The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

How does it feel to lose someone you cherish? Maybe they will be sad, maybe they will feel hesitant, but at the moment when it suddenly happens, everyone's brains are blank.

The proud and stubborn "eldest princess" of Lingqing, wearing a red dress, disappeared with a gust of wind, leaving no bones behind, and she didn't even say goodbye to them before she died.

"Second, second senior sister..." Liu Mosi called Lin Yi softly, staring intently at the disappearing river in front of her, expecting a miracle to happen. Maybe she will appear in the next moment...

The huge laughter of the god of death brought them back to reality.

"What a fool." He pointed at the resentment that was rising again from heaven behind him, "Is it worth it to get yourself involved in the sins made by others? The marrow-washing river will disappear, but the resentment will not. You gods are so pitifully stupid! "

"Whether she is worth it or not, it's not your turn to comment!"

The immortals in Lingqing were so angry that they all rushed forward with magical weapons in hand, wanting only to tear all the demons into pieces to avenge Lin Yi.

But as soon as they entered Nantianmen, a burst of black energy hit their faces and scattered them.

When the dark atmosphere faded, Mo Yanxu found himself standing alone in a wide and bright room.

There are no other decorations here except a table in the center with a scroll spread out on the table. The scroll records the crimes committed by all the gods and the results of their executions.

Countless people were beheaded, and many more had their hands and feet cut off, their bones and skin peeled off... Some punishments have even been abolished in the mortal world, but they are still preserved in the heavenly world.

Mo Yanxu's back felt cold. He dropped the scroll as if it were some wild beast.

Suddenly, he heard a sob and looked up, only to find that dense shadows had appeared on the wall at some point. Then blood seeped out of the wall. The blood turns into words and is printed on the shadow.

Mo Yanxu read the text above carefully and felt that some of the names seemed to have been seen somewhere. He picked up the scroll again and looked at it, and sure enough he saw the same name on it. But what was recorded on the scroll was completely different from what was written on the wall.

He stared at the bloody words on the shadow, could it be...

"If you say that my demon world is bloodthirsty and cruel, how can you in the fairy world be the same?" The God of Death appeared in mid-air with a smile, looking down at Mo Yansu, "These shadows are the souls of the gods who were beaten and wrongfully sentenced to death. They have suffered. There is no one to complain, and even in death there is no one to save them. Mo Yansu, do you think this kind of heaven is worthy of your service?"

When Mo Yanshu saw him, the anger in his heart was awakened again. He didn't care what the God of Death said, he just took out the Qingcang paperweight from his arms and threw it at him hard!

But the Qingcang paperweight passed through the body of the God of Death without hurting him at all. Mo Yanxu was furious, so he called out his long pen, drew out a spell and hit him with it.

The God of Death did not hide, but just floated in the air and laughed, "I have integrated into my Lord's magic circle, and you can't hurt me. Save some energy and think about how to get out."

Before he finished speaking, he disappeared.

Mo Shuxu was angry and wanted to chase him. But then the shadow on the wall began to shake. Then, they walked out of the wall and all rushed towards Mo Jixu.

He dodged and wrote talismans to deal with them, but he could only suppress them temporarily. These shadows gathered more and more, and the resentment they brought also aroused the negative emotions in Mo Yanxu's heart.

Thinking that he was an upright man and had done no evil, yet he was slandered by traitors and lost his life;

He has been an immortal for thousands of years, without losing his original intention and sacrificing himself for others. However, he lost his master and junior sister and became homeless;

What is the meaning of what he insists on and strives for?

The immortal world has done a lot of injustice and should have perished long ago. Those low-key people had already escaped in a hurry. The God of Death was right. Why should he and his fellow disciples bear the responsibility for the sins they had committed?

The more he thought about it, the more confused and angry he became.

It's better to join these innocent souls...

He looked at the innocent soul running towards him, and then looked down at the Zi Chang pen in his hand.

Suddenly, he smiled with relief, the anger lingering in his heart faded away, and he took out the folding fan.

The fan floated in the sky and turned into a wordless book three feet long and one foot wide.

He held a long pen in his hand and said with a smile: "I think I am not good at magic. I am not a general who can arrange troops in formation, nor a prime minister who can strategize. Not to mention the relationship between heaven and man, the changes in ancient and modern times, and the beginning and end. His lofty ideals reflect his successes and failures. He has been an immortal for several years, but he is just an idiot who knows a few words and can read.

Now I can only write down your grievances, in order to wash away your grievances, and also to remind future generations, hoping that they can find improvements in the future and reduce the number of unjust, false and wrong cases. "

He tapped his toes, flew into the sky, and wrote all the words on the shadow into the wordless book. He saw that the words written by Zi Chang's pen had not disappeared, which proved that they were not lying, and he became more determined to do something for these people. Every time he finished writing an article, a shadow would disappear.

Writing in the Wordless Sky requires strong spiritual power, so non-important things will not be written down easily. From its appearance to the present, the records on it are all about the supreme beings of the immortal world, magic weapons, and strange monsters. No one has ever written into the book the unknown and unknown people who have been wronged.

Mo Jinxu broke the rules and wrote their biographies, but this was tantamount to risking his life. He devoted all his spiritual energy to writing their grievances. So when those shadows came, he couldn't guard against them, and his arms were cut off in an instant.

He screamed in pain and fell heavily to the ground, his clothes instantly stained red with blood. His lips lost color and there was cold sweat on his forehead. But he still endured it and used his mind power to control Zi Changbi.

All the shadows rushed up, tearing at his body and venting their resentment.

He lay on the ground unable to move an inch. To prevent himself from fainting from the pain, he yelled out the words on the shadow...

He just kept thinking like this, even if he was disemboweled, even if he was torn apart... He didn't stop until the last shadow disappeared.

Zi's ​​long pen fell to the ground, and the wordless heavenly book was closed. Mo Yanxu could only move his eyes.

The illusion around him faded away, revealing his true appearance. This place is a heavenly prison in the fairy world. There are still traces of blood on the torture instruments hanging on the wall, and there are still figures of people moving in the prison.

He noticed that they walked out of the cell door, but he could no longer see their faces clearly or hear what they were saying.

He wanted to tell them that if they saw his junior brothers and sisters, he would tell them that he was going to visit the Three Realms and not to forget about him.

But he just opened his mouth, and then turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

Mo is a natural instinct; silence is an acquired pursuit.

He lives because of his words and dies because of his words. Throughout his life, his nature remains unchanged.

"That senior fellow in Lingqing is dead?" Hu Rui said timidly: "What happened to him? Why did he die so miserably?"

Xue Yanran sneered and cursed, "He deserves it. He deserves his retribution!"

"I think his death wasn't miserable enough!" Hu Tianyu spat: "If I hadn't come out late, I would have had to make up for it with two more blows. I wonder if Jiang Zhixia is dead?"

"The death of either her or the Demon King will be detrimental to us." Juan said, "Stop talking, let's go back to Qingqiu and hide while the demonic energy disappears."

Everyone nodded, and just as they were about to leave, laughter suddenly came from the end of the corridor, and then the laughter turned into crying, which sounded very sad and terrifying. Then there was the sound of the cell door opening and a sharp knife scratching the ground.

"Husband, husband...who is that?" Xue Yanran hid behind Hu Tianyu and shivered.

"Father?" Hu Tianyu also looked at Huan uneasily.

"Ignore him, let's leave quickly."

Juan couldn't see clearly who was coming, but his intuition told him that he was coming with bad intentions. He urged them to leave, but suddenly everyone was frozen in place and unable to move.

They couldn't use their magic power and couldn't speak. They only opened their eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

Someone said:

“Yesterday the trees were full of red flowers, but now thousands of branches are empty.

The prosperity comes from the beauty of three springs, but the change comes from the wind of one night.

The time outside the world is self-satisfied, and who is poor in the birth and death of the human world?

A hundred years of great and prosperous events pass by like a dream. "

Then there was another burst of laughter.

The man stood under the candlelight, and only then did everyone see clearly that he was Shangguan Yun.

At this time, his hair was disheveled, he was holding a sword in his right hand, twisting a white rag in his left hand, and kept repeating the poem in his mouth.

He stopped in front of Juan, looking dazed, and asked: "Your Excellency, have you seen my little girl?"

Juan tried hard for a long time but couldn't make a sound and couldn't answer him. He felt that Shangguan Yun was crazy...

Shangguan Yun cried: "She said she was waiting for me at home. She is the head of Xu Xuan... She is very powerful... She fought against the monster dragon... But she is gone... nothing is gone..."

Suddenly he became furious again, raised his sword and shouted: "I have followed the laws of heaven and regulations in my life, guarding the laws of heaven in the immortal world, and I dare not make any mistakes.

But what did I get! ? God lied to me! I swore allegiance to heaven, but in the end I ended up like a white-haired man giving a black-haired man a favor! Mr. Lu Qi lied to me! He said that as long as I do my job well, no matter what happens, he will keep me alive!

If I had known this... I might as well have rebelled against Heaven... My daughter would not have died..."

He pierced Huan's throat with a sword, then cut off Hu Tianyu's head with another sword, and then cried bitterly: "My daughter is gone... I beat her the last time I saw her, just for some bullshit Gangchang... Hahaha , I don’t deserve to be a father!”

He picked up the sword and cut off his left arm, lying on the ground rolling in pain.

Xue Yanran and Hu Rui were so frightened that tears flowed out of their eyes unconsciously. But they couldn't escape and could only watch as Shangguan Yun slowly got up again and staggered to them.

"It's all you..." he said dully: "Why did you become immortals... Why did you become immortals?"

He pierced Xue Yanran's chest with his sword and split Hu Rui in half.

"And... Rong Heng..." He stumbled out, "Kill Rong Heng... Kill Rong Heng... He lied to my daughter... Can't bully Yue'er... If I don't marry him... We won't marry him he……"

In this battle, Lingqing Mo Shenshu fell, and the whereabouts of Shangguan Yun, the former head of Xuxuan, are unknown...