I will Bury the Gods Chapter 439: : Patriarch left behind
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(Sorry, I'm really sleepy. I owe a 3,000-word chapter. I'll sleep for a while and make up for it.)
It's amazing.
When Mu Shijing broke through, the stars suddenly lit up in the cold sky, and the twinkling stars looked like eyes, so the starry sky also looked like a monster with billions of pupils opened after waking up.
Back then, when Chu Yingchan, Xiaohe, and Lin Shouxi broke through, it was also the scene where the stars were clearly distinguished.
But Mu Shijing is different.
In her starry sky, something brighter appeared - the sun and the moon.
The sun and the moon hang in the sky at the same time, like a pair of piercing eyes.
She appeared in the tomb of the gods.
In the tomb of the gods, gods from ancient times and the future stand here. Their bodies are empty, but they still do not lose their majesty. Even the shadows they cast are gilded with a touch of gold. Silent in the light and dust, they together form a golden scroll.
Mu Shijing stood in front of the scroll, his back was like the cool night.
Real Li, who turned into a ladder of flesh and blood, stopped outside the tomb of the gods. He looked at the silhouette of the girl in the black dress and black hair in the tomb of the gods, as if he was facing an enemy.
"Besides the God Wall, you killed the Time and Space Demon God?" Li Zhenren recalled the past.
"Aren't you already a fairy? You can only see this?" Mu Shijing's voice was sneering.
Reverend Li rolled up the ladder of flesh and blood, and managed to piece together half an eye from the broken pieces of flesh. He used this half eye to cross the light stream of the enchantment of the tomb of the gods, and looked at the girl standing quietly in it.
The last half of his eye exploded along with a large piece of flesh and blood.
"Are you? You are actually a sleeve!!" Li Zhenren lost his voice.
"I don't even know, what kind of fairy have you become?"
Mu Shijing's sense of ridicule was even stronger. She stepped on those beautiful pointed shoes, walked along a long golden ax to a high place, and took advantage of the opportunity to use the armor of a god's corpse as a throne, leisurely. Sitting down, crossing her legs, she looked straight at the flesh-and-blood monster in front of her, and hooked her fingers: "Didn't you dream of ascending to the fairy court? Now that you're outside the door, why hang around, come in and have a look. So as not to... die with regret."
The girl's voice was as soft as a cloud.
Li Zhenren, however, was like a monster hearing the sound of thunder, hesitating and daring not to move forward.
He used the remaining half of his brain to think quickly, but these brains were not enough, as soon as he concentrated, the pain became unbearable.
In severe pain, Li Zhenren shouted: "Don't try to fool me. If you are real, I will not even have the qualification to come... You are just a residue of sleeves. Hahaha, you tiny dust Want to pretend to be a bully?
As soon as these words came out, Li Zhenren felt that something was wrong. This was clearly the words of the devil. He is the head teacher of Yunkong Mountain, so he should never say such words.
With this in mind, the last half of his tongue was tied into a knot.
"If you don't believe me, try it."
Sitting on the golden armor, Mu Shijing lazily stretched her waist. The girl's milky white skin was also glowing with light gold, like precious silk under the golden sun.
Zhenren Li gathered the last flesh and blood from the cold wind and crashed into the tomb of the god. Lin Shouxi floated back to the ground.
The flames that spread all over the world retracted into his robe sleeves.
"Why are you back? Aren't you going to help Miss Mu?" Shi Yirao asked.
"Only those who break through can enter the tomb of the gods. Although I can break through by force, it will damage the foundation of the human race's cultivation. Then Shi Jing will finish it off." Lin Shouxi said.
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"Sister Mu is such a powerful battle."
Bai Zhu knelt down beside Mu Shijing, looking at her with admiration.
Mu Shijing's spiritual sense has already flown into the sky, his profile is as peaceful as sleep.
"By the way, what kind of realm is Sister Mu breaking through?" Bai Zhu looked at it for a while, his heart was surging, and he couldn't help asking with great anticipation: "Does Sister Mu want to break through the bottleneck of the human-god realm and surpass Master?" , have you reached a new realm that has never been seen before?”
Lin Shouxi was at a loss for words for a while, and then said in an alarmist tone after a while: "It is indeed an unexpected realm, so I won't say much, for fear of scaring Xiao Baizhu."
Bai Zhutan opened his mouth half-opened and nodded quickly, not daring to ask further questions.
Sure enough,
Taoist crouching tiger, hidden dragon, Bai Zhu, even if he has cultivated hard to half a step to become a god, he is still an insignificant little radish!
Above the tomb of the gods, the decisive battle has begun.
Those who set foot on the earth cannot see the scenery above the clouds clearly, they can only see the golden thunder and lightning flashing through the thick clouds, they cannot hear the thunder, but the sense of destruction spreads throughout the universe with absolute silence, and everyone To be able to feel the coercion from the Nine Heavens above is the wrath of the sky.
The heavy snow fell again.
Shards of flesh and blood mingled in the snow.
Lin Shouxi helped Wang Erguan heal his injury. He twisted out a golden thread, passed through his flesh and blood, and began to mend it. Wang Erguan gritted his teeth, sweating. in the field.
"Should it all be over?" Wang Erguan was lying on the ground, looking at the snow falling from the sky, feeling the freshness of his heart, and asked, "Wait for the king to kill the one parasitized by the evil **** of mourning." Li Zhenren, is this world peaceful?"
"Maybe."
Lin Shouxi said.
The God of Wisdom is already at the end of his battle, and the Lord of the Gray Tomb is still being reborn in the snowfield of the dead. Although the God of Mourning comes to the present from the rift in the future through the medium of Li Zhenren, it is about to be wiped out. The terrifying cloud that shrouded the heads of human beings has gradually dissipated, and the bright light has penetrated through the gaps in the clouds and leaked to the land full of holes.
But...
The God of Mourning, shouldn't be so weak?
Although Lin Shouxi has formed a divine elixir, he knows that he is still not the real Nine Ming Sage King, and he definitely does not have the power to easily kill the Primordial Evil God. Could it be...
"Why are you here?"
At this time, a voice sounded.
Lin Shouxi looked back.
In the heavy snow, Chu Miao floated there.
"Empress, why are you here?" Bai Zhu stood up.
"I... am here to find you."
Chu Miao frowned slightly, showing a look of doubt: "Bai Zhu, why are you still here? The decisive battle between you and Tong Luan is imminent, why don't you start?"
"The decisive battle with Tong Luan?"
Bai Zhu stared blankly at Chu Miao, stood on tiptoe, touched Chu Miao's forehead, and said curiously, "What nonsense are you talking about? The decisive battle between Bai Zhu and Tong Luan won't be in a month's time." Is it something? When the matter here is over, Bai Zhu can calm down and practice. One month should be enough for Bai Zhu to slowly figure it out, break into the human god, and defeat Tong Luan!"
Bai Zhu's self-confidence is not nonsense. At the moment when Lin Shouxi Shendan was refined, Bai Zhu seemed to be wrapped in the spring breeze, and felt infinite tenderness and warmth. She was like a seedling that had just received the sun and rain. Got the sun and ready to grow.
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"What are you talking about?"
Chu Miao was even more surprised, and said, "Hasn't it already been a month? The duel between you and Tong Luan is tomorrow, and I thought you had already rushed to Patriarch Mountain. Bai Zhu...you, are you here?" Are you deceiving yourself?"
"What?"
Bai Zhu was completely confused: "What month? Didn't we just go to the palace to attend the funeral yesterday? Where did we get a month?"
At this point, Chu Miao completely sensed that something was wrong, she pursed her lips into a line, and said coldly: "The funeral was a month ago."
A month ago? "
"Well, we were parting outside the snowfield at the time. Afterwards, I finished the funeral and came out to look for you. I went to Shenshou Mountain first, but I didn't find it. I thought that you might have gone to Yunkong Mountain with Master Li to attend the Centennial Ceremony , I was very worried about the battle for the Dao, so I went to Yunkong Mountain, but I couldn't find it. When I was worried, I saw a vision here, so I came, so..."
Chu Miao hesitated to speak.
Obviously, in Bai Zhu's eyes, a day is already a whole month in Chu Miao's perspective.
"We made such a big noise here, you didn't notice it at all?" Bai Zhu asked.
"No."
Chu Miao shook her head. In her eyes, the world was calm and there was no catastrophe or turmoil.
"What the **** is going on?"
Bai Zhu was dizzy, thinking that if it really took a month, then he himself
Isn't the duel with Tong Luan...
"It's the future law." Lin Shouxi's voice cut in: "This place is interfered by my future law and Li Zhenren's. Under the influence of the future law, time has come ahead of time, and where we are now is already a month later. "
Bai Zhu's last sliver of luck is gone.
A month passed in such an inexplicable way, and when she came to her senses, the deadline for the engagement came in a blink of an eye, and it was time for her to face Tong Luan.
"Bai Zhu...it's over."
Bai Zhu's slender legs softened, and her delicate body swayed in the cold wind, as if she was about to fall.
Shi Yirao straightened her and said, "Bai Zhu is the number one fairy today, so it's not okay to be so depressed."
"Why did my sister come to laugh at me?" Bai Zhu was aggrieved.
She can already imagine the situation in the future - fiasco, being ridiculed, expelled from the school, homeless on the street...
Thinking of this, Bai Zhu collapsed into Shi Yirao's arms.
In order to prove that she was not lying, Chu Miao took out a copy of Shenshan Mansion Newspaper from her bosom and handed it to Bai Zhu. The battle between Bai Zhu and Tong Luan was highly anticipated and took up the entire page.
Where did Bai Zhu dare to look, he quickly buried his head, rubbing left and right, tossing and turning in a dilemma.
"Then... what should we do now?" Chu Miao said softly, "No matter what, Bai Zhu has to make a decision."
"Decision..."
Bai Zhu raised his head, and while arranging his messy hair, he racked his brains thinking, "Anyway, Zushi Mountain must be a must, um... Bai Zhu has to think of an unspeakable secret..."
"I thought Xiao Baizhu had grown up, but I didn't expect to be running away." Seeing this, Chu Miao said helplessly, "If my Yingchan sees you like this, she will be annoyed again."
"Can't I escape when I grow up?" Bai Zhu was not convinced.
Of course, she didn't dare to argue with the senior sister's mother.
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Bai Zhu worked hard to think about countermeasures.
Suddenly.
The icy screech rang out, scaring Bai Zhu into a fright:
"Go to Patriarch Mountain!!"
Bai Zhu looked back and found that Sister Mu, who was sitting cross-legged, had woken up.
Everyone looked at Mu Shijing.
Mu Shijing stood up and looked around, his gaze as sharp as a knife.
"This real Li is too weak. What it contains is not the full power of the God of Mourning. It is just a cover, a cover to delay our time! The main body of the God of Mourning will wake up elsewhere... it I'm about to wake up."
In the tomb of the gods, Mu Shijing killed Master Li.
The tomb of the gods is inherently suppressed by realms, and she has been at the peak of Yuanchi for a full hundred years. Her true strength is incalculable. With the tomb of the gods as the battlefield, she defeated Master Li without any suspense.
Before Li Zhenren died, he made a copper coin out of the last flesh and blood, and threw it on the shell of an ancient golden tortoise.
"The white clouds are light and the loess is thick, and I have a copper smell."
Li Zhenren read a sentence lightly, and died quietly.
But Mu Shijing sensed something was wrong.
The God of Mourning likes to sing, if it is said that Li Zhenren is the last piece it composed, then this piece stopped abruptly after playing a few times, it is hard to believe that it is complete.
Then, she sensed something and looked in the direction of Patriarch Mountain.
She remembered what Lin Shouxi had seen and heard that day.
Lin Shouxi also remembered.
——On that day of heavy rain, he caught a glimpse of a black cloud rolling over the Patriarch Mountain.
At that time, he wanted to investigate, but he didn't have the power to ask the sword Patriarch Mountain, and coupled with the sudden changes in the Holy Land Hall, he had no choice but to let it go.
But now he can.
On Patriarch Mountain.
The snow-white cloud gushes out from the three mountains and ten thousand orifices, and gathers towards the peak of Zushi Mountain, like thousands of ravines rushing, converging into a long river hanging between the top of the clouds and the mountain stream.
Tong Qingyu is over 500 years old this year.
As the former chief of Zhanxie Division,
She has long been in the realm of God and Consummation. If she is placed in a legendary story, she will walk out from the cloud-covered and fog-shrouded mountain at any time to save the building from falling.
The situation has changed for five hundred years, but Tong Qingyu still clearly remembers how she was when she first came to Zushi Mountain.
At that time, she asked the immortal master if there was a technique for cultivating longevity on the mountain. The immortal master smiled mysteriously, stroked his long beard lightly, and said, "I am in the depths of the clouds."
This fairy teacher died three hundred years before her.
In the past, Tong Qingyu was the most standard gifted girl. She was extremely talented and showed her talent and learning.
Her life trajectory is very similar to that of Shi Yirao.
They were all born in aristocratic families, with beautiful looks and elegant demeanor, and they had never failed before Gongyu was born.
But geniuses are also the easiest to die early. In the past, there was a Taoist genius who competed with an oil seller in the skill of piercing copper coins with oil.
Tong Qingyu is not so extreme, but when she lost to Gong Yu, the feeling of the sky falling is still vivid in her memory, so she doesn't want to think about it.
However, looking back now, if it weren't for this failure, her life would indeed be too boring.
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In the dew clear pool.
Tong Qingyu bathed and changed clothes as usual.
The Luqing Pond in winter is warm and warm, and in the faint sound of water, the young herring comes out gracefully, wrapping its milky white body in a piece of red silk casually, and then, she casually makes a formula and bypasses the water. The wind of the body instantly turned into scissors, and cut the red silk into a decent dress in one breath, elegant and charming.
The rest of the red silk floated on the water like broken petals.
When Tong Qingyu walked out of Luqing Pond, her daughter Tong Luan was waiting for her respectfully outside.
Tong Qingyu led her to the top of Patriarch Mountain.
"Luan'er, have you cultivated Taoism for three hundred years, do you have some insights?" Tong Qingyu asked.
"Sentiments... my daughter's realizations are as numerous as the clouds in this mountain. I don't know what my mother wants to hear when she suddenly asks this question?" Tong Luan was puzzled.
"What do you think is the meaning of practicing?" Tong Qingyu asked.
"Meaning?"
Tong Wan knew that his mother never liked to ask such a big question, but when he heard this question today, he was startled, and after thinking about it, he answered: "Cultivating the Tao is like climbing a peak, like climbing the steps of the sky, but asking how to move forward Don't ask about the meaning, since my daughter has practiced Taoism, she is in the realm of the gods, and the enlightened heart is the greatest meaning."
"Really?"
Tong Qingyu said: "I have strictly controlled you since I was a child. How much food you eat and how much water you drink will be calculated on a catty basis. When I am angry, I will scold you and beat you when I am angry. You today Chief Zhanxie has a bright face, but he has received countless slaps behind his back, even so, you are still enlightened?"
"Mother is doing it for the good of her daughter, and she never complains." Tong Luan said.
"Yes."
Tong Qingyu murmured to herself and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.
Tong Luan followed behind, trembling.
Although she has reached a human god, the gap between her human **** and her mother's is still too large. She has thought of many ways to fill this gap. In the end, the only way she can think of is to let her mother To die, but she didn't have the courage to attack and kill, so she could only wait.
She didn't know how long she would have to wait.
But Tong Wan always felt that her mother's tone now seemed to be telling her last words.
Is her time coming too?
Or is she testing her filial piety again?
Tong Wan has mixed feelings.
Above the clouds.
The fairy masters of Patriarch Mountain are dressed like clouds.
They sat cross-legged, quietly waiting for Patriarch Tong Qingyu to preach to them.
Tong Qingyu sat down, her hands were like lotus flowers, and she preached and explained the scriptures for everyone as usual. Then they disappeared one by one, as if the supreme magic dharma was stationed there.
Even though she harbored resentment towards her mother, Tong Luan was still fascinated by what she heard.
The mother who preached is a real fairy, giving people a long way
A sense of inaccessibility.
Tong Luan knew that today Tong Qingyu made an exception to preach to the immortals in order to create momentum for the decisive battle between her and Bai Zhu. The Daoist master of Kongshan completely wiped out the facade of Patriarch Mountain. After a hundred years of forbearance, it's time to fight back.
When Tong Luan was thinking wildly.
Suddenly, ripples appeared in the great formation protecting the Patriarch Mountain.
Tong Luan looked towards where Lianyi was.
Then she thought she was dazzled—she saw the sun, two suns!
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One round is the morning sun rising from the sky, and the other round of the sun quickly crosses the line between the town and the mountain, and hits the mountain protection array straightly. The mountains shook, as if a whole glazed wall had been broken, and the colorful clouds all over the sky were also shattered, falling into countless light and shadows.
"Where is the monster, dare to break into the grand formation of the Patriarch Mountain?" Tong Luan stood up with a sword.
The accident came too suddenly.
Moreover, this is a movement that has not happened in Zushi Mountain for a thousand years.
Patriarch Mountain is far away from the divine wall, and has been able to avoid several catastrophes without harming the foundation. It is also the one with the most solid foundation among the three mountains. They dare not even think about the destruction of the sacred formation of the mountain. think.
There was chaos on the Patriarch Mountain.
Only Tong Qingyu expected everything and was very calm.
"It's finally here." She murmured.
Tong Luan was flustered at first, but seeing her mother's calm and confident expression, she quickly calmed down again.
That's right, mother's calculations, what can't be hidden from her eyes, although I don't know which demon has lost his mind and dared to trespass on the sacred mountain, but unless it is an ancient level evil god, otherwise, In the sacred mountain, who can be the enemy of the mother?
All she has to do is to maintain the tranquility of her Dao heart and not lose her composure.
When the rest of the immortals saw the calm Tong Qingyu in the clouds, they let go of their worries and waited for the fairy to slay the demon.
Tong Qingyu left with a sword.
The morning dew, the colorful clouds, the clouds and the flowing light... everything has turned into a sword, and it is facing the enemy with Tong Qingyu.
Tong Qingyu pointed and pushed.
The first sword was the first to press over.
After one sword strike, thousands of swords were fired together, and they all slashed at the incoming enemy.
The light beams of the three main roads covered the sky, and the scene was magnificent. The immortal masters looked at it from a distance, only thinking that it was the light beams going upstream back toward the fierce sun.
Tong Qingyu's sword exploded after the collision, forming an overwhelming rain of light.
Something that shocked all the immortal masters happened.
After the explosion, it was Tong Qingyu who fell out of the light rain.
All of her three thousand swords were shattered, her red dress was torn, and blood oozes from her tiger's mouth. What is even more unbelievable is that there was a striking palm mark on Tong Qingyu's graceful and noble cheek.
"Mother..."
Tong Luan just felt that the whole world had collapsed.
In recent years, Tong Qingyu's realm has made great strides forward, and in her heart she has not lost the slightest loss to the master of the Taoist sect. Defeated and slapped.
"Is the gap so big?"
Tong Qingyu covered her cheeks, smiled indifferently, and didn't care.
Her figure disappeared in place.
When she reappeared, she had another slap on the cheek.
"I was defeated by your master a hundred years ago, and now I am defeated by you again. Is this my doom?" Tong Qingyu looked at the golden light and asked.
"Tong Fairy doesn't need to be humble, I haven't won yet."
Lin Shouxi's voice sounded from the golden light.
He turned into a streamer and landed in front of Tong Qingyu, his figure gradually became clear from blur.
After hearing what her mother said, Tong Luan stared at the person in shock, and immediately thought of some kind of rumor, "Are you still alive?"
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Xu Xiang was also among the crowd listening to the fairy preaching. When she saw someone coming, she chased after
Recalling the past, he even called him by his first name.
"Lin Shouxi?"
Xu Xiang originally thought that this peerless genius would have been annihilated by the jealousy of the heavens, but seeing him alive now, he felt mixed feelings for a while.
Lin Shouxi turned a deaf ear to their exclamation.
"Tong Qingyu, what do you want to do?" Lin Shouxi asked.
"Can you guess?"
Tong Qingyu Henggu Bingshan's cheeks evoked a provocative smile, as if declaring war.
"There's nothing to guess." Lin Shouxi said coldly, "You have collected thousands of forbidden techniques related to the God of Mourning, and you have established a law in Patriarch Mountain. You just want to hold a ceremony, summon The evil gods are coming. The demons of all ages have loved to invite gods at this altar, which is really nothing new."
"You really think so." Tong Qingyu smiled.
"Could it be that Fairy Tong has other plans?" Lin Shouxi asked.
"Since you think I'm inviting God, then you can find out where this God has gone."
Tong Qingyu actually showed a charming smile, like a little girl addicted to the game of hide-and-seek.
In the past three hundred years, Tong Luan has never seen her mother show such an expression, even when she is in the best mood.
The clouds from Zushi Mountain rose to the sky.
The white clouds seemed to be stained with ink, and suddenly turned black.
Dark clouds are like weaving.
On the Patriarch Mountain, which was sunny and bright before, it is a sign of the approaching end in a blink of an eye.
Lin Shouxi looked towards the black cloud. This time, he saw the cloudy eyes again. , to spy on the secrets of the depths of the sea during the voyage.
This time, Lin Shouxi didn't hesitate at all. He directly sacrificed the golden flame, knelt the mother and daughter on the ground, restrained them temporarily, and then broke through the thick cloud and penetrated into the thin flesh of the eye.
His eyes faded away.
"Is it another blindfold?"
Lin Shouxi looked at this mysterious evil eye that collapsed at the touch of a touch, feeling slightly irritable while disappointed.
Just as Lin Shouxi was about to fall back to the top of the mountain, he glanced down.
This look made him freeze.
The ring-shaped building of the Patriarch Hall surrounds a huge black abyss. Above the abyss, a huge meat ball is suspended. The meat ball is composed of many different faces and limbs, densely packed, and Outside the meat ball, there are countless ring-shaped French, French or golden purple or scarlet green. They are interlaced and nested with each other. They seem to be complicated and disorderly, but in fact they are strictly ordered.
This meat ball is not something else, it is really the slough of the ancestor.
And this patriarch's slough is the foundation of most of the sacred mountain's cultivation. In the past, Lin Shouxi thought that the ancestor's slough was well preserved, but looking at it now, it can't even maintain its human shape.
What's more terrible is that Lin Shouxi can clearly feel its evil nature in this spherical meat ball. This meat ball is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something is gestating in its body!
"Tong Qingyu, what have you done?" Lin Shouxi asked sharply.
"Obviously, the **** of mourning will wake up in the slough of the patriarch." Tong Qingyu said.
"Are you crazy?"
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"I'm sober."
Tong Qingyu said: "If you want to deceive such an evil **** willingly from the future, this is the best way and the only choice."
"The slough of the patriarch plus the **** of mourning? What kind of monster do you want to create?" Lin Shouxi asked sharply, "Is the head of Patriarch Mountain and the head teacher dead? How could you actually watch you do this?"
"They didn't die, on the contrary, they supported my decision." Tong Qingyu said.
"How is it possible?"
"How is it impossible?"
Tong Qingyu looked at Lin Shouxi and said, "A hundred years ago, the patriarch woke up once, and he chose to descend after waking up, but the patriarch descended to a world on the other side. Arrived, although the facts are unacceptable, but both the chief seat and the head teacher know that the patriarch actually has nothing to do
The Dhamma has truly come to this world. From the moment he became a fairy, he was completely cut off from the mortal world. "
Tong Qingyu sighed helplessly. She looked at Lin Shouxi calmly and said, "The other side is not our world. The evil gods and evil spirits here have not been exterminated. We have worked so hard to support our patriarch. Why should he protect that irrelevant world?" In the past, there was a legend that when the world was destroyed, the ancestor would show up to save the world. I have believed in it for hundreds of years, but now it seems that it is all a lie that stabilizes people's hearts. The ancestor will never come, and the ancestor has long since abandoned it. We..."
"He abandoned us first!!"
Tong Qingyu's tone became heavier. After panting, she calmed down a little and continued:
"The **** of mourning can't resist the temptation of the patriarch's shell, even if it knows it's a trap, it will take the risk... Look, am I right?"
Lin Shouxi looked at the tiny meat granules constantly growing on the surface of the meat ball, and watched them scurrying like a colony of ants, and felt a chill in his heart.
If there is no patriarch, even if he and Mu Shijing were not killed by the emperor in the battle of the dead city, he and Mu Shijing would have died because of the collapse of the world. He had never met the patriarch, but the patriarch was his savior. Can you watch the patriarch's remains being so desecrated?
"The slough of the patriarch is not only the slough, but also the foundation of the entire cultivation world hidden in it! If this foundation is destroyed, all the cultivation methods for thousands of years will be burned!" Lin Shouxi sternly said.
"Isn't this better?" Tong Qingyu said lazily.
"What did you say?"
"What's the point of being an immortal in this world? Even if you cultivate to a human god, you'll just be crushed to death by the finger of the evil god. Ascension is even more meaningless. The outside world is full of evil spirits that are more terrifying than the evil god. Even if a human monk can Flying through this heavy sky is just entering a darker and colder prison, which is meaningless! Fighting with the sky and the earth is nothing but self-deceiving nonsense. In the final analysis ~IndoMTL.com~ is just... Fight!"
Tong Qingyu was cut off with both wrists, directly tearing away the golden flames that bound Lin Shouxi's wrists, she raised her **** arms, pointed down the mountain, and said, "Do you know how many resources it takes to raise a cultivator? Only 10,000 mortals can provide a monk to advance to the fairyland! How can the monks in the fairyland give back to all living beings? Do you kill demons and demons?
Heh, killing demons and eliminating demons is just a nice word to say. If there is no law to force it, how many immortals are willing to join our evil division? The vast majority of monks are just immortals on the mountain and bandits below the mountain. They bully the weak, kill people without counting, and plunder countless treasures. Now there is still a big enemy coming. Those things know how to restrain themselves. The dragon corpse is no longer a threat to life and death, so what will these so-called immortals become? "
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Tong Qingyu's extremely beautiful pupils flickered ferociously. This ferociousness was like a sharp blade hidden in its sheath for thousands of years, and it finally showed its edge today.
"Actually, I know all about it... The three great mountains never killed any evil gods. Only gods can kill gods. Behind the demise of evil gods is the internal friction of the ancient gods. Their deaths have nothing to do with people. "
"The so-called Three Great Mountains are nothing more than three maggots that crush the bones and **** the marrow on the heads of all living beings in the name of immortals!"
"Sooner or later, these immortals will become the new evil gods!"
"Wouldn't it be better if I killed another future evil **** when I killed the **** of mourning?"
Tong Qingyu laughed. She pointed to the Patriarch Mountain at her feet, glanced around and pointed at herself, crying and laughing: "We are the enemies of all living beings!"