Xuanyu
The crowd jumped out and threw them in the rubble with snow and green feathers taking off their cloaks.
"It's Xuanyu!"
Immediately afterwards was a cry of death. The light of the fire pierced the sky, and in an instant, countless people poured out, and the sounds of running away, shouting, children's cries, and houses hula collapsing were mixed together, deafening.
But he was several feet tall, his face was like an ox's head, his back was full of wings, his feet were eight, his head was three heads and six arms, his copper head was iron, and his sword and gun could not enter. Holding a knife in his hand, holding an axe, holding a go, swallowing smoke and spitting fog, surrounded by fire. Behind him were more than eighty demon generals, all with copper heads and iron foreheads, each with extraordinary skills. There are also an incalculable number of demon soldiers. Everywhere you step is a ruin. The disciples who only listened to the "Ping-Pong Ping-Pong" had already fought with the demon soldiers.
"This time the Buddha-figures will definitely destroy you rabble-rousers and rule the Three Realms, hahaha..." The voice was like thunder, and the ears of the people who shook them roared.
In a moment, smoke and fire filled the whole earth, and the fierce wind and rain blew on the body like a knife. The disciples of the Gate Sect could no longer resist Xuan You's attack, and they were crippled and defeated.
The corners of Yao's mouth spilled blood, and he fell to his knees weakly. Mo Chen and Yi Ju beside them were like this, if they continued like this, they would definitely be completely annihilated. Yao's heart was extremely anxious, and he couldn't help it. A cold wind blew bloody gusts of disgusting air.
"What to do? What to do? Yao murmured.
"Yao, don't worry." Mo Chen said comfortingly.
Just at this moment, ten thousand golden rays appeared in the sky, and the auspicious clouds were all over, and the disciples looked up to see that the masters of various sects had arrived. "Master!" All the disciples are enlightened. Seven immortal shadows appeared in the air: Master Guan Shiyin of Putuo Mountain, Master Zun Of the Huasheng Temple, Master Zun Of the East Sea Dragon Palace, Master of the East Sea Dragon Palace, Master of the Moon Palace, Master of the Yin Cao Prefecture, Master of the Yin Cao Prefecture, Master of the Yin Cao Prefecture, Master of the Dragon King, Master of the Lion's Hulling Ridge, Master of the Lion's Hull ridge. Coupled with the Tang Dynasty Official's Master Zun Cheng Yaojin and Fang Inch Mountain's Master Zun Bodhi Ancestor who came to Hexi first, the Nine Gate Sect Immortal Masters all arrived.
Guanyin stood in it and said, "If you want to suppress Xuan You, you can't rely on your current spiritual power at all, and for the sake of the Three Realms, we are willing to transmit our lifelong cultivation to you." Yao'er, you are talented and do not like the world, the position of chief of Putuo should have been held by you, but you postponed, but this time you cannot tolerate it. The situation did not allow them to say much, and the sect leaders accepted the cultivation of their respective masters. Guan Shiyin gave spiritual power to Yao.
Less poured, they did not have time to take care of the exhausted masters, from the new tidying up, high morale. The ruined earth was instantly brighter.
The wind was cold, the grass was yellow, and the earth was a fire. Yao led the crowd to the front. With the cultivation power of the masters, the cultivation power increased by a hundredfold.
Yellow sand filled the sky, smoke billowed in the smoke, cold wind and ice rain made the smell even more choking, blood flowed into a river, and the earth was muddy. I don't know how many hours of battle, I don't know how many days of battle, there is no star, no moon, no sun, only the sky-high fire illuminates the earth, and the battle is a piece.
Finally, the demon soldiers were killed and wounded, and the demon generals also fell down, leaving only Xuanyu struggling to die. The disciples of the Nine Gate Sect were all scarred.
"Damn—" cried Xuanyu, "you don't want to get what I can't get, but if that's the case, we'll all end up together!" The sound was like a huge thunderclap that spread through the air.
Xuanyu threw away his weapon to stimulate the qi and flames in his body, but saw xuanyu's body turn into a huge black mist. Just listen to "Boom! With a loud noise, the sky of fireworks and chaos shook violently along with the earth. The people standing on the ground were swaying with it. The boulders on the mountains in the distance fell recklessly. The black mist exploded, and a cloud of red flame burst out, rolling towards the earth, and the Three Realms were instantly covered in burning flames...
"Flash away!" Yi saw the panic and went to pull Yao who was rushing in the front, even though the distance was a little far, he had more than enough heart and insufficient strength.
"Watch out!" Although Mo Chen was close to Yao, this situation was very urgent, and it was known that she could not reach it. The fierce flames made it difficult for Yao to open her eyes, only to feel a touch of cyan appear in front of her eyes in a trance, and then her body flew out, after which she lost consciousness and fell into the sea of fire...
End
The spring sun is warm and shines throughout the mountains.
The sun caresses the new leaves, the leaf green shines, the sun kisses on the flowers, and the floral fragrance is elegant. Birds weave through the halos and cross in golden suits. A field of cherry blossoms is bustling, the green grass is covered with pink and white petals, and the spring breeze is moving slightly, and a rain of cherry blossoms is wafting. The flower rain danced gently and fell on the lake with golden light.
In the bamboo hut in the mountains, Yi looked at Yao, who was lying unconscious on the bamboo bed, and she had slept for three winters.
Yi sighed softly. Take out the anchovy and slowly play the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival night. Two lines of clear tears crossed the world's pale face.
Qing Yu, dressed in white, stood outside the bamboo house, looked at the two people lying in the room, looked at each other, and shook their heads slightly.
On that day, Yi stumbled to bring the scarred and unconscious Yao to the only remaining bamboo house. At that time, if it wasn't Mo Chen, it would be her who went...
Yao had a long dream.
In the dream, it is the wedding of Snow and Qingyu, draped in red and green, full of joy. It was very lively, with smiling faces and blessings.
Suddenly Yao came to a sea of sunshine warm flowers, flowers and grasses waist-high, red, pink, yellow, purple, blue flowers. Yao stood in a sea of flowers in a lilac gauze dress.
"Yao".
Someone called her. Yao turned around and looked surprised: "Mo Cheng! Yao saw Mo Cheng smiling at her and slowly walked towards her. Yao Ran went over and tried to pull him forward, but he couldn't touch it, and suddenly there was a light cough. Yao murmured, "It's not Mo Cheng, it's Master Brother." The man turned into a green-robed Mo Chen. Mo Chen smiled at her, smiling softly. Then he turned and ran, as if floating up, Yao chased after him and shouted, "Master, wait for me!" ”
Just then there was the sound of the piano again. Yao stopped his steps and looked back, and saw that there was a clearing in the middle of the sea of flowers, and a man in a light blue robe was playing the piano, and the sound of the piano was sad and sad. Singing while plucking the strings:
Meet and accompany each other, know for many years. I remember when the passion was sweeter than honey. Hand in hand to laugh, promote knee talk, cut candles and flowers on spring nights. I only hope that Qingxin and I will both go, and I will not live up to the years.
Spring breeze goes, autumn love comes. And look at the beauty of the moment. Look at the chrysanthemums, see the Guidan, and admire the full moon with the tall building. In the face of the beautiful scenery and Qing love, the infatuation fulfilled his wish. The light blue robe rises slightly with the wind...
Outside the bamboo house, butterflies are buzzing and dancing, swallows are singing warblers, and the red sunset falls in a sea of xia, dazzling and gorgeous. Another day has passed...
All stories will come to an end, but we should still be thankful for the encounters we have had. This issue of the serial fan fiction is also the last issue, I don't know how this ending looks? If you also have a passion for creation, don't forget to submit your work to Ling'er!