Villain: The opening summons the childhood shadow Jiang Yuyan

Ji Wushang's tone was playful: "Why don't you think about it again?"

The black fox stared straight at Ji Wushang, really lost in memory.

The person in front of him is not afraid of the erosion and stickiness of the ink sea, and is immune to its damage.

Isn’t this in line with the holy words left by the Creator God?

The black fox sorted out his thoughts, and believed Ji Wushang's words to [-]%.

However, whether it is true or not is still up for debate.

Ji Wushang smiled: "How is it? Remember?"

"Come with me." The black fox greeted Wubei Wuxi, turned around and walked into the depths of the ink sea, his attitude towards Ji Wushang was not as respectful as Julu and the others.

Ji Wushang didn't care, and followed the black fox.

One person and one fox didn't know how far they had traveled, but a big mountain in front blocked their way.

It is better to say that it is a mountain than a large pile of letters.

This is a mountain of books piled up with volumes of letters.

The mountain of books is suspended above the sea of ​​ink, towering into the clouds, its height is unknown, and there is only a winding path to go up and down.

The black fox stopped and crawled to the foot of the book mountain. After prostrating like a pilgrimage, he stood up and looked at Ji Wushang with a fierce expression on his face: "If you go climbing, if you can't reach the top of the holy mountain, I will let you know that you lied to me." end."

Ji Wushang's mouth twitched.

This f*cking black fox dares to threaten the deity. When the deity comes down from the mountain of books, he will have to take your fur to make a coat.

"You, what kind of eyes are you looking at?" The black fox trembled when he saw Ji Wushang's eyes, and couldn't help being a little annoyed, "Don't be silly, hurry up and climb the mountain."

Ji Wushang withdrew his gaze, and walked towards Shujian Mountain alley.

The moment he stepped onto the mountain of books, Ji Wushang suddenly felt that there seemed to be countless terrifying auras surging from the scrolls of books around him.

He hastily mobilized the Hunyuan Invincible God Demon Body.

As soon as the purple-black aura came out, the countless terrifying auras were instantly crushed and receded like a tide.

With no obstacles, Ji Wushang jumped up and flew straight to the top of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, when the black fox saw this scene, his eyes almost popped out: "Damn it, he is really the person the Chuangshi God said!"

It is very aware of the great terror on the Shushan trail.

Such a tyrannical monster like him can't even get close to the first step, let alone flying in the air.

It seemed that the Chuangshi God made them wait for this person without a doubt.

However, the black fox quickly put away his shocked expression, showing a trace of sadness and loss on his face: "It's good that we're here, our mission has also been completed."

"There is no self in this world, it is already very good to be born in this world."

Ji Wushang didn't know the emotion of the black fox, he had already arrived at the top of the book slip mountain.

There is a long low table and a futon sitting on the edge of the cliff on the top of the mountain. There is a piece of paper on the table, and a diamond-shaped crystal is pressed on the paper.

Looking at the long table, Ji Wushang seemed to see a scene of an elegant literati sitting there quietly reading.

The refined scribe turned his head, stroked his beard and smiled.

A gust of breeze came, the fragrance of ink wafted, and Ji Wushang regained consciousness in a trance, only to find that the long table was empty and there was nothing there.

He walked to the long table, sat down, removed the rhomboid crystal, and looked at the paper.

There are two words with extraordinary charm written on the paper: "Looking back."

Hope to return, who to return?

Ji Wushang remained silent.

He understood that it was the master of the mountain of books and the sea of ​​ink who wanted him to return.

It is conceivable that a gravely wounded and dying refined scholar sat here alone, hoping to see him return before he died.

It's a pity that the Confucian scholars didn't wait for him after all, so they ran out of fuel and died.

blah blah...

The paper in Ji Wushang's hand was soaked by a drop of moisture.

He cried again...

I don't know the origin, I don't know why.

"The deity has returned, and I will eventually know who you are and know your stories."

Ji Wushang got up, collected himself, and headed down the mountain.

Seeing Ji Wushang coming down the mountain, the black fox smiled and said, "It seems that you are really the one whom the Creator asked us to wait for."

Ji Wushang was keenly aware of the change in its attitude before and after, but he was somewhat puzzled.

Could it be that the black fox knew that I was going to skin it and deliberately please it?

The black fox didn't know Ji Wushang's sinister thoughts, so he walked to the foot of Shushan and sat on the ground, and even stretched out his paw to pat the ground beside him: "Do you want to hear my story?"

Ji Wushang felt baffled.

Is this black fox out of his mind?

Even if you are afraid that the deity will pick its skin off, wouldn't it be enough to beg for mercy?

Considering that its overall strength is not bad, it's not that this deity can't be lenient.

How do you get along with...

Puzzled, Ji Wushang took advantage of the situation and sat beside the black fox.

The black fox seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be saying to Ji Wushang: "Husheng, it's actually quite boring."

"I think back then, the God of Creation sat on the top of the mountain and wrote pens on the bamboo slips, and we were born as ordered."

"Six Paths of Reincarnation didn't have us, but they were able to be born in this world. At that time, they were still lamenting the Dao of good luck. It's even lucky."

"It's just that the God of Creation told us later that our destiny was to protect the mountains of books and the sea of ​​ink and wait for one person."

"I didn't expect to wait for countless years."

"But the result is still good. Waiting for you here can be regarded as fulfilling the account of the Creator God."

Ji Wushang didn't interrupt its chatter, but just listened quietly.

From Heihu's words, he knew that the big monsters transformed from the bamboo slips in the ink sea were all created by the master of the fourth temple.

This is also the reason why the black fox honorably calls the Lord of the Fourth Temple the God of Creation.

Create creatures with pen and paper?

Ji Wushang was inexplicably shocked.

What kind of terrifying cultivation must be able to do this.

Heihu changed the topic and continued: "However, I have some regrets, that is, I have never seen the wonderful world outside."

"If there is a chance to go out and see the scenery outside this place, it would be great!"

Ji Wushang frowned: "This is not a difficult task. When I take you out after this trip, you can go wherever you want or not."

Unexpectedly, the black fox shook his head, smiled wryly, and murmured in a low voice: "No chance, no chance..."

"How could there be no chance..." Ji Wushang turned to look at the black fox, but his voice was blocked by the scene in front of him, and he couldn't speak anymore.

At this time, the black fox's body was blurring and shattering, as if it was about to return to the moment when the bamboo slips were broken.

Ji Wushang's expression changed, he stood up abruptly, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

The black fox grinned: "The God of Creation once said that when the mission is completed, life is wiped out."

"Hey, it's actually nothing. I didn't exist in this world, and I was born for so many years without any reason, so I've earned my blood."

"It's good to be born here, grow up here, die here, and hide here."

After speaking, its body slowly began to shatter.

Ji Wushang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

Although these big monsters were created by the Lord of the Fourth Temple, they are also living beings with flesh and blood and thoughts.

He has never been a good person, and he feels that they should have their own freedom and meaning of existence, not just to fulfill the fate waiting for him.