New White Snake Asking Immortals

In a disaster, no matter who it is, it will reveal the truest self.

Some are brave, some are desperate, and some are on the sidelines.

Brave, there are fairies and ordinary people, the fairies and demons who have decided to do their best will be enlightened in the face of the catastrophe, and choose to use their insignificant body to prove their unwillingness. .

On the vast land, many immortals who stayed behind their doors resolutely went down the mountain and tried their best to rescue mortals with magic. These immortals, who knew they were going to die, remembered many things before the end of the world, remembering the bits and pieces of when they were ordinary mortals, and realized that they had always been is an individual.

There are also monsters trying to put out the wildfires that cannot be extinguished, hoping that the trees in the mountains will turn green again and the valleys will have water.

And the brave people among the mortals never gave up hope, running in the thick smoke, shouting, busy, believing that the natural disaster will eventually end.

Desperate people either sit in mourning and wait to die, or let out the dark side of their hearts.

Fortunately, the brave are like light, illuminating the world.

Daomen Xianshan is now wide open, accepting as many mortals as possible to avoid disasters.

The familiar immortals of Chunyang Palace carried the gourd down the mountain on their backs, as if everything went back to the Shenhua Mountain of the past, and the disciples went to various places to help the common people.

Through the thick smoke, Yu Rong suddenly saw the back of the little snake demon carrying a book box and weapons down the mountain, walking alone in the wilderness mass graves, soothing the lonely and wild ghosts and keeping one side safe. She used her unique medical skills to rescue and treat wounded soldiers. injured.

The back of the little snake demon gradually grew up, but it carried the heavy burden of mending the sky.

He also recalled being suppressed by himself at the bottom of the canyon because of his helpless mistakes, and then being suppressed at the Zhenlong Hall of Daming Palace.

The road to growth is rough and difficult, but step by step to the highest.

There are countless disciples of the various peaks of Chunyang Palace, only this little disciple is running around all year round.

to this day.

Appearing in places where the gods and immortals dare not go.

"As a teacher, I believe that no matter how hard it is, you will succeed..."

If Bai Yujun fails, it will bring catastrophe to the common people. If he succeeds, he can save all beings and all things in the prehistoric times. He can make up the sky and become a saint. Of course, this saint is a true saint, not a self-proclaimed saint. , the premise is that it can really withstand the catastrophe of the world.

If you can't bear it, the power of the old age sun is enough to destroy everything, and everything will return to nothingness.

Bamboo Spring Temple.

Old houses with stone walls and small broken temples, the wind blows the bamboo sea rustling.

The mist is like smoke, the egrets stop, the sun shines through the green bamboo leaves and sees the moss full of steps, the drought has not affected the Bamboo Spring Mountain for half, and the spring water is still sweet.

On the stone steps in front of the gate, which was about to collapse, which could barely be called a treasure hall, Lao Huixian carefully put away the dried bamboo shoots.

The temple is too dilapidated, there is no incense, the old and the young must be self-reliant.

The fiery red sky in the distance seems to have no effect on the old man Hui Xian, there is no fear, everything is empty, and he can carry water and grow vegetables leisurely.

The weather is just right for some dry dishes.

Xiao Shi is still sleeping, and there is no dark night to sleep at present. It has been a long time since the sunset.

Putting away the dried bamboo shoots carefully, after thinking for a while, Old Huixian rummaged through the old wooden box to find the needle and thread, picked up the small stone, the coarse cloth and old clothes of the snake demon boy and the long-faced king, and walked out of the old house.

Out of breath, he sat on the stone steps outside the hall.

Wet the end of the thread in your mouth first, and twist it skillfully on the old fingers full of thick calluses.

Hold up the thread and iron needle, squinting at the sun to thread the needle.

Then put the coarse cloth clothes on the legs, check the damage, use scissors to cut the rags into pieces of suitable size, bend the waist and slowly stitch them together.

Bamboo sea, egret, sunshine, moss and stone steps on the old wall of the broken temple, the small bald head in the house is sleeping soundly, and the old monk bends down to sew and mend.

Quanshan Bamboo Forest seems to be different from the outside, peaceful and peaceful.

After mending his clothes, Old Huixian slowly got up and went back to the house.

The cabinet was dark, and there was only a ray of light in the gap of the cabinet door. The cabinet door was pulled open from the outside. Old Huixian carefully put the folded clothes in and arranged them neatly. After closing the cabinet door, the cabinet returned to darkness.

He came to the bed, wiped the saliva from the corner of Xiao Shishi's mouth, and walked out of the wing slowly.

From the back door of Zhuquan Temple, along the winding mountain road in the bamboo forest, Lao Huixian climbed towards the top of Zhuquan Mountain with a bamboo basket on his back.

Muttering while walking.

"Donor Bai, the old monk can't afford this day, so he can only do his best, it's good..."

In the bamboo forest, the old man staggered, panting and climbing the mountain.

Daomen Xianshan.

The peaks and strange stones are pines, the cumulus clouds in the mountains, and the walls and green tiles of Qionglou and pavilions.

Under the archway of the mountain gate, Gan Wu went down the mountain with a long sword on his back, with a firm pace, one person with one sword, sword intent and awe-inspiring righteousness soared into the sky. Shot again!

The dark red sun was falling, and Gan Wu's back was gone.

...

Kunlun Ruins.

Countless mythical beasts and beasts that existed in the legend have awakened, the stretches of mountains come alive, the snakes raised their heads thoughtfully, the huge island slowly turned around, the rocks and rocks fell off into the sea, the old turtles breathed long, and on the fire tree, Bi Fang The bird's eyes brightened.

All kinds of strange creatures woke up from their slumber, and the ancient creatures that were thought to be extinct were not really extinct.

The old turtle tried to look up.

"Has another calamity started? Hmm... the scene is a bit noisy."

The ancient creatures woke up, and the most frightened people in the Kunlun Ruins were only those ancient people. Although they were born stronger than the human race outside, they were pale and powerless in the face of all kinds of strange and fierce creatures. go.

At the Kunlun Ruins, where the dragon veins are located, on the top of the peak, the stalwart and noble golden figure silently looks out at the sky.

The awakened ancient creatures seemed to be very afraid of the golden figure and did not dare to get too close. Only a few legendary beasts would glance at the peak.

The golden figure turned his head and smiled at the empty side.

He couldn't see it, but he knew clearly that she must be by his side as before, supporting each other.

Even though they are far apart in time and space, she is really by her side, standing together.

The golden figure seemed to be talking to himself, and it seemed to be talking to her. Although he couldn't make a sound, he could clearly see what he was talking about.

"This moment has finally come, the sun is burning, the sun is falling to the ground, if it is possible..."

"What about the emperor's throne, I just want to be well."

He talked a lot, and there was a lot of worry and tension in his words. No matter how much he planned to build today, he really hoped that Bai Yujun would live well. Compared with Bai Yujun's safety, the throne is no longer important.

Beside her, the graceful and luxurious woman was equally nervous. It was a matter of calamity, and she couldn't see many things clearly.

The golden figure is still talking about it~www.wuxiamtl.com~ not enough, far from enough..."

Shaking his head and looking beside him.

"You said it was all destined, but... alas..."

Making up the sky is easier said than done.

In ancient times, the four poles were abolished, the nine states were torn apart, and the waters were endless. All that can be done is admiration, but the younger generations have to perform the feat of mending the sky.

Although every step is within the plan, it is one thing to plan for billions of years, and it is another to come before the event.

Who would have thought that the Dragon Court Emperor, who once ruled the heavens and myriad worlds, had difficulty keeping his composure and was in a chaotic manner.

He couldn't see it, the graceful and luxurious woman beside him pretended to be strong, trying to raise her head not to let the tears flow, her eyes were filled with only the flimsy figure that she had seen countless times in the sea of ​​​​fire and could never be enough.