I will Bury the Gods Chapter 432: : Goddess

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Lin Shouxi looked northeast.

In the direction of the Holy Soil Hall, the sky seems to have been polished, shining white, like a sea of ​​white light, one can vaguely see a pillar-shaped black light rising into the sky.

Although they are far away, Lin Shouxi can still feel the evil spirit permeating from the black light. It seems that something is about to be born in the holy soil temple.

Lin Shouxi didn't have time to identify it carefully, and the dark clouds like a tide rolled over. The rain was heavier.

During the torrential rain, the thunderbolt repeatedly swept through the dense clouds. In the interlacing of light and darkness, the towns under the Patriarch Mountain were like dark ghosts.

Lin Shouxi and Bai Zhu stood under the porch, and the heavy rain hung a waterfall along the roof tiles outside the porch. "What's the matter? Is there another catastrophe?"

Although Bai Zhu was not as clear as Lin Shouxi, she also noticed the vision over the Holy Land Hall.

Speaking of which, Bai Zhu has not seen such a vision of a catastrophe approaching for a hundred years. I still remember the last time we met, or... Wait, why did something happen to the sacred mountain when the master came?

"When did it start to rain?" Lin Shouxi's question interrupted Bai Zhu's thinking.

"Just now, it came down suddenly, without any sign at all. I heard people on the road say that the black dragon came back to take revenge and was going to destroy the Holy Soil Hall and flood the Patriarch Mountain with water." Bai Zhu replied .

"Black Dragon."

Lin Shouxi recalled the scene he had seen on Patriarch Mountain before, and immediately put on a painted mask painted with mahogany, wrapped it in a black robe and broke through the rain. He opened his golden pupils and looked at the sky above Patriarch Mountain.

The golden pupil is like an arrow piercing the clouds, piercing through the barrier of the storm, piercing into the thick and rolling dark clouds. There is nothing above the clouds.

The shadow of the evil **** I saw just now seems to be just an illusion caused by dark clouds. "Which fairy are you peeking at taking a bath?" Mu Shijing's voice sounded from behind.

Mu Shijing held an umbrella, ate ice powder in small spoons in the rain, and complained: "It's really raining, I finally went shopping with Bai Zhu, just like this, I lost my interest, hey, you Are you listening to me, why are you in a daze?"

Lin Shouxi directly told Mu Shijing what he saw and heard.

"Patriarch Mountain is a sacred place for cultivating Taoism the year before last, how could it be parasitized by evil spirits?" Mu Shijing was also shocked, and his tone softened after being shocked: "Although teaching Bai Zhu is very important, you also have to take care of it. Take care of your body and don't get tired."

"Do you also think I'm wrong?" Lin Shouxi sighed. Mu Shijing did not dare to jump to conclusions.

On the pale tomb there is still the king of the gray tomb. Who dares to say that there will be no evil things watching on the Patriarch Mountain?

But if what Lin Shouxi said was true, wouldn't the entire sacred mountain become a nest of evil gods, and where would there be a place to live?

"If you're not mistaken, what should we do? Are you going to go all the way to Patriarch Mountain and find out the truth?" Mu Shijing asked.

Such an approach is obviously unwise, even if Lin Shouxi has reached the level of a god, how can he fight against an entire mountain of gods?

What's more, the bigger problem now is obviously the Holy Land Hall. "Continue alchemy."

Lin Shouxi shook his head and said, "Only by making the magic pill perfect, can we live in peace and save more people. Before, I never understood why the appointment between Tong Luan and Bai Zhu was scheduled for three months later , Now that I think about it, it may be related to this... The time left for us may be less than three months."

Mu Shijing was about to nod. Sudden.

The roof tiles shook violently under their feet.

Another round of earthquakes interrupted their conversation.

Both of them looked towards the northeast direction together, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness. The earthquake is still going on.

Some houses with simple structures have begun to collapse in the heavy rain. In the large-scale collapse, the crowd scattered and fled in all directions, and the screams rose and fell endlessly amidst the thunder and lightning.

These dark clouds come from the direction of the Holy Soil Hall, and they are also polluted, and the rain that falls from them has evil spirits. If they are immersed in such rain for a long time, even if they are not crushed to death by the houses, they will go crazy directly.

In the original plan, Lin Shouxi was going to Sanshan after visiting the three mountains

The soil hall. Now, plans have to be advanced.

Heavy rain.

An hour later, Lin Shouxi left the territory of Patriarch Mountain and arrived at the wasteland where the Holy Soil Hall was located. The wilderness is flat, lingering with dead weeds, and white mist as vast as the sea floats on the weeds.

Because Yunluo absorbed a large number of rain clouds over the town, it finally couldn't hold on when it reached the wasteland, and fell to the ground, spit a lot of cloud foam, and twitched endlessly.

Qilin pushes the snail with its small paws, worried about its safety. The wind was strong and the rain was pouring.

Bai Zhu felt more and more uncomfortable—she is the incarnation of Xianluo, and she is particularly sensitive to bad water and soil.

"It's so strong." Mu Shijing also said. Lin Shouxi looked even more serious.

Not only did he feel the evil spirit, but he also heard the hissing of ghosts coming from the strong wind.

The sharp voice hides a thick hatred, like the stench from the zombies that have been pressed down for thousands of years under the coffin board. "Something has escaped." Lin Shouxi said firmly, "Something has escaped from the Holy Land Hall!" Soon, his words were fulfilled.

In the white mist, they were attacked.

The initiator of the attack was a gray pentagram with protruding frog eyes and a body covered with iron chains covered with dense mushrooms. Tongue, it burst out of the white mist, overlooking them condescendingly, singing with wriggling tongue.

The moment they looked at each other, Mu Shijing only felt that his head had been hit by a hammer, and he felt like his soul was out of the sheath. "It's you?" Lin Shouxi was taken aback.

"You even know evil gods?" Bai Zhu was also surprised: "Master really has a lot of good karma." "I have seen it, in the evil spring prison."

Among the monsters in the Badspring Dungeon, this pentagram is quite handsome, so Lin Shouxi was deeply impressed by it.

It seems that the evil spring has been destroyed, and the evil spirits inside have come out, escaping in this wilderness of Mapingchuan, rushing to the residence of all living beings.

If the Evil Spring Prison is destroyed, wouldn't the current Holy Land Palace be overwhelmed by evil spirits? What happened to the goddess who was left behind by the emperor? Are they still alive, or have they been reduced to the food of evil gods?

Lin Shouxi didn't know the situation of the Holy Land Hall, but he knew that once these monsters were allowed to escape to the holy mountain, the consequences would be disastrous.

The holy soil hall has been silent for a hundred years without incident, why today... Could it be related to the evil eye of Patriarch Mountain?

Lin Shouxi directly sacrificed Jin Yan, the Holy King of Nine Mings, and the golden flame formed a whirlpool in his palm, which was shot out by him like thunder in his palm, instantly covering the body of the evil god, and amidst the sound of crackling explosions, the evil **** staggered He fell out of the ground, already covered in charcoal, was cut in half by Lin Shouxi's sword, and fell to the ground unable to move.

This is just the beginning, the fog is thick, and the screams of the evil gods are getting more and more dense. These grotesque and distorted lives are running around in the thick fog. , Now, they can finally vent their hatred and revenge wantonly.

Same.

There are more and more cultivators who have noticed something strange and rushed here.

They may come from the three major sacred mountains, or from folk sects, or from the royal family. They just traveled in a hurry. Before they arrived in the wasteland, many young monks did not know what they were going to face. Rolled up and torn to shreds.

On the way to the Holy Land Hall, Lin Shouxi and Bai Zhu saved many practitioners.

All cultivators admired Bai Zhu and recognized this peerless fairy at a glance. Apart from being grateful, they did not forget to remind her to beware of the demon she subdued.

Bai Zhu agreed, but felt very at ease in her heart, thinking that Lin Shouxi would definitely not have any plans for her.

"It's too dangerous here, and if you go deeper, you will lose your life. You go back quickly, report the situation to the teacher, and let them send magicians to form a guard at the edge of the wasteland. The rest are standing by with swords. Don't be rash. Act." Bai Zhu rescued another pair of young disciples under the belly of a three-legged tripod demon.

The disciples couldn't say anything frightened, they just nodded blindly.

"Why don't you leave? You are so scared that you can't walk anymore?" Bai Zhuqing asked coldly. "Didn't we tell the teacher..."

The rescued disciples knelt down one after another, saying incoherently: "Disciples pay homage to Master."

Bai Zhu froze on the spot, thinking that they were polluted by evil gods, and their brains were ruined. After a while, he remembered something, and asked in surprise, "Are you the disciples of the Truman?"

The disciples took out Truman's disciple card and presented it to Bai Zhu.

Bai Zhu took it over, put it in his palm and looked at it, only to realize that he hadn't returned to Truman seriously for a long time, and these generations of newly recruited disciples had never seen each other before, so it was very unfamiliar .

These disciples came to Shenshou Mountain for a study tour, which is very close to the wasteland, so they came even faster than Yunluo.

Bai Zhu's heart softened, and he said softly: "Okay, when the matter here is over, I will return to the sect to take charge of the overall situation." The disciples were very moved.

"We do have something to tell Master." "What?"

"When we came here earlier, we met other ascetics, including a fairy in white clothes. We almost thought it was the master, but now she has gone deeper into the fog, and her life and death are uncertain... ..."

"Okay, Master, I understand. This trip to the Holy Soil Hall, Master will try our best to save all the people who can be saved."

After they retreated, Mu Shijing said: "I don't even recognize my own disciples, Fairy Bai Zhu is so sloppy."

"It's not my fault."

Bai Zhu quibbled: "It's because their swordsmanship is so bad that Bai Zhu didn't recognize it. It must be the substitute teacher's problem."

"Who is substituting?" "Shuangsisi."

Lin Shouxi thought the name sounded familiar.

Without thinking about it, the dense fog in front of him began to surge, making a sound like a flock of birds flapping their wings. Black tentacles mixed with mucus shot out of the dense fog, piercing towards Lin Shouxi and the others.

The fight started again.

Among the golden flames, although countless evil gods died tragically under the light, the monsters were scattered in the vast wilderness, and they could not be killed completely.

The severed limbs are wriggling in the soil, countless eyeballs are converging in the gully to form a torrent, and in the rainstorm, one after another, the strange dances have begun, and the bloated Buddhas are dragging the broken iron chains Slowly wriggling, reciting obscure Buddhist scriptures, human clothes and stumps are still hanging on their fat bodies.

Compared to this, Lin Shouxi wearing a painted mask is more like a real monster. Wherever he passes, howls are everywhere, and the evil gods either avoid him, or show their magical powers to fight against him.

Among the blood and slaughter, Lin Shouxi froze suddenly.

Among the churning thick fog, a beautiful snow-white shadow pierced into his pupils like lightning. far away.

A fairy in a snow skirt is being besieged by evil gods. She is besieged by a group of pink meat Buddhas.

Bai Zhu also noticed there.

"Little sister?!" Bai Zhu was shocked.

That beautiful back view, cool demeanor, and curling skirt, who is it if it's not her little senior sister, Chu Yingchan? But, didn't the senior sister go to the real country? When did you come back?

When all kinds of thoughts rushed past, beside Bai Zhu, Lin Shouxi had already rushed forward.

Although he has stepped into the Human God Realm, he is still not an ordinary Human God Realm, but facing this amount of evil spirits, it is still not easy, but he has no fear at all. The great Buddhas singing dignifiedly are riddled with holes, and their wailings shook the sky.

Fairy Xuequn didn't understand what happened, she only saw golden flames over her head, and then, the pink flesh Buddhas surrounding her exploded one after another.

In a moment.

Lin Shouxi has come to her side, leading her into the air, avoiding the furious counterattack of the flesh Buddhas, and coming to a safe place.

"Little Sister!" "Chu Chu?"

Bai Zhu and Mu Shijing spoke at the same time, facing the back of Pingting in the snow skirt.

Lin Shouxi took off his painted peach wood mask, pinned it on his waist, and bowed respectfully to the fairy: "My son-in-law has met my mother-in-law."

"Miss Chu Miao? Why are you... aren't you in seclusion? When did you leave the seclusion?"

Mu Shijing was surprised to see that it was Chu Miao, she

I haven't seen this empress for a hundred years, and I feel very cordial to meet you now.

Chu Miao is still a beautiful fairy, her appearance has not changed, but in those clear pupils, there is a sense of bewilderment and melancholy that never existed in the past, and it is far from the chicness of Yujian Yunkongshan Xingshi in the past.

Bai Zhu tugged at Mu Shijing's sleeve.

It was only then that Mu Shijing noticed that today, Chu Miao was not only wearing a pure white dress, but also had a white cloth belt tied on her forehead. Feeling lonely, there is even a small light yellow flower pinned to the arm skirt that looks like a cloud of snow.

The little flower was destroyed by the wind and rain, and it was already fragmented, leaving only a few strands of pale yellow petals stuck to the tiny stem. This is mourning.

Obviously, if it wasn't for the sudden catastrophe in the Holy Land Hall, the Empress Chu would still attend the funeral as an official. As for whose funeral it is, one can get a glimpse of it from Fairy Chu Miao's melancholy eyes. "Mother-in-law, my condolences." Lin Shouxi sighed.

In the Wu family, Xiaohe's father was killed by her aunt. In the Immortal Kingdom, Xiaoyu's father died after teaching Taoism. Now, the last father-in-law also died before Weimou.

"When he was young, he was injured at the root and fell into an incurable disease. It is a blessing to be alive today, so there is no need to be sad."

Chu Miao pursed her lips, and after seeing them, a gleam of light finally reappeared in her empty eyes.

Lin Shouxi succinctly explained what happened in Zhenguo, Chu Miaoyu nodded lightly, breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly:

"Before I heard that there was a demon rising near Patriarch Mountain, and Bai Zhu subdued it. I was curious for a while, but I didn't expect it to be you...you are fine. I have been worried about you all these years. Thinking of going to Zhenguo after breaking into the realm of human gods, and waiting with Yingchan, who knows..."

Chu Miao shook her head lightly, Ru Yandai's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, she smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued: "Human talent has a limit after all, I was considered a genius in the circle of companions when I was young, but with Compared with the real top geniuses, they are too inferior. In the past hundred years, I tried to hit the road again, but it was a waste of time. It is not as good as...

It's better to spend more time with your best friends and family.

Chu Miao looked at the broken petals on the skirt and smiled sadly. "It's okay, Bai Zhu didn't break through." Bai Zhu comforted.

How can this comfort Chu Miao? After hearing this, Chu Miao just said: "When Xiao Baizhu is hunted down by Yingchan, don't come to me for mercy."

Bai Zhu was too scared to speak. Chu Miao looked at Mu Shijing.

"Good morning, Empress." Mu Shijing was a little nervous.

Chu Miao looked at Mu Shijing for a while, but frowned, "Yuan Chi? No, no... Well, Miss Mu's realm is really unpredictable."

When every acquaintance was asked about his realm, Mu Shijing was extremely distressed, thinking that after this time, he must find an auspicious day to break his realm quickly, so as not to be ridiculed again.

"It's okay, as long as your son-in-law is good." Mu Shijing pushed Lin Shouxi out.

Chu Miao looked at the young man in white clothes, smiled faintly, and said, "In the past, my mother matched you and Chan'er by mistake, but after you really got together, I saw Chan'er's behavior. You seem to be infatuated with ghosts, and you still have a lot of complaints about you, but now it seems that Chan'er has indeed found a good son-in-law for her mother."

"My mother-in-law is absurd." Lin Shouxi was terrified, "It is my son-in-law's dereliction of duty to make Chu Chuku wait for a hundred years."

"It's good to be alive."

Chu Miao said softly, "I can't see Chan'er being sad anymore." Lin Shouxi felt a stab in his heart, and felt even more bitter.

The thick fog churned again.

Another evil **** smelled the smell of people, and came here. "I escorted my mother-in-law to leave." Lin Shouxi said.

"Why rush me away? I'm so useless, can't I help?" Chu Miao asked. "That's not what I meant." Lin Shouxi was eager to explain.

"Okay, I know." Chu Miao said softly, "I never left the Yaosha Pagoda back then, and now the chaos in the Holy Land Hall has spread even wider, so of course we can't just walk away timidly. Seniors are not afraid of death, they are only afraid of being corrupted."

Although Chu Miao has never been able to step into the realm of the gods, she is better than Bai Zhuhe

Mu Shijing is amazing, and Lin Shouxi has no reason to refuse after hearing what his mother-in-law said.

The four of them went on the road again, heading towards the Holy Land Hall.

The killing and killing along the way is bloody, but when they stop to rest, they will reminisce about the past when they meet again after a long absence.

"Is Miss Mu not pregnant yet?" Chu Miao looked at Mu Shijing's flat belly and couldn't help asking.

When Mu Shijing was asked this for the first time, he was very embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "How can it be so fast... Besides, we don't often... um... Sister Chu still No, how dare a concubine be the first to get there?"

In front of Chu Miao, Mu Shijing pretended to be a cute little bird. "You respect your sister Chu so much?" Chu Miao asked.

"Of course, our Taoist sect has a clear distinction between elders and younger ones. Shi Jing has respected Sister Chu since she was a child." Mu Shijing said without changing his expression, "In the past, when Senior Sister Chu bullied me, Shi Jing always You can't fight back if you hit or scold."

"Actually, I can't beat..." Bai Zhu interjected softly. Mu Shijing twisted Bai Zhu's arm.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Chu Miao smiled softly, and said, "Yingchan, this girl, sometimes has a bad temper. I, a mother, can't control her, so you can't spoil her."

"The Empress really understands righteousness." Mu Shijing admired him even more after hearing this.

Meeting them, Chu Miao finally stopped being so gloomy, her pupils that had been depressed for several days finally brightened up a little, and there was a little soft smile on her clear face.

Looking at Chu Miao's side face, Lin Shouxi couldn't help but think of the years after defeating the Golden Buddha, the few people had a drink and chatted happily in the snow pavilion of Yunkong Mountain.

The fog is getting thicker. After half an hour. No one spoke again.

Everyone is focused on looking ahead.

The black image entangled by evil gods is the dancing flames in the white mist. The black flames form a huge ring, and under the ring is the dark abyss. The sanctuary has now been reduced to a gloomy magic cave.

Beyond the abyss, the six sinful swords hang high. They swell in the darkness, surrounded by ancient inscriptions, not like swords, but more like six divine pillars supporting the sky.

But obviously, these six divine pillars could no longer withstand the backlash of karma. They buzzed and trembled in the darkness, and the words entwined like silk threads became jumbled. Clear, just like a group of cicadas clamoring in the air.

Because of the lack of the Excalibur of Admiration, huge cracks appeared in the barrier of the Holy Soil Hall, and these evil gods were squeezed out of the cracks.

There are demons dancing wildly outside, what kind of terrifying scene should be inside the Holy Soil Hall? "Follow me, don't walk around."

When Lin Shouxi lowered his voice, the realm of the flame of the Nine Ming Holy King opened up again, enveloping everyone in it. The golden flame became the supreme sun, and all the darkness that hit him dissipated.

The moving barrier is like a light boat, piercing the darkness, directly against the tide of the evil god, and squeezed into the gap of the seal of the divine sword.

The golden light collides with the darkness fiercely.

In an instant, Lin Shouxi felt his chest being crushed, and his body was arched. He gasped for a while, resisted the severe pain, and took a sudden step.

Boom - the darkness is broken.

After a hundred years, the appearance of the Holy Soil Hall reappeared in front of them.

Mu Shijing still remembers the first and only time when she came to the Holy Land Hall, she was overwhelmed by the beauty and majesty of the palaces, but now, what is in front of her is clearly a **** on earth.

All the beautiful palaces were submerged in the darkness, even the statue of the emperor was covered with cracks.

Many high-rise buildings have directly become the lairs of evil gods, where densely packed evil species gather and entangle, like black vines climbing all over the walls.

All the maids and guards have been killed, and their corpses hang upside down on the corners of the eaves and temple buildings, fluttering in the cold wind.

"There...there is movement there." Bai Zhu exclaimed. What she was looking at was the direction of the Evil Spring Prison. The Badspring dungeon has been overrun by various evil gods.

The devil is facing down

The earth is like a soft belly, undulating constantly, as if there is a naughty fetus hidden inside, kicking the mother's body, trying to bite off the umbilical cord and get out of the earth.

Lin Shouxi knew that something was coming out.

At the bottom of the Evil Spring Prison, there is an extraterrestrial demon sealed by the king in yellow. Although it has been killed once, it has been continuously drawn by the emperor. , still has shocking power, it did not completely die, on the contrary, after the death of the emperor, it woke up from death, trying to break through the seals of the evil spring prison, and rule the world again.

When Chu Miao rushed to the wasteland again, although she had the will to die, she still felt an inexplicable loathing when she saw the constantly shaking ground. It was a loathing that surpassed death itself.

"Can you deal with it?" Mu Shijing asked. "I'm not sure." Lin Shouxi shook his head.

Lin Shouxi had already made plans to face this thing, but in his original plan, he gathered three treasures in one body, refined the prototype of the golden body of the Holy King, and fought against this thing to the death.

Change always comes before plan.

"I'll go over and have a look, you guys are waiting for me here, don't leave this golden flame field." Lin Shouxi ordered, and swept down in the air.

When he flew towards the prison of Evil Spring, a sword pierced out from the darkness and stopped in front of him. The sword came fiercely and fiercely, but it was accurately intercepted by Lin Shouxi.

Swords meet and sparks fly.

With Lin Shouxi swinging his arm, the sword that came from the surprise attack flew back spinning and stabbed obliquely on the ground. Where the sword fell, there was a pair of snow feet carved from ice and jade.

The visitor pulled out the sword again, and she looked straight at Lin Shouxi, her originally clear pupils were as dark as a dark night. "Why are you?"

There was a trace of shock in the woman's cold voice. "Ye Qingzhai?"

Lin Shouxi also recognized the goddess.

She is the sword goddess of the Qingzhai Excalibur, Ye Qingzhai. A hundred years ago, although this woman fought desperately for the human race in the battle of the Black Dragon Breaking the Wall, she was obsessed with the emperor. No small trouble. Now, Ye Qingzhai is wearing a long black dress outside of her translucent snowy skin. This is her skirt cut in darkness. Snow silk and silver hair fall from her shoulders. Her face is still beautiful in the darkness, but she is no longer proud. , She pulled out the ancient sword with a transparent body, and pointed it at Lin Shouxi again.

"Why are you here? Where are Shi Yirao and the others? Where are they?" Lin Shouxi looked around and asked. "Shi Yiluo?"

Ye Qingzhai shook his head and said, "Slaanesh...no, the Goddess of Disregard is of course in the Temple of Disregard. After His Majesty seals the temple, we take turns guarding this place and changing it every year. This year happens to be my guarding .”

"You guard here?"

Lin Shouxi looked at the horrifying scene of evil spirits everywhere, and asked, "Is this how you guard the Holy Land Hall?"

"In your Majesty's order, we are only told to guard the palace and not let anything in, and never allow other things to go out." Ye Qingzhai said lightly: "You violated the rules, I will kill you."

Jian Guang rushed over unreasonably.

In the already dark world, Ye Qingzhai and Lin Shouxi fought together.

Back then, Lin Shouxi was chased and killed by Ye Qingzhai. He was no match for this goddess at all. At the peak, how could he be Lin Shouxi's opponent?

After only dozens of moves, Ye Qingzhai was defeated. After thirty moves, the goddess of Qingzhai was chopped off into the sky and fell to the ground.

Lin Shouxi fell in front of her. "Good progress."

Ye Qingzhai gritted his silver teeth and said indifferently.

"Is there any way for the emperor to suppress this thing?" Lin Shouxi asked bluntly.

Ye Qingzhai sneered, without answering, she lowered her head, suddenly took out an elixir, stuffed it directly into her mouth, and swallowed it, the true energy raged in her body, she raised her head, her pupils revealed a bone-piercing cold light.

The goddess rushed towards him again.

"The emperor is dead, you don't need to work hard for her, Goddess

You all have the heart to eliminate demons and protect the way. Your nature is not bad, but you were deceived by the faint king. Now you look back, you still have a chance. "

Lin Shouxi tried to persuade her while blocking her sword. Ye Qingzhai couldn't listen at all.

"What qualifications do you have to reprimand me?!"

Ye Qingzhai is no longer as calm as before, and his eyes are full of ferocity: "I know His Majesty is dead, he died a hundred years ago! You killed His Majesty, you ruined everything! You are the ones Devil!!"

The sword collided with the sword, and the golden and stone-like Qingming God raised the end of the goddess' roar, making it even more sonorous. "Stubbornly obsessed."

"Oh, I stick to my Dao heart, why do you say that I am obsessed? I will stay here, always stay here, until death!"

Ye Qingzhai roared angrily, and drew her sword again and again, but was overturned by the air waves again and again, and retreated. Her sword hadn't been drawn out of its sheath for a hundred years, and it had already lost its vigor.

Seeing her like this, Lin Shouxi no longer relents. It is useless to persuade her, so he wakes her up, just to settle the old and new grudges together.

When Ye Qingzhai charged again with his sword.

The golden flame in Lin Shouxi's hand softened, and changed from a sword to a cloth belt, wrapped around his palm, wrapping his angular fist.

The sleeves of the robe bulge in the wind.

When Ye Qingzhai came to kill him, Lin Shouxi also punched him out.

In the loud explosion-like sound, the clear long sword in Ye Qingzhai's hand was smashed directly, and his fist hit her chest like a broken bamboo. It flew backwards, smashing countless statues and buildings along the way.

When Ye Qingzhai climbed up from the ruins, her silver hair was full of blood, she was like a beautiful ghost guarding this ghostly creature, exuding endless killing and madness.

Ye Qingzhai swallowed a large amount of pills again, trying to counterattack.

However, the borrowed true energy is empty after all. In Lin Shouxi's unpretentious boxing, Ye Qingzhai was knocked out again and again. As he spoke, his red lips trembled, and the roar revealed strong unwillingness and shame.

"You are no longer my opponent."

Lin Shouxi slowly walked in front of her and looked down at her condescendingly. Ye Qingzhai couldn't stop him.

He went to the Badspring prison again.

Goddess Qingzhai knelt on the ground, blood was winding on the milky white jade body, she laughed a few times, she didn't know whether it was madness or hatred, she looked at the familiar building behind her, and shouted loudly: "Humble Goddess, the enemy has already Killing at the door, why are you hiding?!"

Lin Shouxi stopped and looked at the temple building behind him. Only then did he discover that this was the shrine of the humble goddess. Ye Qingzhai's shout echoed in the darkness.

The temple did not respond.

Ye Qingzhai was stunned, and then, for the first time, a look of despair appeared on her qingyan cheeks:

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot, you committed suicide fifty years ago... It was so loud just now, didn't it disturb you?"

Ye Qingzhai knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and prayed for the dead sister. Lin Shouxi looked at this scene and asked, "Suicide?"

"Well, the goddess of humility committed suicide fifty years ago. The last flower she raised withered, she cut her own throat with the root of the flower. The goddess of mourning also died, thirty years ago. She died in December, maybe November, it was very cold that day, she hanged herself in front of His Majesty’s temple, sister Rao collected the body for her.”

"They all went down with His Majesty..."

Ye Qingzhai smiled stupidly and said: "I really envy them. They can control their own life and death. Death is really a beautiful thing. No matter how much pain and suffering fate gives you, you can use death to cut it off. And what you pay is just a determination to commit suicide, they are lucky, unlike us...."

As Ye Qingzhai said, he picked up the broken sword and inserted it into his throat, but when the sword was pulled out, her jade neck returned to its original state.

"What's going on?" Lin Shouxi frowned.

"What else could be going on? The Sin Ring Excalibur won't let us die, two of us have already died, let's commit suicide again,

The restriction of the temple is about to be completely disintegrated, and it has completely become my master. Even if I want to die, I can't do it. "

Ye Qingzhai smiled sadly.

During the past ten years, her Dao heart also collapsed, and she tried to commit suicide many times, but she was rescued by the Excalibur.

In the Holy Land Hall, there are only four living goddesses left—Shi Yirao, Ye Qingzhai, Ling Qinglu, Su and Xue.

"If only you had come fifty years earlier...if you had come fifty years earlier, they would all have survived." Ye Qingzhai showed weakness, which was collapsed by herself Broken: "Ye Qingzhai, what are you talking about? You are the Goddess of Sin, and you must obey His Majesty's imperial order. This year is your year in charge. How can you destroy it in your hands after a hundred years of perseverance?"

Ye Qingzhai swallowed a large amount of elixir again, and charged towards Lin Shouxi again.

"If you continue to entangle, when that thing is born, everyone will die." Lin Shouxi said.

"Death? Hehehe, is there anything better than death in the world? Qingzhai has served the sword for two hundred years and guarded the temple for a hundred years. If I let you go now, then my three hundred years of cultivation will still be worthless." What's the point?!" Ye Qingzhai said heartbreakingly.

For her, death is inevitable, she cannot accept meaningless death, she must give meaning to her own death.

Other than that, she doesn't care about anything.

Ye Qingzhai raised the broken sword high.

Purple lightning converged towards her body along the darkness. A long skirt made of lightning was added to her naked body, and the long skirt raged along her skin. In the sky, it seemed that some kind of grand ceremony was being held.

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When Ye Qingzhai was concentrating on performing the ceremony, Immortal Dimple was slapped suddenly. She let out a pained snort, clutching her cheek to scold her, but the other cheek was also hit by the thunderous slap, leaving bright red palm marks.

Another slap fell, directly knocking her to the ground. The sword that contained lightning fell to her leg with a clang.

"Do you think I'm a fool to watch you finish the ceremony?" Lin Shouxi asked coldly.

"Don't you dare? Didn't you become very strong? You are so strong, but you don't even have the courage to bear this sword?!" Ye Qingzhai raised his head and asked.

Lin Shouxi didn't answer, what Ye Qingzhai answered was one slap after another.

The tall goddess' cheeks were bright red from the slap, she lay on the ground, covering her face, blood oozing from the corners of her lips, and tears glistened in the corners of her resentful eyes.

"You, how dare you..."

Ye Qingzhai raised her head tremblingly. For some reason, when she saw Lin Shouxi, she unconsciously thought of her father who had been dead for many years. He looked at her like a father looking at a daughter who has gone astray without repentance. At that moment, guilt and fear arose in her heart, and she had the urge to admit her mistake and beg for mercy.

At this moment, an arrow shot through the air. Golden Arrow.

Lin Shouxi snatched the arrow and looked sideways. It was Ling Qinglu, the Goddess of Harvest, who came here.

She noticed the change in the hall, woke up from a deep sleep, and came to help.

"Where is the monster, dare to trespass.....is it you? Lin Shouxi, you really linger!!"

Ling Qinglu was dressed in red and white, with an outstanding figure, and her arrogance was still alive. She untied the divine bow she was carrying, pointed it at Lin Shouxi, hooked her jade fingers lightly, and the second arrow also came out.

Ling Qinglu's arrow should have hit every shot. But this arrow missed again.

Because Lin Shouxi disappeared in place.

Ling Qinglu looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen, but Ye Qingzhai reminded: "Be careful behind!"

Lin Shouxi had already grabbed her wrist for pulling the string.

"It's rare that Goddess Ling still remembers the junior's name."

Lin Shouxi stood behind her, pulled her hand away from the bowstring little by little, and said: "The arrows "gifted" by Goddess Ling on the side of the ice sea back then, I still remember them in my heart. ? "

"You thief, you just broke into the gods by chance, how dare you go so far?"

Ling Qinglu's long hair turned into the fiery red color of midsummer, like flowing fire, she drew it from the quiver at her waist

If you shoot an arrow, you will only stab it like a dagger.

Lin Shouxi did not dodge or dodge.

The arrow pierced his body and was broken by the immortal spirit root. "How is it possible..."

Ling Qinglu looked at him unscathed, shocked and silent.

"Don't you understand?" Lin Shouxi stared into her eyes and said, "In order to control you, the Sword of Sin Ring not only takes back the power bestowed on you, but also takes away your original power. God is nothing more than a false realm, it can be broken with a single poke."

"Impossible!!"

Ling Qinglu shook her head, her red hair turned into silvery white, she lost her mind and said, "How is it possible? Your Majesty said that as long as we stay here, as long as we wait for His Majesty to come back, His Majesty will lead us to God! You Don't try to confuse our minds!!"

Ling Qinglu no longer used the bow, but directly drew his sword and stabbed at him.

"The younger generation also gave Goddess Ling some gifts." Lin Shouxi only said this.

After ten strokes, Ling Qinglu also rolled to Ye Qingzhai's side. She was defeated, her bow and sword were taken away, and her body was bound by a thread made of golden flames, so she couldn't move.

"Let her go!" Ye Qingzhai glared at her. Then, Ye Qingzhai was also tied up.

These two great goddesses who were once all-powerful and admired by the world are now bound and lying on the ground like this. Lin Shouxi drew out the golden flame and turned it into a long whip, and beat them directly, venting new and old hatred in the sound of the whip.

The goddess's pained groan kept ringing.

While Ling Qinglu was still persevering with her arrogance, Ye Qingzhai was unbearable to be humiliated and broke down first. ..."

Ling Qinglu's eyes widened, she never thought that such words would come from the mouth of Sister Ye, whom she had always admired.

"Sister Qingzhai, you... huh...how can you give in to this kind of person?!" Ling Qinglu suspected that she had heard it wrong.

Ye Qingzhai didn't seem to hear ~IndoMTL.com~ She turned her head away and said in a begging tone: "Stop beating me, kill me...you are capable of killing me, right?"

Lin Shouxi stopped.

"I will not kill you." He said, "I will keep you."

"Stay? Why are you leaving me?" Ye Qingzhai asked.

"Guard the temple." Lin Shouxi said lightly.

Ye Qingzhai was numb, and then, she really broke down and burst into tears. Lin Shouxi put away the golden flame and continued to walk towards the Equan prison.

Ye Qingzhai also let Qinglu loose, but he didn't have the heart to resist and let him go. The entrance to Badspring Prison.

A woman in a lotus robe stands alone.

When Lin Shouxi arrived, she turned her head slightly, and the coldness and charm in her eyes were constantly changing.

"Are you here?" Shi Yirao asked. Mobile phone users please browse and read, palm reading is more convenient.