feng is gone

I stood at the top of the peak, my heart was in a mess

Those frightened birds flew back to their old land

But I can't fly again

...

The whole mountain looked at him.

The man said lightly, throwing out the gravel pieces in his hands like playing tricks. His strength was just right, and he fell on the withered cypress trees. None of them escaped.

His sigh was like the flowers crying in all seasons, with great compassion: "The dead trees can still be greener, but people cannot be resurrected after death. What a pity, it's such a pity."

The sound was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

The scattered Onmyoji gathered quietly in the crowd, exchanged glances with each other, and let out a roar. In the roar, a group of mountain mandrills rushed over, climbing up the thousand-year-old cypress at an incredible level, and biting them at the white mantle together.

The mandrill in the front was more than one person tall when he stood upright. He pinched the neck of the man in white with his arms, and his long white teeth were nailed straight to his throat. The mandrill in the back was inserted into the vest of the man in white, as if he was used to cooperating, and he was very tacit.

The man in white could no longer hide, but the Onmyoji did not relax and all kinds of hidden weapons greeted the man in white.

Seeing that the man in white was about to be torn to pieces by a mandrill or shot into a hedgehog, a tiger roar suddenly in the air, but when the man saw him flying straight up, he grabbed a large handful of hidden weapons in his hand, and waving it, waving it down there.

Seven or eight mondrills fell to the ground in a row, and all died on the spot.

Seeing that he was so powerful, how could the Onmyoji dare to fight again? The thin old man roared strangely and quickly disappeared into the night. The other Onmyoji also fled in panic.

The man in white didn't chase him, but just stood on the tree, clapping his hands gently, as if he was just a little bit of dust.

The Great Sacrifice Platform became his background.

He is above him, like a god.

The winged bird had already extinguished all the flames around it and spread its wings to park in the king's car. The male bird stood on his left leg and the female bird stood on his right leg. It was perfectly matched and incredibly elegant.

The man in white laughed loudly: "The fairy-shaped and jade bones are as fierce as fire. The legendary winged bird is indeed beautiful!"

He wore a golden mask, half a foot long vertical eye, and half a foot long extended ears. He was resurrected by the bronze statue of the horizontal eye that had just disappeared.

Someone exclaimed: "King Bai Guan!"

"King Bai Guan is resurrected!"

The king's car suddenly drove away, and a red figure jumped at the top. Two winged birds landed silently and stood on her side.

The snake-headed Zhu Guan was very alert, and the purple cloak seemed to be trembling slightly, as if the most dangerous moment had just arrived.

The Tushan Houren couldn't believe it. In the king's car, it was Fu Feng Chulei.

But she kept staring at the innocent flames on the withered cypress trees. The strange flames did not cause wildfires, as if only rows of lights were lit on the cypress trees.

"What a great burning stone! It's really a magical object! It is said that when Yan Emperor found burning stone in Qianshan, he could emit clear and bright light at night, even if a small particle was tiny, it could shine brightly. But unexpectedly, Qianshen still has such strong combat power..."

Her speech was very slow, her voice was soft, and in the death after a fight, it was like spring breeze and rain, extremely gentle, with a reassuring power.

The man in white, condescending eyes slowly fell on the red "Yufu" banner beside her, and her red figure seemed to be integrated with the flag.

The elegance of the Bird is not as good as her slim figure.

In Ran Ran’s death, there is the blooming of the newborn buds.

She stared at the golden mask, the familiar figure, and the familiar voice seemed to have left yesterday.

I bowed my hands and saluted: "Thank you...you are helping me!"

He replied: "I'm not here to save you!"

ps: The quotation of the poems in this article are from Mr. Peng Zhiqiang's "The Story of the Golden Sands", which I hereby explain! I have also met Mr. Peng and told me that he had quoted his masterpiece, thank you for your permission.
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