I will Bury the Gods Chapter 343: : Ashes

An explosion occurred in the sky above Chang'an City. It was a regular explosion.

This explosion spread out in a flat ring shape, and countless golden discs were born at the edge, which looked like a sun totem drawn on the earth with absolute precision. Swallow the world.

The last eyes of the creatures were fixed on the gorgeous explosion. Everything was wiped out, and it was too late to feel the pain. The empress couldn't feel it either.

She has a long life beyond the comprehension of the world, but time flows continuously. No matter how long the years are, when looking back, they are just countless short freeze-frame moments. These moments are engraved in her pupils, forming a glass-like With just a little thought, she can see them again.

She is a life created by the original god.

The original **** is called 'Pale' by the Dragon Clan, and 'Mother Earth God' by other creatures. He is the eternal master of the world. From solitude, alone belongs to God's solitude.

The gods wanted to create a perfect life like him as a companion, but he failed.

Although the created life is superior to all living beings, it is pale and far behind.

The reason is very simple. Paleness represents the primordial, and what emerges from the primordial, no matter how perfect it is, it is impossible to express the primordial itself. Just like the wind, people can use words such as vast softbitterviolent to describe it , but no matter how exquisite the word is, it cannot express the wind itself absolutely and accurately - the symbol means distortion when it is created, and even the pale one cannot copy the exact same self.

At that time, the Lord of Black Scales had not yet been born from the poisonous spring, and the most powerful dragons under the pale were Xubai and Cangbi.

Xubai is a silver-cast white dragon. It lives in the snow and ice all year round and sleeps. When it sleeps, it looks like a rocky bridge across the snow and ice mountains. The long and slender wings can wrap the The whole mountain.

Xubai is also known as the Dragon of Dreams because of his long-term sleep. Totem.

Cangbi is much more active, it is more like a gentle elder, leading her to swim in the open world all day long, when she was a child, she sat on the back of a dragon and walked through the vast world , the treacherous ocean, the land where thousands of races migrate, the Milky Way and star sea where the peaks are accessible, the elf residence of the ancient trees in the sky...

In her eyes, the world is kind. She grew up on the back of a dragon, with beautiful deer-like horns protruding from her forehead. The girl's crystal clear body was also touched by the flowing clouds and wind day and night. As time passed, every inch of her skin grew. Out of crystal scales.

At that time, she called Pai Bai her elder sister. She had never seen her real face. In her eyes, her elder sister was the shadow of the origin of the world, extremely mysterious.

She never felt that she lacked anything. For her, being alive was just a process of feeling joy. So I can't really embrace the supreme shadow.

After many years, she still wonders what the world would be like if the origin hadn't come that day.

She will never forget the scene when the origin came.

The starry sky spreads a crack that runs through the world, black turbid liquid drips from the void on the top of the mountain, and flows into the world like a flood of extinction, countless transparent slime protrudes from the crack, trembling densely, like a snail moving forward The tentacles of time-exploring, it comes from the deep universe and occupies the highest peak in the world. It wraps its slender neck like a sea beast around the peak and takes root in the earth, and props up the gorgeous tree crown like an anemone, facing the broken starry sky alone.

It and the mountain form a tree.

She no longer wants to recall the disaster that swept across the land, she only remembers the end of the first battle of gods, the supreme sister in her heart was defeated, and was imprisoned by the origin at the bottom of the peak.

Yuan Dian and Pai Bai are both gods of the ancient gods, but Yuan Dian is not Pai Bai's opponent. The most incredible thing about this outer **** is that He can be tied to the whole world. Pai Bai cannot accept the end of the world's destruction. Pressed under the divine peak, the outflowing blood was polluted by divine turbidity and gathered into a poisonous spring.

It was the second darkest day in her life, and her world collapsed with pale defeat.

In the past, although Pai Bai had never shown her face, she was the most indestructible wall of God in Wan Ling's heart. Until the origin tore the sky and trampled the wall of God in her heart to pieces. Pale has fallen into the abyss, but the origin still stands upright Heaven and earth, the light spots on the tentacles sway with the wind.

During that dark period, which lasted for tens of thousands of years, she fell into madness countless times, and finally, after her disgust with herself reached the extreme, she accepted her dementia.

The darkest day in her life has come. The process of accepting the turbidity is extremely painful, but what is really painful is that after she merged with the turbidity, the world tree began to shake, and the dead land where the poisonous spring flowed out , the pale girl of the shapeshifting girl fluttered out from the soil layer, came to the origin again, and drew out her haughty sword blade.

——Pale finally realized the way to defeat the origin. That battle of gods ended with the withering of the origin.

Void white and pale green dance around the girl, but she can only hide in the darkest corner of the world, tightly wrapped in dark yellow robes, not daring to spy on the slightest light, she has cut her off countless times. The tentacles on the body, but they are like hair, they have a strong self-healing ability, and they will regenerate soon after being cut off.

Pale began to liquidate the whole world.

Back in the dungeon, Mu Shijing once told Xiaohe a nonsense story. The protagonists of the story were her and Lin Shouxi. At that time, she did recall a certain past event. I forgot, that's not Lin Shouxi, but this little empress.

She was chased and killed by the dragon and the evil **** together, and she led them into a melee. She passed through the origin of withering, and arrived at the boundary between the mortal world and the universe, and when she was about to pass, she looked back.

The girl in the fluttering black dress looks at her quietly.

She suddenly understood that the reason she was able to escape was the last kindness that Paleo gave her.

She flew to the universe, to the grave of dead silence and nothingness, she once thought that she would never go back again.

In Chang'an City, the Empress suddenly revealed a smile.

"Sister, no one wants you to die more than me, and no one wants you to wake up more than me..."

She stared at Lin Shouxi, staring at his death-defying eyes, her faint smile turned into a distorted scream: "Sister, please live well, after you lose the most important thing, live alone in this In the world..."

The Empress collided with Lin Shouxi. The explosion occupied all of Mu Shijing's eyes. Chang'an City instantly became an empty city.

Not to mention the fragile life of flesh and blood, even the hand of the patriarch who came through the air was cracked and cracked inch by inch, leaving only the wrist.

Lin Shouxi's body is also burning in the flames of destruction.

His body is like a broken porcelain, all internal organs have been burned out, the flames swim out of the cracks on his body from the inside out, like sharp claws, trying to tear his flesh and blood Tear it apart completely.

In his empty body, there is only one heart still beating miraculously.

Neither his innately strong physique nor the immortal Dao fruit that symbolizes the way of heaven can help him resist this level of destruction. Logically speaking, he should have been wiped out long ago. What supports him now seems to be just a touch of ancient obsession.

A strange color flashed in the empress' glazed pupils. "Are you still dying?" said the empress. Lin Shouxi couldn't hear the empress' question.

He can't even be sure whether he has died. For some time, he seems to have returned to the long past.

He has no memory of his past. His only memory is a 'hug'.

——In the dark cage of darkness, he embraced a soft and cold body. He wanted to comfort it, but he couldn't do it. He just hugged her forever and accompanied her through the darkest period The longest years.

At the end of those years, he faintly saw a ray of light, which reflected a desolate and dilapidated world.

The peak rises in front of his eyes.

He and the girl crossed the mountain like the backbone of the earth and reached the highest point in the world. The canopy like an anemone is close in front of your eyes, and the tens of billions of tentacles hang upside down with the corpses of living beings, shivering in the long wind... ...

Who am I...?

In Mu Shijing's dream, 'Miss' once said that a **** like her does not need to gain strength through tedious practice, she only needs to remember who she is.

The same is true for Lin Shouxi.

But unlike other gods, Lin Shouxi has too little memory.

When the empress crashed into the earth with the posture of living together and dying together, he knew that he had to remember who he was, only in this way could he help Mu Shijing block this blow.

But who is he?

Death is like a huge ax that opened up the world, splitting his chaotic brain. He backtracked from this moment, back to the age when the creatures first danced on the horizon, but apart from the lengthy darkness and cold embrace, he could not recall anything. anything.

As if his existence is only to embrace the girl who is deeply in darkness.

He can clearly recall her pain when she was on the verge of collapse, recall her confusion in the face of the vast darkness, recall her struggle when she kept self-harming, recall every slight emotional fluctuation in the darkness...he can recall Everything about her, but she can't remember who she is.

As if she is his everything. The fissures of the flame continue to spread on Lin Shouxi.

Even if the moment of death is stretched to infinity, the turbulence of time will always submerge the inevitable node.

Who am I? Lin Shouxi asked his own soul. At the last moment when his body was about to be torn apart.

Lin Shouxi suddenly opened his eyes, and a blazing aura burst out from his pupils.

"I am the black phoenix, the shadow of the ancient times, the paleness and the wings! After crucifying the origin on the divine peak, she allowed me to be free and cut me off with her own hands. The shadow that covers the sky!" The boy screamed loudly, as if announcing his identity to the world.

He is pale wings. In the endless dark years, he spreads from behind and wraps the girl slowly, like an embrace to her... He is the only one who hugs her, hugs her I don’t know how many thousands of years. His embrace that will never betray.

He can clearly perceive her, just as he perceives himself. He will always fight side by side with her, just like a part of her. But...

"It's a pity, you guessed wrong." The empress smiled regretfully. The young man's guess was self-consistent, but the empress denied it. Sure enough.

The constantly torn body proves his fallacy. It's like a guessing game, and the price of failure is his life.

Lin Shouxi didn't know where his guess was wrong, and he couldn't reflect on it. The vigorous explosion finally tore his stubborn heart. At the last moment before his consciousness broke, he turned his neck, looked behind him and rushed towards him. The girl who came.

He stretched out his hand to her. The flames raged.

The moment the **** touched, the flames licked Lin Shouxi away, Mu Shijing's pupils shrank a little, she opened her mouth, and an endless chill poured down her throat, making her bone-chilling.

She rushed forward, tried her best, and finally wanted to grab something. The flames dissipated completely. The pale starlight spread on her face without any hindrance.

Nothing stood in her way anymore. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the sky. "No... want to..."

The girl opened her lips like withered petals, and a dry murmur escaped from her throat. In the sky...'Lin Shouxi' fell lightly, and her bones turned into ashes.

Chang'an is in ruins.

Strange to say, the Queen's devastating explosion didn't damage any bricks or tiles here, but all the living things were wiped out.

Chang'an is empty. The whole world is empty.

Even if it was as strong as Si Muxue and Lin Qiuyi, they were all destroyed in the flames. The empress gradually dissipated. Before dissipating, she showed a satisfied smile.

Mu Shijing's divinity is about to be exhausted, Lin Shouxi is also killed, and she will continue to survive in the form of seven emotions and six desires. In a long time, she will rebuild the broken throne.

But to her surprise, she has obviously recovered the power of time and space, but this time and space has not ended.

Logically speaking, after taking back the power of time and space, both she and Mu Shijing will return to the dead city. Lin Shouxi is the person who actually came here, and if he dies here, he will die in real life , as for the others... Although they are not really included, the collision between this simulated history and the real history will have a huge impact on them.

But...

The empress realized something, and looked at the sky with her last glazed pupil. In the nothingness she couldn't see...

This time beam of light that should have withered was pulled out by another big hand as thick as the ground and held in the palm of the hand. Because of the holding of this hand, this period of history became independent for a short time and could not be brought back to reality.

Is the ancestor.

With another hand that is still intact, the patriarch forcibly maintained this period of history, retaining the possibility of the final change.

"Good method." The empress praised indifferently.

It is indeed admirable to have such an existence among the human beings she looks down upon. However, a dead person cannot be resurrected.

At this time, Mu Shijing is no longer the king who is feared by the gods. She is just a crying girl holding ashes in her hands. What changed?

The breeze blows.

Mu Shijing held the ashes firmly in his palm, fearing that he would be blown away by the wind. "Who dares you to die..." The girl burst into tears, and the empress disappeared in the wind.

She only has a touch of emotion.

This emotion is like a soul without an owner, wandering in this dead and silent history independent of the world. Only Mu Shijing is left in the whole world.

The city of Chang'an is empty, and the gorgeous thousand lights have long been extinguished. On Suzaku Long Street, a girl is sitting recliningly on the ground, and the spread skirt is the last black mandala.

Long time, long time.

The long night should have passed, but the time was frozen when the patriarch pulled history away. It was frozen forever before the sun rose.

Mu Shijing used a wooden box to put the boy's ashes into the wooden box one by one, then walked through the wide Suzaku Long Street aimlessly, and came to the outside of the city aimlessly. Red and swollen eyes full of bloodshot eyes, looking towards the east.

The fish-belly light has sprayed thinly on the horizon, and it is only a sliver to break through the whole dawn, but the sun is frozen under the mountain, frozen in the long night, and will never rise.

Mu Shijing looked at it for a long, long time.

Just like the old lady standing on the ice field, waiting for the sun to rise alone. The night is as cold as water, and the sky and the earth are vast. She is confused and doesn't know where to go.

But she still kept walking. She was holding a small wooden box and walking alone. The past flashed forward and the lights emerged.

She thought of the confrontation in front of the Guanyin Pavilion during the heavy rain in the dead city, his resolute and lonely back when they slashed at the evil **** together, the sudden encounter in the dark night in the Three Realms Village, and the battle on Baixue Ridge , I remembered the journey of ice and snow from the witch's house to the wall of the gods...

In her heart, he is an old enemy, a close friend, and a bosom friend. They are the only lonely beasts in the world who will lick each other's wounds after disasters. She has long been used to him being by her side as a matter of course, so , she never even imagined that one day he would leave.

It's like looking in the mirror and finding that there is no reflection of oneself in the mirror, only a vast void.

No one is indispensable in this world, but there are always such people, after losing, it is like losing yourself.

Mu Shijing walked the ancient road outside Chang'an. Walking in this tomb-like dead world, the wind became the only subtle flow.

It blew past her ears, shaking her hair, like a young man's whisper. She shed tears again. The leaves made a soft sound in the wind.

Gradually. The whole forest is rustling in the wind. They are also crying.

In the never bright world, the flowers and plants seem to understand the cry.