Chapter 20 Chapter 21

Above the black pillar, a little white hangs down, like a drop of tear hanging on the giant pillar. The white is so dazzling, it is made of the most noble lotus mithril.It is said that when Brahma was born, the frost water condensed from the lotus under the seat dripped into this white mithril.After that, it was handed over by Brahma to the king of non-heaven, and it took a thousand years to build a pair of armor with all the power of the kingdom.It is "eternity in the sky". This armor has seven blessings of faith, compassion, strength, bravery, majesty, wisdom, and eternity. It is an unparalleled armor in heaven and earth.Only when it is put on the body of the non-heavenly king can the non-heavenly clan successfully build the Three Linked City and dominate the world.It is gorgeous and magnificent, and if it appears, all the forces in the world will worship it.

And at this moment, it is so weak, hidden between the pitch black and red, like a dying moth.It seems that just a moment later, it will be swallowed up by black and red, and turned into dust forever. The peacock-shaped mithril helmet covered his whole body with beautiful and delicate tail feathers.On the face, a pure white mask is formed.His face was hidden behind the mask, completely concealing all solemnity and solemnity. Only a pair of eyes were exposed, but they were the most serene light, staring lightly at the intruder's face. He is a god, and this world is like a speck of dust, unable to stop his sight.When he forgot the whole world, he sat upright, meditating in the earth and fire, thinking about the glory of the creation of the world thousands of years ago.

He is the creator of this world, no one dares to contend, no one dares to blaspheme. Zhuo Wangsun stared at him. Those eyes moved his heart inexplicably. Then look all over his body. From the peacock-shaped mithril helmet, to the lotus-like shoulder armor, to the breastplate of the vast sea, the armor skirt of the towering mountain, the lion's bond, the bodhi knee pads, and the boots of the heavens. Zhuo Wangsun seemed to be in a trance, he seemed to see a real god. God-like indifference, god-like humility, god-like compassion, and god-like tenderness. It was perfect enough to match the eternal perfection of the sky.

When he came to this world, the world bowed down and bowed down for him willingly. He is as spotless as a lotus flower. Zhuo Wangsun smiled. Sneered, self-satisfied.Before him, no gods are allowed. He wanted to kill the god named after Brahma, and then take the lotus away. As soon as he took a step, the eyes of the gods suddenly changed. The face of mithril was coldly covered on the god's face, making him like an ice sculpture, projecting an indifference beyond the world of mortals.He looked down on everything without the slightest emotion.His strength is like the sky, his wisdom is like the sea, no one can invade him.

"You blasphemer, stop." The voice of the gods floated down like nine heavens. Zhuo Wangsun smiled coldly, turned his eyes upside down, and stared at the god covered with mithril.Flames flew from all over the sky, and the magma was like a burning totem, spreading cracks on the black iron land.The bright god suspended in it is like the origin of all this, and it seems like the end of everything.The mithril armor emits a faint light, which is not strong, but reflects everything. The god stands floating in the air, and the black pillar wrapped around the scarlet totem is his shadow.He clasped his hands together, the mithril cloak that was several feet long hung down, and he remained silent, just like an ancient and long sigh, as solemn as him.

Those faint words are so solemn. Zhuo Wangsun stepped on the pitch-black high platform without stopping.The magma, flowing countercurrently from the black pillar, boiled into countless strange symbols, like a sea of ​​milk that gave birth to countless lives.The black iron cast into the high platform is extremely strange, even though it was scorched by the flames, it did not melt at all.Black and red are mixed, messy and chilling. Zhuo Wangsun's internal energy was vigorously activated, and the true energy was like a vast spring water, breaking out of the body. When spring water meets magma, it is like wind blowing fire, and it immediately burns violently.Suddenly, the flames spit out, like countless phoenixes bathing in flames, flying towards Zhuo Wangsun's side.Zhuo Wangsun's true energy surged, and the fire ball exploded loudly, surging upwards, forming an incomparably huge tornado, entwined with incomparably blazing fire clouds, circling around his side.

The sneer on the corner of Zhuo Wangsun's mouth was so vivid that even though the wind was raging, it couldn't hide it at all.He stretched out his finger, and the fire-colored tornado immediately pointed at the god like a sword: "How do I kill you?" Behind the peacock mask, the clear and quiet eyes of the gods are like spring water. He is a god higher than the nine heavens, accustomed to worship and awe.Even the national teacher of the Eight White House and the Great Khan of Mongolia willingly surrendered to him. He blessed them and bestowed them with endless wealth and merit.

All power is created from his fingers, and it is his blessing to all living beings. What kind of power dares to violate his majesty? The face of Mithril reflected the fire, and condensed into a cold smile, which seemed to mock all living beings—could they have forgotten that it was he who created the whole world? Power, wisdom, evil, goodness, gods, demons, all appear because of his creation. Legends, history, feats, glory, dignity, and immortality all exist because of his blessing. He raised his hand slowly. left hand. His slender fingers were as pale as jade, without a trace of dirt.

The long sleeves woven with mithril threads were gently undone, like an extremely holy cloud, passing through the black and red sky.Seven kinds of secret treasures were inlaid on the long sleeves, which fluctuated with the movements of his fingers, like stars in the ancient night sky. Ruyu's fingertips brushed against the black pillar lightly, as if plucking invisible strings. Like a god sleeping in the afternoon, he slowly moved the Yueqin beside him. So lazy, so silent. Flick a bright moon. The god lowered his head and gently stretched his sleeves.Although he is covered in armor, his elegant posture still shines on the sky and the earth like a bright moon, bringing brilliance that penetrates the universe.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes were indifferent and far away, watching all things awakened by his fiddle. Ding Cong. Heizhu let out a soft cry, which seemed to be the clear song of the Jialing Pinga bird flying in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss. An enveloping thick magma suddenly exploded, flying and dancing on the black iron platform like countless angry snakes, and suddenly rushed towards Zhuo Wangsun. Zhuo Wangsun let out a long whistle, and the sword energy exploded. The boundless zhenqi circling around his body suddenly condensed into a thin layer of blue mist, and spun violently as his zhenqi suddenly surged.Countless rapiers appeared in the mist, piercing fiercely into the magma.

The sound of thunder roared, and the hot magma was torn apart by the volley, turning into vermilion flying dust all over the sky, falling down like a rain of stars. Zhuo Wangsun stood proudly, his sword aura became stronger, and the ten-foot-long wind swirled around him, pointing proudly at the pale god: "How do I kill you?" The face of the god is indifferent, as if he was facing a deceitful demon king hundreds of billions of years ago. Whether gods or demons, they are all children, children of his creation. He gently raised his hand. right hand. The mithril sleeve is like a ray of light, streaming on the black pillar. Ding dong. The melodious blunt resurgence is like a misty dream. The black iron high platform suddenly burst into anger, as if it was about to roll over, the magma flowing on it suddenly gained life, rolled into the sky, entangled together, and turned into a huge flame snake, roaring down like Zhuo Wangsun ! This pose is like a world falling apart, with Zhuo Wangsun's cultivation level, he can't help but change his face! That should not belong to the power of the human world. Only stars, moons and landslides can have such amazing power. But being a king and grandson was unafraid, his body floated up suddenly, wind and fire entangled him, and the cyan tornado swirling around him was like a giant blue dragon, making a roar and rushing towards the flaming snake. Zhuo Wangsun's Qingyi was upright, his sleeves were fluttering, and he swiped down with his sword formula. The Twelve Spring Water Swordsmanship represents the essence of the twelve kinds of swordsmanship.Although there are only twelve styles, they are no different from thousands of styles, but there is only one heart.Every time a move is performed, the giant blue dragon roars, and its body suddenly grows bigger. After performing all the twelve moves, Xianglong Tianwu seems to be much bigger than the flame snake. The dragon flew for nine days, and suddenly rushed down! The sky wind howled, and the flame snake suddenly darkened a little.The giant blue dragon suddenly entangled the body of the flame snake, and thousands of sword arts suddenly exploded at this moment! The flame snake let out a painful hiss, and its body burst apart! The blue dragon was flying, and Zhuo Wangsun stood with his hands behind his back, stepped on the ferocious snake's head, and floated down.The Flame Snake couldn't resist the power of the Canglong, and under Zhuo Wangsun's pressure, it let out a shrill roar and fell down. Zhuo Wangsun descended against the fire snake, just like a nine-day god and demon, descending into the world to generate anger. His cold eyes are the judgment of fate: "How do I kill you?" The god raised his head slowly, and the light on the peacock mask suddenly dimmed. This man can actually compete with him? There was a trace of anger in the deep eyes of the gods, but it was burnt out in an instant, turning into a ray of cool wind.He always has an elegant posture, just like the bright moon in the heart of the sky, bright and distant, not worried about everything in the world. He has no intention of killing, but he is just playing a piece of heavenly music, which can only be appreciated by bosom friends. Both sleeves danced at the same time, brushing up the huge black pillar, like flicking the moonlight in the sky. It is said that in the far north, there are copper pillars that stand through the sky and the earth, and they sing continuously every time the frost falls.Immortals take their music and make music for the joy of Juntian. It is a wonderful song that has never been heard in the world. When it appears, the world is silent and listens to our infinite soft voice. The huge black pillar suddenly became hot.The magma totem engraved along the black pillar, Hua Rongyuemao, burned up suddenly, the black pillar trembled, and the sound of the sky suddenly surged. God is angry. The entire black iron city seemed to turn into a huge harp at this moment, and it exploded loudly under the fingers of the gods.The wonderful sound is natural, but it is like countless angry swords, dancing vertically and horizontally, and it will turn into ashes immediately when it touches the body.The magma surged out from the high platform and the black pillar crazily, and turned into the infinite anger of the gods, which was about to burn the world. In a trance, the whole world seemed to be plunged into a fiery hell. There are no other colors, only red.Crazy, fiery red.Yanhong swept over everything, ferocious and fierce, as if it would turn this underground city into a sea of ​​flames at any moment. The demonic flames bloomed all over the sky, like a bright firework. The god stood floating in the air, bowing his head gently, staring at the huge red pillar under his hand, and his long silver sleeves fluttered in the wind, as if he was blowing the invisible strings. On his body, the brilliant battle armor was as clear and eternal as the sky, emitting a bright light like a bright moon, illuminating the entire underground through the fierce red flames. The music sounds flowed from the slender jade-like fingers of the gods, still clear and peaceful, like a midnight dream outside the floating world. However, it was this Luoluo voiceless sound that inspired the Flame Snake to dance wildly, filling the entire Black Iron City. Zhuo Wangsun Meifeng looked down, and his true energy surged. The vast Changfeng appeared again, and he jumped up and flew towards the sky.The power of this red scroll is too huge, like a volcanic eruption.With his cultivation base, he didn't dare to take such a mighty blow. The god smiled, and the voiceless sound played. The flames exploded suddenly and turned into extremely dense thunderstorms, chasing the black dragon formed by Zhuo Wangsun's true energy. Every note gave birth to a thunderstorm, which exploded in the Black Iron City.Although the blue dragon is extremely mighty, under the whirling of thousands of thunders, it can't help but suffer frequent scars, and the dragon's scales are blown off.The flames could not stop bursting from the center of the earth, driven by Joyful Joy, they came straight towards Zhuo Wangsun. Zhuo Wangsun's face turned cold, and his hands suddenly closed together! The blue dragon was furious, and the sky thundered! Zhuo Wangsun turned into a Sedum Changhong, and rushed to the gods in anger! No one has ever dared to violate his majesty like this, not even a god! This blow condensed all his cultivation bases, and his hair was torn into a sword of wind and fire, and shot in front of the god in a flash! The god sighed leisurely and clasped his fingers lightly. The unvoiced sound lingers, and the last note is melted in the endless flames. With a sudden sound, the totem of the earth on the giant pillar suddenly came out of the pillar, as if Buzhou Mountain was toppled, and smashed down on Zhuo Wangsun!Zhuo Wangsun holds the power of wind and cloud in his hands, and no one in the world can stop him.But this totem contains tens of millions of catties of magma, which is no longer something human can compete with! The soaring wind and fire burst at this moment, and the giant dragon that Zhuo Wangsun's sword energy would turn into couldn't even let out a mournful scream, but was smashed into pieces by the black pillar and scattered in the air. On Zhuo Wangsun! The god withdrew his hands, and his long sleeves drooped down, as if thousands of tenderness were hanging down. The voiceless sound is magnificent, curling up. Fierce flames danced furiously, filled the sky with ash and danced, drawing thousands of magnificent arcs, and finally returned to silence. Zhuo Wangsun knelt on one knee in the middle of the flames, his fingers were stained with blood, and gently supported the ground. The green shirt was broken. Blood oozed from his loose long hair, dripping onto the red ground, and evaporated instantly. This blow came like a catastrophe that would destroy the world, and even he couldn't completely avoid it. That is the majesty of the gods, and he must be in awe. Zhuo Wangsun slowly raised his head.His long blood-stained hair fell down, casting a messy shadow on his face. There was no ripple in his eyes as deep as the vast sea, but it seemed that there was a flame that was about to burn everything. Not far away, the distant gaze of the god shines on Zhuo Wangsun, as if reminding him to be in awe. Zhuo Wangsun got up slowly. He was never in awe, nor did he miss any god. If there is a god in this world, it must be him.No one can override his majesty, not even a real god! He stretched out his hand, and pieces of broken and filthy clothes were scattered, leaving his body like a butterfly sloughing off. His blazing eyes are like the devil flames in hell, staring at the clear eyes of the gods, like the scorching sun bursting out, bit by bit encroaching on the light of the bright moon: "How do I kill you?" The god was startled suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on this man. He suddenly understood that even he could not conquer this man's heart. Even if he has the power to destroy the world, he cannot be made to yield.When he stands on this land, even the gods must retreat in fear. If he exists, he must conquer all.Even the gods are no exception. The god sighed softly. He was originally the God of Creation, and all living beings come from him.The man in front of him is just his masterpiece, created by himself. Why can't he be fulfilled? Why fight with him? Why confront him? The god's eyes blurred, perhaps, they shouldn't have met. Then play a farewell song and say goodbye to him forever. The long sleeves fluttered and knocked on the black pillar. Suddenly, a figure flew past, and the sleeves of the gods suddenly stopped, as if they were dragged by an inexplicable force. The god looked up in surprise, and saw Zhuo Wangsun staring at him coldly, and said word by word: "Is this the secret of your strength?" Suddenly force. The god's frail body was immediately dragged away from the black pillar, and once he left the black pillar, the god lost his strength, couldn't help but staggered for a while, and was attracted and controlled by his monstrous energy, and slammed into the black pillar. The seven-step injury caused a violent explosion. The sky was full of scarlet blood, and the rock fire totem wrapped around the black pillar suddenly swelled and exploded into a volcano, burning the entire city in the center of the earth.The blazing tongues devoured everything, and all tangible things were plunged into the fiery hell. Zhuo Wangsun's true power was used again, and the god was completely controlled by him, and he slammed into the huge black iron pillar! There was a violent sound from the high platform, and countless streams of ground fire blasted out from the ground, dancing in the air for more than a thousand feet, and then crashed down, engulfing the entire dungeon in a sea of ​​flames.A bright stream of fire flew, and the blazing air rushed over, submerging the black iron platform in an instant. The entire city turned into a vast ocean, but it was an ocean of earth and fire, like the end of the world, waiting in horror for the demon's trial. The mysterious and ancient runes on the black iron platform were completely submerged. Pain flashed in the eyes of the god, and he held his forehead with both hands, trembling uncontrollably. Zhuo Wangsun was furious, and let out a long howl. He dragged up the pale body of the god, turned into a broken paper kite, and slammed into the black pillar. The black pillar roared furiously, and the ground suddenly trembled. That is fear, the fear when the gods die. This man actually killed God! The world was shaken, everyone was trembling, staring at this scene full of fear.In the distance, there was a mournful roar, and the blazing ground fire surged and surged, spreading towards the black pillar. The brightly colored totems turned gray at this time, and the burning magma, like corruption, fell off the black pillar one after another. This is the time of the end of the Dharma. The moment of God's extinction. Boom, the body of the god hit the black pillar. Heizhu let out a violent whine, as if he couldn't bear such pain. Zhuo Wangsun stood in the air, his long hair fluttering, and the flowing fire fell on his naked skin, instantly turning into ashes.The blood soaked and stained his face carved like ice jade, but he was more majestic than a god and more ferocious than a demon king. Destruction came because of it. The battle armor of the sky shattered, and mithril fragments flew, as if a sacred snow had fallen. The peacock mask made of mithril hit the huge pillar and shattered, causing a long mournful cry. That sound was Shen Ling who had been sitting for a long time, and finally woke up after three lives. At this moment, those deep and empty eyes finally glowed with a ray of brilliance like a bright moon. Zhuo Wangsun was furious, and poking his hand, the sword energy turned into a long rainbow, and fell towards the god. The fire light in the sky suddenly dimmed, and all the light seemed to have become phantoms, only that ray, that ray, leisurely appeared between the fingers of the god. Such a weak light cut off all causes and conditions at the moment of flashing. All Zhuo Wangsun's cruelty suddenly froze, and he shot back suddenly, the sky full of sword energy brushed past the god's chest, split the mithril breastplate in half, and exploded into thousands of fireworks. Zhuo Wangsun looked at the ray of light between the fingers of the gods in astonishment, and couldn't help being surprised: "It's you?" Shenming staggered and fell to the ground, his eyes filled with loneliness.When he looked back at the phantom of his past, he seemed to have gone through a reincarnation and became a human being again. With one long sigh, Zhuo Wangsun stepped forward, leaned over to support him, but couldn't help asking again: "How could it be you?" The god didn't answer, and closed his eyes for a long time, a strand of blood leaked from his forehead, staining the broken battle armor red. His face as clear as the bright moon is still like the purest jade under the cover of the sky full of flames, but because of the blood, it is no longer unreachable, and it carries the deepest sadness in the depths of the world of mortals. He is no longer a god, and finally wakes up and returns to a man named Yang Yizhi. He slowly opened his eyes, and there was a warm smile in them: "It's you..." The power of the two people's fierce struggle disappeared, and the fire in the sky and the earth gradually subsided, and it turned into a black and red intertwined city in the center of the earth again, as if nothing had happened. Zhuo Wangsun and Yang Yizhi were on the high platform, facing each other, silent. Yang Yizhi raised his sleeves, the eternity of the broken sky still covered him, but it looked so bleak. "This pair of mithril armor, combined with this city, forms a formation that suppresses my heart. It is the secret method of the non-celestial clan in ancient times. Unexpectedly, it was unable to stop Brother Zhuo, and it was broken..." He smiled slightly. Is this also the will of the gods?Let him wake up at this moment? The huge pillar made of black iron and the high platform below are cast with ancient spells. When the magma is filled with these spells, it will turn into a mysterious force that locks his will. There are only seven kinds of magic snakes The blood can make him escape control for a short time.Therefore, as long as this formation is running, he can only become the incarnation of Brahma forever, unable to be free, unable to leave. This array also gathers the power of the earth fire to protect him, making him extremely powerful and unmatched by anyone. But still can't compete with this man. Zhuo Wangsun looked at him, his mood was suddenly disturbed. Is he the so-called Brahma? Why him? The city in the center of the earth is as dark as eternal night. After a long time, Yang Yizhi showed his face and smiled: "Brother Zhuo must have seen a lot of disasters to find this place." Zhuo Wangsun's face suddenly darkened: "Who?" In the darkness, Yang Yizhi didn't notice the change in his expression, and said softly: "A woman, she..." Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Wangsun interrupted violently: "Is it your concubine?" Princess? Yang Yizhi looked at him in confusion, as if he didn't understand the meaning of his words. Zhuo Wangsun's face became incomparably stern, and he said coldly: "God concubines, also known as god concubines, are some ignorant women who were bewitched by evil gods and would rather serve the gods with their bodies." He stopped abruptly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said word by word: "You are here to accept her offering?" Yang Yizhi was astonished, and suddenly pushed him away: "Shut up!" For the first time, his Wen Runyu's face showed anger: "No one can insult her..." Zhuo Wangsun stood up, looked at him coldly, and said nothing. Yang Yizhi took a deep breath, seemed to feel his gaffe, and said softly: "She is the most kind and holy woman I have ever heard, and I will never tolerate anyone violating her, even myself..." Zhuo Wangsun looked at Yang Yizhi, his face became more gloomy. He didn't listen to Yang Yizhi's words. He believed that in these days, Yang Yizhi didn't put a finger on Xiangsi, and that everything Chong Jie said was not a lie spoken by the devil, a lie woven to stir up his pain and rage. However, when Yang Yizhi mentioned her, how could he let go of the deep nostalgia in his eyes, the deep affection that was willing to turn into ashes to save her from leaving? What had happened between the two of them these days? But he didn't want to make any unnecessary guesses. The best way was for the two of them to stand in front of him and confess everything in person. Zhuo Wangsun secretly sneered, "I'll take you to see her." Yang Yizhi didn't move, he tried to stick it to his face before picking up the broken mithril.Mithril burst in his palm, like a pool of punctured blood. "No, I can't leave..." The imprisonment that Zhuo Wangsun broke was only a small part of the formation of earth fire and black iron.It can only unlock his consciousness, but it cannot make him completely free.In this city, there are still countless ties to him. If he leaves one step, he will cause immeasurable havoc to this land. "There is one thing you must promise me..." He took out an ancient book from his pocket and presented it to Zhuo Wangsun. "The Three Linked City is the painstaking effort of the ancient non-heaven clan. Once it appears, no matter the gods or the mortals, they must surrender. The three cities are connected together. The city of black iron is buried deep in the ground, and the city of silver stands in the world. The city of gold Floating in the sky. The three cities are connected, and even the gods must be worshiped." He opened the picture scroll, and on the first page, a simple picture was drawn. The black city is buried deep underground.A huge iron pillar draws magma from the center of the earth to the surface. On the surface is a towering city of silver. In the center of the city is a huge tower. The bottom of the tower is connected to the black pillar, and the top is a huge cone. shape, piercing the sky.Above the sky, amidst the fog, a golden city is looming. The City of Gold is almost exactly the same as the City of Silver, except that it is slightly smaller and stands upside down. The golden cone and the silver cone top together, supporting the weight of the Golden City.The ground continuously rises from the black pillar to the silver tower, turning into a dark cloud, supporting the huge body of the golden city. Sanlian City, solemn and great.That was the dream of the Feitian clan for thousands of years. "The city of gold hidden in the sky doesn't just exist in legends, but exists in reality." He slowly revealed a secret that was enough to shock the world: "This is an exquisite design. The golden cone and the silver cone are topped together to support the weight of the Golden City, and the clouds and mist ejected from the ground fire are the golden city. Provide balance. Moreover, these clouds cover the supporting point of the Golden City and the Silver City, so when the upper half of the Golden City appears in the clouds, it is really like a city in the sky, floating outside the human world, which makes the world burn people Shocked and convinced. These three cities are connected together, condensing the dream of the non-celestial clan for thousands of years. There is nothing that can be broken, but..." He closed his eyes slightly, and there was a flash of compassion in his eyes: "But nothing is eternal. The great Three Linked Cities has a fatal weakness." His fingers traced up the spire of the City of Silver, moved towards the City of Gold, and finally stopped at the point where gold and silver meet. "This is the only weakness of the Three Linked City. It is said that during the ancient war, the non-celestial clan defeated the army of gods with the help of the Three Linked City. The gods had no choice but to invite Shiva, the God of Destruction, to fight. Thousands of feet away, an arrow hit this point, causing the Golden City to lose its support, collapse and collapse, causing the Silver City to collapse, and the earth fire drawn from the Black Iron City to rage, thus destroying the Sanlian City." "... Now, this is the only way to break the Three Linked City." He turned to the second page of the scroll, and there were patterns drawn on it. A bow and an arrow pattern. "This is how to make Shiva's Bow and Shiva's Arrow. Although it is just an imitation, it still has the majesty of opening up the world. Only by making the Shiva's Bow and Arrow can the Three Links City collapse." He closed the scroll and gently placed it in Zhuo Wangsun's hand. "Please create the bow and arrow of Shiva no matter what. There, I will personally climb to the city of gold and guide you to the only weak point where the three cities are connected." Zhuo Wangsun gently held the scroll. He saw the piety in Yang Yizhi's eyes. Isn't it great?With one arrow piercing through the Three Linked City, she no longer has to stay in the deserted city. very good. He gently closed the scroll. Although it is said to be a bow and arrow, it is extremely sophisticated and ingenious.Zhuo Wangsun is erudite and memorized, and he is pedantic about heaven and man, but he has never seen such a complicated design. How can I imitate Shiva's bow and arrow? Yang Yizhi groaned: "I heard from Chong Jie that in the whole world, only the female living Buddha of the Shangpa Kagyu Sect, Tenjin Namu, has the ability to make this bow and arrow of Shiva..." Zhuo Wangsun nodded lightly, going to heaven and earth, he will find her. Yang Yizhi was also speechless. He will still stay here, staying for everything he can't give up, hoping to get a smile on his face. He lightly closed his hands, and put the mithril mask on his face. The array flowed slowly, supporting him to rise slowly, suspended on the huge pitch-black pillar.The ground fire was raging, carving out ancient and strange totems, enshrining the gods of the secular world. He quietly watched Zhuo Wangsun carefully hide the picture scroll in his arms, and walked out. My mind gradually calmed down.