[Comprehensive] Happy to be a father

If one considers a hundred years as one day, the wind and clouds in the sky should be like the mortal world, with turbulent waves and endless ups and downs.

Prince Changqin sat quietly on the edge of the window sill. Recently, he fell in love with the state of thinking alone. The red rain of blood outside was still falling non-stop. They were thin, silent but irresistible. Everywhere in the human world, no matter what kind of creature you are, high or low, is rapidly and irreversibly deformed under this terrifying blood rain.At such a moment, for the first time, those lives that had completely different appearances stood at the same level for the first time.

They are all the same, in the face of the disaster that swept across the Three Realms... like ants.

The person who came here to look for the "Master Shen" was either a fairy god who escaped from the heavenly palace, or a ghost god under the protection of Emperor Wa or Yama in the earth realm.The prince Changqin has been away from that heavenly palace for too long, so long that he has completely forgotten the years when he was an "immortal", but no matter what kind of identity the visitor concealed, he has nothing to do with him. In any relationship, he is just a newborn "demon" who has decided to give up all his past.

But...Leshen?Qin demon?Is it meaningful to face the unrecognizable Three Realms today?

Pointless.

Prince Changqin also knew this, and what he also knew was that with the power he possessed now, in the upcoming battle, he might not be able to play a key role in determining the outcome of the war.But things in this world are inherently helpless. Sometimes, some things, if you don't want to do them, you can cover your head and face as if they don't exist.Prince Changqin has been in this mortal world for thousands of years, and his past experience has taught him this.

What was the obsession with wanting to survive even when crossing the soul? These were all in that strange illusion at that time. At the moment when he was about to die, he asked himself, although he was rescued by "Fuxi" later. After returning home, the last ray of unwillingness still surged in his heart. Maybe he was unwilling to give up hope at the beginning, but afterward, it was probably just unwillingness and resentment for what he encountered.

Although both "Fuxi" and the "Master Shen" once said that what they encountered was something like a "illusion", even now, Prince Changqin still can't discern anything wrong from it. Rationality pulls him back from time to time, and beyond emotion, he even believes that this absurd reality is really an "illusion".

And the more it is judged to be false, the more the prince Changqin is afraid of that world.Before stepping into the magic way, he purposely searched for the Wumeng Linggu in the southern border, and felt exactly the same enchantment as he had experienced "before", as well as the unique and familiar architectural style in the enchantment. Wu Zhu's mother and son, but in the cave in the forbidden area of ​​the village, there was a wave of evil spirit unique to the fierce sword Fenji. When the prince Changqin was standing at the entrance of the cave, he had already felt the attraction of the other half of his soul in the sword.

Was that really an illusion?Or, one day in the future, a young man named "Baili Tusu" will be born in this village... In fact, it is not an illusion at all, but a fragment from the future. The end of being reduced to the end is to show the end that he deserves?

Prince Changqin still doesn't know.

He glanced at his own figure, raised his head and took a sip of the sake in the glass. A gust of wind blew in, and a wisp of rain from outside the window fluttered in, dripping on the wooden tabletop in the house, which was originally smooth and intact. As if scalded, turbid yellow blisters emerged, and the lines on the wooden table were uncontrollably twisted and entwined. A painful and howling human figure appeared on top of the dead thing, and its wide blank eye sockets seemed to be facing the prince. Changqin begged for help, but the malice contained in it was more like trying to drag him into the same situation as herself.

Prince Changqin raised his eyebrows, his expression became stern, and with a flick of his finger, the wine glass shrouded in demonic energy attacked the weird face, but just like the previous attempts, he couldn't cure it. There is also no way to deal with the distortions that occur on people, or in other words, it is even more unable to have any impact on such invisible things.

Dark clouds billowed in the sky, thick clouds covered all the light, the day was as dim as night, and this kind of scenery had shrouded the Three Realms for more than a month.

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The gate of the Heavenly Palace stood there quietly, and a group of people stepped into the void and stood in front of the once glorious and vast Heavenly Palace. The once transparent Milky Way and Star Realm had disappeared from the sky above them, as if stained with blood. Usually, all over the heavenly palace are the tumbling blood-red and drooping sky, and the bright red scars of the sky.

The gods guarding the gate have long since disappeared, and the majestic gate of heaven is also very different from before. The vermilion stone pillars are peeling off, the flat walls are decayed, and the gray mist has replaced the light and aura of the past. In the changed heaven and earth, it seemed that even taking a breath of air brought in a kind of nameless poison, which was as chilly as it was.

Nuwa came here, and beside her was Yan Luo, the night god who had never been born in the earth. Different from the noble and graceful emperor of the earth, this Yama, who watched over the reincarnation of all living beings, had a more majestic and unstoppable character. With a cold and solemn demeanor close to humanity, he was wearing a pitch-black crown, with a long crown made of precious wood from the earth on his head. A pair of night-like eyes stared at this completely strange Tiangong, and the chill in his voice came out: "What a 'Fuxi'!"

In this Yunding Heavenly Palace, apart from the gods who maintain the order of heaven and earth, there are more than a thousand immortals staying here on a daily basis. God, no one came out of this gate of heaven, and if Shang Yang is right, the monsters they have to face today, apart from the god king Fuxi who caused all these mutations, also have the one who was killed. The former immortals that have been polluted and replaced!

"Hasn't Shennong been found yet?" Nuwa frowned and looked at the scene in front of her, and sighed softly, an extremely dangerous premonition beeped in her heart. It had already been born, but when she really came to this source, it swelled and magnified countless times. If she hadn't misunderstood, she and the group of people behind her entered this time. !

Shang Yang was still wrapped up as tightly as that day, he bowed slightly to the goddess, and then said: "Shen Nong has disappeared for too long, but no matter where he is, this mighty event that swept the Three Realms After the natural disaster, there is still no trace of him, I am afraid it is really..."

I'm afraid it really has already encountered an accident.

Shangyang didn't say anything after that, but both Yan Luo and Nuwa understood his unfinished words, and Nuwa said sadly: "Although I have expected it, but in times of crisis, even I can't bear it." It's a fluke, as the three emperors, if there is Shennong's help, there must be a little more life for this trip."

I don't know whether the death of Shennong is related to this alienated "Fuxi". Shang Yang's mind flashed a guess, but this is also a random guess in his mind. There is no evidence to reveal it, so he just thought about it casually. That's all.

Shang Yang magnified his consciousness again, and endured the lure of the ears that became clearer, especially since the place he was in was getting closer to the "source", and he never sensed that there were other people here. Nuwa noticed his probing, put her hand on his shoulder, stopped his probing, and said with a concerned expression: "There is no need for that, since that person has agreed to take action, then when the time comes, he will naturally appear Where he was supposed to be, it wasn't just out of obedience to our request, but because of his own needs."

The pollution revealed by "Fuxi" is also an extremely terrible threat to their group of "surviving" fairy gods. If that person does not want "Fuxi" to swarm more, Then, before they were all sacrificed, it was his most "appropriate" time.

Shang Yang withdrew his consciousness, and his body was shaking a little in a trance. He tried his best to stabilize his figure, and he understood somewhat that if he failed to solve the abnormal changes in the Three Realms this time, he would be left in the In such a weird heavenly palace, he distorted his body and mind, and crawled in front of that group of huge monsters, losing his freedom forever.

A group of intruding gods stepped into the decaying gate of heaven, and the gray mist became thicker and thicker. Yan Luo raised his eyes and waited. Suddenly, his pupils shrank unconsciously, and he subconsciously turned his head. The gust of wind blew across his cheek like a blade, and with a scream, a fairy who was following him suddenly fell down. On his forehead, there was a hollow hole, and on his body, there were gray and black spots. Floating out, not long after, the whole body shriveled up as if shrunken, the bones were covered with a layer of skin, and the inside and outside were black, as if poisoned by a poison that could not be cured.

The time was too fast, and before Yan Luo felt remorse, a thick and sinuous figure burst out of the mist in the direction of the previous attack, the scarlet forked tongue was like the sharpest The knife, accompanied by the sticky rot, and the majestic momentum, suddenly rushed over!

Yan Luo flicked up his long sleeves, and a icy cold light flashed, and a cyan sword in his sleeve pierced the scaled creature. His figure dissipated like a shadow, and suddenly appeared in this attack. Directly above the comer, the long sword that had been facing the tip of his tongue before pierced straight into the comer's huge black eyes, and was about to deprive "it" of its vision!

Nuwa raised her hand to form a magic formula, and a water-like clear curtain stood up in front of them, and the tip of her forked tongue crashed into this "weak" curtain, but it seemed to have hit something extremely strong. The assailant roared furiously against the wall, and it raised its body. Two thick arms stretched out from both sides of its incomparably tall upper body. On the arms, the fingertips of the ten fingers were curved and sharp. Closing his eyes, Yan Luo's sword tip pierced into the scale-like eyelids, and he couldn't make any further progress.

The body that is as tall as five people is raised high, and the tail of the snake is swinging behind it, supporting the figure of this monster. Out of a pure, bestial bloodthirsty desire.

But its face is a human face!

"Gong Gong!" Shang Yang exclaimed.

As one of the eight natural gods under the Three Emperors at the beginning of the world, the status of the Great God of Gonggong can be imagined. Although it has been expected, when he really appears in front of everyone, even if he is lucky The immortal gods can't help but give birth to despair. Like the monster in front of him, there will be six other people in the heavenly palace except Shangyang Yanluo, plus the unknown emperor "Fuxi". Can it really have results?

There are laughing sounds coming from all around, and there are faint singing voices that seem to be whispering in the ear, sometimes sharp, so sharp that the eardrums can't bear the high pitch, sometimes low, so low that even the mood will drop to an underestimated depression, Even the lyrics have an exceptionally weird tone, no one can understand the connotation in it, but they can't help opening their mouths accordingly, and the same indescribable sound comes out of it...

"Calm down!" Yan Luo, who failed in the offensive, stood still in front of the crowd, noticing their strangeness, he frowned tightly, and shouted coldly.

Shang Yang woke up from the chaos dripping with cold sweat, and he was about to fall into that state of losing his sanity completely. At that time, all of them would have to face, not only the situation in front of them. This terrible "Gonggong" will still have the monster transformed by Shangyang... Should he really follow the empress and the others?Shang Yang couldn't help thinking so in his heart.

"Don't think too much." Different from the gentleness of Nuwa Empress, Ye Shen Yan Luo's temper is more serious and withdrawn, and he didn't say much, just took another step forward lightly, leaving only one sentence Haunting in Shang Yang's ears: "You and I have no choice."

That's right, he had no choice for a long time. After touching his uneven face under the cloth, Shang Yang turned his eyes to the direction where the singing came from before.A group of figures in the clothes of the maids of the Heavenly Palace appeared behind the crooked dead wood, noticed his eyes, and all the figures looked over. There were no facial features on "their" faces, and there were only lumps of wriggling flesh... …

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"Crack..." A dead branch with a sharp branch broke under Su Ye's feet. After "Fuxi" decided to show his restrained nature, the Qionghuayushu before the Tiangong also changed its " Appearance", Su Ye once lived leisurely in this Yunding Tiangong for two years, but now, he can no longer see a little bit of the old familiar buildings.

As for the path chosen by "Fuxi", Su Ye actually had guesses as early as in the world of martial arts, but at that time, before knowing the origin of the thorns, his thoughts were only vague and uncertain, and there are endless ways in the world , and the world in the big book is also like the endless stars in the sky. Not all indescribable things will be called "Cthulhu". At that time, he knew too little and had even less contact.

And before "Fuxi" was revealed, Su Ye was still not sure about the system of its power. "Chen Jiu" infected the villagers who followed them out of the village through his own blood, mixed in Su Ye's "pen and ink" The common factors of pollution are by no means owned by the gods who practice clean energy in this world. "Fuxi" was imprisoned and trapped in this world. If the world chosen by Dashu is actually a world with the same essence of his power, it is hard to say that it will not increase the possibility of success for his sobriety.

Su Ye took a few more steps forward, the sky suddenly darkened, and the surging dark red sky was completely covered. Su Ye raised his head and looked at the huge monsters that covered everything in the sky.

The huge monster also lowered its head, and the countless pairs of erect pupils in its body also looked down.

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