I will Bury the Gods Chapter 445: Changle

The snow-capped mountains are tens of thousands, and the peak lines are hidden in the clouds. Beyond the jagged ice hills, the rising sun penetrates the snow and ice, shining a streamer in the sky.

The seal and the mountain wall are integrated into one, and they fit together tightly, not like man-made, but more like a masterpiece of uncanny workmanship.

"This seal exhausted the power of the spiritual root that my father bestowed on me. Afterwards, I had to heal my wounds for thirty years before I could finally practice Taoism again. In other words, what is standing in front of you is not Mountains, but the king of emptiness." Standing behind him, Shu Yao spoke slowly.

"I can break it," Lin Shouxi said.

"I'm not worried that you won't be able to break through, I'm worried that you'll spend too much effort and be eaten by the Lord of the Gray Tomb. If you are eaten, the lady will be sad." Shu said.

"Yes, Master, be careful." Chu Lu also said.

Not only Shuyi and Chulu, Gong Yu, Chu Yingchan, Hunquan, Xianyuan and others all came to see him off. "How many years do I have to wait for you this time?" Gong Yu asked.

"Up to seven days." Lin Shouxi promised.

"My evil disciple is full of nonsense, Master, please don't believe me." Chu Yingchan smiled faintly.

"Meow meow-"

The Sanhua cat ran over from the snow field, leaving a series of small cat paw prints.

It jumped up with a whoosh, leaped onto Shuyu's head, walked away with one touch, and jumped onto Xianyuan's head again. After a while, Chan quickly jumped into Gong Yu's arms.

"I went to bed late last night, I thought I couldn't catch up."

The Sanhua cat was wearing a cow-colored cat suit. It rubbed its blackened eye sockets, took out a manuscript from its pocket, handed it to Lin Shouxi, and said, "Here, I wrote this last night. It contains the story of you fighting the enemy bravely and defeating the King of the Gray Tomb. I have already submitted it to the Di Bao of Zhenguo. If it comes true, I will be a prophecy cat... So, you must win .”

Lin Shouxi took it, turned it over, and asked suspiciously: "You must have written two copies, right? I won one and I lost the other?"

「How can you think of me like this...」.

The three-flowered cat's eyes widened, but it was a little guilty. It thought for a while and said, "Well, if you win, I'll write you another copy of The Passion of the Son... um— "

Lin Shouxi covered Sanhuamao's mouth.

"I'll win, it's an auspicious day," he said.

People were more or less nervous, only Hunquan stood quietly with four arms hanging down, like a red-clothed female ghost with a lingering soul. She looked at Lin Shouxi and sneered inexplicably.

"Do you have something to say to me?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"No."

Hunquan shook her head, she seemed to be seriously ill, and she was so angry: "Whether you win or the king of the gray tomb wins, I don't care, because all of this is meaningless, the real enemy is outside the starry sky, we Like ants fighting each other in their nest, they regard light rain as disaster, breeze as catastrophe, and the small mound in front of them as sky-high hills. The goats chased by hunters will trample over them unintentionally, and these so-called emperors and gods will be reduced to ashes.”

As soon as this remark was made, the voices of the people fell silent.

"Sister Hunquan has been like this all these years, don't be surprised."

Xing Yu stood up and said, "Fifty years ago, my sister became obsessed with stargazing and made many utensils for looking up at the starry sky. Shamo, but there is nothing outside the star, except black or black."

Lin Shouxi nodded.

He couldn't help but think of the battle between the Holy Soil Palace and the Outer Territory Demon. In that battle, the Outer Territory Demon showed him the "reality" of the universe with his mind. In front of these gods, the planet is like dust.

These are not things he should think about now. "Stay away."

As he spoke, he walked towards the seal.

Lin Shouxi stretched out his right palm, clasped his four fingers together, and curled his thumb.

He chanted a spell, and then, dazzling

Golden light emerged from his palm, turning into a long golden worm, wrapping tightly around his palm.

This golden worm is the key spirit root.

Then, Lin Shouxi raised his left palm in front of him, straightened his index finger, and clasped his thumb and middle finger, like a pen like an awl. He used the white snow on the peak wall as a paper to write a huge "gate".

As soon as the word "bamboo" came out, Gold Bug reacted immediately, struggling to get inside.

Lin Shouxi twisted the golden flame of the Holy King of Nine Mings into a thin thread, and restrained the struggling golden worm. The golden worm wailed in pain, but Lin Shouxi ignored it and just stared at the word "door".

Under his gaze, the crooked word door actually turned into a door.

The scarlet gold in Lin Shouxi's right palm became heavier and heavier. When the scarlet gold was shining to the extreme, he made a fist with his palm, closed it at his waist, and blasted towards the mountain.

The bright golden light overwhelmed the rising sun, and the entire cloud tomb was covered with hot gold.

The spirit root of the key turned into a golden python in the sea of ​​snow, hitting the mountain wall with its steel-like head, ordering it to open. The mountains began to tremble, and a huge amount of white dust rose up. Not long after, heavy snow fell from the top of the mountain, like a raging tide, engulfing everything.

During the avalanche, a deafening sound rang out.

The spirit root of the key smashed into the door, and the seal that had been immobile for a hundred years finally cracked a crack. As soon as the gap opened, the darkness of the undead imprisoned in it gushed out impatiently.

Then, these undead darkly stopped in front of Lin Shouxi.

Lin Shouxi walked forward, and the darkness receded back. Every time he stepped forward and back, the gushing darkness was forced back into the undead snowfield.

Lin Shouxi passed through the crack and returned to the undead snowfield.

Passing through mountains of corpses of snow disaster beasts and through the ground full of cracks, he saw the clan-killing sword. A hundred years ago, the clan-killing sword was as big as a tower. Now, it has shrunk significantly. lap.

The sword of the Zhu clan was awakened by Lin Shouxi's golden light.

After waking up, it saw Lin Shouxi, instinctively aroused hostility, and stabbed at him.

Then, the Sword of the Killing Clan pierced directly through his body, as if touching a phantom, but failed to hurt him at all.

"I'm a unique being now, you can't kill me." Lin Shouxi said. Shocked, Zhu Clan Zhijian turned around and ran away.

"Where are you going?"

Lin Shouxi stared at it and said, "Everyone says that you and I are the only swords that suppress the world, and we are inseparable in the totem that exorcises evil and avoids disaster. Sword, why do you want to go?" The Sword of the Zhu Clan didn't want to listen to his nonsense, it took advantage of the sobriety brought by this twilight, and quickly swept towards the gap.

It wants to get out of here.

This idea of ​​escaping is almost crazy.

But soon, a ray of golden light descended, transformed into the appearance of Vajra Cutting, and locked the Zhuzu Sword, and then dozens of golden lights chased after it, binding it tightly from the beginning to the end.

"Darkness can imprison you, so can light," Lin Shouxi said. The Clan Killing Sword kept struggling, but in vain.

This sword, which made him and Mu Shijing extremely difficult a hundred years ago, no longer poses any threat to him, but he has not found a way to completely destroy it.

Lin Shouxi continued to walk forward.

In the devastated darkness, the giant king's broken corpse stood upright in the darkness, like an ancient sword stuck upside down on the ground, waiting for the gods to pull it out.

The huge ice block that froze Xiao He was right next to the giant's corpse, and behind the ice block was the dark abyss where the undead were born.

Xiaohe's face is as good as before, her flying skirt looks like the wings of a white bird, and the holy seal that belongs to the emperor emerges between her eyebrows, shining with the sun and the moon.

The darkness kept penetrating into the ice, and Xiao He was like the wick of a lotus lantern, slender and fragile, ready to be annihilated in this ghostly place at any time.

Gong Ying's gentle words echoed in his ears:

"Flame is the shadow of ashes, and light is born from darkness. You should go to your own battlefield, where there is infinite darkness, and it will definitely be your place of nirvana..... Will

Fill in the last incomplete. "

Lin Shouxi walked to the side of the black abyss. The abyss is like a well, unfathomable.

Lin Shouxi opened his golden pupils and looked down. The deep darkness was like skinned boa constrictors, wriggling and twisting, and the shrill sound of a baby crying echoed endlessly in it. , filled with viscous evil spirit, just looking at it will tear people's minds apart and turn them into monsters.

Even though Lin Shouxi had already completed the divine pill, he was still affected.

It was as if a blunt knife had cut through his brain, and the sharp pain threatened to stop him. "Wait for me again."

Lin Shouxi looked at Xiaohe and spoke softly. then.

He jumped down.

The abyss is like a convulsive cavity, closing in an instant, and Lin Shouxi is hidden in it, life and death are uncertain. -...--

The battle on Patriarch Mountain has not stopped yet.

Even though Gong Ying tried her best to restrain herself and lead the evil **** to the clouds, the aftermath of the battle was still like an ax that opened the sky, cutting off the majestic Patriarch Mountain in half.

A hundred years ago.

Gong Ying almost died in order to repel the **** of tide awareness. Thanks to Gong Song who had already paved the way for her, she managed to become a green lotus and survive in the Immortal Kingdom.

Fortunately, in the battle of the dead city, the heaven of another world was destroyed by the emperor. The way of heaven no longer hangs over the heads of all living beings, so in the past hundred years, the way of the world has flourished like never before.

One prospered, one prospered, one destroyed, all destroyed, Gong Ying transformed from a green lotus into a human again, left the Immortal Kingdom, and ascended to the throne of God again, even stronger than before.

"Isn't that enough?"

Gong Ying looked at the Yellow River and Luoshui wrapped around her sleeves, and sighed. The Yellow River and the Luoshui River are narrowing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Three days ago, they were still torrential rivers, but now, they are just like colorful scarves lingering in the arms.

The patriarch's slough entangled by evil gods hangs in the sky, like a corrupted sun, dripping turbid liquid continuously, it sings, its singing is cheerful, like a praise at a celebration banquet.

Under the meat ball, corpses are scattered all over the field.

Mu Shijing and others have not closed their eyes for three days and three nights.

They have been evacuating the people affected by the disaster and guiding them to a relatively safe place. Now, there are ten rooms and ten rooms under the Patriarch Mountain. There are no living people, only corpses piled up in mountains.

The prosperous towns built on the hills have all turned into empty cities. "Can sister Ying win?"

Bai Zhu looked at the sky, worried.

Mu Shijing could sense some battles in the sky, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he didn't answer. Shi Yirao didn't speak.

Only Chu Miao said firmly: "I believe in the Lord Palace Master. A hundred years ago, she was able to repel the God of Consciousness. Today, she can definitely kill Ai Yong... After this battle, the three evil gods will It will no longer exist, and it will be the prosperous age of the human race from now on.”

"I wish."

Mu Shijing looked at the dark sky, and his tone was heavy.

The disaster is imminent, there is no lady in her body who can respond to her, she must become a real lady.

"No matter what the outcome is, we have to leave. If we stay here, we will only make the Lord Palace Master feel helpless." Mu Shijing said as he took out the pills and treasures from the storage ring and distributed them to everyone: " After resting, we will leave immediately."

"Yeah." Everyone responded softly.

"Hey, sister Mu, what is this?" Bai Zhu picked up a bright red Ganoderma lucidum and asked. "Oh, this is Tushii Huo Lingzhi, a treasure I bought in Xijiang." Mu Shijing replied.

"Dousita Fire Ganoderma..."

Bai Zhu remembered what Su Xiying said. Sister Su said, if there are treasures in this world that can skyrocket her cultivation for decades, maybe they can help her break into the realm of the gods. Gone in the mass extinction a hundred years ago.

"Isn't this thing extinct?" Bai Zhu asked. "Really?"

Mu Shijing didn't know either, but she figured it out quickly after thinking for a while, and replied: "I raised them in the underground palace, which is the realm of the gods. They are isolated from the world and should not be punished." The interference of the clan sword.

... Is this thing very precious? "

Bai Zhu nodded vigorously.

Mu Shijing bought it because he was deceived by a female merchant, but he didn't expect it to be a coincidence.

Under Bai Zhu's expectant eyes, Mu Shijing silently took back the Fire Ganoderma lucidum and said, "Since it is so precious, I will keep it as a dowry."

"Hey... Sister Mu!"

When Bai Zhu heard this, she was very anxious. She hugged Mu Shijing's arm and begged again and again: "I'm afraid Sister Mu doesn't know. Among the teachers and wives, Bai Zhu likes Sister Mu the most!"

"Really?"

Mu Shijing took out a mantra stone from nowhere, pressed it in Bai Zhu's hand, and said flatly, "Say it again." Bai Zhu fell silent immediately.

"Okay, don't make trouble, let's set off quickly, it seems that a decisive battle is about to take place." Shi Yirao stood up, looking at the stormy sky with a calm expression.

Chu Miao nodded.

Mu Shijing also packed the storage ring and got up to leave. At this time.

A cold voice sounded from the pile of corpses behind, with resentment and questioning: "Where are you going?"

The women turned around and looked around.

Among the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, a blood-clothed woman with disheveled hair came slowly. She held a **** long knife in her right hand and a beautiful **** head in her left hand.

That is the head of Tong Qingyu.

The head is dead, and the last expression is not pain, but relief. The woman couldn't stop laughing.

She raised her head, revealing a **** face. She is Tong Qingyu's daughter, Tong Luan.

...Undead Snowfield.

Lin Shouxi has been swallowed by the abyss.

At the moment when he was swallowed by the abyss, his body, which was far harder than steel, was destroyed by the darkness like a sharp knife. Cutting back and forth, the sharp pain came from deep in the bone marrow, making his life worse than death.

Soon, Lin Shouxi's flesh and blood were dissolved by the darkness, and the exposed organs were also eaten by the darkness.

Then, strands of darkness entangled his limbs and skeletons, tightly grasping his lonely beating heart. He was like a dragon corpse, and this endless darkness was the root system of the sacred tree that imprisoned him.

Lin Shouxi's bones were firmly restrained.

He lowered his head, looking down from hollow eye sockets. He saw the Lord of the Gray Tomb again.

This king of the gray tomb is completely different from the one a hundred years ago. Today it is more like an embryo, an embryo that is about to break its shell.

It serves the same purpose as Lin Shouxi.

It keeps absorbing the flame of the Nine Ming Holy King refined by Lin Shouxi, intending to complete its new life in absolute light.

Lin Shouxi defends the divine elixir, Huojing, and wrestles desperately with the Lord of the Ash Tomb. This process lasted for days and nights.

In the sharp pain that tore his soul, Lin Shouxi passed out countless times, and stubbornly woke up again and again. His bones were dismantled one by one. In the end, he couldn't even tell whether he was still alive or not. body.

He is like a person lost in the darkness, stubbornly guarding the last spark to prevent it from being completely extinguished. After seven days and seven nights.

Beside Xiaohe.

The closed abyss reopens.

A dark thing squeezed out from the abyss, like a moldy placenta, slowly floated up, crossed the ice that Xiaohe sealed himself, and passed the body of the giant king, and came to the place little by little. Among the cloud tombs.

No one knows whether it is Lin Shouxi or the Lord of the Gray Tomb who came out. In this birth, the Sword of the Killing Clan was the only spectator.

It raised the head of its sword and stared at the sky.

For it, it doesn't matter who wakes up, whether it is the Lord of the Gray Tomb or Lin Shouxi, they will seal it again.

In the bloated black embryo, one eye opened. "You lost." Lin Shouxi's voice sounded.

Sounding at the same time is the sigh of the Lord of the Gray Tomb. In the end, it failed to devour Lin Shouxi's magic pill.

On the contrary, under the weight of the darkness of the undead, its light condensed into an unprecedented force

Some are bright, and Lin Shouxi's last consciousness sticks to this light, and with this light, he explodes into a brand new sun, and he will be reborn accordingly.

Lin Shouxi finally understood the meaning of "cut shadow" in the sword scripture. The sun has no shadows.

When he becomes the sun, that is when he will truly enter Nirvana. But, what is the immeasurable above the Nirvana state?

Lin Shouxi's thin consciousness can't support too much thinking. He must start a new life.

His way of rebirth is simple—explosion!

Light and flame surged in his body, and endless energy gathered at one point. Power and law were disordered in this tiny light particle. With just one thought, the light particle completely exploded!

Lin Shouxi felt unprecedented joy, it was the most thorough tearing, the most thorough emergence, the most thorough new life!

He is like a phoenix bathed in flames, about to fly through the nine heavens and enter a new world. That is the world of gods.

The gods of all ages are watching him.

And he will pass them to a higher place!

He felt it, he felt it, the golden light he shot would tear the whole world apart! Boom-

The black embryo split open. But.

What shot out from the embryo was not golden beams of light, but sticky tentacles that were constantly twisting! They danced and fluttered in the air, extremely absurd, as if they were still dreaming the dream that illuminates all living beings!

The sun hanging in the sky is clearly a brand new evil god! ! Lin Shouxi looked at himself in astonishment.

He is sure that he has eaten the Lord of the Gray Tomb. But...

What went wrong? !

He observed himself intently, only then did he realize that there was an extremely light thing covering his Dao Heart, which he hadn't noticed.

Before he pursued it, the instigator was already laughing:

「Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...the sun, he still wants to be the sun...'"

"It's useless, it's useless...you and the king of the gray tomb are useless, you are all nourishment, you are all nourishment..."

"So stupid, so stupid, I haven't noticed my existence for so long, so stupid and want to become a god? Hahahahaha, wait to be eaten-"

Lin Shouxi looked up.

Above him is the cloud tomb that blocks the sky and the sun.

The white clouds are constantly changing, revealing one after another distorted and weird smiling faces, and the voices are made by them.

The cloud tomb is a living thing!

This cloud tomb spanning through the ages has already given birth to its own consciousness! It is alive, it has been suspended above, gazing at the undead snowfield, gazing at the real country, gazing at the sentient beings here, it does not want to be imprisoned outside the world tree forever, these clouds also want to be free!

Finally, they finally got their chance!

In this battle between light and darkness, Yun Tomb, which inherits light from above and receives darkness from below, is about to become the final winner!

I don't know how long it has been suppressed, and its laughter is wanton and rampant, as if it wants to overthrow the world! However, Yun Tomb soon stopped smiling.

In the darkness, the sound of ice cubes disintegrating can be heard, subtle and ear-piercing. The solid ice that sealed Xiaohe shattered inch by inch.

Xiaohe tore through the ice, her slender body slowly, she breathed lightly, the frost and snow on her eyelashes turned into mist, she looked up, the light of the sky was reflected in her extremely pale eyes clouds.

"You...how could you come out? He didn't become the sun, how could you come out?" Yun Tomb couldn't believe it.

Lin Shouxi was equally confused. "What does it matter?"

Xiaohe smiled softly~IndoMTL.com~She said: "If you are the sun, I will become the emperor, if you are the evil god, I will become the black emperor, you can always illuminate me."

The emperor's holy seal between Xiaohe's eyebrows gradually faded, and the holy robe wrapped around her body also turned into a pure black color. Get flirtatious. The sun and moon rings on her thighs also turned black, absolute darkness

In , her body and hair are even whiter, as white as light.

She floated on the snow field.

The Sword of the Zhu Clan was grasped by her in her hand, and the divine sword bowed its head, not daring to resist.

Xiao He held the Excalibur and looked at the sky-shattering Yun Tomb, the corners of her lips curled up in a seductive arc.

"Just now, were you laughing?" she asked.

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