The blood moon was bianjing high in the sky, like a giant eye soaked in resentment, grimly overlooking the war-torn Bianjing. The soft and bright silver light of the past was completely gone tonight, replaced by a strange dark purple halo, like thick ink splashed wantonly, covering the world with a mysterious and dangerous veil. Under the sky, it seemed that a low and ancient voice was whispering, foreshadowing that some forbidden power was about to break through the shackles and return to the world.
On the outskirts of the city, an abandoned observatory stood alone in the strong wind. The mottled stone steps and damaged railings silently told the vicissitudes of time. Lin Wanqiu, dressed in a fluttering red dress, was like a leaping flame, particularly eye-catching in the strong wind. She stood quietly on the top of the observatory, and her dancing hair did not conceal the cold temperament emanating from her body. At this moment, the originally broken dragon horn on her forehead was blooming with dazzling blue light, like the brightest star in the night sky. As the blood moon slowly moved, the light became stronger and stronger, like a greedy glutton, madly devouring the mysterious power hidden in the moonlight. Every blue light seemed to be whispering to the world, exploring the ancient and hidden source of power.
In the distance, the Jin army camp was brightly lit, like a sea of ??fire. The noise, the sound of the clashing of swords, and the neighing of horses were intertwined, rolling in from afar like a surging tide, and could be heard clearly. Obviously, the vanguard of the Jin army had assembled and was ready to launch a new round of fierce offensive under the cover of night, attempting to break through the strong city of Bianjing in one fell swoop. However, Lin Wanqiu, who was immersed in the absorption of power, turned a deaf ear to it. Her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her pale cheeks. Her face was as calm as a thousand-year-old well, without any waves, but there was a kind of tranquility that was beyond the world, as if the disputes in the world had nothing to do with her. At this moment, in her world, there was only the mysterious power that kept pouring into her body.
As time went by, Lin Wanqiu absorbed more and more power, and the dragon horn on her forehead also underwent amazing changes. The originally incomplete part was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The newly grown dragon horn was crystal clear, and each line was gleaming with the faint light of mysterious runes. These runes seemed to come from the beginning of the universe, containing the oldest and most powerful power between heaven and earth, and seemed to show the majesty and mystery of the dragon race to the world.
"Ah!" A deafening dragon roar suddenly broke through the silence of the night sky. This dragon roar seemed to carry endless power and majesty, able to penetrate the barriers of the soul, making everyone who heard it feel their heart tremble violently, as if being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Lin Wanqiu's body was instantly enveloped by a strong light, as dazzling as the sun, so bright that people could not open their eyes. In this light, her figure kept twisting and changing, gradually transforming into a majestic and huge green dragon.
The dragon was more than a hundred feet long, like a moving towering mountain, majestic and imposing. Its scales shone with a charming emerald luster, sparkling in the moonlight. Each scale was as big as a millstone, closely connected, like an indestructible armor. The dragon's whiskers fluttered in the wind, each as thick as a bowl, like a smart dragon, emitting a powerful aura. Its eyes, like two huge lanterns, emitting a majestic and sharp light, overlooking everything below. Wherever it went, everything trembled under its gaze.
At this time, the vanguard of the Jin army had rushed to the vicinity of the observatory like a surging tide. The Jin army general Wanyan Lie rode on a tall horse, looking majestic. He was burly, like a small mountain, and the mace in his hand flashed a cold light, and there were still traces of blood from the enemies in the previous battle on it, exuding a chilling breath. However, when he looked up and saw the giant dragon that suddenly appeared, the arrogant expression on his face was instantly replaced by fear, like a flower hit by frost, withering instantly. "This. What kind of monster is this!" He shouted in fear, his voice was sharp and trembling, completely losing his former majesty, and seemed so small and helpless in the strong wind.
The only response he got was another roar from the dragon. This roar was like an invisible storm, sweeping over with overwhelming force. Wherever it went, the sturdy trees were broken in half like fragile toothpicks, making miserable "crunching" sounds. The thick snow on the ground was also blown into the air by the powerful sound waves, forming a white snow fog that covered the sky and the sun, as if the whole world was shrouded in chaos.
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The dragon swung its huge tail, like a huge club that could sweep away thousands of troops, and swept towards the Jin soldiers. In the face of this devastating force, the Jin army's horses were like fragile straws, easily swept away, drawing arcs in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound. The soldiers were not spared either, and were thrown to the ground by the huge impact force. For a while, screams and cries came one after another, interweaving into a human tragedy.
Wanyan Lie was unwilling to be defeated like this. He gritted his teeth and waved his mace, trying to resist the dragon's attack. However, his resistance seemed so insignificant in front of the dragon. The dragon blew out a hot breath. Wherever the breath went, the air instantly twisted and deformed, and the temperature rose sharply, as if he was in a furnace. Wanyan Lie's armor melted instantly under this high temperature, like a pool of soft mud, flowing on his body. He let out a shrill scream, the sound resounded through the night sky, and his body quickly carbonized in the high temperature. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a pool of blood and disappeared on the battlefield.
On a distant hill, Lin Feng quietly hid behind a huge rock, witnessing all this thrilling happening. His hands trembled slightly, and the fragments of the Qingming Mirror in his hands continued to heat up, as if they had life. The black mist seeping out of the cracks intertwined with the strange light of the blood moon, forming a series of dreamlike but extremely real pictures that kept flashing in his mind.
He saw that a thousand years ago, he was a mortal, under the coercion and inducement of the crowd, holding the Qingming Mirror, and tremblingly stabbed it into Lin Wanqiu's chest. At that moment, the despair and confusion in Lin Wanqiu's eyes deeply hurt his heart. He also saw that even after such a betrayal, Lin Wanqiu still adhered to her mission, silently guarding this land and blessing the people of the world. For countless days and nights, she never slacked off. At this moment, he saw the huge crisis that was about to come - in the distant void, a huge crack was slowly opening, and countless white bone giant hands stretched out of the crack. Each hand was as big as a house, as if the evil ghosts from hell were trying to break free and return to the world. The air was filled with disgusting rotten black gas, and the smell seemed to corrode people's souls, making people feel extremely fearful and desperate. This is the legendary "Netherworld Rift". Once it is fully opened, the whole world will fall into an abyss of no return, and all life will be swallowed up in an instant and turned into nothingness.
"So. everything was for this." Lin Feng muttered to himself, his voice full of regret and self-blame. He finally realized that everything Lin Wanqiu did was not out of a selfish desire for revenge, but to prevent this huge disaster that could destroy the world. Her every move and every decision was burdened with the heavy mission of saving the people. She carried the hope of the whole world on her own.
The dragon seemed to be aware of Lin Feng's presence. Its majestic head slowly turned and looked towards the hill. Its lantern-like eyes met Lin Feng's gaze in the air. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the whole world became quiet. Lin Feng only felt a strong and warm force, like a clear spring, slowly flowing into his body and flowing through every meridian. The fragments of the Qingming Mirror in his hand, which were originally full of cracks, began to heal slowly, and those parts that were eroded by the black fog gradually regained their former luster, as if they were regaining vitality.
At this time, the netherworld crack expanded a little more, and more giant white bone hands stretched out from the cracks, waving wildly, as if trying to grab everything. There were waves of tooth-grinding friction sounds in the sky, and the sound seemed to be a horn from the depths of hell, announcing the arrival of the end of the world. The dragon raised its head and roared, the voice was full of anger and determination, and flew into the sky again. Its body was surrounded by powerful airflow, which was like a sharp blade, instantly tearing the surrounding clouds apart, and huge cracks appeared in the sky, as if the entire sky was about to collapse.
The dragon opened its mouth and spit out a beam of light that contained great power. The beam of light was like a brilliant galaxy, emitting dazzling light, and rushed straight to the Netherworld Crack. Wherever the beam of light went, the space was distorted, as if it wanted to completely purify all evil. On the ground, the remaining Jin soldiers were already frightened to death. They knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. Some of them were even mentally disturbed, crawling madly on the ground, mumbling something, and completely lost their minds.
However, the giant dragon that Lin Wanqiu transformed into still firmly fought against the power of the Nether Rift. Each of its attacks was accompanied by a powerful dragon roar, which shattered the ice and frost for hundreds of miles, as if to completely dispel all the evil in the world. This duel of power not only concerns the survival of Bianjing, but also determines the fate of the entire Central Plains.
