Chapter 2849: Crossing thousands of years (monthly ticket plus more)

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The long-lost fire of the heavens and the earth was slowly extinguished in front of the dance of the fire of the wonderful man.
At dawn, a red day jumped out of the horizon.
The golden golden glow illuminates the entire wilderness.
The women’s dance has not stopped, and the blue skies have a patter of rain.
The rain moistened the piece of land that was burned to ashes by the fire of heaven and earth, and it was a piece of fluffy greenery.
Everything is born in front of the woman, kneeling on the ground, and convinced.
White showers, this is also a vision of heaven and earth.
It can be different from the Tianhe River that caused the thousands of souls to be smeared. This rain has brought life and life to the original lifeless life.
That was a dance of the fire, but it was also a blessing rain.
The fire was surrendered, and even the Spirit of Water was impressed.
The figure of the woman, in the light and the sun, gradually drifted away, and the voice of Miao Man continued to echo in her ear.
The pattering rain fell on the ground, causing a layer of water mist.
After the hustle and bustle of all things, there was a man walking slowly.
The mist blocked the person's appearance, and Ye Lingyue could only see a pair of burning eyes.
"Who is she?"
It seems that after a long period of time, Ye Lingyue has returned to God.
The woman did not turn around from beginning to end.
Although only in consciousness, the first time I saw it, Ye Lingyue had a similar feeling.
The woman, she is very familiar, familiar is like her own breathing.
"All things are living, calling her the mother of the earth. The sacrifice of the sorcerer must be the dance of the body and the word of the song. The two complement each other to achieve the sacrifice of the sergeant. Can you rely on this ancient sacred thought to understand the fire? The sacrifices are all made by the individual."
In the sound of the candlelight, there is a more cherished meaning.
In ancient times, that was the most beautiful era.
The beginning of the heavens and the earth, good and evil are not divided, even day and night are so pure, everything is the source.
Unfortunately, in the end, all this was torn by greed and desire.
The ruthlessness, like the oil lamp that will be destroyed, is extremely weak, and once it is used, it will be annihilated between heaven and earth.
Except for Ye Lingyue, no one in this world can see the sacred fire festival.
Ye Lingyue’s eyes changed, and his face was no longer lightly meant.
The sacred fire sacrifice, the ancient inheritance that has been handed down from the ancient times, if she can't comprehend, it can only be seen as it disappears into the torrent of years.
A cold and hot feeling alternated.
She closed her eyes and her memories passed by like water.
Ye Lingyue is not a dancer. Niang Niang Yun gave her the way to practice medicine. Her father taught her how to fight in the march, but no one taught her the way of singing and dancing.
She had a moment of hesitation, she was afraid of marrying this amazing dance, but if she gave up, this ancient inheritance would be extinct.
In the heart, I am doing the battle between heaven and man.
Her body surface, the sacred wall is constantly weakening.
The two igniters are like a flood of beasts, constantly encroaching on the territory around her.
The ground beneath her feet quickly condensed a layer of ice.
Her long black hair was turned into ashes in the flame of a poisonous tongue.
When the candlelight thought that Ye Lingyue had to give up, Ye Lingyue’s lips moved slightly, and the first note was spit out in the delicate lips of the spring rose.
The text of the sorcerer is turned into a pleasant note.
When the song came, the two fires that had already approached Ye Lingyue felt shocked and rushed back.
In the conscious, the candlelight is still worried.
The Dance of the Fire is definitely not a dance.
It was the ancient times, the mother of the earth realized the world's everything, from sunrise and sunset, to the blossoming water, the special rhythm of the four seasons.
It doesn't even have the exact action, everything comes from the heart.
The Mother of the Earth, with the heart of sorrow, jumped out of the dance, and saved thousands of people.
Can that kind of mind, how can ordinary people feel.
In particular, Ye Lingyue is not very old and does not have the kind of mood of Mother Earth.
The heart is born, the dance is born from the heart.
The worry of the candlelight soon became a reality.
Despite relying on memory and natural singing, Ye Lingyue can clearly and completely sing the slogan.
For the sacred fire festival, the most important dance of the fire, Ye Lingyue can not break through.
Ye Lingyue's limbs are still very stiff. She is not a natural dancer. Even if her heart is moving, it is difficult to understand the wonderful dance of Mother Earth.
The notes are in an ancient text, hovering around Ye Lingyue's body, but it is impossible to play a real role because of the martial arts dance.
The sacred wall of Ye Lingyue’s body was finally broken.
Her whole person, without protection, was exposed to two fires.
The two fires began to attack the city and rushed to them.
Ye Lingyue can even hear the sizzling fire and smell the burnt smell of his hair.
Sweat dripping from the forehead, evaporating in midair, or freezing.
The candlelight sighed.
"Abandon it, you should avoid it first."
However, it is barely like Ye Lingyue, still not moving.
"I said that you are a gimmick, how can you be so blind, you are not the mother of the earth after all, and it is not a matter of reason."
The candlelight was a little anxious.
If the mother of the earth is here, what will she do?
If she is the mother of the earth, just fine.
In Ye Lingyue’s mind, there is only such a stubborn thought.
At the same time that this thought flashed, Ye Lingyue only felt his own knowledge, in a flash, a slight movement.
Like the original lake, I suddenly put a small stone.
Her knowledge of the gods is like a shackle on the heart of the lake.
That knowledge, constantly spread, and between things, collide with something.
Forehead, the Xuanyin prints a soft light, and Ye Lingyue only feels that his gods have passed through the limits of time and space, and connected with the mother of the earth in the ancient times. .
Suddenly, Ye Lingyue opened her eyes, and her brilliance flashed through.
Her limbs, like the willows that sway under the spring breeze, move.
Her waist is soft and incredible.
Gently jumped into the foot and jumped into the fire of the two flames.
The ear is the spring breeze thousands of years ago, and the foot is the innocent land.
At that moment, she is no longer Ye Lingyue. She is the mother of the earth with grief and heart for thousands of years.
In the consciousness, when the candlelight sees this scene, the familiar dance and the graceful singing voice, the familiar familiarity, every gesture, every note, forms a real sacrifice of the fire.
As soon as I read the sea, the spirits are connected, and Ye Lingyue actually reached the dance of the heavens.