This world has been stable for many years.
The stars are shining brightly in Tianchenmen, the sea of clouds is vast on Cangping Mountain, the roar of dragons is heard under Qidianyan Abyss, and the red leaves are rustling in Fengqiong Sect.
One thousand three hundred and fifty years after the death of Emperor Xiao, the fierce war once again broke out in the crevices of the East China Sea.
Mo Zongxu smiled: Don't look at me. The gods are fighting, but the senior brother is helpless.
Sheng Siye looked coldly: Is there a fight? Has senior brother gone? Senior brother didn't go, why should I go?
It's a pity that the divine fire is ruthless, burning the sky and destroying the world. Under the glazed pupils are thousands of withered bones, and the earth is turned upside down. The stars set, the sea of clouds disperses, the dragon sings silently, and the leaves are red.
So he drew his sword, and the blade contained a ray of clear light. So he drew his bow and pointed at the bright sun and moon. The young man stepped onto the mountain top soaked in blood, and burst out the cold flames at the end of the world.
I dare to break the blue sky and sweep away the snow.
Mo Zongxu smiled: Don't look at me. When gods fight, senior brother is just fighting with mud.
Sheng Siye looked coldly: Is there a fight? Senior brother, have you finished the fight? Senior brother, why should I come back before the fight is over?
——The young man's spirit is reflected in the thin sky and red blood. Let's sing to the world for a long time, watching the wild rivers and mountains, the gentle warm wind.
Intention: To march across the world with bright clothes and angry horses, making the sky clear