My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 412: The Eternally Burning Wings Lead Me Away from the Depravity of the Mortal World

The dry land was now irrigated by the springs, and even the broken cracks seemed a little smaller.

Beiyuan was dead silent, as there were few living demons left.

But life remains tenacious.

At this moment, flying insects, mosquitoes and flies came out from the sparse and broken soil, and on this vast scorched earth, they seemed to be ecstatically gnawing on the flesh and blood that came from nowhere.

Blood gushed out and flesh flew everywhere.

Blood gathers into a river that gives life to all living things, and flesh and blood become food for the continuation of life.

Mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the ground shook.

The huge mountain range and the towering peak seemed to be mixed together at this moment.

Ye Wuyou's sharp claws flew across and tore off a piece of flesh from Pulao's body.

He clung to Pulao tightly and was about to start eating, but then his body suddenly became silent.

However, his body was full of holes due to the countless bone spurs that suddenly rose from Pulao's body.

Then, Pulao shook violently, bone spurs flew across, and Ye Wuyou's body was thrown out with his body uprooted. Then he raised his foot and stomped heavily.

But it did not stay for too long, but instead leaped into the air suddenly using the force of the shock.

Heavy breathing sounds like whistling wind continued to be heard, Pulao's head was covered in blood and his body was covered in wounds.

The scene just now was too crazy.

The two of them almost abandoned all their magical powers, and their eyes were blinded by madness. They only cared about biting each other's bodies, like the most primitive fight between wild beasts.

But his huge body became a bit of a burden at this moment, and Pulao was not as flexible as Ye Wuyou.

Even if he used his magical powers to suppress Ye Wuyou, that guy never let go.

There is a saying among humans that goes "kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of your own."

But that madman clearly killed one hundred enemies but lost eight thousand of his own.

If this is true, Pulao will not care, and he will be the final winner.

But he was surprised to find that every time that guy was seriously injured, he would madly bite its flesh and blood.

Then the guy's body recovered and his scattered breath gradually stabilized.

You are treating me as food!
Can Pu Lao endure this?
At this moment, Pulao stepped into the sky and finally got rid of Ye Wuyou and inflicted heavy damage on him.

But in the sight, the body as big as a hill slowly stood up again.

Not only that, there seemed to be subtle changes in his body.

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand and pulled out the bone spurs on his body one by one, and then light began to flow on his skin.

Ye Wuyou's whole body suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

Originally it was a body made of flesh and blood, but at this moment, a black luster suddenly emerged from the back.

The luster spread all over the body, and the body was now covered by a pitch-black "armor" with clear layers.

Pulao saw this scene and was shocked.

what is this……

An idea emerged in Pulao's mind, which was the thought that came to him after seeing Ye Wuyou.

He... is evolving?

He was previously injured by his own claws, so he grew those extremely incongruous sharp claws on his body.

The body was easily crushed by itself and injured by bone spurs, so the flesh and blood body turned into a shell like an "insect"?

This……

At this moment, it is no longer important to figure out who the other person is, and those secrets are no longer important.

Pulao now only knows one thing.

You must use your supernatural powers to crush the opponent and make him disappear from this world.

Pulao was hanging high in the sky, with a solemn look on its dragon head. The only beast left had its pupils erected and dark and difficult words coming out of its mouth.

A trace of aura that was completely different from the Qi energy emerged from its body at this moment, and then slowly condensed in front of it.

That is not qi.

That is a magical power that has never appeared in this world.

A wisp of smoke floated, expanding with Pulao's breathing.

Ye Wuyou, who was on the ground, finally raised his head at this moment, his body covered with armor, and looked up at the sky.

There is an infinite distance between the two.

Pulao is in the sky and he is on the earth.

This endless distance seems insurmountable.

The no-fly zone here has no impact on Pulao, but only affects Ye Wuyou.

There was a hint of thought in those scarlet pupils, a longing for the sky.

All living beings in the world yearn for the sky, whether they are practitioners or ordinary people, whether they are birds or fish.

The yearning to step into the sky is greater than anything else and even turns into an obsession. Only with obsession and greed can there be all kinds of magical powers and inventions.

But some creatures are born to step into the sky. The sky is their home and flying is just an instinct.

This is actually evolution.

The afterglow of the setting sun quietly fell on this desolate northern plain, and the sky gradually darkened.

Thousands of feet above the sky, the clouds were howling at this moment, but they were swept and condensed by a huge force.

There were low-hanging clouds above the sky, which gradually turned into a storm cloud.

The wind and the remaining clouds.

The smoke was thick and the clouds were drawn in front of Pulao.

There seems to be great power hidden within it.

Visions of heaven and earth.

All this was just due to the magical power that Pulao condensed at this moment.

Ye Wuyou's gaze narrowed slightly, but there was still a hint of thought in his eyes as he calculated the immense distance between the two.

Above the sky, the heavy breathing sounds died down for a moment, and then Pulao's cheerful and crazy voice rang out.

"You live in this weak and impoverished era, yet you can make me use such magical powers regardless of the cost. You will rest in peace even in the afterlife."

As the voice was spoken, the whistling clouds finally crashed down.

It was like the clouds in the sky suddenly falling down.

It's not just that.

next moment.

Pulao uttered two words softly, his words carrying the melody of time.

"Fengtian."

----------

The three wolves clung to the broken sacred tree, looking at the strange scene in the distance with horror.

First, in an instant, the vast blue sky was swept away without a single cloud, and then the yellow sand hundreds of feet high rose up on the flat ground like a wave.

If the three wolves could still understand what happened before, it is not impossible that there are people in this world with supernatural powers that can do that. It just requires risking their lives.

Well, at this moment, it is really incomprehensible.

The clouds rolled back and the sky drooped.

Then the falling clouds burst into flames, sweeping away the surrounding darkness and making it as bright as the day.

The sunset in the sky cannot compete with it in brilliance.

As the heat wave hit, the three wolves clung to the sacred tree tightly, holding onto the little red wolf, and kept muttering to themselves.

"Master Tree, can you protect us?"

"…It shouldn't be a big problem, but I still suggest you try to renew your relationship. After all, I'm just a tree, so who knows?"

"Then what kind of magical power is this..." asked the three wolves in a trembling voice.

The sacred tree was silent for a while before it slowly spoke, its tone helpless, hesitant and uncertain.

"I haven't seen it either, but my ancestors seem to have seen a similar scene in their memories... but that was a long time ago."

"Even longer?"

The three wolves were stunned. The sacred tree had been on this land for thousands of years.

Is there anything that is even more ancient than what the sacred tree doesn’t know, but that the master of the sacred tree can tell?

"Yeah... that shouldn't be a magical power that can be performed in this era."

Facing the three wolves' doubts, the sacred tree responded softly, with memories revealed in its tone.

That is the memory left behind by an even older sacred tree.

It is just a branch of the sacred tree.

The sacred tree spoke softly.

“Mythological times are repeating themselves.”

.........

There was determination in the girl's eyes, and her feet left deep marks on the yellow sand.

Luo Qinghan grabbed the person in front of him tightly with both hands, and the tips of his ten fingers had turned blue.

But Lu Caiwei just ignored her, turned her back to her, and forced herself to go in the direction she came from.

The force was so great that even though Luo Qinghan's realm was obviously much higher than Lu Caiwei's, he was still being pulled forward by her.

There were no other monsters around the two of them, and they were obviously out of danger.

"You're crazy, what are you going to do?" Luo Qinghan gritted his teeth.

"He, he hasn't come yet." Lu Caiwei stuttered.

Luo Qinghan was silent for a moment, but finally raised his head, looked directly at Lu Caiwei, and said coldly.

"He's not coming."

"No." Lu Caiwei shook her head.

"He's dead." Luo Qinghan said in a cold voice.

"Do not……"

"Dead, we should leave and not let it go to waste."

For the first time, Lu Caiwei forcibly interrupted her.

His eyes were red, and he spoke slowly, word by word, through gritted teeth.

"He's not dead."

Luo Qinghan's heart suddenly trembled.

I don’t know why, maybe it was the first time I heard Lu Caiwei speak like this, and the first time I saw her look like this.

Or maybe she could tell the person from her mouth.

Lu Caiwei turned her head and looked at the clouds falling from the sky in the distance.

She was sure, knew for sure that Ye Wuyou was still there.

A mark is left in my heart.

On the one hand, there is the mark of life and death left by Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou once tried to take it back for her, but found that even that soul had long been absorbed into Lu Caiwei, so he simply gave up.

Now it only serves the purpose of positioning and qi sensing.

On the other hand, it was Xia Anmeng...

Master is still with Ye Wuyou...

But then, her steps suddenly paused and she stopped on the spot.

In the sight, the drooping clouds suddenly caught fire and turned into a fire dragon, coloring the entire sky.

The heat wave hit, bringing with it a huge air wave.

The two of them were blown back countless miles and could no longer take a single step forward.

------

The raging flames swept everything, burning the earth and boiling the sky.

Pulao's body swayed slightly, as if it had expended a great deal of strength, but it still hung high in the sky, with pride in its only remaining eye.

It's a dragon's son.

There was a slight sigh in my heart.

Despite trying his best to avoid it, he was still forced to use this magical power, consuming his rare strength.

"There are no spirits in this world anymore..."

"But it doesn't matter, it will be over soon..."

When it wakes up, the world has been turned upside down.

Without the spiritual energy it absorbs, there will be no more incense for people to worship.

How ridiculous it is that it discovered that the creatures in this world were disrespectful to the gods.

There are still many sects, many living beings, and there are still Buddhas and Taoism.

But there are no temples or shrines. People don’t believe in ghosts or gods at all. Instead, they cultivate themselves and practice.

There is no more spiritual energy and no more incense, which is what Pulao doesn't want to see.

The obscure aura in the mortal world is not worth even a second look at, let alone absorbing it. It feels like it will explode if it looks at it any longer.

But it found that the Luo River was still there.

This river that has been flowing for thousands of years is still there.

So it has to create a piece of the world that once was.

The Luo River and the sacred tree are the introduction.

Flowers watered with blood will be more fragrant.

Death is accompanied by rebirth. The vast scorched earth may seem dead, but in fact it will give birth to new things.

Luohe was once a paradise...

Pulao stared into the distance, watching the raging flames burn everything to ashes.

As for Ye Wuyou?
Pulao no longer cared about that guy.

It should have turned into ashes, right?
As long as I make a slight move, it will be the limit of this era.

The practitioners of this era simply cannot imagine how powerful it is.

The flames burning beneath him flickered slightly.

Pulao lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his feet in confusion.

The flames flickered, and then the jumping flames suddenly stopped.

A figure suddenly jumped out from the raging fire.

Accompanied by a cold voice.

"Don't be such a embarrassment, you relic from the old days."

His figure was covered in flames, the flames burned on his body, but it could not slow him down at all.

At some point, two jet-black wings appeared on the armor behind him, and the black was tinged with a little blood.

Looking at that scene and the wings growing behind Ye Wuyou, Pulao's eyes suddenly trembled.

Is he still evolving?

His body was covered in flames, but Ye Wuyou crossed the boundless distance in an instant. The wings he had grown made him extremely fast.

Finally, it turned into a stream of fire and slammed heavily into the huge "mountain".

Pulao, who had already exhausted too much energy, was now staggering. After this collision, he fell straight into the ground.

There was only one figure left in the sky.

He hung high in the air, and finally opened his hands gently and stretched them out in all directions, as if trying to embrace the world in his arms.

The wings behind him are burning.

It is hard to tell whether these are the words of the narration or Ye Wuyou's own voice.

There are voices in the mind, heart, and mouth.

[Eternally burning wings, take me away from the mortal world]

(End of this chapter)