I will Bury the Gods Chapter 36: : Dust

The time is pushed back to last night——

The eldest son is recognized as a banished immortal.

On the day he was born, the fortune teller saw a strange star, and the perennially dim Xuanwu star was bright because of him.

At that time, the birds raised by the entire Wu family sang together to congratulate the eldest son on the birth.

He is regarded as the hope of the Wu family.

When he was five years old, he said that he dreamed of an ancient building, which was a building in the mountains and clouds. He had never been there, but all the details could be described clearly.

In his dream, he saw the blue sky covered with Xia Rui's light under his feet, and saw the huge whale-like creature dancing in the sea of ​​clouds.

He dreamed that a little maid was sitting in the building, guarding a lamp with an unfamiliar name on it, but he felt that it was his own name.

The older I get, the clearer this dream becomes.

When he was ten years old, he told Master Yun that he was the reincarnation of a true immortal.

True Immortals are different from the Immortal Realm after Ningwan. True Immortals are a kind of status. They are the reincarnation of gods and have the blood that has flowed from ancient times to the present. , I will return to that mountain and worship that building in the future.

Although he is a true immortal, he will never forget the kindness of the Wu family's upbringing. He promised to lead the Wu family out of this desolate land and truly live in the soil blessed by the holy fire.

At the age of thirteen, he recited the mantra and made the iron tree bloom.

When he was fourteen years old, he dreamed of the gods and paid respects to many deceased immortals one by one.

When he was fifteen years old, he even dived into Wuzhu Lake for a time, and found the God Court by instinct, but it was a pity that the God Court was closed.

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The longer he grows up, the more immortal he becomes, like a piece of jade, gradually fading away every trace of blemishes, and finally becoming crystal clear without any stains.

He is more important than everyone in the Wu family.

Even if he said that he would leave after receiving the inheritance from Lord Guardian, no one raised any objections. Although he is young now, everyone feels that even the legendary human-god realm is more important to him. Words are also in the bag.

Immortals were relegated to the wilderness, inherited the inheritance of ancient gods, traveled the world, achieved greatness, and returned to immortal mountains. This is a beautiful story in the eyes of the world.

Therefore, tonight, when Eldest Young Master disobeyed Master Yun and insisted on choosing Xiaohe as his servant, Master Yun also chose to respect him.

Within a few years, he could go further.

But the story of the eldest son came to an abrupt end tonight, and the further future became a fantasy.

In this high-rise building, there is no scent of orchid musk, nor the **** smell that lingers for many years. Instead, there are blood everywhere and a corpse.

The body of the eldest son.

He lay flat on the ground, his hollow pupils reflected the illusory algae well, and this fairy-like skin seemed to be dusted and lost all its brilliance.

This is his favorite room, with his favorite painting, favorite piano, and favorite sword, and now they are all smeared with blood and filthy.

Before the sword plunged into his body, piercing his chest, he never thought he would die.

Half an hour ago, this new servant girl was supposed to conclude a contract with him, but after she walked into the building, she slowly drew out her sword.

Her movement of drawing the sword is beautiful, like clear water coming out of a rock crevice, like a waterfall cascading down into the Milky Way, she seems to have rehearsed countless times for this moment, and the killing intent filled in the scabbard is like a cloud of smoke.

The eldest son didn't take it seriously, he looked at her with a smile, and praised her courage, and said that he was willing to play with her and forgive her mistakes afterwards.

But what the girl said next made him feel slightly angry:

"I hope you are not too weak."

He has practiced Taoism for nearly twenty years, and these are the most craziest words he has ever heard.

When the blades clashed on the first day, the eldest son indeed had the absolute upper hand, overwhelming the opponent's sword moves, but in the middle of the battle, the little girl suddenly untied the red rope from her hand.

The red rope seemed to be the seal of her body strength. The moment she untied it, the realm became a beast that escaped from her body.

The realm gap between them was quickly smoothed out, not only that, but Xiaohe was even slightly better.

The gap between the pure realms of the two is not that big, and the eldest son believes that he can defeat her by virtue of his extraordinary sword skills and the spells bestowed by the fairy in his dream.

But he found that he couldn't make a sound.

In this world, if a spell is created by someone, then this person will become the origin of the spell. Anyone who casts this spell must obtain the permission of the creator, and the method of obtaining permission is the spell.

The correct incantation must be spoken audibly for the spell to work.

For example, the patriarch who is known as the root of all dharmas, his physical body has long since died, but his soul has become a huge and hazy existence, recording thousands of dharmas.

All practitioners of the patriarch's method can establish contact with the patriarch's soul thousands of miles away. Sometimes, even if you don't have a little cultivation, as long as you recite the correct mantra, the patriarch's soul will be born thousands of miles away Induction, using mighty power to make the spell take effect, fell in front of you! *

Therefore, many ascetics seek to create spells by themselves, making themselves the origin of a brand-new spell, so that there is no need to ask outsiders.

In short, casting spells requires a voice, even a strong inner voice.

But he discovered that the other party has the ability to silence all voices, and he can't even convey his own body!

The spell fails, and the fight of life and death is between swords.

All his sword skills have been deciphered.

For today, she did not know how many times she has practiced, and she is so proficient that it makes people feel distressed.

The eldest son was really distressed, because the sword pierced his heart.

His rout was quick.

In the end, he was nailed to the wall with a sword, and his soul decayed.

"Why is this...?"

The eldest son looked at the sword piercing through the heart, and said the last words.

Although he always said that there are unpredictable things in the sky, he always feels that even if he dies, he will die in the future battle with dragon corpses or evil gods, and die in the battle for the Dao of the real immortal. Witch family.

This is the birdcage he finally walked out of, but he was crucified here before he could fully develop his wings. The birdcage became his coffin.

He never thought that the person who killed him was his sister.

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The eldest son is dead.

All the doors of this building were opened, and everyone was welcome to enter. More and more people gathered, and almost all the big names and surnames of the entire Wu family came.

When they heard the news, they thought it was just a joke of the eldest son, or it was a divine art such as self-cutting the body and nirvana, so when they first saw the corpse, they always thought that he would get up, Show a fairy smile.

But nothing happened.

The corpse drained the last temperature and was completely cold.

The members of the Wu family surrounded the corpse, and after confirming that it was not a joke, they tremblingly set their eyes on the murderer.

The murderer was sitting by the window, her body was well outlined in a tight black dress, her slender legs were resting on an expensive wooden chair, the window was half open, she leaned against the window and looked out at the dawn , there was no joy on his face, but rather a lack of interest.

After seeing her, many people lost their minds and even stopped looking at the corpse on the ground.

No one has ever seen this stunning girl with snow-haired black clothes, she seemed to appear out of thin air.

"You killed the eldest son?"

"Who are you? What's your grudge against the Wu Family?"

"The eldest son is the reincarnation of a fairy, even if the Wu family can't do anything to you, the fairy mountain behind him will not let you go!"

"Where is the son's servant? Where did he go?"

"Hurry up and invite Master Yun!"

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After a moment of silence, the crowd became a mess.

The girl ignored their yelling, and they didn't dare to approach her anyway.

There were thumping footsteps on the stairs, and the third lady of the Wu family came. She squeezed through the crowd and almost threw herself on the eldest son's body. She was stunned for a long time, and finally burst into tears.

She looked at the snow-haired girl sitting on the window, and concluded that she must have killed her brother in a sneak attack, so she didn't care about anything, just rushed over madly.

The girl twisted her feet, kicked the chair flying, and smashed it towards the third lady. The third lady subconsciously blocked it with her arms, and when the chair was blocked, the girl with slender hair like snow appeared in front of her. The knee hit the third lady's lower abdomen, then turned around and went around behind her, knocking her to the ground with a palm knife.

She stepped on Miss San's back and pulled her up by her long hair.

"I heard that a string of your qin is broken?" the girl asked faintly.

Master Yun went to tune the piano for her. Such a trivial matter almost killed all of them.

The third lady was pulled up by her hair, and her face was forced to face her. When did she, who was pampered and pampered, encounter such a thing? She wanted to use her true energy, but her body was crushed to death by the opponent.

She stared wide-eyed, forced herself to maintain a trace of dignity, and asked through gritted teeth: "You, who are you...?"

Ji Luoyang also squeezed out from the crowd. When he saw the girl with snow-haired black clothes, he was also shocked in place.

Although he doesn't recognize this face, he recognizes this dress...

"You..."

Ji Luoyang opened his mouth. Looking at the corpse of the exiled immortal on the ground, his pupils also shrank and he was frightened.

"Ji Luoyang! What are you standing there for? Kill, kill her!" Miss San shouted.

Ji Luoyang is Miss San's servant, so he came with her, but he never expected that this would happen.

Looking at the mediocre young **** weekdays, at this moment, she is overwhelmed by the beauty of the country. The third young lady, who was barely a little bit beautiful, paled in front of her, as dull as the corpse on the ground.

Crack!

The girl slapped her across the face, causing Miss San to tilt her head and leaving a bright red slap mark on her face.

Her head buzzed, and she began to regret that her head rushed up. Why didn't the other members of the Wu family come up? Everyone worked together to subdue this demon girl. They dared to watch themselves suffer humiliation from behind. They...

Crack! Snapped! Snapped!

The girl slapped three times in a row, causing blood to ooze from the corners of Miss San's lips, and the pearls, hairpins and jade crowns fell all over the floor.

She was still fondling the piano gracefully in the room before, and even asked Ji Luoyang with a teasing smile if she hated herself. dare.

But she didn't expect that the retribution would come so soon.

She believed that Daoist Yun and Patriarch would come soon, so she forcibly endured the pain and was ashamed to say begging for mercy in front of everyone.

The girl slapped her hands indifferently, dragged her hair to the eldest son's piano, smashed her forehead on the piano, cut off the strings with her fingernails and wrapped them around her neck.

"You like this very much?" The girl said, "Then I will use it to send my sister on the road."

Sister?

She has no time to think about the meaning of this title...

Miss San realized that she was really going to kill herself, she couldn't bear it anymore, and began to beg for mercy and admit her mistake.

Ji Luoyang also yelled 'no', and strode up to stop him.

In the end, Daoist Yun suddenly appeared and prevented the death from happening.

"So it's you, so you're not dead."

Master Yun looked at her for a long time, finally figured out what happened, and sighed: "I still misread you after all."

"Yeah, I didn't die. You all thought she ate me back then, but she didn't, not only didn't, she also took me away from the Wu family and went to the mountains to raise me. "

All the gratitude and hatred in Xiaohe's words turned into a calm smile at this moment.

"You fooled me." Master Yun said.

"It was Cai Huanyu who tricked you."

Xiaohe took out a colorful feather, put it on her lips and blew gently, "This is my aunt's birth feather, it conceals my true face and my blood, if it weren't for this, you would have carried me that day My little white sparrow, after seeing me, I am afraid that the liver and gallbladder will be shattered and die."

Master Yun was silent for a moment, then his expression changed: "You got the inheritance of the White Phoenix?!"

"Yeah, isn't this what you've been chasing so hard for?" Xiaohe said, "Now that it has returned to the Wu family, are you... dissatisfied?"

"How could she be willing to give this to you?" Master Yun sighed.

"You killed her daughter..." Xiaohe said sadly, "If my aunt doesn't give it to me, who else can I give it to..."

Listening to their conversation, most of the people were confused and couldn't figure it out, but some people quickly remembered the turmoil ten years ago.

It was a night of heavy rain, and the beautiful concubine of the head of the house, Xinna, gave birth to a child. The baby caused a sensation in the Wu family because she was redundant.

The Wu family has stayed here for three hundred years for the inheritance of the gods. The quota for inheritance is full, and this baby will destroy everything, and may even bring a bloodbath to the family.

While everyone was arguing about how to deal with her, someone released the demon sparrow next to the Patriarch's throne.

It regained its freedom, flew out of the birdcage, snatched the owner's Life Orb and the newborn baby, and flew away in the rainstorm and lightning.

When watching the black bird fly away, many people did not realize that this would become the source of all disasters in the future.

She is the baby.

She should have been the fourth young lady of the Wu family, and she should have died on a rainy night.

But in the end, she walked out of this rainy night, so the nightmare of the rainy night was returned to the Wu family.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, as if the sky was cracking, and the rainwater gathered into a stream, washing the ground crazily.

"Is Master Yun going to kill me?" Xiao He looked at him and asked.

With his hands behind his hands, Master Yun had a faint killing intent floating on his body, and he didn't speak.

"He's dead, there are still three **** inheritors, and there are still three **** servants. It's just right, nothing has changed, and even... this may be a secret arrangement of the guarding god." Xiaohe smiled and said, "Is the real person not satisfied with this result?"

Xiaohe looked at the rain outside the window ~IndoMTL.com~ and said: "The Wu family has always had a tradition of killing people to succeed to the throne. I killed the eldest son. From then on, I should be the eldest lady of the Wu family. No, my name is not Xiaohe, my real name is - Wu Youhe."

She took back her last name.

Thunder and lightning split the sky.

Master Yun closed his left eye, killing the dragon corpse had consumed a lot of energy, and he was even more exhausted now.

Wu Youhe is right, everything can go on, and there are no more people left...

The Eldest Young Master is the reincarnation of a true immortal, so someone will bear all the karma, so what does it have to do with him?

"Where's your aunt? Is she here?"

This is Yun Renren's last question.

What answered him was a cry, a cry sharper than lightning.

"The real person has actually met aunt a long time ago." Xiaohe said.

Master Yun looked out the window.

In the thunderstorm sky, a black bird circled high.

In the sky of Wuzhu Lake, Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe were sitting on the edge of the cliff. They could see flocks of blackbirds flying around the lake every day, and it was among them.

On the ridge of the ancient courtyard, Lin Shouxi even looked at it once; Fly far away in the night sky and disappear under the moon...

Now, this familiar black bird flew over the Wu family.

Master Yun's expression changed.

The black bird shuttled through the thunderstorm, glanced at him proudly, and flew in a certain direction.

"That's..." Master Yun's face changed again, "Patriarch!"

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*(This patriarch can be understood as a server, you connect to the server, send instructions, and the server gives you feedback)