I will Bury the Gods Chapter 298: : Similar

The dragon palace was empty, and the nine dragon sons left the East China Sea, swam across the raging sea, and boarded the land one after another.

They are known as dragon sons, but their blood is not pure, as can be seen from their appearance.

They are not strong enough to cross the gate of **** under the sea and make waves in another world, but in this world, almost no life can stop them from running rampant. These nine ancient dragons have been suppressed for too long on the dark seabed, and their animal nature has already overwhelmed their divinity. Once they go out to sea, what they most want to do is to take revenge on this land and vent their madness in their hearts with cruel slaughter.

In their eyes, only they are the real living beings, and they naturally have the right to carve up the land. Humans, beasts, and ants are just the Creator's imagination of the inferior creatures. Their flesh and soil can undoubtedly be poured A temple for the gods.

Negative is the eighth son of the dragon. It likes poetry and songs, but its literary talent has never been good.

Today, it turned into a young man in white and sat on the top of a high mountain, thinking hard in front of a stone tablet. After the heavy rain drenched his white clothes, he managed to say a few words: Thunder is more noisy, and rain is more presumptuous.

After I finished writing two sentences, I had no inspiration. Suddenly, there was a flood coming from the bottom of the mountain. The gray python-like torrent danced wildly across the canyon, licking the mountain wall, and the green pines and cypresses deeply rooted in the soil were easily blown away. It was swept away, but it was a coincidence that the flow of the mountain torrent happened to avoid a village.

When I saw it, I was inspired. It disappeared on the top of the mountain, transformed into a real body, went to the earth, and came back after half a stick of incense.

When they returned, the village that should have survived the disaster had been washed away by the flood.

He picked up the pen, sighed, and wrote the last two lines of poems on the stone tablet:

The world is not kind, and many people drown.

"The thunder is louder, the rainstorm is more presumptuous, the heaven and the earth are unkind, and the people drown more——"

Uncle shook his head and read his new poem. The more he read, the more he was satisfied, and the more he read, the more joyful he was. temple, put it before the temple.

Long Chi was admiring it when a turbid yellow wind swept past it. When Neg Chi raised his head, there was an explosion-like sound in the temple, and the crowd who prayed for safety fled screaming.

Walking into the temple, I saw that the original majestic Buddha statue had fallen to the ground and was torn apart. In the place of the Buddha statue sat a monster with dragon horns and golden hair all over its body. It sat flat and stable. , reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

The fifth son of the dragon, Suan Ni, is rumored to be fond of Buddhism, and was subdued by the Buddha. So after going out to sea, the first thing he does is to smash the Buddha statues and treasures in the world to pieces.

In this world, only the laws of heaven can restrain dragons. They are never bound by human morality. In their eyes, human morality and laws are not sacred. On the contrary, they are just bonfires for the weak to keep warm. , a rainstorm can wipe it out.

According to the third son Xiaofeng, they are not destroying the world, but spreading majesty to the world. In the future, the world should be renamed Longjian. Only the ninth son Chiwen scoffed at this statement. He is happy about disasters and doesn't want to fight. He only hopes that the world will be peaceful. Yazi, who likes to fight the most, laughs after hearing this.

Many people like to drink and have fun before talking about serious matters. Like dragons, this is their drinking and having fun. After the darkness and resentment in their hearts are vented, they don't mind showing up as a savior to clear away the clouds and mist , to disperse the heavy rain, and enjoy the gratitude of the people.

Xianqing is seventeen years old this year. He is a young ranger in Wuxiang County. His father, mother and sister died in the recent flood. Xianqing is a monk. He survived by relying on his excellent water skills since childhood. When he came down and landed, he was covered in cuts and bruises, without an inch of intact skin.

The once famous monk has also become a refugee. Xianqing is extremely unwilling, but this unwillingness has become numb after seeing countless displaced people. The demons are rampant, and the sect supported by the people not only can't protect people, but also colludes with the demons. Now, the mortals who are already in a difficult situation have been deprived of their homes and lives, leaving only a sliver of strength to survive.

On the way to escape, a little village girl who had taken care of Xianqing starved to death. This little village girl was not good-looking. In her arms, when she died, the little village girl wanted to eat cakes.

Xianqing's faltering Dao heart collapsed. He who used to dominate the situation couldn't even get a piece of cake. :

This torrential rain is not a natural disaster, but a monster dragon named Baxia.

Now, this monster dragon is in the White Salt Lake, and there are righteous men who are calling for insightful people to unite and bring a three-foot green sword to kill the dragon.

Xianqing immediately joined the team.

White Salt Lake is a well-known local lake. The lake is very salty and can be exposed to salt.

There are many islands in the center of the lake, one of which is very tall, like a raised hill, and there is a temple on the top of the mountain, the Dragon King Temple.

A group of people took a small boat, braved the rain to go to the isolated island, climbed the mountain, and arrived at the Dragon King Temple.

There is a tortoise in front of the Dragon King Temple. The inscription on the tortoise records the origin of the temple.

Among the thunder and lightning, Xian Qing and others pretended to be pilgrims, waiting for the Dragon King to arrive, but the Dragon King did not come, but a group of bandits came first. When they scuffled with the bandits, the sky outside darkened without warning Suddenly, someone shouted: "Look there!"

The two groups stopped and looked at the direction the person pointed, which was the direction of the window.

A **** black eyeball blocked the window and was looking inside.

No one has ever seen such a large pupil.

The pupil is already like this, how huge should its complete body be?

Before they recovered from the shock, the door was pushed open, and a scarlet tongue rolled in, wrapped up several bandits, swept them away, and dragged them into the torrential rain outside, where their bones were chewed In the broken voice, the bandit's screams were quickly extinguished.

The monster seemed to be full and left without continuing to attack.

The few people who were still in shock walked out of the Dragon King Temple, and found that the outside was empty, and there was no trace of demons coming.

Some people were timid and wanted to leave. At this moment, a frog croaked from the eaves, and a blood-red long-tongued whip hung down, wrapping around the two people who said they were going to escape, and shrank back. back.

Xianqing looked up and saw a giant frog with swollen eyes lying on the roof. In its mouth, its companion was constantly being chewed.

After swallowing its companions, the giant frog looked at the pale-faced people and jumped down from the eaves. It rolled its tongue full of broken bones and blood foam. It had no choice but to swallow everyone in its belly. These rangers must draw their swords and fight.

This scene was extremely tragic, from day to night, almost everyone around Xianqing died, only one heroine was left alive, she was bitten off her arm, and fell into a pool of blood lingering on her last breath.

Xianqing was covered in blood. He was almost sucked into the belly several times. Fortunately, he broke through the desperate situation and barely survived. Xianqing was familiar with the fighting posture of this monster. At a certain moment, he finally Grabbing the monster's loophole, he stabbed with all his strength.

The sword pierced through the air.

In the rain, the monster disappeared out of thin air.

Kneeling on the ground, Xianqing looked around, and suddenly, he noticed the tortoise at the entrance of the Dragon King Temple. He picked up a huge boulder, smashed the tortoise with all his strength, and smashed it into pieces. The tortoise was actually that After the body of the giant frog, the tortoise shattered, the seriously injured giant frog reappeared. Its skin was no longer smooth, but covered with pimples with white pus.

Xianqing killed it.

The giant frog that ate countless people died in front of the Dragon King Temple.

"Is Baxia dead?" asked the dying female ranger.

Xianqing didn't speak, he fell to the ground exhausted and looked at the sky.

The sky seems to be leaking, the rain is still falling, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

Then, something happened that shocked Xian Qing and the female ranger.

The ground under them slowly rose in the vibration, and then began to move slowly towards the shore, as if something was lifting the mountain.

Then, beside Xianqing, in the pair of broken tortoise stone statues, there seemed to be someone talking:

"I heard that Suan Ni died."

"How did you die?"

"When it was destroying the Buddha statue, it encountered a pair of killers, Suan Ni fought with them, and was defeated. It wanted to escape, but failed. The blood, flesh and brains were also dug out, and the refugees cooked it into porridge to drink."

"How is it possible? Suan Ni is not as powerful as the eldest brother and second brother, but he is also skilled in martial arts. Who in this world can kill it? By the way, which Buddha statue did it destroy?"

"I don't know that Buddha, but I heard that it is a female living Buddha who has recently gained fame among the people, known as the Holy Bodhisattva."

"Did the person who killed Suan Ni leave a name?"

"There is no man, but that one left a lot of titles, such as the king of dragons, the sword of Taoism, the omen of evil spirits, the flute player in the dragon king's cemetery..."

"Arrogance!"

"Okay, Ba Xia, don't carry your broken mountain around all day long, Suan Ni is dead, we should unite together, and we must not be defeated by each of us."

"Got it..."

The deep and steady voice answered like this.

Xianqing didn't know if he heard it wrong, he just felt that the mountain below him was falling towards the White Salt Lake.

At this moment, it suddenly understood that the giant frog was just a little devil, and the real underlord had been in this lake all along, and the mountain they climbed was actually carried on the back by this giant turtle!

Sure enough, this is the **** who can call wind and rain...

Xianqing felt desperate, he didn't know what kind of strength he would need to fight against this monster that could carry mountains with strength and call rain with Taoism.

The mountain peak smashed into the mountain, causing huge waves.

While Xian Qing was holding onto his will to die, a melodious flute sound suddenly came from his ears.

His body was hugged by a young man in white. The young man held him by the back of the neck, passed over the water, placed him on the shore, and fed him a heart protection pill. On the other side, the girl with a broken arm The ranger was also picked up by another girl in a black skirt and escorted to the shore.

Looking at the big waves in the White Salt Lake, the young girl looked dignified and cold.

Xianqing listened to the sound of the flute fluttering in the wind, looked at the flute pinned to the waist of the girl in the black dress, and couldn't help thinking of the conversation he had just heard. He immediately came to his senses, raised his hand with difficulty, and said: /

"You...you are...the king of dragons, the blower of the Dragon King's cemetery?"

When Lin Shouxi heard this, he felt embarrassed. He pretended not to hear, and gave Mu Shijing a cold look. This is the end of the broadcast."

Mu Shijing looked at the two people who had been saved, and said, "If you think this title is too long, you can also call me the Black Dress Sage."

In order to fit this title, Mu Shijing even took the time to buy a black skirt and put it on.

She will return to this world with a brand new look, and let people know a brand new Daoist saint, a reborn Mu Shijing!

She hated the devastation and destruction caused by dragons, so on the way to Chang'an, she joined hands with Lin Shouxi and vowed to kill these vicious beasts and restore peace to the world. Kill Suan Ni and Negative Qi.

Before he died, he was still writing poems, only to see the poems on the stele that said: Heaven imprisoned the dragons at the bottom of the sea, and let the ants roam the world. Today I go out to the sea and ride the clouds, calling for thunder, lightning and wind and rain. I shaped the earth with the sea, and swallowed the snow in Kunlun thousands of miles. Thousands of peaks and ten thousand peaks are extremely high, and they are smashed to the fairy gate to become a dragon temple. Then go to Lingshan and ask the Buddha, can you drink the purple air from the east?

After I finished writing, I still couldn't let go of my hatred. I was biting the tip of my pen, thinking about how to end this poem, when a man bent over and flattered me and suggested, "Why don't you add a few more characters?"

After listening to it, I was overwhelmed. There was a monument of seven kills in ancient times. Today, he wrote his monument of seven seven forty-nine kills!

This dragon who likes to dance and write is frantically writing killing characters on the stele. The white-clothed boy and the black-skirted girl descend from the sky, interrupting his process of becoming a literary master. The hot dragon's blood was poured on the stele, which provided a footnote for his last poem.

Death came so hastily that Negative Xi didn't even have time to think of an elegant posthumous name for himself.

Accordingly speaking, dragons are the most powerful creatures in this world, especially their real bodies. This dragon body is a real steel body. It may be difficult for ordinary martial arts masters to chop with a treasured knife for ten years. Cut a mark, when they went out to sea, they thought that they might meet their opponents, but they never thought that they would die.

At the beginning, when Xing Yu returned to the Dragon Palace, Lie Xi laughed at her. Now, he has proved the strength of his opponent with his dead body.

But Zhao Xi was not mistaken. Dragons are indeed a nearly invincible species. In the past, even if Lin Shouxi had a dragon-capturing hand that naturally restrained dragons, he could only defeat Xingyu, not kill him.

But now, Lin Shouxi has a girl in a black skirt beside her.

They don't know the origin of the girl in the black dress, but when they see it, the dragons feel the fear from the heart, and they can't tell where the fear comes from. Frogs, centipedes see chickens, this is the fear written in the blood, and it is the law that all souls must abide by.

However, the woman in red clearly told them that since the beginning of the world, dragons have had no natural enemies. Even the evil gods who would make people go crazy just by looking at them cannot be compared with the real ancient dragon kings.

If the woman in red is not lying, then there is only one world for their half-blooded dragons—a real dragon with pure blood.

This girl in a black dress should be the reincarnation of a certain dragon king from ancient times. Who is she? King of Cangbi? White-eyed Dragon King? Or someone more secretive and immortal?

They don't know the answer, they only know that even a rusty kitchen knife, held by the girl in the black skirt, can exert the power to cut through the hard scales of dragons.

Mu Shijing's strength in the battle of killing the dragon made Lin Shouxi also admire him.

During the past few days, Lin Shouxi rarely satirized her, but offered delicious food and drink, which made Mu Shijing feel elated.

By the White Salt Lake, Mu Shijing and Lin Shouxi drew their swords hand in hand.

Dead certificate and Zhan Gong showed their sharp edges, either black gold or snow white, and neighed bloodthirsty by the lakeside.

This girl who has been bullied by her master and sisters in the Taoist school on weekdays, her black skirt flutters when she raises her sword, as if she is holding a wind and cloud, and her posture of swinging the sword and leaping is more like a king's own battle, with a divine appearance, The whole lake trembled at her presence.

It was the trembling of Ba Xia.

Xianqing struggled to get up. He lay on the ground, raised his head, and stared forward as hard as he could. He couldn't see the picture of the young couple fighting the dragon clearly. He could only see the waterspout constantly rising on the lake. Baxia hidden in the deep lake kept roaring, and the tip of the iceberg of its body could be seen from time to time.

The image of Baxia is the tortoise carrying the stele. It is said that it is the illegitimate child of the Dragon King and the tortoise.

After two hours, Xianqing found that the rain in the sky gradually stopped.

The blood on the White Salt Lake bloomed like flowers, gradually covering the entire lake, with a fishy smell.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing Lingbo came back.

Mu Shijing wore black clothes, which did not look dirty, while Lin Shouxi's white clothes were soaked in blood. During the battle with Ba Xia, Lin Shouxi learned the way of knowing by the way, and his understanding of the art of standing armor and controlling swords was even better. He went up to a higher level, but he also understood better that there is no future in blindly defending, as tough as a bully, and in the end Lin Shouxi used his body as a bait to seduce the probe, and finally Mu Shijing chopped off the turtle's head with a sword.

They sat by the lake, took out water and dry food, and shared food and rest.

Mu Shijing sat on the lonely rock, with one leg stretched out and the other half bent, with her arms resting lightly on her knees, looking up at the clear stars after the rain had cleared, her eyes were lonely.

Lin Shouxi thought that she had made great contributions in this battle, and wanted to praise her, so he tugged at her sleeve, "Miss Mu, today..."

"Stop, I've said it before, from today on, please call me the Sage Monarch in Black Dress or the Flute Player from the Dragon King Cemetery." Mu Shijing said solemnly.

"..." Lin Shouxi was silent for a moment, sighed, and asked, "How old are you today?"

Mu Shijing snorted coldly, drank her saliva, and said lightly: "Forget it, let me back down a little bit. How about it, you can continue to call me sister from now on."

Lin Shouxi sneered, showing a gesture that he would rather die than obey.

The two sat together, looking at the galaxy, and got up together after adjusting their breath.

Lin Shouxi suddenly asked: "Have you ever thought about what you are?"

"No, but it's definitely not human." Mu Shijing commented on herself~IndoMTL.com~ She also guessed her real identity countless times, but couldn't get the answer.

The past seemed to her like a long corridor filled with thick fog, and she walked through it, never ending.

Lin Shouxi smiled, and the smile faded away quickly. He looked at the lake filled with dragon blood and asked, "Have you ever thought that you might be a dragon?"

"Think about it." Mu Shijing said.

"If you were a dragon, then what you killed now would not be your own kind." Lin Shouxi asked.

"No."

Mu Shijing shook his head lightly. Under the starry sky, on the clear cheeks of the girl in black skirt, the indifference and solemnity when she looked at the black-scaled dragon that day reappeared. She stared into Lin Shouxi's eyes and said every word. Suddenly said: "You are the only one of my kind."