Who calls this thing a god?

The person who invites the gods in a dream is the mountain master, and the person who ignites the disaster is still the mountain master.

He has hatred in his heart.

Facing the catastrophe in the world, Mr. Fu Shu couldn't spare the time and energy to angrily ask the mountain master what he hates and why he hates it.

He led the disciples of the sect and the ghosts he raised to resist this scourge.

But it is difficult for man and heaven to fight.

In just seven days, the world of mortals has been devastated.

The north of the city was flooded, and the south of the city was blazing wild;

The soldiers sent by the imperial court and the ghosts condemned by Suyouzong were all swallowed up by this disaster, without exception, without exception.

"Sovereign, all the 32nd Beishan Army died in battle... This is the...relic of Grandmaster Lin."

Mr. Fu Shu stood upright in front of the steps, raised his face and closed his eyes tightly.

"I see."

His voice was still full of air, but there was a hint of hoarseness in it.

"Go back."

There was the sound of the door opening and closing.

Mr. Fu Shu's throat felt sweet, and he slumped heavily into the grand master's chair. He raised his hand to support his forehead, but he didn't see a dark purple figure pacing out of the shadows.

This person looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, frowning slightly, with the corners of his mouth curled downwards. He holds his arms outstretched, trying to maintain calm and pride, but his slightly heavy footsteps still reveal his anxiety.

"Hey." He called out, "The chaos outside is like this, isn't it just courting death for you to send someone there?"

Mr. Fu Shu pinched the center of his eyebrows and called him calmly: "No Ming, you don't understand."

"What do I not understand?" Gu Buming said in a bad tone, "There is nothing more important than your own life! You send them to die, I don't want to be punished by God here. You...you go back to Qing Dynasty with me Go to the Luan fiefdom, where there is the protection of the Phoenix, and death is the last one to die."

Mr. Fushu smiled deeply: "Fenghuang, I have heard that Fenghuang and Qingluan are also born from the same root, but is it true?"

"Really... did you listen to me!"

Gu Buming jumped in front of him with a bang, glared at him fiercely and said, "The world is already rotten! Now the fiefdom of the Yaozu is hot, do you understand!?"

Mr. Fu Shu raised his eyes slightly without changing his expression, the coldness in his eyes was enough to make Gu Buming shut up.

"Buming, the lifespan of the human race is not as good as that of the monster race." He stood up without haste, looking at the distant mountains through the window lattice, "but the human race has things that are more important than life."

"The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. There will be a period later. No sound."

Mr. Fu Shu took off the long sword that had been hanging on the wall all year round and put it on his waist.

This sword was personally given to him by the suzerain of the previous generation, and it was named "Buyou".

We were born in the mud, we are strong and proud, we don't need God's pity and protection.

God is not blessed, this sword is out.

……

Seven days are enough to change the color of the sky and the earth, and reverse the day and night.

In such a situation where he could not protect himself, Shen Hegui in white under the moon held up a place of protection.

He holds an oil-paper umbrella, and wherever he goes, he uses his spiritual power to put out fires, drive floods back to the river, kill evil spirits, and kill ferocious beasts.

He tried his best to save the lives of tens of thousands of people.

Although Mingyue will not come here, she will not change her original intention and walk with you.

The breeze has unknowingly turned into a hurricane.

Standing in this distorted and blurred memory, Lu Chan looked at the devastation of human beings and the purgatory on earth, and watched Shen Hegui bathe in blood on the battlefield, fighting against a thousand with one enemy.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell for a while.

Lu Chan suppressed the dull pain in his chest, silently turned his back and walked towards Suyouzong Mountain.

He meets two people.

The Lord of the Mountain and the High Priest of Xuanwu.

The high priest of Xuanwu was already dying. He sat on the ground leaning on the pillar, stared at the mountain master in front of him with half-closed eyes, and called out one after another: "Mountain master... mountain master, why are you..."

The mountain owner is still covered with a black veil so that people cannot see his face clearly.

He bent down and curled up in pain: "I don't know, I don't know it will be like this... I'm sorry for you... I'm sorry for you!!"

With tears in his eyes, he held Xuanwu's scaly hand and said, "I never thought it would be like this... I never thought it would be like this!!"

His voice echoed in the empty ancestral hall, appearing sharp and mournful.

Xuanwu exhaled more qi than he took in, his eyes were slack, and every time he focused, he fell on the mountain master.

His demeanor gradually became resentful, trembling and raising his hand to point at the mountain master: "I hate you——you ruined Suyouzong...and ruined our home—"

He was on the verge of dying, but at this moment, it seemed as if he had returned to the light, with a golden mark of crow feathers appearing on his forehead.

"Damn you, I want you to live! I want you to live forever! Life is better than death!!!"

Xuanwu screamed more and more mournfully, and saw a flash of blood, and the mountain master suddenly covered his forehead and screamed.

He knelt down on the ground, his forehead hitting the ground with a muffled bang.

The black gauze bamboo hat rolled to the side, and the mountain owner's black hair was scattered on the ground in a mess. He suddenly raised his head, revealing his blood-stained cheeks, which looked so familiar at first glance.

Lu Chan thought for a while, and suddenly he was covered in white sweat.

Isn't this Mr. Fu Shu's face! ?

What's even more incredible is that with Xuanwu's weak curse, the face and facial features of the mountain master gradually distorted under the blood stains.

He no longer looks like Mr. Fu Shu, but instead has the shadow of the high priest of Xuanwu.

The more Lu Chan looked at it, the more frightened he became.

This face... why does this face look so much like... Shen Xuan, Director of the Ninth Bureau?

Xuanwu coughed up blood and foam heavily, and the crow feather imprint on his forehead gradually faded and finally disappeared.

He pointed at the hand of the mountain master and fell to his side feebly. His expression was ashen, and he cursed word by word: "I want you to live the same life as the heaven and the earth, repent forever, and redeem your sins for the rest of your life."

The blood-stained mark on the mountain lord's forehead was shining brightly.

That was Xuanwu's second heart.

Those who accept it will live as long as Xuanwu until the world is destroyed.

The mountain master seemed to be in pain, and he grabbed the front of his clothes tightly, wailing and screaming loudly.

He rolled in the empty hall, wishing to crush his own bones, but all his wounds would be restored by Xuanwu's ability.

He will not die, he will repent and atone all his life.

Shen Xuan.

Shen and Xuan.

The Shen family and Xuanwu.

Lu Chan was a little dazed.

The owner of the mountain is Shen Hegui's master and a sinner in the world of mortals.

Who is Shen Xuan?

Who is Shen Xuan?

Did he pick himself up for atonement, or for Shen Hegui, who he regarded as his own?

Then what is Lu Chan?

A part of the vast common people, a remnant of the evil past, the reincarnation of Shen Hegui in white clothes under the moon.

Which one is Lu Chan?

ridiculous.

He feels sorry for the label of "Resentful God" on Qiyou, so why isn't he, Lu Chan, already up for sale.

In Qiyou's eyes, what is he?

If Lu Chan could look in the mirror, he would surely see the ghost in the mirror, with a livid and ugly expression.

He tightly clenched his fists hidden in his pockets, gritted his teeth and continued walking through this passage.

……

The end of the seventh day, the beginning of the eighth day.

After using his own spiritual power to extinguish the karmic fire of burning heaven, running the black water back to the river, and beheading thousands of demons, Shen Hegui is at the end of his strength, his spiritual sea is exhausted, and he can't even hold his own weapon.

Shen He went back before the world of mortals, walking so fast that the common people could only see his back, but not his pale complexion.

Under Lie Lie's white clothes, there are layers of scars, festering and festering without any medicine, and no clean water source can be found, so he can only kill deer to drink blood.

He has not rested for seven whole days, and every time he closes his eyes, he seems to be able to hear the wailing and crying of the people.

He can't stop.

There is a whole piece of red dust on his shoulders.

The Calamity Seed is buried in the southernmost mountain outside the city.

Ten miles away from the foot of the mountain is already filled with miasma.

Shen Hegui stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the mountains.

He thought of a person, and the people of the world.

He seems to be weighing the pros and cons, and he seems to be recalling the past.

The guiding demon hid in his shelter, looked at his expression carefully, and asked him, "Shen Xianjun, are you really going?"

When Shen Hegui came here, he seemed to relax, and said softly, "I'm going."

"Shen Xianjun seems to have a plan in mind."

Shen Hegui was confused and asked, "Why did you say that?"

Holding his oil-paper umbrella, Xiao Yao smiled and said, "You were laughing just now."

He was silent for a while, then gradually put away his smile, and said calmly, "Yes.... I remembered someone."

The little demon watched his expression all the time, seeing that he restrained himself, he no longer dared to speak, bowed again and again while holding his umbrella, and fled in a hurry.

Shen Hegui knew that there was no time to delay, but before stepping into the miasma, he once again chose to turn his head, looking at the world and the world of mortals behind him.

His gaze was calm and long, as if he saw his sect, his mountain, and his nameless residence through the boundless ruins.

With the nameless Curie.

Children, grow up slowly.

Don't be a god if you can.

Shen Hegui turned around and resolutely walked into the miasma until it swallowed his back.

Without hesitation, he ignited the last spiritual sea with his bare hands as the eye of the formation, and bound him with his body, only for the destruction of the disaster seeds.

He endured the tearing of tens of thousands of evil spirits, and the end of the people in the world going to death.

Shen He saved Hong Chen with his own efforts.

The fire of karma burned his body, but the maliciousness froze his blood.

Hearing that his blood flowed all over the ground before his death, Phoenix wept.

Sunset and moonrise, heaven and earth upside down.

When he was dying, he saw his god coming from a distance, riding a beast, with long hair loose and red clothes hunting.

His god roared and roared, his eyes were shattered, his clothes were disheveled, and his body was covered with dust.

There is a ridiculous red thread tied around the neck of Resentment God, and he raises his hand high, surrounded by evil spirits crying and resentful spirits struggling.

He wants to destroy the common people.

Shen Hegui said: "No."

Just like the tone he used to teach Eleven in the past.

As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Kuan Youshen became obedient and stared blankly at him.

I don't know if I listened to his words or saw his blood.

Shen Hegui smiled and gradually closed his eyes, and said with a sigh:

"Eleven, go into the light—"

into the light.

Not in the gutter.

Don't rot in the soul temple.

into the light.

Don't be a god of resentment.

... go into the light.

eleven.

The author has something to say: Fuck, Hegui and Shiyi are so sad.

Thousands of years ago, the Mid-Autumn Festival was celebrated by Hegui and Eleven together.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival Lu Chan and Qi You spend together.

Let's eat mooncakes together!

祝宝贝们双节快乐！！！你们吃月饼了没有呀～感谢在2020-09-3018:40:28~2020-10-0117:54:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Yunshu;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Yun Shu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!