Gu Meizhi

If it were you, would you transform into a god?

After some questioning, it was as if an invisible hammer hit Ling Yu's heart hard. He involuntarily took two steps back, and Ning Ziqin's flat voice echoed in his ears. It was him, it was him... …

It was him who was bullied and humiliated by his peers since he was a child, plotted, framed, deceived, betrayed, experienced the death of his close relatives and friends time and time again, penetrated the thick and hard chains with his collarbone and ribs, The heart is crushed into the mud and trampled in every possible way, imprisoned in a dark prison with no day to come——

If it were him, after 20 years of life, once he broke through the seal and regained the power to rival the gods, would he desperately turn into demons, vent all his resentment and resentment, or restrain himself from now on? Dedicate yourself, abandon the past, and be a god without sorrow and joy?

The answer is self-evident.

Almost no one believed that Mei Qingjian would transform into a god.

"..."

Thinking of this, Ling Yu almost wanted to laugh out loud.

He finally understood why Ning Ziqian was not afraid to let him out when he was at the foot of the Seven Killing Cliff.Even though he worked hard to find all the evidence, he still couldn't clear up Mei Qingjian's grievances.

These people in front of them didn't care about Mei Qingjian's innocence at all, they only cared about their own survival.The elders of Zhufeng didn't trust Ning Ziqian, they only believed in the so-called prophecy, which was so powerful.

He almost raised his empty eyes and looked at the people in front of him one by one.

Many Kunlun disciples seemed to be numb and ignorant, and he looked at the teachers ahead.

Elder Tianshu and Elder Tianliang made eye contact with him one by one, and then hastily looked away.Ling Yu couldn't help but stared fixedly at Elder Tiantong.

He rarely returned to Tiantong Peak in these years, but the old man in front of him was almost the same as his childhood memories, still hunched over, wrinkled on his face, and always treated him with a kind look.

"Uncle." Ling Yu called out hoarsely, "You taught me back then that the road ahead for cultivating immortality is boundless, and you must not abandon your original desire——

"We, Kunlun disciples, need to establish our hearts for the world, our lives for the people, our sages for the sages, and peace for all generations to come!" After he spoke, his voice gradually trembled, "You shouldn't... you shouldn't ..."

"..." Elder Tiantong looked up at the golden beam of light rising into the sky in the distance, his slack and dark cheeks trembled, and sighed shyly, "We old guys who have reached the end of their age will die when they die, but you still don't know how to do it." young.

"...In life, there are always many helpless, helpless—"

"What do you mean by helplessness?" Ling Yu clenched the Xihe sword in his hand inch by inch, closed his eyes again and again, and his deep voice seemed to come from his chest.

He breathed a sigh of relief, gradually suppressed the slight trembling, slowly raised his head, looked at the person opposite him impartially, and spoke loudly.

"It's just that people don't do it for themselves, and heaven and earth will destroy it."

In the past, the Kunlun Mountain faction with long halberds and halberds has fallen to this point. It is not enough for the talents to wither, and it is not enough for each other to kill each other. They are all talking about the revitalization of Kunlun and vowing to kill monsters——

Although Chaos is evil, Qiongqi is poisonous, but compared to these hypocrites full of hypocrisy, it is much happier.

"Yes, you all want to live. You are afraid of the four great monsters, so you hand over Mei Qingjian to them as a sacrifice.

"You disdain aliens, so you dare to gather people to humiliate him, but you are afraid of aliens, so once he can break through the seal and regain divine power, you want to kill him—"

He suddenly turned his gaze to Elder Tianshu with his head bowed, his back was straightened, and the light in his eyes gradually brightened.

"If Master insists on going his own way and only believes in Ning Ziqian, I have nothing to say.

"But if there is still a Kunlun disciple in the world, there is still a ray of fire, a ray of light in his heart, and he can still remember Jiang Bie, Lin Niao, and the belief that dead people should not die in vain——

"Even if the Great Desolation Abyss collapses, Kunlun has not yet been cut off."

Hot flames gradually rose from Xihe's sword, just like Ling Yu's state of mind at the moment, he swung the sword suddenly, and the scorching air wrapped around the sword caused all the Kunlun disciples to retreat in a hurry.

As if facing the person on the opposite side, and as if facing his own past years, Ling Yu's mouth had a faint hint of self-deprecating smile.The sword wind howled suddenly, carrying his figure straight into the sky, leaving all the people in Kunlun far away on the spot.

Ordinary people are mediocre, so they have advocated absolute force since the ancient times.Bullying the weak and fearing the hard, this is the root of human nature from ancient times.

He thought, if Mei Qingjian was here, he might not bother to waste such words with them.Fortunately, he said these words for him, which is probably enough.

At this moment, the earth trembled suddenly, and the intermittent golden light completely broke through the black cloud of monster energy that shrouded in mid-air. The brilliance was so bright that the ground trembled and the rocks rolled down. Everyone shouted and rushed to hold their swords flee.

The mountains of Kunlun Mountain were completely collapsed by this majestic air wave, and hot lava erupted from the depths of the Great Desolation Abyss, turning the Qisha Cliff into a sea of ​​flames.

Seen from mid-air, there seems to be a gleaming yellow silhouette remaining in the depths of the flame.

"He, he can transform demons... the world is going to be chaotic."

I don't know which timid Kunlun disciple said this to himself. He looked around in a daze, hoping to get a rebuttal from his companions, but the people around him were only silent.

"..."

"You will not."

Gazing at the bright gold in the sky, Ling Yu murmured.

It was as if the world was just born, and everything was destroyed, leaving only myself and the dazzling red gold brilliance around me.

The golden light on the Chenghuang totem between his eyebrows almost blinded his eyes. As the words of Chaos fell to the ground, the hand clasped on his wrist suddenly burned hot, and the majestic inner breath that did not belong to him ran along the wrist. The pulse gate surged.

Mei Qingjian's eyes went blank, and severe pain broke out as if his skull was bursting.

The surroundings are no longer the great abyss where the sky is collapsing and the earth is sinking, but a void of nothingness.

Mei Qingjian almost curled up into a ball, as if he had become a baby with severed arms and legs, unable to struggle, unable to crawl, unable to even utter a sound, and could only endure the torment that was thrown on him by himself.

Master is gone. ...and no one will protect him anymore.

It was as if a stone was gently thrown into the pool, and suddenly there were slight ripples in his empty mind, which rippled gently, like the whispers of love between lovers, or like a poisonous snake stretching out. Scarlet Snake Letter.

He couldn't tell the difference, only aware that the soft consciousness was slowly persuading him to give up.

Go to sleep, just close your eyes, and the pain, resentment, and sorrow will naturally go away from you...

Why don't you give up? Is your persistence meaningful after losing the last person you cared about?

Mei Qingjian was biting the tip of her tongue, so that there was always a tingle of sobriety in the gentle waves of water, and she desperately resisted not to be dragged into the abyss by this soft voice.

Originally, he had already had a death intention in his heart, but at this moment, his thin subconscious seemed to sense something, and there was an unbroken thin thread pulling him.

Mei Qingjian used all her strength to raise her head and looked around.

The night snow was falling one after another, covering the sky and the earth in white.In the distance, there was a small figure with white hair tied into the head, a child under ten years old, standing alone on the ground holding a sword.

There is a house in front, there is a window under the eaves, and there is a vague figure in the window.The child stared at the shadow eagerly.He stood in the snow for a long time.

When Mei Qingjian finally fell into darkness, this was the scene before her eyes.

He couldn't help asking himself, what is this child waiting for?Can he wait?

……

Maybe he can wait.