I will Bury the Gods Chapter 336: : Ancient History
Heavy rain.
The raindrops splashed and collided in the air, breaking into cold mist and drowning the dead city.
A few years ago, Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing had a decisive battle here. Behind the Avalokitesvara statue in the Rain Temple, the dark door opened, and the old king in yellow came here, with swollen and scaly tentacles dancing in the rain.
Every time the emperor wakes up, the nearby dragons will also wake up. The dead city is connected to the altar of the Wu family. Only then did the Niechi escape.
She is the emperor and the emperor in yellow.
The tentacles hidden under the old yellow robe were covered with scales. She never hid these scaled tentacles, and let them flutter in the wind no matter in the dead city or in the realm of the gods. Similarly, She is Ji Luoyang's direct guide and also the direct destroyer of God's Domain.
She never hides herself, which comes from her arrogance.
She is too arrogant, so arrogant that she is never afraid of suspicion - no one will associate the evil king in yellow with the holy emperor.
She is also an evil dragon.
The dragon is her enemy, and the evil **** is also her enemy. Of course, the evil dragon is also something that must be killed-under the sword of killing the clan, any killing of the same clan will cause the extinction of the entire clan, so she has to kill the entire clan. Before the Sword of the Clan is born again, kill all the evil dragons and destroy her fellow clans.
So the sleeping evil dragon in the Demon Tower is also dead.
All seemingly accidental stories are connected in series by a dark thread.
The emperor seems to have been sleeping in the holy soil hall all the time, but in fact he has never left their side. Now, the deepest shadow behind the curtain has finally come to the stage, and everything has returned to the starting point, back to this dead city. It is the beginning of destiny, and the queen is born here.
"Do you think you are very smart?"
Her remnant body has grown completely, and her crystal clear legs are stepped in the rain, and the blue blood vessels under the skin can be clearly seen. After refining herself through rituals, the newborn fell into an unprecedented weakness.
But this is just God's weakness. Compared with human beings, she is still powerful, unreasonably powerful. "Or, do you think, you can defeat me today."
The empress's calm voice overwhelmed the heavy rain, and her glazed pupils looked at the world contemptuously and glanced at Lin Shouxi and Gong Yu, as if to say, 'You are worthy?'.
Lin Shouxi did not answer.
Although he guessed the truth, he knew that everything he did was a last resort. He couldn't stop the emperor's rebirth. A new king beheaded.
This is a whimsical decision, but it is also the only chance.
If the Empress returns to the Holy Land Hall smoothly, she will become the scariest monster after the two ancient gods.
This is the helplessness of human beings... even if they have insight into everything, they still have to face a tiny possibility with their lives.
"So, why are you doing all this so aggressively?" Mu Shijing was puzzled.
"Do you really not remember anything?" The empress' voice suddenly became gentle.
"What should I remember? Say what you want to say, don't say it if you don't say it, don't play charades with this girl!" Mu Shijing bit his red lip, very angry.
The empress originally didn't want to answer any of their questions, but the person who asked the question was Mu Shijing, so she chose to answer: "Yu Chang'an reincarnated in order to refine my dragon nature and original spirit into a body, and the evil dragon and evil **** Originating from the same source, they all come from the most primitive spirit, but the bodies that carry the spirit are not the same."
The empress answered Mu Shijing's doubts. Her voice passed through the rainstorm and thousands of years of time, carrying the vicissitudes engraved by the years, and returned to the age when the gods danced: "Many years ago, I This is a dragon, a dragon above the king of blue and the king of white, that belongs to the age of dragons, except for pale, there is no creature stronger than me in the world, the world is a kingdom ruled by dragons , where we danced and sang lightly, never to fall. Until...until that thing appeared."
"That day is called the evening of the gods."
The Queen's voice began to tremble slightly, even after so many years, she still clearly felt fear.
"Origin?" Gong Yu immediately came to his senses.
"Well, the origin, that is, the Fusang in your mouth has come." The empress said calmly: "It comes from the starry sky, from the most filthy and evil starry sky. The World Tree did not belong to this world at first. He is the outer god. .But once he came, he incomprehensibly occupied the position of the origin of all things. Except for the dragon race, he is the origin of all living beings. Destroying it is equivalent to destroying the world. Since then, evil gods have risen from the deep sea unstoppably, and the sea has been polluted. The battle between Paleness and Origin also almost destroyed the land. During that period of darkness called 'Twilight', I witnessed the death of countless dragons and creatures, including many races more intelligent than humans, that is The demise of the entire ethnic group was so shocking that it made the gods numb. I almost crazily yearned for power, longing for more powerful power, so I accepted the original god, and became the first evil dragon, and also the most powerful evil dragon in history... ...but not enough, not enough."
This is the first time she tells about her past in front of the world.
This history should not be a secret, but she concealed it in order to deceive the newly awakened humans. The empress can't remember how long she hasn't really spoken to the living beings.
"The restlessness and gloom, despair and sadness of the original gods affect me all the time, dragging me into the abyss. I am tired of them." The empress said: "Although I refined myself through reincarnation, I will belong to the 'dragon' A part of my body was peeled off, and then, in order to completely separate out the original spirit, and lure the God of Consciousness to wake up, he wanted to swallow my original spirit and become stronger, and I also wanted to abandon them and regain a new life."
The Goddess and everyone in the world thought that His Majesty the Emperor returned to kill the God of Wisdom, but they didn't know that in the thick fog that no one could see clearly, the human emperor and the evil **** completed a deal.
They each got what they needed.
"Is Fusang the outer **** who almost destroyed the world..." Gong Yu was concentrating.
"For the gods, the concept that destroying the origin is equivalent to destroying the world has long been ingrained. Even if it is only a seed, no one is willing to take the risk of killing you, including me." The queen said.
Gong Yu lowered her head and looked at the position of her heart, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.
"What about you? You worked so hard to extract the characteristics of dragons and evil gods in your body, in order to become a human? To become the original human being you wrote in the history books?" Mu Shijing continued to ask.
"No matter how powerful a dragon is, it can't be as strong as pale, and no matter how powerful an evil **** is, it can't be as strong as the origin. Even in the intelligent race back then, humans were not worth mentioning. How could I become them?" The queen looked up at the rainstorm, The voice transcends all storms: "I want to become a new/unprecedented life, I want to be the only lonely person on the towering throne, and then I will declare war on the entire starry sky. I have found that way."
If Lin Shouxi hadn't understood her identity, and hadn't dragged her into the dead city through the gate of another world, then she was really on the road to becoming the new king.
But the Empress is not worried.
In her eyes, her path is the inevitability of history, and anyone standing in front of the wheel of time is a weak mantis destined to be crushed to death.
The sound of the rainstorm was noisy and noisy, no one spoke, but it seemed extraordinarily quiet. "Do you have any questions?" said the empress.
This is her kindness. For thousands of years, finally a human has truly stood in front of her, so she gave her due kindness.
"Why are all the other evil gods sealed, but you are the only one awake?" Lin Shouxi asked the doubts in his heart.
"Good question."
The empress nodded and said: "This is my real secret, which surpasses the kindness I owe you. If you can surpass my edge, I will give you all the answers."
Bang Dang——serious lightning flashes through the sky. The dim dead city flickers on and off.
The thunder liquid poured into the empress' crystal clear body impartially, and the bright yellow robe wrapped her body airtightly, only revealing her bare feet and perfect face.
Dragons and evil gods have been eliminated, and her robe has changed from dirty yellow to holy gold. At least at this moment, she is human.
Heavy rain. Thousand-handed Avalokitesvara's hand forms a lotus seal, with gentle eyebrows. The girl in yellow stands under the thousand-handed Avalokitesvara statue, more solemn than a Buddha.
"I heard that you have won all the fairies and goddesses."
Standing in the ruins of the Guanyin Pavilion, the empress looked down at Gongyu, her cold and arrogant figure in white fur robes and fox cloaks made God feel slightly dazzling, "This is where you lost."
The sky is full of thunder and thunder. The sound of rain is even louder.
The majestic and long history has turned into dust, and above the dust, the newly born empress declared war on mankind. The monks on the sacred mountain and the sacred mountain became a mess.
"What's going on? Where's the ancestor's secret Dao refining tool? Where's the ancestor's Da Luo Baowan? Why are they gone? Who, who broke into the main hall and stole them all!"
The Great Elder looked at the empty treasure chests and was furious. "Only Lin Shouxi came here yesterday." Someone replied. "Lin Shouxi? Who is he?" The Great Elder was confused.
"The Great Elder has been in seclusion for too long, and he still doesn't know about the gods guarding the mountain." A monk replied: "Lin Shouxi is the new mountain owner."
"The new mountain lord? How old is he, what realm is he, and which mountain gate did he come from?" the elder asked. The monks looked at each other, unable to speak.
After knowing the ins and outs of the matter, the Great Elder was even more dumbfounded. He was shocked and angry, and said: "Even if he got the seal and sealed the mountain lord, all the things hidden in this main hall are the inheritance of the gods guarding the mountain." How can he let him loot the thousand-year-old treasure like a robber? Are you all watching the show, why no one goes up to stop it?"
"It's the master uncle who won't stop you." The monk said respectfully. "Master uncle? Which master uncle?" the elder asked.
"The owner of the Xuanmiao Pavilion is your master." The monk replied. The elder was stunned again. "What is this old fool going crazy?"
He also has no time to get angry, because the news that the God of Tide Wisdom broke through the wilderness and approached the God Wall has been spread to Shenshou Mountain in a hurry. If the God of Tide Wisdom destroys the God Wall, no matter how precious the treasure Become waste.
Outside the wall of God, a thick gray fog enveloped everything. Anyone who tried to escape through the thick fog would instantly turn into a desperate lunatic and be swallowed by billions of evil spirits.
Human beings cannot prevent the arrival of evil gods.
Before the real tide-knowing **** came, several little evil gods had already passed through the thick fog and came to the top of the city first. The eyeballs squirmed in the lips, the sticky tentacles opened and closed like flowers, and in the invisible chanting, the weak-minded monk fell into madness in an instant.
The little evil **** is already like this. When the real evil **** arrives, the scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood is already foreseeable. At the same time, Xuanmiao Pavilion.
The old man sitting in the recliner struggled to get up, and found the sword he used when he was young from the sword pavilion. He hunched over and walked out of the pavilion with the sword on his back.
The entrance of Xuanmiao Pavilion is full of disciples.
The disciple tried his best to dissuade the teacher from leaving. The teacher is old and has made countless contributions to mankind in his life. He shouldn't just die like this.
"Where can I go if I don't go to the wall of gods? Patriarch Mountain?" The old man asked with a wry smile.
"The **** who knows the tide broke the city. This is a disaster that will destroy the world. The patriarch will definitely take action." The disciple said.
"Martial arts have fists, and swordsmen have swords. Why wait for others to strike? Ordinary people work all their lives and are willing to support the holy mountain. What they want to raise are immortals who can build high walls for them and resist disasters, not immortals. When disaster strikes, a **** who escapes faster than ordinary people."
The old man spoke slowly, his voice full of disappointment: "I have been resting for more than a hundred years, this bone is about to rest and fall apart, and my contemporaries are all dead, I should have gone to see them long ago."
The disciples bowed their heads in shame, closed their lips tightly, and said nothing, but still blocked the door. "Get out of the way." The old man said. No one moved.
"Get out of the way!"
The old man's voice was suddenly harsh, and his cloudy pupils shot out, like an angry lion.
Everyone's heart trembled, and then they slowly stepped aside and parted a road. The old man walked through the crowd with a sword on his back. Someone sobbed, and soon, many people Crying, crying sadly.
The old man looked at them with disappointment that could not be concealed in his eyes. "Heh—" suddenly.
Amidst the mournful cries, there was a short but touching laugh. Many people were stunned. How dare anyone laugh at such a sad moment?
"You are crying so sadly, do you want to cry to destroy Master's Dao Heart, or do you want to drown the God of Consciousness with tears?" The disciples are really not as good as the next generation."
The old pavilion master was stunned.
He raised his head, and suddenly there was a figure at the end of the crowd, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure. "You...you are..." The old pavilion master's old body trembled violently.
In the eyes of the disciples, the master is always calm, as calm as the sea. They have never seen such an expression on the master, so they all looked at the comer.
The visitor is in a blue dress, with a gentle and beautiful face, and looks very young. Those light glass-colored deep eyes remind people of the starry sky in cool autumn.
"Master, don't you remember your disciple?" The woman in the green dress walked up to him gracefully. "Ying...Ying'er?" After a long time, the old pavilion master was convinced that this was not a dream." Well, Yinger is back ."The voice of the woman in the green skirt is extremely gentle.
She stretched out her hand, untied the sword from the master's back, and tied it around her waist: "Master is quite old, so he should have stayed in the pavilion well, caring for his life, such a young man with blood, Just leave it to our juniors to burn."
The woman's hand caressed the old cheek of the master, as if she wanted to smooth the wrinkles around his eyes, but no matter how slender and gentle the woman's hand was, it could not resist the ruthless power of time.
The old man looked at this apprentice whom he once regarded as his daughter, and finally burst into tears. Gong Ying leaned over gently, and said softly: "Master, why should we cry when the Dao fire is still on?"
She looked at the other disciples, smiled lightly, and her words changed from tenderness to firmness: "The emperor abandoned you, but it doesn't matter, gods do not guard the mountain, I will come."
Qinghong rises from the ground.
The earth-shattering roar filled the entire Shenshou Mountain, like thunder piercing the ears.
This is a power far beyond the realm of human beings and gods. It erupted from the body of a woman like a willow, frightening the people all over the mountain.
Qinghong is like a bridge. It crosses directly from the Xuanmiao Pavilion to the God Wall.
On the wall of the gods, countless little evil gods showed their ferocious and disgusting bodies in the thick fog. The crowd was frightened by these monsters and fled in all directions. Gong Ying saw them, but she showed a cloud Smile lightly.
"This appearance has been maintained for too long, and you all have to forget what you were originally. You monsters who have been patched together with the turbidity of the gods, today, let you show your original shape."
Before everyone could realize who the tall man was, the tall woman had already handed out a sword. The light of the sword was like a tide, filling the sky and the earth. It was a frenzy composed of countless dazzling threads. The powerful little evil **** They have no resistance in such a tide of light.
Their strong bodies were cut off easily, as if they were not favored by the **** of tides at all, but fresh from the sea on the cutting board.
Countless limbs and broken arms were floating in the air. The wailing of the evil gods was angry and resentful. "It's not over yet." Gong Ying smiled.
She snapped her fingers. In an instant. In the air, all the broken limbs of the evil spirits began to piece together again.
All the broken limbs were put together again according to the original appearance. Their appearance became very clear.
Squid, octopus, razor clams, ship borers, sea anemones, tube worms, nautilus, snails, mussels and other countless mollusks floating in the air, looking at themselves, it seems that they cannot accept this at all. Waiting for the weak self to make strange and sad cries, which are more painful cries than death.
There are no so-called evil spirits, they are monsters stitched together by countless soft-bodied creatures. Over time, they all forget their own appearance.
Gong Ying closes the sword.
In the thick fog, the veil of fear has been completely torn away, and these mollusk creatures twist their original bodies in the air, which is ridiculous.