I will Bury the Gods Chapter 207: : Fog of Time

The girl's clear and sweet voice conveyed concern, causing Lin Shouxi's consciousness to change from chaotic to sober. Wrapped tightly around his hand, and tied a delicate bow.

Everything is so real...

Why am I here?

Lin Shouxi clearly remembered that he had already come to the back of the courtyard and stepped on a long bridge over a blood pool. You should go back to the bridge, but...

"What's wrong with you, maybe you fell stupid?" Xiaohe stretched out her hand, shook it in front of him, and asked worriedly.

Seeing that he was awake, Mu Shijing also approached him, and knelt down to taunt him.

"You are so delicate and frail, you will be commensurate with Sister Xiaohe in the future." Mu Shijing laughed.

Lin Shouxi was in a heavy heart, and he didn't have the heart to refute the joke of the two girls. He asked bluntly, "Don't you remember anything?"

"Remember? Remember what?" Mu Shijing asked.

"We have already entered Shenting once, and now we are back here again." Lin Shouxi said seriously.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Mu Shijing frowned and asked.

"I know." Lin Shouxi took a deep breath, looked at Xiaohe, and said, "What I will say next may be bizarre, but you have to believe me, everything I say is the truth."

Xiaohe saw that his expression was serious and did not seem to be joking, so she restrained her smile and said softly, "Well...you said it."

Lin Shouxi recounted everything that happened earlier.

After Xiaohe and Mu Shijing listened, they both opened their mouths half-opened, showing confusion.

"You fainted just now, did you have such a dream?" Mu Shijing asked in surprise.

"I can be sure, this is not a dream." Lin Shouxi said firmly: "This is not the first time I have come here."

"Of course it's not the first time, we came here a year ago." Xiaohe said softly.

When Lin Shouxi heard this, he felt lost. He looked at Xiaohe's bright face and asked, "Doesn't Xiaohe believe me?"

"I...I believe it."

Even though Xiaohe said this, his face could not hide the color of doubt.

They also have a complete memory, with clear logic and clear pictures. It is really difficult for them to immediately believe such a counterintuitive thing... Lin Shouxi comforted himself in his heart.

The three disciples also came over to say hello after eating the fish. Lin Shouxi asked about Li Wenxiu, but as expected, none of them remembered.

On the way to Shinto, Lin Shouxi asked about their life experiences.

As they answered before, all three of them came from poor families. Gu Ming and Gu Xiaoru were originally in a good family, but after the death of the old man, the family fell apart due to infighting, their father was poisoned to death, and their mother cried blind They lost their eyes and passed away within a few months. They began to live under the fence for five years.

In the past five years, they worked tirelessly to help others every day. They were beaten and scolded, and they couldn't eat enough. It was the brother and sister sitting by the cowshed who brought them out of the sea of ​​suffering.

As for He Yaoqin... She seems to be quite shy about her life experience, and she refuses to speak up.

On the way, Xiaohe was always by his side, holding his hand tenderly. Seeing that he was depressed, she kept comforting him not to be swayed by the illusion in his dream. Lin Shouxi didn't know how to be happy when she heard her comforting Still should be sad.

Passing through the three broken buildings, walking through the royal court, and arriving at the courtyard, everything is so familiar.

The backyard door was closed tightly, just when Mu Shijing was about to open it, Lin Shouxi suddenly said:

"There is a lake behind the yard, the lake is full of blood, and there is a single-plank bridge across the blood lake."

"Really?" Mu Shijing frowned.

"If it's true, would you believe what I said before?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Yes."

Mu Shijing answered simply.

But when she opened the courtyard door, the scene in front of her was beyond everyone's expectations. There is no blood lake or single-plank bridge outside the courtyard gate. There is a black wasteland. On the wasteland, bones are piled up in the shape of countless giant mushrooms. They surround a tree, a twisted bone disease tree, which rises from the ground. , straight to the sky, and densely packed fungi grow on the pale trunks, like steps one after another.

"Look, how can there be a blood lake here?" Mu Shijing shook his head, "I have already said that what you experienced before was an illusion, should you be awake now?"

"A hallucination..."

Lin Shouxi's eyes showed a hint of confusion.

The giant bone tree in front of me is thick and crooked, and there are many bones hanging upside down from the top. The bones are distorted and deformed. An unknown race that feeds on flesh and blood.

Seeing this scene, the three of Lin Shouxi were still able to hold themselves, Gu Xiaoru immediately covered her eyes, He Yaoqin seemed to have thought of something disgusting, knelt on the side and kept retching, Gu Ming kept comforting her.

"Giant tree, hanged ghost... This looks like the sacred tree totem recorded in many ancient books." Xiaohe said quietly: "Let's go, go and have a look, maybe you can get some clues."

Speaking, Xiaohe took his hand to move forward, but Lin Shouxi did not move. He looked at Mu Shijing and asked a question that shocked everyone:

"Is what happened that night also an illusion?"

"What?" Mu Shijing was startled, "What are you talking about?"

"Did you forget that night?" Lin Shouxi continued to ask.

How could Mu Shijing forget, her pupils were erratic, and she burst out with dazzling disappointment and shock: "You...you know? You were really pretending at the time? You...are this kind of person?!"

Mu Shijing's series of questions didn't make Lin Shouxi confused, but made Xiaohe dizzy.

"What are you talking about? What night? What did you... do?" Xiao He was uneasy.

Lin Shouxi did not answer Xiaohe's question, but continued to say to Mu Shijing: "I don't know, you told me yourself."

"I'll tell you personally? When?" Mu Shijing was puzzled.

"The last time I came here." Lin Shouxi lied.

"Ridiculous!" Mu Shijing blurted out, "How could I tell you this kind of thing? I understand, you must have a guilty conscience, which created a nightmare... Lin Shouxi, you are also a Taoist cultivator in the muddy gold realm , how can you still be confused by the nightmare and be obsessed with it?"

Facing Mu Shijing's questioning, the bewildered look in Lin Shouxi's eyes disappeared. be clear.

"Yeah, I'm also a cultivator in the muddy gold realm, how can I still be confused by the nightmare and be obsessed with it?" Lin Shouxi muttered to himself.

"You're crazy." Mu Shi said in a cold voice.

Lin Shouxi did not answer, but raised his left hand and said, "I obviously scratched myself in a dream, how could the wound come out? What's more, Xiaohe held my hand at that time, and I How can you really cut your palm?"

"What... are you talking about again?" Xiao He was in shock.

"Why do you bandage me up for such a small injury? You know, with my physique, I will recover in a short while." Lin Shouxi said calmly.

"I...I care about you." Xiao He explained with her nose fluttering.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Mu Shijing was very angry, and said coldly again: "You are crazy!"

"I'm sober."

Lin Shouxi breathed out: "I am sober, you are the nightmare."

"You...don't scare me." Xiaohe's red lips trembled delicately.

Facing Xiaohe's pitiful attitude, Lin Shouxi was surprisingly hard-hearted. He said indifferently: "You are not my Xiaohe."

"Why?" Xiaohe asked.

"Because my Xiaohe will not disbelieve me." Lin Shouxi said.

The dust on the mirror of his heart was wiped away. At this moment, Lin Shouxi's mind was clear, Luo Shu moved in response, and a roaring sound erupted in his body. The lit dry firewood, as if the consciousness is about to transcend the body, turn into a pure spirit, and fly away.

The surrounding scene collapsed, and everything was distorted and deformed in the field of vision. At the same time, countless mournful wailing sounds rang in my ears, the voices were full of unwillingness and resentment, sadness and despair. People desperately floated up from the deep lake until they suddenly jumped out of the water.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you standing still?"

The line of sight became clear again, and Xiaohe's fierce cheek appeared in the field of vision. She was holding Lin Shouxi's hand, and there was a single-plank bridge and a thousand-foot blood lake under her feet.

Lin Shouxi was worried at first. He was afraid that he would be freed from a dream and fall into a deeper dream like just now. awake.

He hugged the girl in front of him in his arms.

"Hey...what are you doing, so many people are watching, are you crazy?"

Xiaohe was suddenly embraced by force, caught off guard, the fierce look on her face turned into nervousness and shyness, she tightened her arms and tried to break free, but Lin Shouxi's arms were like steel iron locks, and she couldn't break them without brute force move.

"Is this the time for love and affection? Can you be a little more modest in your actions? Don't get in the way if you don't want to go."

Seeing this scene, Mu Shijing blushed slightly and angrily scolded them for their rude behavior.

Lin Shouxi looked at her with her hands on her hips, thinking about the previous dream, and only felt that Mu Shijing in front of him was very cute, but he still didn't know what happened in that so-called night, so that he mentioned it in his dream. Suddenly, Mu Shijing had such a big reaction.

Lin Shouxi let go of Xiaohe's arm and asked, "Xiaohe, do you trust me?"

Xiaohe seemed to smell something, she stared at Lin Shouxi suspiciously, and said vigilantly: "Are you... are you going to confess something to me?"

Lin Shouxi couldn't help but laugh. He didn't explain immediately, but took Xiaohe's hand and walked up the long bridge.

Although the long bridge is narrow, it is like walking on flat ground for people of their level. They gradually walk to the center of the long bridge. There are weird expressions, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes ferocious, sometimes funny.

Lin Shouxi was still thinking about the illusion just now.

Why did I fall into the illusion, Mu Shijing's perception is more sensitive, and it is easier to be captured? Is it because I was the first to step on this bridge? Moreover, the people and things in this illusion are too realistic, if the relationship is not really intimate, it is impossible to tell the difference. Gu Bing

Does anyone else fall into this hallucination? Can they get out?

Thinking about this, Lin Shouxi glanced back.

The four disciples also walked up the long bridge, Li Wenxiu walked at the front, Gu Xiaoru followed behind him, Gu Ming stood behind his younger sister to protect him, He Yaoqin walked at the back, a little closer to Gu Ming.

In the dream, Li Wenxiu died, and the rest of the people no longer remember him. Could this dream be a prophecy?

Although Lin Shouxi escaped from the illusion, Lin Shouxi did not dare to take it lightly. When they came to God's Domain, they still remembered the conversation with the four disciples on the beach, which meant that the illusion they had experienced before was very likely to become reality.

Lin Shouxi can't imagine how to completely erase the traces of a person, let alone imagine Xiaohe or Mu Shijing disappearing, and he doesn't remember their scene at all.

He was cold.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Xiao He asked.

Lin Shouxi nodded and didn't hide any more. He told Xiaohe and Mu Shijing what happened in the previous dream concisely. The two girls were terrified. In their eyes, Lin Shouxi just hesitated. But so many terrible things happened in this instant.

Xiaohe still wanted to ask some questions, but she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, and said with a chill, "Is that tree the one you dreamed about?"

Following the position of Xiaohe's finger, Lin Shouxi looked into the blood pool. In the pool filled with blood mist, there was a section of pale tree trunk exposed. All show its identity.

Could it be that the scene seen in the illusion took place in the past. This place was originally a solid land, but it fell due to the collapse of the God Realm a year ago and turned into a lake of blood?

"It is it." Lin Shouxi said.

This further confirms the truth of his words.

"Why are you the only one who fell into an illusion?" Mu Shijing still did not forget to taunt Lin Shouxi: "Could it be that you are not determined?"

Lin Shouxi shook his head, pointed to the four disciples behind, and said, "They're all fine."

Mu Shijing nodded thoughtfully, and said again: "By the way, speaking of those disciples, I just carefully thought about what they said, and I think there is something wrong."

"What's the problem?"

"They said before that God's Domain is a dangerous and unknown place, and no one wants to come. They came here because of the rich rewards."

Mu Shijing said slowly: "There is nothing wrong with this statement, but... there are too many of them, what kind of place is God's Domain, they are just a group of young disciples who have never reached the Immortal Realm, why would they take risks together? The Goddess also agreed strangely...the Goddesses of the previous generation were not stupid enough to send so many young disciples to death, right?"

After being awakened by Mu Shijing, Xiaohe and Lin Shouxi also realized this.

That's right, what kind of place is God's Domain, there are not many people under the sect of the previous generation of goddesses. Most importantly, where did the missing goddess of the previous generation go, and why has there been no news?

"Do you think there is something wrong with the goddesses of the previous generation?" Xiaohe asked.

"Yeah." Mu Shijing nodded, and said, "She has mental problems, and she may do extreme things. The most important thing is...she looks too much like her sister."

"Isn't it normal for sisters to look alike?" Xiao He said.

"Well... maybe." Mu Shijing also felt that he was worrying too much.

But for some reason, the image of the red-haired goddess of admiration taking off her black robe and looking up at the sky has always lingered in her memory, and she couldn't get rid of it, and it also made her feel an inexplicable chill , as if she were the devil itself.

The three of them fell silent again.

The long bridge is narrow, the blood mist is floating, and the magma-like blood boils endlessly below. This seems to be the road leading to the netherworld, and the end is death.

"Let's chat with them later, maybe we can learn something." Lin Shouxi looked at the four disciples behind him.

"It's time to talk to them." Mu Shijing agreed.

"Is sister Mu suspicious of them?" Xiaohe asked.

"Of course, there might be a murderous monster among us wearing the skin of a disciple, so we have to be careful." Mu Shijing said cautiously. She had heard many similar stories when she was young. It turns out that the biggest ghost is someone close to him.

"If one of them has a problem, who do you think is most likely?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"He Yaoqin." Mu Shijing said without hesitation.

"Why?"

Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe asked in unison.

"Because her name sounds good, it doesn't seem like she will die casually." Mu Shijing analyzed based on his own experience in reading Zhu Shenlu.

Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe agreed not to comment.

Walk across the long bridge and came to the opposite bank. This is still a solitary cliff. The cliff is covered with various vegetation. They are like octopuses planted upside down in the wall, full of sucker tentacles. are extended branches.

There is a path leading down from the cliff. At the end of the path, there is a gray mist, and the outline of a majestic palace can be vaguely seen.

Lin Shouxi's intuition told him that the body of the Space-Time Demon God was probably hidden in that hall, and as long as he arrived there, he could find a way out of this God's Domain.

But he didn't rush to leave, but waited for the four disciples to come over.

The four disciples were very skilled, and they all passed the wooden bridge smoothly. Lin Shouxi invited them to go with them. Although the four disciples were cautious, they agreed.

On the way together, Lin Shouxi asked a lot of questions about them and their sect.

Lin Shouxi learned that it wasn't just their life experiences that were tortuous and miserable. Most of the disciples of their sect came from poor families, and more than half of them were orphans.

"Why does your master accept so many orphans?" Lin Shouxi asked curiously.

"Of course it's because Master is kind-hearted. The general sects like to accept disciples from aristocratic families, because their families are rich, and they can give a large sum of money to the sect every year. Only our master is different. He is greedy for fame and wealth, and he can teach without discrimination." Gu Xiaoru said with a face full of reverence.

"Then why did she choose you orphans when she put herself in danger?" Lin Shouxi asked again.

"I've said it before, Master didn't choose us, we volunteered to come! It was voluntary!" Gu Xiaoru argued loudly, she forbids anyone to speak ill of Master.

"I see you, you were sold and you were helping to count the money." Seeing her arrogant face, Mu Shijing couldn't help but sneer.

Gu Xiaoru became even more angry, she glared at Mu Shijing with cold eyes.

On the other side, He Yaoqin took out a gray slate, held it in her palm, closed her eyes, as if she was conveying information to the outside world.

In God's Domain, almost all magic tools have failed, only the gray monument is still functioning.

"What are you posting?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"What we have seen and heard here." He Yaoqin said: "This is the mission of our trip."

Lin Shouxi approached her, looked at the words that emerged on the gray board, read them carefully several times, and found nothing wrong.

The seven of them set off together and walked towards the main hall below the mountain road.

On the way to the main hall, there are many iron trees growing on both sides, and corpses are hung upside down on each iron tree. These corpses are human limbs, but they are bigger than yaks, like giants in prehistoric legends.

Through the iron forest, the main hall is in front of you. It is far more magnificent than it looks from afar.

Following Lin Shouxi's arrival, the door opened silently, and a gray mist poured out from it. Behind the mist, there were many huge, motionless black shadows looming.

Suddenly, a weird sound resounded, like some kind of unique musical instrument performance~IndoMTL.com~ Lin Shouxi was taken aback, still looking for the source of the sound, when behind him, Xiaohe's clear voice suddenly sounded:

"Watch out ahead!"

Among the gray fog, several pairs of setae-covered jointed limbs protruded impressively, resembling the feet of a spider. It lay on the gate, its body compressed, and then ejected violently at an extremely fast speed.

Lin Shouxi's pupils shrank slightly, and he wanted to dodge in surprise. With his speed, he could have avoided it, but at this critical moment, his consciousness was in a trance.

This feeling is familiar.

Not good...

When Lin Shouxi was in a bad mood, his consciousness was captured by some strange existence again. When he came back to his senses in horror, he suddenly came to the place where the woman in the black dress slashed the demon **** of time and space, but both the girl and the demon **** had disappeared without a trace. , only the wall of gods stood tall behind him for thousands of years.

Why is this time...

Lin Shouxi, who has fallen into the illusion twice, has rich experience. He wanted to use Luo Shu's mind to leave here, but at this time, he hesitated.

The Zhan Gong sword on his waist suddenly started to glow.

Since leaving Three Realms Village, it has never emitted such a light.

"Small... Xiaoyu?"

Lin Shouxi was shocked.

Almost instinctively, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhan Gongjian, and his consciousness was connected to it.

Boom——

The sea of ​​consciousness suddenly turned into a void, and vaguely, he heard someone talking:

"Welcome miss to worship the sword."

After a while, the picture in front of me became clear. A girl about seven or eight years old was kneeling in front of me. She was wearing a green dress, her childishness was still intact, and her hair was combed gracefully and cutely.

She clasped her hands together, her face was pious, and she was chanting something in her mouth, as if she was expecting a response from the Excalibur.

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