Merry little roll

Thousands of feet away, in the southern polar region of the Southern Kingdom, heavy snow is flying, the sky and the earth are frozen, the wind roars sadly and presumptuously in this snowy environment, and the thousand-year-old white sings of loneliness.

The dreamland under the ice layer is the endless ice and snow, the sword that drips blood continuously, the endless mad energy, and the broken bird-like soul that fills the sky.

It's a soul-sorrowing bird, a blue cat, and a ghost swing swaying in the night.

The snow fell harder and harder, and the tiny hailstones fell on the trees, making a rustling sound. The world was icy and snowy, covered in silver, and everything was still in the mist.

In Mo Yin's dreamland, he was enveloped by the breath of forbidden solitary.

The young man was held in a moldy water tank. He struggled desperately, but he could only suffer more from suffocation.Evil desires are mottled, and blood is splashed on the wooden sword.

Forbidden Gu turned into endless soul-stricken birds, snatching away Mo Yin's eyeballs.

A field of ice and snow appeared in the bleeding hole, a trembling mountain forest appeared, and bloody water appeared all over the mountains and plains. In an instant, the pain finally completely covered him.

The rocks are rolling, and the lacquered cat corpse is still roaring towards the sky.

The vines danced, entangled with the festering venom.

The knife and halberd appeared in front of Mo Yin, floating in mid-air, as cold and heavy as ever.

Jin Gu was behind him, murmuring a low incantation in a low voice.

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up...

Jin Gu raised his hand until the cold saber and halberd fell into his palm, scalding human skin and devouring human soul.

At the moment when the palm wrapped the knife and halberd, the venue was suddenly covered with silver, and all the hustle and bustle under the vastness was instantly swallowed by the thousands of miles of ice sculptures into endless silence.The unreconciled struggle, the bitter memories of the ups and downs, the rolling red flags in the distant mountains, the copper bells emitting bursts of light... were all wrapped in ice and snow into a still silence.

There is snow all over the world, illusory and boundless, the hot white burns the eyes of the world, and there are only the constantly fluttering ice and snow and the careful breathing of the ice sculptures.

Mo Yin was exposed to the scorching ice in this world, his white clothes fluttered, his eyes faintly glowed with gold, something violently hit his heart, as if it was about to break through the ground, every inch of his breath brought a surge of desire.He reached out and put his hand on his heart, feeling the more and more violent jump there.

Ji Gu smiled triumphantly. He turned into a copper-yellow cat, jumped onto the high platform, and spun onto the top of the tower, pushing Mo Yin into the endless abyss...falling, falling...until Turned into a pool of rotten blood and blood.

When everything returned to peace, only the sound of melting ice and snow remained in the world, and the overwhelming loneliness in the world turned into leisurely sighs.

The ice layer broke, and the ice-white figure sealed on the ice layer gradually woke up.

With a "bang", the snow and mist exploded in mid-air.

A large flock of soul-sorrowing birds appeared like a black curtain that suddenly appeared in the sky, covering the dark red clouds. Their flapping sound was like a storm, causing dizzy calls in everyone's eardrums.Countless dark gray beaks, countless blue pupils, they cut through the air and rushed towards the sky at high speed.

The sky is full of flying snow and ice, the ground is cracked, and the ice water seeps in. The ice layer under ten feet is unsealed, and the battle scars of thousands of years ago are suspended.

The ice is like a cone, like a thorn, like a needle, and the iceberg is like a tomb, like a tomb. This endless mountain range has been monotonous and cold forever.

The icy white figure stood and dragged in the snow step by step, but there was no loss in his eyes.

The white clothes fluttered, and that's left eye was bleeding, but the right eye was completely insane.

The wind roared in mid-air, like a shakuhachi crying blood.

Sheng Xiao doesn't care about his life, Yin soldiers crush the end of the road, lonely souls are forbidden to sing chaos.

At this time, the cliffs in the north of the Northern Kingdom were covered with a dense night like ink.

The sky is black, and the rolling clouds are as heavy as black iron, hanging down oppressively towards the earth, drawing a misty sadness on the endless vastness, rolling and relaxing, and drifting straight to the unprovoked mountain top.

The crow crowed on the treetops, turned its cloudy eyes on the bouncing treetops, and screamed sharply from the chest. The head waved with the wings on both sides of the shoulder blades, stiff and smudged with thick black.

The white tiger runs tirelessly in the mountains and fields, its rough claws are carved into the sand and stones, and the person sitting on the seat leans on the black sword, but his eyes are ruthless, only the faint moonlight remains.

The ferocious beast jumped up and carried the people on its back to the cliff of Samsara Realm. The rocks were steep, and the boundless wind whizzed past, rolling snowflakes up and down.The wind blowing on the white tiger's face was like being cut by a knife, and the red robe was shaken by the blowing.

The mist was steaming, and the huge air flow surged upwards, making the white tiger's eyes sting.

Yuan Yang looked down.

The vast waves, like the splashed ink in the painting of the sad soul bird, are not pure blue waves, but he can also see the mist rolled up by the waves, the paleness at the moment when the waves are rolled up, and the splashing waves... ...Looking at it for a long time, I feel as if I am about to fall into the vast sea.

The white tiger was engulfed in the mist, its eyes were dim, and Yuan Yang couldn't help wondering whether it was looking at the Xingyang sea, or thinking about the common people at dawn.

The moonlight shone on the top of the hillside, blending the thin rustling leaves, floating dust, and red flakes swaying left and right into the silence and sigh in the dark shadows.

Yuan Yang turned back and fell down the cliff in an instant.

The wind roared loudly, and the red robe was lifted, black silk fell like hair, and the wind penetrated into every inch of skin.The copper-gold mask of the right eye shone in the darkness, and the ink in the eyes melted into the endless night.

The next moment, the three orifices were instantly filled with sea water, and the consciousness gradually became illusory.

His body was involuntarily bobbing up and down with the fluctuations of the sea water. The cold sea water gradually submerged his mouth and nose, and the aquatic plants clasped his ankles.The scarlet robe was swollen, as if it could be shattered at any time.

The bright red blood scattered into the water one by one, drawing magnificent traces, and the water plants trembled.

"cough, cough"

There was another rush of waves, the water plants danced violently, and blood almost filled the entire field of vision.The water waves were still swaying impatiently, the blood color became deeper, and creatures attracted by the smell of blood were waiting in the dark.

Yuan Yang bit his lower lip, the smell of blood permeated, and the creature hidden in the dark swam to his side like thunder and lightning, lifted him up from the deep sea water, and broke through the air in the turbulent current out.

The sky was drizzling, and Yuan Yang was lifted to the flat ground, with water dripping from his body, no one was around, only the chirping of birds and beasts.

Among the verdant greenery, it was very familiar, Yuan Yang followed the aura to the depths of the woods, the indistinctness in front of him gradually became clear, it was a stone statue, and a faint fairy air shrouded it.

"It's an ancient beast." The voice was as flat as water.

A man in green clothes walked out from the depths holding an umbrella, his knuckles were clearly defined, and his blue shirt was slightly cold.

Pale, huge, gentle.Don't care about the two masters, sacrifice loyalty with blood.A giant beast like Canglu has the gentlest temperament among the many divine beasts in ancient times.It is loyal and loyal, and only recognizes one person in its life, and it will protect each other for life after forming a blood contract.

Tens of thousands of years ago, its master, Xiaoyao God of War, was forced to stand up and fight. After bloodbathing the plains, he finally died on the battlefield because of the disparity in strength.Only Cang Lu stood firm on the battlefield, even if his body was full of sword arrows, he would not retreat.

It rained heavily that day, and the dying Cang Mu looked at the blood-flowing plain, and the sky and the earth were completely red.Until the last moment, it still protected the banner of the ancient gods high.The sky and the earth shattered, roaring like thunder, covering up all the killing sounds.

In the end, its bones were dragged away by the victors.The blood flowed on the plain for three days and three nights.

It rained heavily for three days and three nights.

The original pure white and holy statue has been eroded by wind and rain, and a large area of ​​peeling has appeared on the surface, but it is not difficult to see the ingenuity of the craftsmanship at that time, and every stripe is lifelike.

The tiger-like beast raised its head and roared mightily towards the sky, making people feel its wanton might and endless fighting spirit.Tens of thousands of years ago, did this huge beast run, howl, and fight in the woods, and show its last drop of loyalty to its master?

Yuan Yang stretched out his hand to touch it, and the coldness of the stone soaked into his skin.

"tick, tick"

The cool rain fell continuously, soaking the robe.As the rain fell on the stone statue, the mighty holy beast seemed to be weeping too, its proud aura tinged with helplessness and the sadness of the sun and the moon moving.

Scattered around are smaller stone statues, they are no match for thousands of years of washing, they have long since been broken and scattered so that they cannot see their original appearance, and the scattered raindrops are like a mourning song for a funeral.

"Cang Mu, I'm back." Yuan Yang gently parted his vermilion lips.

Tsing Yi raised the umbrella to cover Yuan Yang, separating the thousands of thin and cool rain.

"It's good to be back." Chang Shi chuckled.

The rain in the air was pattering, as if it had been falling for an eternity.

The author has something to say:

Gu Changshi is Changshi, he is Xiaoyao's mount Canglu, and he is the man in Tsing Yi. In fact, he has already appeared in the first volume (the stone statue holding an umbrella in the forest), and after that, everyone wearing Tsing Yi and wearing a The little girl (Wu Li Motou) belonged to him.

Canglu is always there.