The years I was in the human world

The ink-splashed painting of mountains and rivers unfolded, and the magnificent landscape slowly appeared before the two of them. Lu Zhouxue embraced Peacock, turned around and threw a "Qi Guan Shan He" at Qi Nankuo who was trying to stop them from leaving. The surging spiritual power exploded instantly. For a moment, the heaven and earth trembled. Lu Zhouxue turned back calmly. He was helpless in the face of Xiao Yueheng, but he was not someone that Qi Nankuo could easily bully.

The unexpected betrayal happened so suddenly that Lu Zhouxue suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down in shock. He thought it was Qi Nankuo's conspiracy, but it turned out to be Kong Que, who was in his arms, who stabbed him in the heart mercilessly. As if afraid that he would have the strength to escape, Kong Que drew her sword and stabbed him again. Her action was fierce and decisive, a fatal blow that she had planned for a long time.

Lu Zhouxue's mind was in a mess for a moment. In that trance, the surrounding Mu Cang Mountains disappeared, and he was pressed to the ground by the elite demons who had caught up with him. His white clothes were mixed with blood and mud, and were extremely dirty. His mind was blank. He didn't understand why he was suddenly betrayed. He looked at Peacock like a bewildered child, but he only saw a deep coldness in the girl's usually bright eyes.

The "why" that Lu Zhouxue was about to ask was suddenly stuck in his throat. It seemed that it didn't matter whether to ask or not. Peacock didn't care about him as much as he thought. Since she didn't care, any reason could be used for betrayal.

But it still hurt a lot, as if the two knives had dug out a piece of his heart. Lu Zhouxue closed his eyes tiredly, hiding his loneliness, and just fell to the ground. He had been on the run for two months, and now he was alone and had nothing. He didn't understand what he had escaped from.

Kong Que looked at the man lying on the ground, slowly pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, and a moment of confusion appeared on her face. It was not that she had no feelings for Lu Zhouxue. She hesitated when the swords were pointed at each other, but in the face of resurrecting her mother, all of this was not worth mentioning. Three months of getting along was nothing. Kong Que's mother had loved her for more than a hundred years, and her decision to abandon Lu Zhouxue was not difficult.

"Well done." Qi Nankuo praised Peacock and locked the unconscious Lu Zhouxue in a special cage and sent him to the old royal capital, where they would complete the final ceremony.

"Will he die?" Peacock did not respond to Qi Nankuo's words, but looked at the cage that was gradually moving away and asked a puzzling question.

"Maybe he will live, maybe he will die." Qi Nankuo's answer was also ambiguous. He paused and added, "Who cares? God will be born, Zhu Huang will be resurrected, and the demon clan, Zhongting, Ghost Mansion, and Demon Lord will all get everything they want. That's enough."

"Yeah, who cares." Kong Que lowered her head and murmured, without refuting Qi Nankuo's words. She seemed to have forgotten one thing, that her mother who was imprisoned in Phoenix Terrace was in the same situation. Now she was doing the same thing as her brother, and if it weren't for Lu Zhouxue, who would care about her?

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Qingyang Palace.

"Xia Si, do you know how to make a kind-hearted person become disheartened from the bottom of his heart?" The man in red clothes, with beautiful skin and handsome appearance, plucked the strings of the zither with his fingertips. The clear and moving sound of the zither lingered in the air. While playing the zither, he talked to the lady in green who was sitting opposite him and drinking tea quietly.

"Everything he believed in was destroyed. All he saw was absurdity, and all he sought was vanity." Qinghe lowered her eyes, her gaze was calm, a strand of black hair fell down her temples. She was dressed simply, which made her face, as beautiful as fire, look elegant and extraordinary. "What do you think, Dongjun?"

Hua Chao paused while playing the zither, then he gently plucked the strings, and the clear sound of the zither continued. He raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Huaixu, then lowered his head and said, "What Xia Si said is nothing more than the ordinary joys and sorrows of the world. Most of the sufferings in the world are like this, and it is really not worth mentioning."

"Love is separated, desire is not obtained, hatred and resentment meet, the five yins are strong, there is no one I love, my wife and children are separated, I have no one to rely on, and I can't die." Hua Chao said slowly, his piano stopped playing, his eyes passed the eaves of Qingyang Palace and fell on the old site of Yuluan Palace. The ruins that collapsed when Sui Mo died are now slowly being rebuilt. It is a sign that the new Snow God will be born. "The palace is rebuilt, but it is a new god who is welcomed. Sui Mo 'died' in the human world."

Qinghe was startled, and followed Hua Chao's gaze. The gradually completed Yuluan Palace was far more prosperous than when it was in the past. From it, one could vaguely see the strength of the new Snow God. Hua Chao quickly withdrew his gaze and sighed softly: "Another God of Killing has come to the world."

"Why do you say that?" Qinghe was born later than Hua Chao, and was not very clear about the trivial matters of the succession of many gods on Mount Buzhou, so he did not understand the deep meaning of Hua Chao's words.

"Gods will perish, not because of their life span, but because of their duties." Hua Chao said, after abandoning worldly desires, most of them have forgotten about life and death. Their life spans are long and endless, and they only seek a natural result. In the end, they will perish in the positions they hold. In other words, they die after devoting themselves to their work. "The old gods have gone, and the new gods are coming. This has been the law since the ancient times."

"Sui Miao is an ancient god older than you and me, with a reserved and docile personality. But in the beginning of the wilderness, the Snow God was not as modest as him." Hua Chao liked Sui Miao's personality, so he got to know him better. Although the gods were cold-hearted, it was hard for old friends to return, so he couldn't help but feel regretful. "Before Sui Miao, Qing Jun Huang Zhong entered the Dao through killing, and eventually died in an evil barrier. There will never be a god like Sui Miao again."

"Why?" Qinghe Zhangxia looked cold and dignified, but in fact she was as hot as fire. She was more upright than the beams in Qingyang Palace of Hua Chao. When Hua Chao spoke more subtly, she could not understand.

"The era of the kingship of the God Realm has arrived. Now the gods headed by the demon ancestor Yao Su and the god of the sun Cang Wu, including the newly born snow god, are all war gods who are mainly fighting for power and force." Hua Chao looked at her helplessly, but finally answered,

"In the Wenshen Sect, the most senior member died at the end of his life, Taihuang was caught up in the godslaying incident, and you and Yize did not survive on the basis of faith, so naturally you cannot intervene in the struggle. Now, only Ke Qin and I are trying to support the Wenshen Sect, and I am afraid that we cannot do it alone. It seems that changes in the God Realm are inevitable."

We are born in the fertile land of heaven and earth. The wind blows for a hundred years in the desert. The four seasons rotate in the human world. The light rain and the setting sun return to the years. Life and death are irreversible. The world is unpredictable. All the people in the secular world are bound by it. Under the rules of heaven, heaven and earth are boundless.

In the dream, there was a vast expanse of flying snow. Someone was chanting God's motto in his ears, calling out for something. Then, the pure white in the void faded into darkness. Lu Zhouxue gradually woke up. He thought everything was over, but he underestimated the determination of those people to keep him alive. He did not die, and he woke up, but he was just alive. His soul was incomplete, and his tendons were broken. He was already a useless person.

The people who imprisoned him must have realized this, and did not make things difficult for him. They did not even bother to use the immortal binding ropes. They simply found shackles that mortals use to bind mortals and locked his hands and legs and that was it. The place where he was imprisoned was not a gloomy prison, but just an ordinary palace. The bricks and stones were covered with traces of time, and the curtains inside were tattered and yellowed. However, it was still better than the dirty and damp prison.

Lu Zhouxue opened his eyes but did not get up from the ground. The knife wound on his chest had been treated, but it still hurt. He deliberately stopped himself from thinking about Peacock's cold and hateful eyes before he lost consciousness. It's not that he wasn't angry, but after seeing the heartless Xiao Yueheng, when Peacock betrayed him, he even had a feeling that it was as he expected. The disappointment in his heart was far greater than his anger. He really loved Peacock.

He probably won't be able to have anything, Lu Zhouxue thought, and slowly curled up into a ball. The intestinal worm in his stomach had grown very large, squeezing his internal organs, causing him constant pain. But now no one would cut it out for him, so he could only bear it himself.

But before he could get over the heart-wrenching pain, the palace door was suddenly kicked open, and then he was pulled up from the ground by his hair. Qi Nankuo looked at him with red eyes, without any grace at all: "Xiao Feng is dead, why are you still alive? Where did you hide his body?"

Lu Zhouxue already had a splitting headache, and this shaking made him even more dizzy. He stretched out a thin hand to grab Qi Nankuo's wrist, and uttered harsh words: "Are you questioning me? If you hadn't cut open his demon pill, how could he have died of exhaustion?"

Qi Nankuo vented his anger at him, but he didn't know that Lu Zhouxue also had resentment towards him. In addition, Lu Zhouxue had been in an unstable state of mind after being betrayed repeatedly in the past few days. Qi Nankuo smashed his head against the wall next to him, and his head was bleeding. He said viciously: "Nonsense, uncle is obviously trying to save you. He can still live for hundreds of years without the demon pill. If it weren't for you, how could he overdraw his life in advance?"

"Yes, he did it for me." Blood flowed from Lu Zhouxue's forehead into his eye sockets, and then flowed to his jaw like tears. He raised his head and looked at Qi Nankuo, sneering, "You are so angry now, is it because he died, or because he didn't die for you? Hmm? You envy me, right?"

"You provoke me like this, do you really think I dare not kill you?" Qi Nankuo's face was full of anger and shame as if his secrets were spoken of. If he said that his reaction was because Xiao Fengzhuo was dead, it would be a huge joke. He had dissected Xiao Fengzhuo's demon pill back then, and now he was even planning to use the latter's life to sacrifice the formation. He didn't show much reaction when he heard from Lu Zhouxue that Xiao Fengzhuo was dead. It's not really true that he had much friendship with Xiao Fengzhuo.

The reason why he came to pick a fight with Lu Zhouxue in such a rage was only because he learned from Ke Rou that Xiao Fengzhuo had overdrawn his life in advance for Lu Zhouxue. He suddenly felt unhappy that his authority had been violated. In his eyes, Xiao Fengzhuo belonged to him, so he naturally couldn't worry about others.

But now Xiao Fengzhuo was dead, and his body was nowhere to be found. Qi Nankuo couldn't find the dead man to settle the score, so his anger naturally fell on Lu Zhouxue, who had benefited from Xiao Fengzhuo's efforts.

"Then why don't you do it?" Lu Zhouxue cherishes his life, but that doesn't mean he is afraid of death. In addition, Peacock has betrayed him. He is now alone and really doesn't take any threats from Qi Nankuo. His face is as pale as a ghost, but he still dares to provoke the Demon King. "Let me guess, they want me to be alive to take the divine bone. Not to mention Zhongting and the Demon Lord, Xiao Yueheng alone will not let you kill me. Am I right? You are really a waste, huh?"

Qi Nankuo made Lu Zhouxue so angry that her face turned blue, but the latter was right. He really didn't dare to do anything, but that didn't mean he couldn't do something to torture Lu Zhouxue. Qi Nankuo's eyes moved down to Lu Zhouxue's belly, which looked like she was pregnant for ten months. He knew what was in her belly. Because he knew, he slowly raised his lips, looked at Lu Zhouxue with a sinister smile and said, "Do you know why the heartbreak Gu is called the heartbreak Gu?"

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"Yueheng, did you hear any sound?" Gongsun Wuyin tilted his head and moved his ears. He seemed to hear someone screaming in pain.

"Don't move." Xiao Yueheng straightened his head, gently gathered Gongsun Wuyin's black hair in his palm, and tied it up with a white jade hairpin. He replied casually, "The Demon King is dealing with people, and his actions may be a little brutal. I'll go and remind him to restrain himself."

After Xiao Yueheng finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the palace where Lu Zhouxue was imprisoned. Before he got close, he smelled a strong smell of blood. Xiao Yueheng stood by the door with his arms folded, and saw Lu Zhouxue lying on the cold stone slab with a dazed look in his eyes. His white hair was stained with blood, like snow that had been stepped into mud. His shirt was open, and there was a huge gaping hole on his stomach. The intestinal worm had been pulled out with its intestines attached, and a little ghost was squatting beside the green worm, slowly gnawing at it.

The Heartbreak Gu was still connected to Lu Zhouxue's blood. Every time the little ghost gnawed at it, the intense pain would torture him to death. He was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to scream. He stared at the beams with empty eyes. He was thinking seriously about a question. Did he owe some evil? Did he have to suffer in the world without any dignity?

"Now that you're here, come and take a look. This Xuefeng looks so thin, but she's able to hold on and is still conscious now." Qi Nankuo didn't do it himself. He just took a cup of tea and sat beside to admire Lu Zhouxue's miserable condition. When he saw Xiao Yueheng coming, he invited him to watch with him.

They were in the old palace of the Immortal Kingdom. Because they had to complete the final ceremony, the leaders of the Ghost Palace, the Final Court, the Demon Clan and the Monster Clan all gathered together peacefully for the time being. They were not unaware of Qi Nankuo's actions of torturing Lu Zhouxue, but as long as the person was not dead, no one would say a word.

"Do you have to make it so bloody?" Xiao Yueheng shook his head and refused. He frowned slightly at the mess on the ground. The little ghost who ate the heart-breaking poison was not his responsibility, but he had lived in Qingfeng and Haoyue after all, and he really couldn't bear to see such a scene. He turned to look at Qi Nankuo and asked, "What do you want to do by torturing him like this?"