The space shrouded in darkness faded away silently like a tide as Emperor Tian's will faded.
The sound of wind, water, and insects in the valley filled my ears again, and the dead silence just now seemed like it had never existed before.
Ditian's huge and ferocious dragon head hung deeply, maintaining the respectful posture, and did not raise it for a long time.
"Tian Qing."
Di Tian's voice sounded.
"You stay here, no one is allowed to get even half a step closer without my order."
"Yes, sir."
Daming responded quickly, his huge head nodding like he was pounding garlic.
Di Tian then slowly raised his head and looked at Ning Liu with his golden dragon eyes again, his emotions extremely complicated.
There is no longer the previous rage and coercion.
"Follow me."
He spoke concisely and concisely. The huge dragon body turned in the air and fell directly towards the previous lake.
On both sides of the channel, the lake stands on the wall, with various strange aquatic creatures swimming in it. They emit a faint light, illuminating the road to the bottom of the lake in a deep blue.
A breath of life that is more than a hundred times richer than the outside world rushes towards your face.
Xiao Wu's eyes lit up instantly. She took a deep breath, with an intoxicated expression on her face:
"Wow, it's so comfortable here!"
Ning Liu pulled her and followed Di Tian into the water stairs.
As they continued to go deeper, the pressure around them became more and more intense, and the life energy became more and more viscous, almost turning into substance.
Xiao Wu was very excited at first, but soon felt a little short of breath and had to use her soul power to resist.
I don’t know how deep I have dived, but my eyes suddenly open up.
They walked out of the water stairs and came to a strange space that could not be described in words.
There is no water or soil here, it is like a huge geode independent of the world.
The entire space is filled with energy light groups the size of fists, emitting soft green light, like billions of fireflies flying in the air.
On the dome of the space, there is a huge milky white crystal inlaid. It is like a gentle sun, illuminating the entire space as bright as day.
That is the core of the Lake of Life, the life crystal formed by the condensation of life force.
In the center of the entire space, a huge silver dragon is quietly entrenched there.
Her body is so huge, the coiled dragon body is like an endless silver mountain.
Each scale seems to be carved from the purest moonlight crystal, shining with a soft and noble luster.
She has the most graceful lines of a dragon's body. Unlike Di Tian's ferocious domineering appearance, everything about her looks so elegant and noble, as if she is the most perfect masterpiece of the Creator.
She closed her eyes, her chest rose and fell very slightly, and countless green light groups surrounded her, slowly integrating into her body, and then slowly escaping part of it.
She is the Silver Dragon King.
Even in his deep sleep, the pressure coming from the top of his bloodline made Xiao Wu almost breathless.
She subconsciously hid behind Ning Liu, holding the corner of his clothes tightly with her little hands, sticking out half of her head, looking at this legendary existence with both awe and curiosity.
The moment Di Tian entered this space, he restrained all his aura. His huge dragon body shrank to about ten meters, and he prostrated respectfully on the ground, not even daring to raise his head.
At this moment, an illusory light and shadow slowly rose from the forehead of the sleeping Silver Dragon King, condensing into the shape of a woman in mid-air.
She was wearing a silver dress, her appearance was beautiful, but she had an otherworldly coolness.
Her figure is somewhat transparent and she looks very weak, but her open silver eyes seem to contain the stars and the sea, and have insight into eternity.
She ignored Di Tian who was lying on the ground, and her eyes fell directly on Ning Liu.
The moment her eyes came into contact with Ning Liu, her pair of ancient silver eyes suddenly shrank.
An invisible storm, with her as the center, exploded in this space.
"God Shura..."
Her voice was no longer as weak and distant as before, but was filled with extreme shock and a hint of... deep-seated hatred.
"Why is there his aura on you?!"
Boom——!
These words were like the divine thunder from the Nine Heavens, striking hard at Di Tian who was prostrate on the ground.
He raised his head suddenly, his golden dragon eyes instantly turned blood red, and an uncontrollable and crazy killing intent shot up from his body.
"God Shura?!"
Di Tian stared at Ning Liu, his huge dragon body trembling violently with extreme anger, and his teeth clenched.
"That's him! In the God Realm back then, he was the despicable hypocrite of God Shura. He was holding a bloody giant sword and attacked the Dragon God from behind while he wasn't paying attention!"
"It was his sword that cut the great Dragon God into two pieces!"
A bloody feud! Deadly!
Di Tian could no longer suppress the hatred in his heart, and roared as he was about to rush towards Ning Liu.
However, as soon as he moved, the cold voice of the Silver Dragon King rang out:
"Di Tian, step back."
Di Tian's movements stopped abruptly, and his blood-red dragon eyes were full of struggle and unwillingness.
But in the end, he slowly and reluctantly stepped back, but those eyes still seemed to want to eat Ning Liu alive.
The phantom of the Silver Dragon King floated forward for half a step, and his eyes were like two sharp swords, locked on Ning Liu:
"Answer me, what is your relationship with him?"
Faced with this overwhelming hatred and questioning, Ning Liu didn't say much.
He faced the eyes of Silver Dragon King and Ditian that could kill people a thousand times, and slowly stretched out his right hand.
Hum——
A bloody long sword appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The sword is long and narrow, dark red in color, and covered with strange and gorgeous dark golden magic patterns.
At the sword grid, a ferocious demon head statue is lifelike.
The moment it appeared, an aura of terror that was incompatible with this living space and full of killing, judgment, and cruelty filled the air instantly.
Sura Demonic Sword? !
The shadow of the Silver Dragon King shook violently, and for the first time, a look of horror appeared on that beautiful face.
Ditian's breathing completely stopped at this moment.
He stared at the sword, the sword that had appeared countless times in his nightmares.
Although the form is slightly different, the killing intent that penetrates into the bone marrow is absolutely unmistakable!
This is not over yet.
Ning Liu held the sword in his left hand, slowly raised his right hand, pointed it like a sword, and tapped it lightly between his eyebrows.
The next moment, a blood-colored mark of the Shura Demonic Sword, composed of countless complicated lines, quietly appeared between his eyebrows.
The moment the mark appeared, the Shura Demonic Sword in his hand let out a high-pitched sword cry, and a far more pure and terrifying Shura divine power than before appeared directly!