I will Bury the Gods Chapter 402: : I am like a disaster falling on the world

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No one knows about Xian Yao's past.

She outlived everyone present.

In the hundreds of years before today, Xian Yao has never doubted her past. She is a natural ascetic, just like an ice lotus out of the mud, but different from a fairy like Lu Shu. Born with blood that cannot be wiped off, it was her killing intent brought out from hell.

Her life is perfect, gathering Qi, congealing pills, breaking through realms, and becoming a fairy all in one go.

As early as more than three hundred years ago, she reached the top of the monks in the real country. If she wants to go further, she must break through the limits of human beings and climb the spiral ladder of life evolution to become king.

This is the road to becoming a god, and Xianyuan wrote it into his destiny.

But...

"You're crazy." Xian Yao repeated.

Chu Lu didn't argue anymore, she raised her pierced right hand, stretched it out in front of Xian Yao, and said coldly, "Hold my hand, I'll show you your past, you... dare?"

Xianyuan looked at the **** hand.

Everyone looked at the **** hand.

The development of the matter has already deviated from everyone's expectations.

People are very keen to discuss those mysterious big figures, and Xianyuan is the most dazzling one among them. There are countless rumors about her, and no one has really discussed the authenticity of the rumors. But at this moment, this ignorant person The girl, however, stretched out her hand aggressively, as if she wanted to settle everything.

Xianyuan was silent.

"You will definitely hold my hand." Chulu said to her.

"Why?" Xian invited asked.

"Sister, although you look like an otherworldly immortal, you rebelled against your family, your bloodline, and disdained all battles between mortal spirits, but you still hope that you are perfect in the eyes of the world, so you deliberately modify it. My past and present, so many people are watching you, no matter it is true or not, you must hold my hand."

Chu Lu's voice was very weak, every time she said a word, she had to pant for a long time, as if she was about to faint at any moment, the fingers she held out were trembling, "Grab my hand, grab it, I will give you back the real you..."

Xian Yao looked at the ring-shaped giant building full of seats.

She is a fairy, but the eyes of all people are drawn back to the world. Of course, she can refute Chu Lu, saying that she has never been troubled by false fame, but...

She found that she couldn't just walk away, and she hated such hesitation.

"Back then, I shouldn't have let that old woman give birth to you. At that time, an old fortune teller advised me that you were my destiny, but I didn't believe it."

Xian Yao said so, but raised his sleeves, slowly grabbed Chu Lu's hand, and held it.

No one knows what Xian Yao saw.

All people can see is the picture of this pair of sisters who are very different in age, holding hands in a pool of blood. Many years later, people may still give this scene the name of "warmth".

But now, there is only coldness on Xianyuan's cheek.

The Spiritual Root of Memories is like a breeze, blowing away the dust covering the memories, revealing its clear original appearance, Xianyou stared at it, as if staring at another person's past, until 'that person' When she was doing her makeup in the mirror, she suddenly realized through the second-order virtual image in the mirror that this was herself.

She was born in a big family, and she was taught many things when she was a child, including knowledge and etiquette, but she didn't have practice, which seemed taboo to her.

The reason why she was not allowed to practice is very simple. At that time, the resources for cultivating Taoism were extremely scarce, and the whole family could only cultivate two or three top monks. H.

On the contrary, she is a resource. She knew when she was very young that she would be sent to Snow Realm City after she was sixteen years old to be a concubine for that lustful city lord in exchange for a lot of family benefits for others to practice. .

She doesn't want to live like this.

All of this is full of a sense of familiarity that makes people laugh. This kind of familiarity is not because she recalls the past, but because she has seen this kind of life not long ago - she has seen it in Chulu.

Different from her, she made a decision on her sixteenth birthday, while Chulu was three years earlier than her.

The birthday party is brightly lit.

Kneeling behind that respected old fairy teacher, she knelt until her head was bleeding.

"You have dual spiritual roots, and you can live until now only because you have not practiced Taoism. Once you embark on the path of Taoism, you will go crazy sooner or later." The old fairy teacher said.

"If I'm not crazy, can I walk out of a different path from others?" Xian Yao asked.

"Throughout the ages, no one has been able to withstand the twin spirit roots." The old immortal master said.

"I'll be the first."

Xianyou raised her face, blood dripped from her forehead, staining the corners of her lips red.

The old immortal master did not express his position.

The family members chased them out from inside, and the unfaithful and unfilial curses were harsh. She followed behind the old fairy teacher without looking back. They all crouched at her feet.

So, when do memories start to change?

"It's a dual spiritual root."

Chu Lu seemed to have heard her heart, and spoke slowly.

A picture of memory emerges.

Xian Yao remembered.

The reason why people cannot control the dual spiritual roots is because the spiritual roots can only parasitize on one consciousness, and the dual spiritual roots will **** the control of the consciousness and eventually tear the spirit apart.

In order to fight against Shuanglinggen, Xianyou used her powerful spiritual power to imagine another life and simulated it as a false self.

The spiritual root of the flower is parasitic in this false self, and it has not seen through the tricks of the invitation.

Therefore, in Xianyuan's memory, there are two completely different lives.

This process sounds simple, but it took Xianyou nearly a hundred years, and the pain and struggles involved are unspeakable. She was once on the verge of losing control and was in danger.

As time goes by, she herself can't tell which paragraph is true and which paragraph is false.

She chose to remember one of them.

Today, Chulu told her that you remembered wrongly.

"I forgot myself, why do you still remember?"

The thirteen-year-old Xian Yao has not yet started to practice. She is just a girl who has lived in the boudoir for a long time. Occasionally, she takes out the chivalrous storybook hidden under the pillow, and imagines in her dream that she is riding a white lion and killing the snow disaster beast. She like that cannot be Chu Lu's opponent.

Xian Yao raised his head.

Clouds that were bluer than the sky slid past her eyes, and the color of the sun became more and more red, igniting the entire twilight.

It stands to reason that the Thirteen Spiritual Sect Trial Meeting is about to come to an end.

It ended with her failure.

"You won." Xian invited said.

There was silence.

No one dared to cheer for Goddess' failure.

No matter what kind of past she has, she will not shake her current status.

Chu Lu wanted to smile, but she couldn't move her expression. She didn't think about what to ask her sister. The joy that the miraculous victory brought her was enough to satisfy her.

At this time.

The brass-colored bird flew over her again.

Xian Yao's confused eyes suddenly showed a hint of coldness.

"Prisoner King?"

Immortal invites to recognize that he is just a servant of the Prisoner King. In the past, the Lingzong Huidao, the lustful Prisoner King would always come to the venue, and then he would write a list to rank the appearance of this year's newcomers. .

Strangely, he didn't come this time.

Xian Yao doesn't care whether he comes or not, but today, she was in a low mood, so this yellow eagle that flew over the sky repeatedly provoked her unreasonable anger.

She stretched out her left hand and pointed to the sky, trying to kill the yellow eagle.

"Goddess, please forgive me, Goddess, please let me go!" Huang Ying yelled in fright.

A flower blooms in front of it, wrapping it.

When the yellow eagle fell out of the flowers, its body was covered with cuts and bruises, and it only flapped its wings and fled in a panic.

Xian Yao frowned slightly.

Others lamented the kindness of Lord Xianyao not to kill, but only Xianyao himself realized the problem - logically speaking, this yellow eagle should be wiped out, how could it be possible to survive?

"Sister?"

Chu Lu also realized that something was wrong, and showed a questioning look.

"You broke my other consciousness."

Xian Yao slowly came back to her senses, with mist in her eyes, she said: "The spiritual root of the flower has nowhere to go, it wants to break free from me."

…

The yellow eagle flew back to its nest.

The Prisoner King didn't care about its life or death. He stared into its eyes and saw what happened in the dojo. I am very busy, although I don't know how much Xianyuan's realm has dropped~IndoMTL.com~ But she is by no means my opponent now."

"Are you going to reap the benefits?" Huang Ying asked.

The Prisoner King smiled so fatly that his flesh trembled wildly.

He has been preparing for a long time.

"Half a year ago, I had a dream. In the dream, I got a revelation from the gods, and the gods told me that as long as I offered him the designated sacrifice on time, he would give me supreme power and choose me For His only and most supreme believer in the world. I did it."

The Prisoner King said what he had been holding back for a long time. He suppressed a smile and said, "In the past six months, I have responded to all the requests of the gods, even the request of cutting off my own flesh as a sacrifice." , I have given satisfaction... Now, it is time to repay."

He lifted his robe, revealing the prominent scar beneath it.

In the past six months, he, who was notorious, was particularly quiet. He even suppressed his desires and did not do those bullying things... What suppressed him was a greater desire.

He wants to guide that **** to descend, he wants to become the master of the real country, and let that proud fairy prostrate at his feet.

For this purpose, all restraint seems so worthwhile.

Huang Ying could see the excitement of the master.

But it still feels that the owner has been deceived.

The drama on the stage is still going on.

Not to mention, the little boy looked scrawny, but after wearing the leather puppet clothes of the calamity demon, he danced so vividly that he couldn't help but evoke the long-lasting memories of the Prisoner King. When the performance was over, he decided to reward the actor with a sum of money and a woman.

The prisoner king looked at the stage but was already absent-minded.

He couldn't wait any longer.

While waiting anxiously, a majestic voice sounded in the prison king's heart: "It's time to start."

The prisoner king's eyes brightened up.

"Here we come—"