The world of small wrecking balls.

The suspended mountains picked up by scavenging are full of life, with red, yellow, and purple flower trees, thick vines hanging from cliffs, and flocks of flying birds spreading their wings and circling, quietly suspended above the vast clouds and mist.

The gorgeous hall resounded with crisp footsteps.

Bai Yujun took the phoenix to his palace, the luxurious dragon chair was shining brightly, and the red carpet with suitable softness and hardness was spread down the steps.

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

Walk up the steps to the dragon chair.

Elegantly turn around and sit comfortably reclined, with your legs crossed.

It feels slightly deserted.

"When the time comes, we need to make the world lively. ”

Wait slowly, you need to wait until you are strong enough, right now, raising birds or watering seedlings, it's actually good, no one bothers you when you're alone in a daze, the whole world is your own, ask who in the world can be so rich.

......

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

A distant place, can be called the southern wilderness of the fairy world, a mountain is divided into four seasons, ten miles of different days, big mountains, peaks into forests, green water, mountains and rivers around thousands of times, rain and fog that are difficult to dissipate, and dense forests full of vitality.

The place where the main vein of Jiuli has multiplied for generations, adjacent to the wider endless demon world.

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

Mid-levels, stockade.

The wooden houses are scattered and shrouded in mist.

Cliffs, waterfalls rumbling.

In the vast mountains of white water, the cliff suddenly stopped and fell nine times.

Halfway up the mountainside, the white water splash is hidden between the green trees, the twists and turns meander and run, the cangling rock wall, the river falls sharply, like the white dragon climbing the mountain, the lowest waterfall water vapor rises to the clouds, and the green water deep pool rumbles and echoes.

in the valley.

By the waterfall pool, Mu Duo is as always in Jiuli costumes, pleated skirts, and exquisite silver jewelry.

Quietly look up at Bai Lian.

Feel the coolness of the moisture on your cheeks.

She likes to see the waterfall, perhaps because of the white dragon climbing the sky, the people in the village call the white dragon waterfall, the white dragon, is the reason why she stands here and stares quietly, in the long life, the girl who turned into a white snake occupies the most important position in her memory.

Her presence can be felt in the dark, far away, in different directions.

The news about the Divine Beast is always the most popular, and I may not know who the eight Immortal Monarchs of the Immortal Realm are, but the various clans must know how many Divine Beasts there are.

Particular attention is paid to the dragon.

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, I don't know how many bloody killings have been experienced, and the peach festival dances, dancing to the prosperity of the world.

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

"Xiaobai, I feel ...... We'll see you soon. ”

The valley is secluded.

The sun shines through the white mist and sprinkles golden, the waterfall hangs a rainbow, and the lonely figure by the river is in the colors.

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

Halfway up the mountainside terraced village, the totem holy beast is a lifelike white dragon......

Mu Duo flew gracefully to the top of the mountain.

Looking into the distance, it is difficult to hide your worries, the sky is already blood red, which means that there are killings in that direction, war, countless wars between gods and demons have appeared for the first time in this ancient world, Mu Duo has seen the war scenes between Heaven and the Demon Realm, which can be called hell, it is hard to imagine that Xiaobai grew up in that kind of war.

Perhaps, the flames of war will soon burn to Jiuli.

Mu Duo had a hunch.

It was difficult for Jiuli to stay out of the matter, including the demon clan.

If the demon race enters the immortal realm, the other races will inevitably be extinct, and the nature of the demon is destruction.

When you are in turmoil, you will think of Bai Yujun.

"Xiaobai, I'll wait for you......"

Overcast clouds obscured the sun, and a misty drizzle wet the tender green rice seedlings.

Afar.

Battlefield of gods and demons.

The black pressure monster is like the tide of the sea, and it consumes the heavenly army with more numbers.

The golden battle array in the gray wave resists and counterattacks, well-equipped and well-trained, and it is inevitable that it will be tired when facing the monsters that are not afraid of death, there are too many to kill, they can't be killed, they fly in the sky, they run on the ground, the small monsters are only three feet tall, and the large monsters are like giant beasts.

Heavy losses, the Celestial Army had to retreat.

Wherever the monsters go, they burn the plants and trees and eat all the living things, and the demonic energy pervades the life and extincts.

The war is gradually approaching the land of the Jiuli tribe.

In the mountains, a large ancient village, Jiuli strong people gathered.

The strong men of Jiuli have their own unique ways of traveling, driving giant multi-legged centipedes over mountains and mountains, riding butterflies larger than houses, or sitting on the top of cobras, and even strong people driving hideous monsters.

The purpose of gathering is to discuss how to deal with the war between gods and demons, and the war has affected many small villages, and even the heavenly court and the demon world feel that they are gradually getting out of control, so it is difficult for Jiuli to stay out of the situation.

About how to respond.

There is a lot of controversy within Jiuli, and there has been no result after several years of arguing.

The highest part of the cottage, a wide wooden building.

All the strong people sat down at will, and the people in the middle were all in power and the top powerhouses, faintly led by a white-haired old woman, drinking rice wine, and the green smoke of the bonfire curled up.

Mu Duo sat behind a pillar in the corner of the periphery, listening quietly.

Many strong people even Mu Duo saw it for the first time, especially a group of women who were the most mysterious.

The face of the argument is red.

Outside the window, the rain stopped, and the sun shone on his face.

Mu Duo brushed her sideburns and hair, and secretly wandered, if it weren't for being a small village saintess, she wouldn't be sitting here, and the discussion would not be fruitful, Jiuli advocates freedom, fighting against Heaven for generations, the hatred accumulated by countless generations is deeper than the sea, and countless people are looking forward to the defeat of Heaven and the Demon Realm.

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

Heavenly Court has been restrained, the two sides only have conflicts and rarely fight, but the demons are different, they destroy everything, destroy the mountains and forests and kill all the living beings.

The quarrel continues.

It's too boring.

Mu Duo supported his chin with one hand, and with the other hand, he randomly picked the texture of the wooden pillar to pass the boring time.

After arguing and arguing, it was finally decided to ask the old priest to ask for guidance from the ancestors.

The festival is held on a day in the village, the young boys and girls are dressed in costumes, singing and dancing around the altar, the silver ornaments are snow-white and crisp, the song echoes in the mountains, the reeds, the copper drums, the music and the song go straight to the heavens, and the three animals and melons and fruits are offered to worship the ancestors......

The group of mysterious women sang in some kind of melody.

The sacrificial activities are full of primitive atmosphere, simplicity and sincerity, and at the top of the altar is the white-haired old priest, who communicates with his ancestors in the ancient Jiuli language.

As one of the many holy women, Mudo had to dance with the other saints near the altar.

It can be said that there is no one who can't sing and dance in Jiuli, and it has been deeply rooted in the blood.

The flames burned.

Soaring.

The red flames rose more than three feet high......

Mysterious and ancient melody, the sacrificial activities are vast, no matter how high the cultivation is, you must be extremely pious, hoping to get the guidance of the ancestors to tide over the disaster.

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 gathered around the old priest and returned to the wide wooden building.

The old priest painted a picture.

Nor did everyone, including the old priests.

The ancestors may have suggested ways to deal with the flames of war, and the handwriting was messy, and they could barely see the lightning, the monstrous floods, the ferocious flames, and it seemed that there was a terrifying beast, and everyone could not understand what it portended.

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

：。 ：