Chapter 671 Xiao Qing Buries Hong

Chapter 671 Xiao Qing Buries Hong

The people of Yunlongmen were most concerned about Xiaoqing's situation and immediately felt something was wrong: "What is it going to do? Only the living are valuable!"

A group of demons, evil creatures and hidden forces rushed up.

The flood also raised huge waves from the ground, bypassing the shadow of the magic sword, sweeping across the water town again, and rushing towards the helpless people.

The silver-white dragon reappeared in the sky, with countless mental powers wrapped around its body, as if it was held up by countless hands.

Xiaoqing didn't say anything, it just let out a long roar, rushed towards the enemies, and faced the flood.

At the same time, white flames ignited on his body, and as each scale disappeared, it burned violently above the sky, like a bright white sun shining on the world.

Blood rain fell from the sky, dark clouds covered the earth, and it seemed as if even the sky was crying. Only the white "sun" remained, becoming the only light between heaven and earth.

"no no!"

"If it dies, there will be no other one in the world!"

The people from Yunlongmen saw something and became extremely anxious.

The foundation of their sect came from a dead half-step Daoist real dragon. They obtained the incomplete dragon clan magic and supernatural powers, as well as a large amount of dragon blood and dragon bones from its corpse, and thus rose to power.

However, the incomplete dragon skills and magical powers are not enough to support their ancestor to enter the realm of Dao Zun, so finding a creature that has the potential to transform into a dragon and re-exploring the hidden dragon-transforming power in its blood is the most urgent thing for the Yunlong Sect at the moment!

But if one wants to retrieve the bloodline of the dragon clan, apart from the dragon in front of him with great merits and pure heritage, the only target left in the Three Realms is the notorious ancient celestial demon!

That bastard, the Yunlongmen tried to plot against him in ancient times, but they couldn't win!

If they could allow this silver-white dragon before them to successfully self-immolate, all of their regrets from falling dragons for millions of years would be in vain!

But on second thought, as long as they can successfully obtain this special silver-white dragon, and study the secret of dragon bloodline during the time when Mother Earth is restrained... the ancestor of the Yunlong Clan will have the hope of entering the realm of Dao Zun, and there will be one more powerful person in the world!

With Dao Zun's support, this catastrophe was not too dangerous for their Yunlong Sect.

And after the catastrophe, even if Mother Earth came to settle accounts, they, with their Yunlong Sect having the Taoist ancestor, would not be afraid at all!

The Yunlong Clan didn't know that Tian Yao had already obtained the complete magical powers of the two clans from the essence and blood of the two ancestors, otherwise they would probably have been so jealous that their eyes would turn red.

Of course, even if they knew, they would not dare to attack the celestial demon easily. In ancient times, they had already learned a painful lesson.

So now, looking at the silver-white dragon that was about to commit suicide, the Yunlong Sect was almost going crazy and tried their best to break the momentum.

But imagination is beautiful, but the reality is not so.

Once the forbidden method is activated, it cannot be reversed.

No means can stop Xiaoqing now. It is burning itself, all the things on its body, magic weapons, merits, flesh, blood, bone marrow, and even soul, all are burned up and transformed into pure energy, pouring into the virtual image of the big bell.

Although the figure was rushing forward, the white energy flames in the sky continued to flow into the magic bell from behind.

The big bell was ringing, and the shadow kept expanding, emitting a gentle light, enveloping more and more people.

Until Xiaoqing silently turned into ashes all over the sky, the shadow of the big bell expanded to spread across the entire water town, barely protecting all living beings.

The raging flood reached the edge of the big bell's shadow in an instant, and slammed heavily into the bell wall, producing a deep and dull bell sound that shook the earth.

However, the flood failed to rush into the virtual shadow of the big bell and was blocked outside, unable to harm any living creature.

Xiaoqing said that it would withstand the flood, and this is its promise.

For some beings, promises are just a joke during intrigues; for some beings, promises are more important than life.

Especially since this promise carries the lives of tens of millions of innocent lives.

Xiaoqing didn’t know if she would be able to open her eyes again after she was burned to dust.

It was just worried. It was worried that the energy it would generate after its self-destruction would not be enough to protect the creatures behind it, and not enough to survive the day.

So it resolutely burned everything, life, cause and effect, all thrown away; bones became firewood, flesh became flames, the three souls and seven spirits all turned to ashes, not daring to leave even a trace of strength...

The shadow of the giant bell, which had expanded dozens of times, enveloped all the living beings in the water town. They were not affected by the flood and were protected safely under the shadow of the giant bell.

But the people did not feel too grateful for surviving the disaster. They were crying and praying.

They saw the silver-white dragon combusting itself, and watched the raging white flames burning on its body, turning into ashes all over the sky and dissipating in the air. They felt grief-stricken in their hearts, as if being cut by a knife.

Even some ordinary, unintelligent animals were crying and humming, as if they sensed the passing of the important beings that protected their lives.

Countless people were filled with grief and helplessness, and they knelt down to worship any temple within the range of the giant bell's shadow.

They prayed to all the gods and Buddhas who had statues in temples and left their names and legends, called out to the distant gods and Buddhas in the sky, and begged the heavens to bring Xiaoqing back to life!

Millions of people called out and prayed in unison. That enormous power of thought rushed straight into the sky, pushing away the dark clouds and scattering rays of sunshine.

Unfortunately, the way of heaven has long been silent, the gods and immortals have fallen apart, and the miracles that mortals prayed for have never happened.

Looking at the human creatures crying and shouting in grief, those troublemakers had only contempt and disdain in their eyes.

Everyone from the Yunlong Clan had a gloomy look on their faces.

Xiaoqing's determination to die not only stopped the flood, but also destroyed their "hope" of Yunlongmen.

The greater the excitement of previous expectations, the greater the gap now.

The demons were the most frenzied, and the people's cries of grief only made them even more bloodthirsty.

They kept attacking the phantom of the big bell, trying to break in and devour the flesh and souls of millions of lives.

The shadow of the big bell was hit violently again and again, emitting a roar, and the sound of the bell spread far away, leisurely and sad.

The power left by Xiaoqing is gradually dissipating, and the shadow of the big bell is also getting dimmer. This ancient magic weapon can't hold on for much longer.

The local mountain god stood outside the dense crowd, his body thin and hunched, his fists clenched, his expression calm.

He lived a mediocre life, with only seventh-level strength, and was completely unable to fight against the enemies outside.

But, perhaps at this moment, knowing that death was approaching and no one could escape, he looked at the desperate and grieving creatures in the world and actually acted righteously for once.

The gray-haired mountain god took a deep breath, rushed out brazenly, and laughed heartily, with tears in his laughter:

"I have been an immortal and a god for tens of thousands of years, but only today can I stand up straight. I feel so happy, so happy!"

"What a calamity and chaos, what a demon!"

The mountain god in the water town had veins bulging all over his body, his beard trembling, and he was swearing, subverting the elegant and refined image he had maintained throughout his life.

He rushed out of the shadow of the big bell at an extremely fast speed, and in front of countless enemies, he took the initiative to shatter the divine power in his immortal body and directly chose to self-destruct!