I will Bury the Gods Chapter 51: :Xijiang Moon

Xiaohe opened her eyes slightly, looking at the sky in bewilderment.

Her eyes are like deep pools, bearing the rain falling from the sky.

Lin Shouxi hugged her, and she also wrapped his arms around his neck. The danger did not recede, it changed from Master Yun to a fairy in white clothes, and it was still approaching.

But Xiaohe no longer felt any tension.

She even felt that even if she died like this, she wouldn't have too many regrets.

She turned her head slightly, looked at Lin Shouxi's face, and let the rain fall into her eyes without blinking.

Lin Shouxi's heart was still beating at a high speed. Killing Master Yun had almost exhausted his means, and he was no longer able to deal with a woman whose origin was unknown.

The two walked around the winding alleys for a while, and they were exhausted.

"She is from Shenshan." Xiaohe said.

"How do you know?"

"Because she looks down on everything here, including us." Xiaohe recalled the look in her eyes overlooking the distance, and said: "Most people in Shenshan are like this."

"Why did she come?"

"Xu Shi's successor to the God Ceremony was leaked, Xu Shi was chasing and killing Master Yun, the remnant of the sacred mountain, Xu Shi was for... the eldest son." Xiaohe said, "Anyway, she will never be a friend."

Lin Shouxi nodded, he also felt the same way.

He looked around, not sure if the white-clothed fairy had come after him, but the injury was hard to suppress, and it burst out from the crack of the bone first, stuck there like a thorn.

"I'll go down by myself." Xiaohe said thoughtfully.

She recovered a little.

Lin Shouxi shook his head, insisted on holding her, and walked through a half-destroyed building.

The rain is not as heavy as before, but the temperature is getting colder and colder.

Lin Shouxi wanted to use a spell to dispel the cold, but he couldn't find any extra strength.

Suddenly, Xiaohe said: "Someone died."

Lin Shouxi stopped in his tracks. He looked towards a small dilapidated building, and there was a discordant smell of blood coming from there.

Lin Shouxi carried the girl into the small building.

There is blood everywhere.

The blood has not yet completely condensed into a slurry, and a corpse lies in between.

He and Xiaohe were stunned at the same time - the dead person was actually Wang Erguan!

Lin Shouxi put Xiaohe down and let her rest against the door. He walked carefully to the corpse.

Wang Erguan is dead, there is a blood hole in his neck.

He was stabbed through the neck to death. When the man stabbed with a sword, he seemed to try to block it, but he couldn't.

Wang Erguan's realm cultivation is by no means weak, but he has no strength to fight back.

Who killed Wang Erguan?

His first reaction was Ji Luoyang, but is Ji Luoyang so strong...or is there a hidden master in the Wu Family?

Then, he raised his head and saw a black corpse.

The head of the body has been smashed, and it is stuck on the wet wall. The severed arm and the black robe all show his identity - Master Yun.

How did his body get here?

Lin Shouxi soon realized that he might have deceived himself by acting with demons, but for some reason, Yun Zhenren, who managed to escape from death, unfortunately died here.

What the **** happened here...

Wang Erguan is dead, logically speaking, it is impossible to successfully complete the Successor God Ceremony.

Lin Shouxi doesn't covet the power of the guardian god, but he is a little worried about Xiaohe.

Xiaohe leaned against the door, her eyes also moved here, she was obviously aware of this, but there was no disappointment in her eyes.

"If you don't want the power of the Guardian God, then you don't want it." Xiaohe smiled weakly: "The inheritance of the gods and the panacea are temporary, and time is the best magic weapon for cultivation."

"Yeah."

Lin Shouxi nodded, and said softly, "If we can all survive, we can use this magic weapon together in the future."

The smile on Xiaohe's cheeks is like a flower trembling in the wind.

The smile swayed gently, then quickly faded away.

Footsteps can be heard from outside the house.

Here she is.

She wouldn't have made the sound of footsteps, it was intended for them to hear.

Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe looked at each other, and before they could make any movement, a slim figure in a fluttering white dress had already appeared outside the door.

This fairy looks very young, too young to tell her age, her cheeks are covered with white gauze, her fairy dimple is vague and unfamiliar.

For Lin Shouxi, the dead city is like a lingering nightmare. The scene of Mu Shijing chasing and killing from the wind and rain with his sword in his white skirt reappeared. He was also seriously injured and desperate.

But this time it seems more desperate than then.

At that time, he was alone and had nothing to lose, so he could fight desperately with Mu Shijing, fighting for everything.

But now...

He looked at Xiaohe's petite figure curled up under the wooden wall, with mist in her eyes, and tried hard to force a smile to himself.

Zhan Gong whispered in the sheath.

Lin Shouxi pulled it out again, and the eye-like blade clearly reflected his face, which made him a little strange.

He clenched the blade tightly, and suddenly had a hallucination...

Indistinctly, a scene appeared in his mind. It was a hazy wooden hall, and there were countless famous swords in the hall. I don't know if these swords are really old or deliberately old, which makes the picture stand out. Mottled, a girl who looked only six or seven years old was kneeling in the center. She was wearing a palace dress and looked very well-behaved.

A sword was placed in front of her, and the little girl was staring at the sword in a daze.

This... what is this?

This hallucination came to mind almost out of thin air, and Lin Shouxi didn't know what it was or what it meant.

Maybe it's just an illusion...

The fairy in white slowly raised her hand, the long sword in her hand shimmered, and the gleam turned into the appearance of a crane, flying softly, but when it fell into his eyes, it was a frightened light, which shook his hallucinatory consciousness. Forcibly interrupted.

She walked in, looking around.

The buildings are dilapidated, the corpses are cold, blood is flowing all over the ground, and the bones are stench... There are also two dying people.

Standing here, she is out of tune with the environment here, like the cloud shadow passing by in the muddy pond, it seems to meet the muddy pond, but the reflection is just a reflection, it is far above the sky, detached from the dust, not stained with dirt .

She glanced at the sword in Lin Shouxi's hand, and then her eyes fell on Xiaohe.

"Did you kill him?"

The words of the fairy in white are quiet, but Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe both feel the indifference and contempt in it. The world often says that the fairy has icy muscles and bones, which is not unreasonable, because this kind of almost arrogant indifference is cast in the flesh and blood of.

Xiao He stared at the white-clothed fairy in front of her, and calmly replied: "It's me."

"The person who killed the fairy tower, have you thought about the consequences?" The fairy in white asked.

"Consequence? What does the consequence have to do with you? He is a member of the Wu family, this is our family matter, and Wuzhu Lake is also outside the mountain, so it is not subject to your legal restrictions!" Xiaohe responded coldly.

The white-clothed fairy ignored her sarcasm, she looked down at the snow-haired girl in front of her, and continued: "The real fairy will involve a lot of troubles, killing you is the best choice."

Xiaohe looked at her, but there was no fear in her pupils.

Fairy in white clothes has seen many people who regard death as home, and she didn't find it strange, but said indifferently: "I can see that your blood is good. If you think that I will let you go because of this, you are wrong."

"You immortals are really more arrogant than the other..."

Xiaohe listened to her words and mocked her arrogance and arrogance. In her opinion, these immortals who kept saying that all living beings are equal all day long had already ignored all living beings in the dust.

This is them, and it is also the imagination of many mortals about immortals.

In comparison, Master Yun is closer to reality, perhaps this is why he calls himself a real person.

The white-clothed fairy ignored her ridicule, and her eyes turned cold, as if she didn't care about everything.

Her hand sank into Xiaohe's snowy hair, grabbed her up, twisted the sword lightly with the other hand, and wiped it horizontally.

Of course Lin Shouxi will not sit back and watch all this happen.

He had been breathing deeply and accumulating energy just now, and Hei Wan completely squeezed out the true energy in his body, turning it into killing intent and pouring into Zhan Gong's sheath, Zhan Gong's long cry, in harmony with his mind, the fairy in white wants to strike At that moment, his sword rushed forward like lightning.

But how could such a sword threaten her?

Almost out of respect for the opponent's dying sword, she turned around to block him, and the sword shook him away.

The killing intent that Lin Shouxi had finally assembled was instantly torn apart, and with a bang, he flew upside down, smashed through the building, and fell into the rain outside from that side.

Zhan Gongjian also came out of his hand, and inserted obliquely into the soil on one side.

This woman is very powerful, stronger than Yun Zhenren.

The worst thing is that both he and Xiaohe are exhausted, and there is no way to deal with her.

"Zhan Palace..."

Lin Shouxi softly called Jianming.

The sword rose out of thin air, pierced her back, and then stopped smoothly.

The Fairy in White stretched out her hand, and Zhan Gong was caught in her hand from a distance. The blade of the sword vibrated wildly, like a fish that kept struggling after being caught, but to no avail, it couldn't escape from her palm at all.

She seemed to be a little interested in the sword, she watched it quietly for a while, and then snapped it back with her fingers.

The sword flew across an arc, and with a clang, it just pierced Lin Shouxi's cheek, cutting off several strands of black hair.

Fairy was not moved by his struggle.

To her, none of this makes sense.

She raised her sword again.

Xiaohe closed her eyes, waiting for death to come.

She was not afraid at all, her only regret was that she had to part with him, and she hated parting. The image of her aunt flying high into the sky flashed in the girl's consciousness. If there really is a country where the dead live together, then they will meet again soon... This is the only blessing.

Lin Shouxi struggled to get up, staring at the fairy-like back, with only strong hatred in his eyes.

He didn't believe that Xiao He would die.

He still doesn't know that Xiaohe has never had a foreseeable spiritual root, so he stubbornly believes that after four years, they will really be together.

Now that they are in a deadlock, Lin Shouxi can't think of any way to break the situation, but he feels that there will always be, at the point where fate meets, there will be a ray of vitality that will burst like a sprout...

"Don't hide, come out!!"

Lin Shouxi looked at the empty sky and let out a hoarse roar.

He didn't know what he was calling.

The movement of the fairy in white to draw the sword paused slightly.

She put Xiaohe down on her own initiative and looked back.

That is the direction of Lin Shouxi.

But she didn't look at Lin Shouxi, but looked at the sky behind him.

Lin Shouxi felt the coldness, the coldness of the body and the silence of the world.

A gray robe floated over the Wu family, hanging in the air, like a piece of rag fixed there.

"Why...she?"

…

Floating in mid-air is an old woman. When they were in Guting, she would come to deliver meals to them every day.

Today, instead of leaning on her iconic crutches, she was floating in the air, like a rag doll hanging under the eaves.

Lin Shouxi was also shocked.

Why is this old lady here? who is she?

When she was in the ancient court in the past, Xiaohe did not lie. The mother-in-law was a maid who had served the Wu family all her life. Day also walked around with the old woman, pretending that she was fine.

If the Wu family knew that she was dead, they would definitely burn her...

Her judgment in the past was not wrong, but...

"Evil spirit?"

The white skirt fairy was surprised, "There are evil spirits here?"

Evil spirits!

Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe understood at the same time - it was the evil spirit in the dark secret room who woke up!

Xiaohe didn't know that the evil spirit had collected twenty corpses by means, but Lin Shouxi, who had caught a glimpse of the blue ghost that day, immediately understood.

The evil spirit should have cast some kind of spell on Master Yun.

This spell took effect when Master Yun died, and he became one of the ritual corpses...

As for the other corpse, it is very likely to be the headless evil spirit.

It also sacrificed its own guards to make up for it!

The evil spirit sneaked into the witch's house and attached itself to the old woman's body to hide itself. No one else noticed it. Only the crutch closest to the old woman realized it. It left the old woman's body and fled overnight. go.

Lin Shouxi felt that this scene seemed familiar.

At the most desperate moment, the evil spirit known as the mortal enemy suddenly appeared, shaking a crack out of this dead situation!

A cultivator encounters evil and cuts at evil. As a disciple of Xianlou, the woman in the white skirt will certainly not let this evil spirit go.

She had no intention of directly killing the girl, as it was related to the ancient true immortals, so it was the safest thing to hand over to the master, and she just wanted to scare her out of something by brazenly throwing out the sword.

Unexpectedly, the little sister was determined, but the evil spirit was the first to lose her composure.

"Prison."

The woman in the white dress silently recited a mantra, uttered a word at Xiao He, then drew her sword and fell into the rain.

…

Before she left, she cast the spell of imprisonment on Xiaohe, but the spell didn't take effect, Xiaohe cut off her voice at a critical moment, and the woman in the white skirt walked too fast, and she didn't even notice it.

Lin Shouxi struggled to get up, raised his head, and looked at the sky.

The evil spirit hidden in the old woman's body revealed its true face. The slender blood vessels on its cheeks protruded, and it gradually changed into the appearance of the evil spirit in the dark river stone room. The worn robe also bulged in the wind. , countless thick and long tentacles protruding from it, like vines that grow wildly in the water, dancing in the storm.

A wave of spiritual ripples spread over the Wu family in the form of ripples.

Spirit ripples crashed into his mind, and Lin Shouxi, who managed to get up with great difficulty, almost fell to the ground again.

He kept chanting the Purification Mantra to fight against this force.

The Purifying Mantra has an inexplicable magical effect. It is like an anchor point, temporarily imprisoning the erratic consciousness.

Lin Shouxi returned to the building by virtue of this moment of clarity.

Xiao He was still leaning against the wall, her snow hair was disheveled, her brows were slightly red, which was a dangerous color.

Lin Shouxi vented some anger for her, Xiaohe hummed softly a few times, and his complexion recovered a little.

"Take a break first."

Lin Shouxi touched Xiaohe's forehead and said softly.

Xiaohe's sense of sharpness disappeared when she faced the fairy in the white skirt before. She became much weaker and nodded obediently.

Lin Shouxi quickly calmed down, and he groped around on Wang Erguan's body for a while.

"What are you looking for?" Xiao He asked.

"A book." Lin Shouxi said.

"Book?" Xiaohe asked: "Is it very important?"

"It's very important, it's something that Master left me." Lin Shouxi said.

Before he learned about Luo Shu's whereabouts from Wang Erguan, but before he could get to the bottom of it, the second young master suddenly appeared and accidentally exposed Yun Zhenren's conspiracy. Xiaohe's safety was far more important than Luo Shu, so at that time Without even thinking about it, he went straight to Xiao He's dormitory.

He searched for a while, but couldn't find it, and endured his nausea, he went to search in Master Yun's robes, trying to find some pills, but he groped for a while, and only found the useless mantra stone.

After a quick search to no avail, Lin Shouxi made a decisive decision and hugged Xiaohe again, "I'll take you away first."

"Yeah."

Lin Shouxi picked up the limp Xiaohe, and just as he stepped out of the door, the powerful spiritual pressure from the sky made his consciousness unstable, and he knelt on one knee, unable to support himself.

Xiaohe's petite body rolled to the ground, she clutched her head, endless hallucinations poured into her consciousness.

Evil spirits are all outstanding in terms of spiritual power, and this evil spirit is obviously much stronger than the headless evil spirit in the dark room. Immortals are like facing enemies.

Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe were seriously injured, so it was difficult to resist the endless mental pressure.

They experienced many terrible fantasies.

For example, the whole world is slowly turned upside down, and the buildings slide along the street, rushing straight towards them. In the huge visual impact, many panacea emerge from the void. Upside down, a big mouth appeared behind him, as if it was going to swallow him in the next moment.

The five senses were confused, and the vision was upside down. They both fell into the rain, dizzy. Xiaohe bit her lip and struggled to stay awake. Leaving on the cross-flowing street.

Finally leaving the center of the strongest spiritual pressure, both Lin Shouxi and her breathed a sigh of relief, but the spiritual ripples continued to spread. If they couldn't resist this force, they would be driven crazy sooner or later.

"Follow me."

Xiao He tightly grasped his hand, "The Wu family has a secret passage, which can lead directly to the bottom of Wu Zhu Lake!"

The Divine Court is about to open, and for the current situation, it may be the safest place!

"Okay."

Lin Shouxi couldn't tell the direction, but Xiao He ran forward holding his hand.

The two held hands and crossed several wet roads, and Xiaohe led him to the back of a black temple.

Guardian...

Lin Shouxi suddenly felt that these two words seemed to have a bad meaning to him.

There was no time to think so much, Xiaohe directly pulled him into the well.

There was no water in the well, and they fell to the ground smoothly, and the spiritual pressure released by the evil spirits also weakened a lot.

Xiao He leaned against the wall of the well, closed her eyes, and was so tired that she wanted to fall asleep directly.

Lin Shouxi also leaned against the wall to rest for a while, when the girl's cries of pain sounded in his ears, he realized that he had squeezed her hand too tightly.

Lin Shouxi quickly let go of his hand.

Xiaohe shrank her small hands into her sleeves, she collected herself and began to **** among the black clothes.

"What are you looking for?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"The key...the key to the secret passage in the well." Xiaohe said.

Lin Shouxi lowered his body and walked along the underground passage for a while. There was indeed a door in front of him. He pushed the door, turned around and said, "The door is not closed."

Xiaohe was taken aback, and followed her. She looked at the stone door with a gap, and frowned, "Could someone have gone in?"

"Maybe."

The Wu family is in great chaos, so it is not impossible for others to escape through this secret passage first.

As long as the door is open.

Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe pushed open the stone door and walked in.

Passing through the stone gate, the spiritual pressure almost disappeared, and they felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

"There are a total of ten roads here, only one leads to the divine garden at the bottom of the lake, and the others all lead to the cliff cave on the lake wall."

Xiao He stretched out his hand and said, "Follow me, I know the way."

Lin Shouxi held her soft and cool hand again.

The two walked down the stone path holding hands.

Although the ceremonies of following the gods have been destroyed, the court of God seems to be the only place to escape from hunting.

"In our hometown, today is a very good festival." Lin Shouxi said suddenly.

"Hometown?"

"Well, that's a far away place, we call this day Mid-Autumn Festival." Lin Shouxi spoke softly.

"Mid-Autumn Festival..." Xiaohe repeated softly, and then asked: "What will you do on this day?"

"I can watch the moon, I can eat a delicious cake, and I can reunite with my relatives."

Speaking of this, the two fell silent at the same time, Lin Shouxi held his hands tighter, as if telling Xiaohe that at least he was by her side.

Xiaohe lowered her little face with disheveled snow hair, and was silent for a moment, but her eyes turned red.

"What's wrong?" Lin Shouxi noticed something strange about her.

Xiao He shook her head and looked at the sword in his hand. She vaguely felt that the sword was somewhat hostile to her. She stretched out her hand, stroked the scabbard, and asked, "Where did this sword come from? It... well Pretty."

The sword seemed to have a spirit. Hearing Xiaohe's praise, it let out a soft chime, dispelling the weak hostility.

"Well...the one from the Jiange is a rare and good sword." Lin Shouxi didn't know how to explain it.

The sword does not cry, and he is noncommittal to this answer.

The two stopped talking, and just walked hand in hand, absorbing the precious warmth from the silence.

After walking for a while, Xiaohe gently rubbed his palm, and asked: "Actually, you pushed the door open just now, right?"

"What?" Lin Shouxi was taken aback.

"You are actually the key, right?" Xiaohe asked.

"I'm not." Lin Shouxi said, "This door is open."

"I don't think there is anything to hide." Xiaohe said.

"Why do you think it's me?" Lin Shouxi was puzzled.

"Renren Yun asked everyone with the mantra stone, and no one else. Only you were still in a coma at that time." Xiaohe said seriously: "The stone gate of Niechi can't be pushed open by manpower, it must be the key worked."

"Isn't everyone else..." Lin Shouxi was also surprised, and soon he thought of a possibility: "The key is a fake cloud real person's statement. Not everyone was there at the time. The owner of the key may be interested. It has other names."

"Not everyone was there..." Xiaohe thought about this sentence, bowing her head in thought.

Among those who survived, the only ones who were not present were Ji Luoyang, Wang Erguan and Xiao Qi.

The key... Lin Shouxi's expression was suddenly in a trance. He thought of the door of the dark room that had just been opened, and felt a sense of familiarity.

He feels that he has experienced similar things! Is in...

Dead city!

He quickly realized - when he came to the dead city, the gate of the dead city was also opened strangely, and the door locks and chains were all broken and fell to the ground!

Then, a ghostly thought emerges: Are the gates of the dead city really open for themselves?

Or, someone entered the dead city before him, and that person was... the key!

If there is someone in the dead city, where is he hiding?

Like lightning pouring into his brain, the details that he had overlooked in the past are clearly revealed at this moment-he opened the door of Guanyin Pavilion, just as it happened, the door was not bolted!

The chill soaked through his body. At the same time, in the dark and narrow tunnel, Lin Shouxi heard the sound of machine strings vibrating.

The killer in the fog alley!

Both he and Xiaohe were seriously injured, and their strength was not even one. When they came to a safe place, their heartstrings relaxed a little, but the killer who had been hiding for a long time suddenly appeared.

The crossbow arrows are coming!

"Xiaohe!"

Lin Shouxi yelled, strode forward, grabbed her arm, pulled it into his arms, turned around, and used his back as a shield to protect her and pressed her onto the stone wall.

The sharp wind brushed past his back, tore apart his flesh and blood, ripped his clothes, and then obliquely inserted into the stone wall.

Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe looked at each other tacitly, separated, quickly drew out their swords, stood on both sides, each guarding one side, while searching for a suitable cover, while preparing to intercept arrows at any time.

But there was no more arrows in the darkness.

Did the killer give up?

Xiaohe knew he didn't, because her spiritual root of sound could detect the subtle voice in front, that person stood in a dark corner, seeming to wear down their patience.

Lin Shouxi wanted to make an attack.

The sound of the torch being lit suddenly resounded, an inch of light was illuminated in the darkness ahead, a long shadow was dragged to the ground, protruding from the corner, like a slowly flowing water. Then, Xiaohe heard the man's voice, the voice was lonely and leisurely, as if reciting a poem.

It was a language she did not understand.

Xiaohe glanced at Lin Shouxi, but found that Lin Shouxi's face was pale and his whole body was shaking.

"What's wrong? Is it a spell?" Xiaohe asked quickly.

Lin Shouxi shook his head.

He can understand this poem, and he has also heard this poem, Suzi's Xijiangyue.

"The world is a big dream, how many times in life is cool in autumn, when the night comes, the wind and leaves are already blowing on the porch, look at the brows and temples..."

The visitor chanted, his voice was lonely and misty, like the clouds floating over the canyon. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he is also reciting Mid-Autumn Ci.

"Wine is cheap and there are few customers, and the moonlight is mostly blocked by clouds. Who will share the lonely light during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and look north... sadly."

Lin Shouxi stared straight ahead without blinking.

At the corner ~IndoMTL.com~ A young man wearing black clothes with long hair came out. He recited this poem that was widely circulated in the past world. He raised his head slowly and looked at Lin Shouxi. The lights lit up his face.

Ji Luoyang.

The usual words and smiles were washed away on his cheeks, and he seemed to have returned to the first rainy night, as cold as a lonely mountain rock.

Lin Shouxi looked at him for a long time before asking, "Who the **** are you?"

Ji Luoyang smiled at him, polite, like a nobleman, he hung his sword, looked at the young man in the dark, straightened his clothes, looked solemn, and finally introduced himself:

"My name is not Ji Luoyang, I am Ji Luoyang, Ji of Wang Ji, Luoyang of Yang of Luoshui... Luoyang is my hometown."

Seeing the poor dagger in the picture, it pierces out like a sword through clothes, revealing its sharp edge!

"I'm Ji Luoyang...I'm..." He took a deep breath and said word by word:

"Heaven - down - third - third!"