I will Bury the Gods Chapter 304: : The End of the White Clothes

The spear fell to the ground and made a huge crater, and the turbulent white air wave drove the crowd away, and the people fell thousands of feet away.

In the distance.

The towering spears are inserted obliquely, like a pillar piercing the sky and the earth.

After the chaos in the Yaosha Pagoda, this spear was transported to the Holy Land Hall. At that time, Shi Yiluo called it the peak in the palm of the gods. It exalts. Today, this divine spear was finally thrown again, piercing through the thick earth.

There is no doubt that another **** raised it.

The Canglong is entrenched on the top of the divine spear, and its figure like a world-exterminating pagoda covers the sky and the sun is still there. The black and yellow blood drips from its abdomen, solidifies on the ground, and turns into a whole piece of flaming ore.

But no one looked at the figure of the black dragon.

Everyone looked to the south in unison.

In the dark sky of the Holy Land Temple.

Two golden lines light up, one left and one right.

Like the sun arching out of the horizon at sunrise, the two golden lines also expanded rapidly, forming a long and narrow triangle suspended in the air. Only then did everyone realize that the golden light was a pair of opened eyes.

His Majesty the Emperor, who had been asleep for an unknown amount of time, finally woke up today.

What is even more shocking is that His Majesty's voice is like that of a young girl.

There are many statues related to emperors in this world, and the images of these statues are all unified - wearing ancient imperial robes, holding a staff, and covering their faces with masks.

The emperor is the supreme being of the human race. In this world, except for the head of the three mountains and the head teacher, the emperor can almost decide the life and death of anyone.

According to the records in ancient books, the emperor never opened his mouth, and the holy envoy who was always by his side was his holy mouthpiece. Tonight, His Majesty the emperor woke up, and it was the first time people heard his voice.

No words can accurately describe this sound.

After Gongyu heard it, only two words appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness - young girl.

The most original girl.

The emperor who led mankind to find the sacred mountain, built the sacred wall, repelled the **** of tides on the ice sea, and then slept in the holy soil hall for hundreds of years was actually a female emperor.

Under that solemn and ancient dress, is there actually a petite girl's body hidden...

The world cannot imagine.

Everyone was in shock, except this blue dragon.

The giant dragon floating in the air raised its head, and the golden light from the Holy Land Temple was reflected in its dark vertical pupils. The ice and snow precipitated by Xuanhan.

Gong Yu sensed hatred from such eyes, it was not the hatred of killing people and killing parents, but a fateful hatred, which was as natural as the law of the great way.

This kind of hatred can only be dispelled by absolute death.

Gong Yu didn't know what kind of past they had. It was an ancient past that had long been lost to human beings. She only knew that they had to leave.

In the sky.

The dark yellow blood on the black dragon's abdomen has long since solidified, and the terrifying scar created by the divine spear has also healed miraculously. They come as soon as they are called by the courtiers. They are elements smelted with the heaven and the earth as the furnace. They gather behind them and turn into illusory dragons that swallow the sky light. These dragon-shaped lights are dancing in the air, erected by the black dragon, The soul master who declared war on the whole world.

The sea-like black clouds gathered again, more majestic than ever before.

It was only then that people realized that the ancient blue dragon hadn't exerted its full strength.

Just now, people risked their lives to do their best, but for this ancient blue dragon, it was just a play to pass the time. Now there are so many great monks alive in the wasteland, just because this dragon is not that much to human beings. intense hate.

It is for the emperor.

Above the vast wilderness thousands of miles away, Canglong and Jintong are facing each other far away.

At the same time.

People's feet.

Countless golden threads lit up on the ground, cutting into grotesque circles, and all survivors were shrouded in this circle.

The golden light flickers and then goes out.

Everyone on the ground disappeared.

The next moment.

Outside the mountain guard, the figures of these great monks reappeared.

It was the battlefield of the gods, and even the top human masters could not be in it. Therefore, before the real battle of the gods began, His Majesty the Emperor activated the grand formation and sent everyone away from the realm of life and death of the gods.

Gong Yu looked up.

All the clouds and fog gathered towards the battlefield, the rain on Mount Shenshou had stopped, the sky was cloudless, and the sky was as clear as a dream.

The rest of the goddesses are not far from her.

Gong Yu looked back.

The goddesses were either kneeling or sitting, with their heads lowered, showing a slightly painful expression, Shi Yirao also half-kneeled on the ground, pointing at the center of their brows, their red lips trembling.

"Are you okay?" Gong Yu leaned down and held out her hand to Shi Yirao.

Shi Yirao opened her eyes and looked at Gong Yu. A dim light flashed in her usually indifferent pupils. After hesitating, she took the hand that Gong Yu offered her, and she pulled herself up.

"Nothing."

Shi Yirao thought for a while, and said, "Perhaps this teleportation formation is too bumpy, which disturbed my mind."

"The Goddess Shi is already so delicate and frail?" Gong Yu said lightly.

Shi Yirao was wearing a snow-white lotus robe and bowed her head in silence.

The rest of the goddesses got up one after another, and they were also silent. They all looked towards the south, and what Shenzhan presented to them was only the light of a mirage in the sky.

Without the slightest joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe, Shenshou Mountain is even more depressing.

Gong Yu didn't notice any difference, it was just that they cared about the emperor's safety.

…

Chang'an City.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing showed their silver Daoist disciple cards and arrived in the city unimpeded. A wide and straight long street appeared in front of them.

In nineteen years, this is the first time Lin Shouxi has come to this bustling capital city.

He has seen majestic and majestic buildings that are taller than the sky in Shenshan, and he has also seen countless long streets that are never lit at night, but when he came to Chang'an City, he was still shocked by the beauty and power of this ancient city After more than 60 years of recovery, the city has been repaired repeatedly. Although it is not comparable to the fairy mansions and pavilions rising from the cliffs of the sacred mountain, it is still very magnificent.

"The peasants have finally entered the city? Chang'an is a maze of twists and turns, do you know the way?" Mu Shijing raised some snow-white fences and glanced at Lin Shouxi. Her teasing of Lin Shouxi was almost instinctive.

Mu Shijing has been to Chang'an since he was very young.

She is the little saint of Taoism, and she has attended various ceremonies. She still remembers that when she was seven years old, when she walked along this long street, there were people standing on both sides of the road, with tall heads wrapped in red silk. The steed was walking in front, and the pink petals fluttered endlessly like heavy snow. At that time, she was the proud daughter of heaven, the only one who attracted the attention of the world.

"Isn't Miss Mu leading the way?" Lin Shouxi said.

"The one who leads the way needs to collect money." Mu Shijing spread his hands.

"On credit first." Lin Shouxi said.

"Hmph, be careful I'll take you to the black street and sell you." Mu Shijing put his arms around his chest and said leisurely: "After I sell you, I can take Xiaohe as my own." Already."

When Lin Shouxi heard this, he couldn't help laughing again.

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Shijing frowned.

"I admire Miss Xiaohe so much, but I have to watch her sleep with someone you hate every day." Lin Shouxi said.

"You..."

Mu Shijing's proactive provocation was choked back by his words. The most annoying thing is that what Lin Shouxi said was quite reasonable. When she first met Xiaohe in Yaosha Pagoda, she felt that Xiaohe was good everywhere. , but with poor eyesight, he fell in love with this bastard.

The snow in Chang'an City has not yet melted, and the road is white with black eaves, just like a picture scroll of ink and white rice paper, and the snow on the tiles is as white as a girl's skirt.

After being silent for a while, Mu Shijing stopped, put it close to Lin Shouxi's ear, and asked something.

Lin Shouxi thought for a while and replied: "All the ways you can think of."

Mu Shijing's face became even more gloomy, and he stopped talking to him after cursing 'bastard'.

They walked straight through Suzaku Long Street and walked towards the Suzaku Gate of the Imperial City, where Miyagi is hidden behind the Imperial City.

When approaching the Suzaku Gate, a high-pitched and bright music sounded suddenly, the sound was like cracking silk.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing stopped at the same time.

The crowd in front of Suzaku Gate seemed to have been dispersed in advance, and it was frighteningly cold. In front of the gate, only a young man in bright yellow clothes was sitting on the ground, holding a Guqin under his hand. A lifelike dragon is carved on the head of the piano.

A pair of backward horns grew out of the long black hair of the young man in yellow.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing looked at each other, held hands, and walked into the endless sound of the piano. Returned to the original place.

"Prisoner cow?" Lin Shouxi frowned.

The son of the dragon caused chaos in the world, but he did not see the figure of the eldest son of the scale insect, Prison Niu. According to legend, Prison Niu is not bloodthirsty or aggressive, and specializes in rhythm, and its rhythm is its way.

But today, the prisoner cow's music is not pleasant, on the contrary, it is noisy and full of murderous intent.

In front of Suzaku's gate, a prisoner cow plays the piano to block the way.

Mu Shijing has a natural restraint on dragons, but she and the prisoner cattle are separated by hundreds of meters, and they are blocked by the music like a sea tide. If they can't fight close to each other, her and Lin Shouxi's restraint on dragons will be useless.

"Is there a way?" Mu Shijing looked at Lin Shouxi.

Lin Shouxi was also troubled by the misty mountain and sea music, he thought for a while, and said helplessly: "It would be great if it was Xiaohe who came with me."

Under Xiaohe's spiritual root of sound, this grand formation of rhythm is nothing but a mirage.

Mu Shijing snorted coldly and repeated his words.

Although the two dislike each other, they always think of a way.

They wanted to make a detour, but as soon as they moved, the prisoner ox moved. Prisoner Niu is worthy of being the eldest son of the dragon, and his agility is not inferior to them at all. They can act separately, but there is danger hidden in the palace, and the two don't want to lose their support.

"Forget it, let me try it." Mu Shijing suddenly said in a masterful manner.

"What?" Lin Shouxi was taken aback.

"Do you know why I'm still in the Hunjin Realm?" Mu Shijing asked.

"Love to be lazy and not enterprising?"

"No!" Mu Shijing said, "Because this girl foresaw today a year ago, so she has been making preparations."

"Are you crazy?" Lin Shouxi didn't know what she was talking about.

"You wait for me here." Mu Shijing said.

"OK..."

Lin Shouxi watched her go away, but within a few steps, Mu Shijing went back again, the girl spread her hands, and said angrily: "Money."

When Mu Shijing came back again, he was holding a guqin in his arms.

The cloth bag wrapping the guqin is taken away, the silver strings are straight, and the wood grain on the surface of the qin is like the surface of a raccoon, which is handsome and beautiful.

Mu Shijing also sat on the ground, laying the qin across his knees, plucking the strings with his slender fingers.

The sound of the piano is far away, and it enters the country in an instant.

For a while, Lin Shouxi seemed to be sitting on a cloud cliff, listening to the sound of apes, the waterfalls flying, looking at the majesty of the sky, lamenting the folds of the earth, or sitting alone among the bamboos, listening to the low wind and seeing the bright moon. , Infatuated like drunk, far-sighted.

The girl no longer had the arrogant look she had when she was arguing with Lin Shouxi. At this moment, her white dress was like snow, and she was a real fairy.

In front of Suzaku's gate, the sound of two rounds of pianos confronted each other, evenly matched.

In the intense sound of the piano, Lin Shouxi untied the flute from Mu Shijing's waist, put it to his lips, and began to play.

The sound of the hole flute is like the icy spring pouring out from the cliff.

Qin Xiao and Ming.

Zheng——

The sound of strings breaking was heard.

The prisoner cow lowered his head, picked up the broken silver thread, raised his head, looked at the young girl in front of him, and couldn't help feeling: "Qin and Jin are really good, a match made in heaven."

"A match made in heaven?" Mu Shijing held down the strings and said with a sneer, "So he is a blind luthier."

The prison cow sighed, and said: "I heard that in the music of Miss Mu, there is a sense of mourning for a long time away. It must be done in the hope of her return after parting with someone. The sincerity and every detail are so touching. It is a pity. Nianhunquan listened to my music and said that my **** skills are superb, but I am from a high place, so I don't know the truth, and today I finally understand."

Lin Shouxi glanced at Mu Shijing with a complicated expression.

Mu Shijing stared coldly at the prisoner cow, and said: "Are you blind too? This is clearly the music of mountains and rivers, the joy of heaven and earth!"

"The girl wrote this song with a lot of images, such as famous mountains and rivers, snowy seas and star rivers, a sunset in Mobei, and a bright moon at the end of the world, but I can hear it below. , parting, emotional pain, high mountains and long rivers, longing for each other, there is nothing more than this." Prisoner Niu was intoxicated by it, and he was willing to bow down.

"Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense!"

Mu Shijing was furious, she put Qin aside, pulled out the death certificate, and said coldly: "It seems that you are looking for death?"

Yuan Niu held the remnant piano and walked away from the Suzaku gate, saying: "I have done my duty, you two just go forward, Master Guoshi is waiting for you."

"National teacher?" Lin Shouxi was startled.

On the night of the rainstorm in the ruined temple, he heard the Taoist couple mention the national teacher. After that, he heard the name of the national teacher in many places. It can be seen that people are very interested in this newly appointed national teacher. The teacher is very respectful.

Lin Shouxi is convinced that the person who can invite the eldest son of the moving scale dragon as the gatekeeper is not just a national teacher, he must have other identities.

Mu Shijing ignored this sentence, she was still immersed in the shame and indignation when she was exposed by the prison cow, and she drew out her sword to teach it a lesson.

Lin Shouxi wanted to persuade, but was pushed away by Mu Shijing.

"Why are you so angry?" Lin Shouxi wondered.

"This dragon is full of absurd words and deliberately angered me. I'm not a living Bodhisattva, why can't I get angry?" Mu Shijing gritted his teeth.

Lin Shouxi tried a few words of persuasion, but he couldn't persuade him.

Finally, Lin Shouxi said softly: "I don't think there is anything wrong with this sad parting song."

"What do you mean?" Mu Shijing was alert.

"Don't Miss Mu miss Xiaohe?" Lin Shouxi asked.

Mu Shijing was taken aback for a moment, and then became even more annoyed: "What do you mean? Of course I made this song because I miss Xiaohe, otherwise what else could it be for?"

"Then why are you so angry?" Lin Shouxi asked again.

Mu Shijing was at a loss for words for a while, and finally put the sword back into its sheath, and walked straight into the city gate.

"Short-sighted, I'm too lazy to have the same knowledge as you." Before Mu Shijing entered the door, he didn't forget to say something to Lin Shouxi.

The palace was quiet.

As if they knew they were coming, the maids and guards disappeared, and it seemed that there were only the two of them in the huge palace.

Not only that, the doors leading to the deep part of the palace were not locked either, they were opened one after another, as if to welcome their arrival.

Go all the way to the bottom.

It is not a palace, but a deep courtyard.

The courtyard is symmetrical and solemn, and the long corridor separates the courtyard from the houses behind.

There is no one in the corridor, only an old chessboard, the black and white pieces on the chessboard are intricate, almost filling the entire chessboard. Lin Shouxi looked down at the chessboard and fell into doubt. He found that although the chess was shaped like Go, the chess pieces that had been besieged were not removed, and they were still firmly rooted on the chessboard, full of vitality.

Lin Shouxi was thinking about this chess game, but Mu Shijing looked to the other side and said, "What is that?"

Lin Shouxi followed the prestige.

Mu Shijing walked to the end of the corridor and picked up the jade seal pressed on the ancient wooden platform.

The top and bottom of the jade seal are carved with countless steep rocks and towers with exquisite techniques, and there are clouds and mist around them, just like a jade carving of a mountain. Mu Shijing looked at the jade seal, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that the mountain looked familiar. When she turned out the bottom and saw the word "God" and "Shou" engraved on the bottom, her mouth was half open, she was speechless in shock.

"This, this is..."

Mu Shijing immediately remembered what Huang Su had told her.

The reason why the head teacher of Shenshou Mountain is called Dai Zhangjiao is because the real jade seal of the head teacher was lost when the mountain lord died three hundred years ago~IndoMTL.com~I can’t find it even after searching all over the world, the head teacher lost the seal , the name does not go well, so it is called Daizhangjiao.

Could it be that this jade seal is the Shenshou Mountain's Shenshou Seal that has been lost for more than 300 years?

Why is it here? Who is this national teacher?

Countless thoughts flooded into Mu Shijing's mind.

Just when she couldn't figure it out, Lin Shouxi suddenly grabbed her wrist and shouted, "Look outside!"

Mu Shijing looked towards the courtyard.

In the courtyard, I don't know when it started to fog.

Dense fog.

Pavilions, towers, pavilions, flowers, plants and trees are all submerged in fog, and nothing can be seen clearly.

The fog filled the air.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing were afraid that the fog would be different, so they immediately held their breath and concentrated their attention, and set off to evacuate, but as soon as they stepped out of the corridor, the scene in front of them suddenly changed.

Everything in the imperial palace disappeared, and the young girl found herself on the top of a steep peak. The dark curtain enveloped the sky, and the endless wind blew from the south, turning into black birds and singing around the mountain.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, there is a vast sea of ​​clouds below, and nothing can be seen.

"W-Where is this place?" Mu Shijing asked.

Mu Shijing didn't get an answer.

She frowned and looked at Lin Shouxi, but she saw Lin Shouxi staring straight up, anger and fear spreading wildly on his delicate cheeks.

Mu Shijing also looked up.

Pupillary constriction.

——On the top of the mountain, under the dark moon, the master stood with a sword in his hand, with her long hair flying, she was still wearing the proud white robe, but at this moment, the white robe was bright red, and she was never seen again. With a little snow color, the master raised his head slightly, Qiu Shui's long eyes were cold and cold, and he already regarded death as home.

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