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Volume 5: The Flow of Time Chapter 137: Three Mountains, River of Forgetfulness

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    At the turn of the sun and the moon, there is darkness and light.  The sun is orange-red, half burning in the sea, half blazing on the sea surface; the moon is dim and yellow, like a drop of tear falling on an old letterhead, blooming into one piece.  At the turn of the sun and the moon, the sky is most strange.  A little green, with blue like sea water, rises from the top of the three mountains, giving the world a third kind of brilliance besides the sun and the moon.  The sea blue gradually fades away, and the green emerges, like a river flowing with green water, slowly taking shape.  In the green light, a figure sitting cross-legged on the throne floated up.  Chu Liuxian, sitting high on the True Dragon Throne, put his hands down naturally on the armrests, and his whole body was shining with light, like the third star besides the sun and the moon.  At this moment, Chu Liuxian was really like the sun and the moon.  Around him, countless whirlpools were arising and dying, eventually converging into a huge whirlpool of spiritual energy, endlessly devouring the surrounding spiritual energy like a nebula.  The devouring of the spiritual energy vortex was so unscrupulous that the tired moths flying all over the sky were about to descend with the sunset. At this moment, they were all hovering in the air, as if they sensed something that frightened and feared them.  Countless moths under the moon, no matter how small their thoughts are gathered together, they become a torrent, rolling towards Chu Liuxian.  The torrent of thoughts is small and may swarm in at any time. Countless moon moths are the real terror.  The endless moths under the moon hover in the air, flapping their wings and scattering silver powder, as if the moon is weeping, flowing out the nectar condensed by the moonlight, and like the stardust after the stars die.  .  Under the light and shadow of the sky, Chu Liuxian held up his hands high, as if he were holding the sun and the moon together.  Between the palms of both hands, the source of bursting green light slowly flew high.  ¡°Boom~~~¡± The sea suddenly began to shake violently, as if a big earthquake was erupting under the sea, causing a monstrous tsunami. The waves that violently hit the rocks on the shore looked like countless people were worshiping something.  "True dragons are indeed the masters of the sea!" Chu Liuxian sighed in his heart, thinking about the passing of the true dragon clan that dominated the seven seas, and it may not be because of the restriction of the seven seas. They seemed to be born with the closeness of the infinite sea.  He raised his head and looked at the source of the green light, which was also the root cause of the abnormal appearance of the infinite sea.  It was a cane, as thick as a child's arm, with a real dragon shape wrapped around it. It did not show majesty, but showed an elegant posture.  It has a soft spiritual light flowing all over its body, as if it were an elegant woman, smiling like a flower on the other side of the sea.  On the dragon's mouth, there is a green stone in its mouth, which is constantly emitting a faint light.  Every glimmer of light that emerges will be a hundred times larger than the ground. The grain of rice in front of you is shining brightly. A hundred feet away is the light of the bright moon. A thousand feet away is the light of the sky and the earth. It can shine through the Nine Netherworld.  "The evil dragon Ao is shocking, the rare treasure: Wangchuan!"  Chu Liuxian raised his hands up little by little, and the cane he held in his palms turned out to be "Wangchuan", a rare treasure that could instantly release the Yin God's spell: the Wangchuan Curse!  This treasure started, unused at a time, such as sharpening for a thousand years, and sealed the magic weapon of 10,000 years. At this moment, the whole body is shaking. For example, Qianlong wants a long chant and soar for nine days.  "It's time!" Chu Liuxian held the rare treasure in his hands: Wangchuan, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the fundamental magic of the Immortal Realm, which had been pushed to the limit, guided the gathered endless spiritual energy, and suddenly poured into "Wangchuan"  "Chuan".  "Awwww~~~" A dragon roar resounded throughout the world.  The elegant dragon on the cane seems to come to life, winding up and down along the cane. If you look closely, it seems to be frozen and motionless. Everything is just an illusion.  Immediately afterwards, a scene that made Chu Liuxian feel extremely familiar suddenly appeared in front of him.  "Bow ~~" The sun, moon and stars traction, tide tide and tide tide, waves of green waves, and tide generally centered on different treasures, rushing towards all directions in all directions.  Chu Liuxian's heart trembled, and an indescribable feeling emerged from the deepest part of his heart "Forget, or not forget? It's hard to let go, but it's rare! Involuntarily, it's because - Wangchuan!" If there is a hoarse voice  The female voice chanted thousands of times in Chu Liuxian's ears, guiding him to understand the situation of forgetting and not forgetting, hard to let go, and involuntarily.  Only in such a situation can such dilemma and pain arise. In the end, all emotions are integrated into the spell.  This is: forget~chuan~curse~!  This Yin Shen spell that Chu Liuxian would never forget suddenly burst out from his hands and swept out.    At the same time, a strange "buzzing" sound sounded, and all the moths under the moon were alarmed. They gathered from all directions and swooped down overwhelmingly.  With such a terrifying amount, even a Yin Shen Lord will be sucked dry of his body and Yin Shen in an instant, and completely dissipated in the human world.  But, it¡¯s too late!  ¡°Swish, brush, brush~~sush, brush~~~¡± Like falling flowers, they are as colorful as falling flowers, and countless moths under the moon are falling all over the sky like moths rushing to the fire.  Wave after wave of green tide surged past, and pieces of moon moths fell down.  Those waves of green tide were like gusts of wind, extinguishing the originally bright eyes of every moth under the moon, and blowing the outstretched wings to collapse.  In an instant, the surface of the quiet sea was covered with a layer of gloomy light, and the corpses of countless moon moths floated on the sea, as if Wang Yang was wearing a piece of silver.  The ocean surged like a green tide, and the boundless sea that filled the entire sea swallowed up the moon in an instant.  Before the sea surface showed its original color, another piece of silver light fell from the sky, as if two beings were in a tug of war. Will it fall quickly or be swallowed up quickly?  "Drink!" "Go!" Chu Liuxian shouted loudly, and his arms that were already raised to the limit moved up strangely. The rare treasure: Wangchuan took off his hands and flew up, like a moon wheel rising up to the nine heavens, hanging  Up to the sky.  At the same time, the bright moon was reluctant to leave, and finally set in the west.  With the morning sun gushing out, the rays of light swept across all the haze, and the strange treasure: the green tide bursting out from the River of Forgetfulness suddenly became dense, like a sickle sweeping over, harvesting countless moths swarming up under the moon.  How many moon moths are there? How many thousand?  Tens of thousands?  Or hundreds of thousands, millions?  Chu Liuxian didn¡¯t know, he just saw the silver ocean in the sky, and countless buzzing sounds, which stopped abruptly as the last wave of green tide surged past.  The moth under the moon will die!  "Countless living beings, monstrous killing karma!" Chu Liuxian's heart filled with emotion when he was in the mountain city, but there was a smile on his face, that's all.  On the opposite sea surface, something seemed to be angry under the water. Big waves rose, swallowing up the little bits of silver light scattered on the sea surface. The rolled up waves seemed to be gelatinous and had a dense green color.  Those countless moths under the moon seemed to be feeding the boundless sea. The big waves rolled up did not fall, but covered each other, showing the power of overwhelming the city and sinking the island, rushing towards Sanshan Island.  "Don't rush!" "It will be your turn soon." The smile on Chu Liuxian's face did not change. His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip. From the pieces of solidified gel, he could see dots of silver light embedded in them, sealed in the glue.  Inside the quality.  Those are pairs of pairs of moon moth wings. The translucent wings are the most spiritual thing on it, and they are also the only thing that can be called spiritual material.  Because of this, they cannot be swallowed by Boundless Sea, they are just stuck inside. ?????????????????????????? One day, Boundless Sea¡¯s lifespan reaches its limit, and after pieces of them die, these moth wings under the moon will emerge from the water, like petals falling into a pond.  At this moment, Boundless Sea's consciousness, formed by countless hyphae-like life forms, seemed to sense a threat. Taking advantage of this moment, he devoured countless Moonlight Moths. When his power reached its peak, he would go all out to eliminate Sanshan Island and Chu Liuxian together.  , eliminate the crisis.  If you have this intention, you will be able to hunt the vast ocean!  Chu Liuxian let out a long laugh, stretched his hanging arms on the armrests of the True Dragon Throne, and stood up.  At the same time, the strange treasure: Wangchuan fell from the sky and reached chest height.  Chu Liuxian naturally stretched out his hand to take it, feeling the warm jade-like texture on the "Forgotten River" in his palm, looking away from the huge waves of gelatin in the sky, looking at the entire Sanshan Island.  Whether it is the Sanshan Island itself or the island chain as far as the eye can see, every piece of land is covered with carpets of green grass, dotted with star-like wild flowers, and patches of dry grass. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out of the blue, and the grass at this moment is the time when it is a hundred days red, and the mountain is full of red. Even after being harvested by moths under the moon, it still shows a prosperous scene.  Chu Liuxian's eyes swept across this scene, then his eyelids drooped, his gaze lowered, focusing on the rare treasure that bloomed again in his hand: On the River of Forgetfulness.  "What a pity!" He sighed quietly, his voice was so low that it didn't even shake the air around him.  Even if Chu Liuxian shouted loudly at this moment, the thunderous sound would be covered up in the roaring waves, and the sound of the tsunami that shook the earth would not be heard.  It¡¯s obviously the rising sun, but the sky and the earth are dark.The light cannot penetrate the sky-like roar of Boundless Sea. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? "Bang bang bang bang bang bang~~~~" Countless spiritual energy rings exploded. The spiritual energy rings condensed by Chu Liuxian's operation of the Immortal Realm's fundamental method during this period were all restored to the original spiritual energy. He groaned and used his own spiritual power.  Leveraging the huge flow of spiritual energy, it poured into the rare treasure: River of Forgetfulness.  "Buzz~~~!" "Wangchuan" trembled, like a dragon trying to break away, but Chu Liuxian grabbed it with both hands and waved it.  "Boom!" The green tide was like a wave, as if it had accumulated all its power and burst out with one wave of Chu Liuxian.  ??One comes from the vast ocean, and the other comes from the Forgotten River of Strange Treasures!  The power of the ocean encircled by Boundless Sea and the Yin God's spell: the Forgotten River Curse are like two huge waves, colliding head-on.  The water burst the embankments, started the prairie fire, raised the mountains from the ground, and meteorites fell from the sky.  Indescribable shocking power erupted on Sanshan Island, and the entire island was shaking, as if a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years began to stir again.  , Silently, Chu Liuxian could see large tracts of green grass withered, patches of flowers withered, and even the withered grass withered, annihilated, and turned to dust in a blink of an eye.  On Sanshan Island, life is extinct.  "Hmph!" Chu Liuxian snorted coldly and swung the rare treasure: Wangchuan down to the bottom. At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the top of the collision of two huge waves (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better  Update faster!)
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