The cinnabar mole that became a god after escaping from death

The chains engraved with dense mantras are like ghosts, absorbing evil spirits, and firmly bound Shang Qingxing's body.

Fallen Angel was charged, and it was much easier to fight other evil spirits.

The human spirits who had been desperate before seemed to see a way out, and they were all excited and rushed into the dense crowd of monsters.

The law enforcement officials were able to breathe in embarrassment, set up heavy artillery, and cooperated with the purification division, they were able to barely support the balance of the situation.

Bishop Lance was injured in the culling with a super evil monster before, and was forcibly fished out of the battlefield by Wu Zhan and thrown into the safety circle. He said urgently: "My lord bishop!"

Lance took a breath, glanced at the Fallen Angel who couldn't break free from the chain restraint for a while, and finally waved his hand to let them deal with the rest of the demons.

The bishops of various states stood in the security circle, with excited expressions, fearful but excited: "Maybe we can really suppress the Fallen Angel this time!"

Smith said, then turned to look at the archbishop in red under the black and gold banner, and tried to compliment him: "Lord Kolando is indeed the most intelligent and courageous soul! He can even think of taking half of the chains from the restricted space to restrict Suppress the Fallen God!"

Currando closed his eyes, not saying a word to his praise.

Not far away, the battlefield where gunpowder smoke and spiritual power fought was bloody and messy, and countless lives that were once alive lay lifeless on the ground.

Lance felt glaring, looked away, looked at the adult, and said slowly: "Master Kolando, why didn't you sacrifice the chain from the beginning?"

...It was only after Qingxing tortured and killed a lot of people's souls that he delayed his action.

Korando then opened his eyes, looked at Lance, and whispered, "God is cunning."

"Oh Lance, you're just too old-fashioned! If that nasty cat has any dark tricks, our siege today will be a complete failure!" Smith sneered.

Lance lowered his head, as if he accepted the explanation: "Yes."

Around the body is the familiar, young breath of the tree of life, clean and pure.

Where the red beam bound, thick white smoke was burning, as if dissolving corrosion.

Qingxing felt humiliated and angry.

He raised his eyes and stared at the distant crowd.

There were people who wept for their dead companions, and those who were bruised and ecstatic, with the light of survival in their eyes, trying to fight hard.

"The Fallen Angel is bound! Take the opportunity to kill the demon!!"

"Korando is the god of human spirit!"

"Protect Lord Kolando!!"

……

The shouts in the forest were loud and violent, and the hail of bullets, wrapped in sharp spiritual power, all aimed at the figure under the scarlet vortex——

The violent wind and blood spattered, tearing apart the night without mercy, revealing its ferocious true appearance.

The vortex is like a dark bottomless pit with a twisted hole, sucking all the anger and madness into the stomach. In an instant, the mountain top is covered with thick black mist.

The thunder and lightning rumbled and shattered the mist, and the young god gradually revealed his figure from it.

His limbs were bound by chains, hanging in the center of the vortex, with his eyes closed, his face was pale and cold, his thick ink-like hair grew longer and danced wildly in the wind.

The wind and rain rustled, the lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled, and the god slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was like a ghost.

Korando suddenly had a sense of ominous premonition, he clenched the scepter in his hand, and his veins bulged.

When he saw the god looking over, he looked at himself with a half-smile, his eyes were treacherous.

"Get out of the way!" Bishop Lance stood up abruptly, yelling in shock.

However, his intuition came too late, and the next instant, the crimson chains seemed to be unable to bear the wrath of God anymore, and burst open suddenly.

The vortex turned into a sea of ​​scarlet flames, and the shattered flames fell into the sea of ​​people like shooting stars, burning blazingly.

The screams of terror and tearing instantly resounded through the valley, and the souls ignited by the fire spread out in fear and despair.

"Help!!!!!!" A young voice was crying sharply, his face distorted in horror, and he staggered towards the safety circle, "Master Kolando! Help——"

A sharp spiritual force pierced his temple instantly, and his dilated pupils were drowned by the gurgling blood, and they became silent for a moment.

The red fire was burning, and in the next second, the blood had already turned into black powder along with the body, and was blown away by the wind.

Korando withdrew his hand slowly, sighed, and closed his eyes.

"...It's really interesting."

Suddenly there was a deep laughter in my ears.

Korando opened his eyes abruptly.

"God, God——" Smith's panic was cut off by a green blade.

His head rolled to the ground, rumbled into the flames.

Blood spattered, but Qing Xing seemed to have done something dispensable, and he didn't even give the other half of his eyes.

The Bishop of Lance on the side was full of astonishment, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, his face was ashen, and he stared blankly at Qing Xing's back.

Ke Rando held the scepter in his hand, layers of cold sweat broke out on his back, but his eyes remained calm: "You have committed another murder."

Qing Xing was not surprised that he knew that the tree of life controlled itself.

"Why," he smiled slightly, and approached, "Didn't you think that this seat can break the chain of prohibition?"

Korando was so blood spurted by the divine power in front of him that he could hardly breathe. He held the scepter and took a deep breath: "...Master God."

Hearing this address, Qing Xing looked cold and stared at him condescendingly.

As the best human spirit, Korando has lived for many years.

Ever since the tree of life was voluntarily banned, he has sat firmly on the high position of the archbishop in red, under one god and above all spirits, enjoying countless respect and love.

Qingxing naturally also felt that Bishop William imprisoned the gods and tried to control the holy court. It is impossible for Korando to be ignorant, or even conniving, but there is no reason or evidence.

But this did not delay his death.

Qingxing narrowed his eyes.

A lot of karma has been created tonight, and killing another Korando with a deep soul will inevitably trigger the forced correction of the tree of life.

Perhaps it would be a good choice to capture people alive and force them to find out the whereabouts of the tree of life itself.

As for Pei Chu... sooner or later he will not be able to escape his control, and he is not in a hurry at this moment.

Lightning and thunder rumbled, and a green blade glowed in the sea of ​​flames, which made Korando's eyes heavy.

"Qingxing!" Bishop Lance rushed forward, looked at him, his voice was trembling and old, "Stop killing people, accept purification, one day..."

Impatient, Qingxing directly raised his hand to push the person back to the tree trunk beside him. Bishop Lance's face turned pale immediately, and he passed out.

"Bishop Lance!!!"

Wu Zhan was far away, only had time to see Lance's fallen figure, and immediately roared in grief.

He exploded and dragged his extremely exhausted body to rush forward, but his strength was exhausted, and he rolled into the mud in embarrassment.

The heavy rain poured down, Wu Zhan raised his head panting/breathing, his face was reflected by the flames full of hatred, and he pulled the switch in his hand.

The heavy artillery smashed through the wind, blasting at the figure in front of him, and the hurricane roared, scratching deep cracks on the ground.

Qingxing didn't dodge, and took his blow completely.

However, when the gunpowder smoke dissipated, the slender figure remained motionless, looking over with a blank expression.

Wu Zhan also knew that he was helpless, he knelt in the muddy water, his eyes were red with despair.

The fog in the deep forest was heavy, the thunder wailed, cries mixed with frightened screams, everything was lifeless despair.

The gods looked down at all this, and there seemed to be pity in their eyes, but also mocking.

Korando stared at his side face vigilantly, and slowly moved his thumb to the protrusion in the center of the scepter.

Qingxing noticed his movement, squinted his eyes, and was about to strike, but the moment the green blade struck, he was suddenly interrupted by a strike.

Xin Rui's face was already pale, but his eyes were firm. He gritted his teeth and silently formed a purification circle: "Master Kolando! Get out of here!"

Korando's eyes flickered slightly, and he sighed, "Good boy."

Xin Rui didn't intend to look at his expression, but just stared at the figure in front of him: "Qing Xing, stop."

The young god seemed to have heard some ridiculous words, and raised the corners of his lips slightly, but his tone was serious: "Do you think that I won't kill you?"

Several sharp blades exploded in an instant, and the dark green glowed strangely, dazzling.

Xin Rui gritted his teeth, kept silent, and silently deepened the purification circle.

Qingxing sneered indifferently.

He raised his hand and aimed the sharp blade at Xin Rui's throat. The moment he attacked, he was inexplicably blocked by a gust of wind coming from nowhere.

The wind was clean and pure, piercing through the rainstorm silently and blowing away the fog.

Qingxing suddenly raised his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there are bright spots of light flying and spreading, like a light-colored glow, spreading out lightly, covering the entire mountain top.

The moment Xiahui landed on the ground, the light of the sky instantly opened up. It was clearly early autumn, but it seemed as if the broken snow had melted away, and it was so cold to the bone.

For a moment, all the spiritual creatures in the forest unconsciously held their breath, raised their heads in a daze, and looked up at the afterglow of this grand miracle.

A figure walked towards the light, walking slowly, it was a "boy".

He lowered his eyes, his face was pure and peaceful, but his whole body seemed to be filled with the cold snowstorm of thousands of years, revealing an awe-inspiring and divine threat.

The wanton wind blew his long golden hair, and the side face was covered with a thin golden velvet light.

The young man opened his eyes silently, the pupil color was the purest sea blue.

Qing Xing fixedly stared at his figure, his eyes suddenly shook.

The light of the sky finally penetrated the dense fog, and the figure of the god was completely exposed to everyone's eyes——behind him were nine snow-white fluffy tails.

When the wind blows, there is a soft light of snow color.

Someone suddenly thought of something, his pupils dilated unbelievably, and tremblingly murmured: "Nine-tailed cat...it's a nine-tailed cat!"

"The most pure and pure thing, the eternal god nine-tailed cat!!"

The man was overjoyed and then sad, and his heart was agitated. He knelt down and cried bitterly, staggered and lay down at Xueguang's feet, mournful and distressed: "The gods are above, please! Please save all sentient beings! Slay the fallen angel!"

Hearing the movement, the human spirits who had lost their survival instincts long ago seemed to have grasped at straws, and immediately fell to their knees in panic and numbness, crying and begging: "Please save all sentient beings! Kill the Fallen Angel—"

Under the clear snow, all beings are desperate, crawling and kneeling densely in the pool of mud and blood.

Xin Rui raised his head and looked at the figure with a pale face: "...Pei Chu."

The god slowly opened his eyes, his eyes warm and cold.

Across the cold mist, Qing Xing met his gaze, his eyes silently filled with scarlet, full of hatred.

Pei Chu's eyelashes trembled slightly, looking at him, there seemed to be sadness in his eyes.

After a while, he finally closed his eyes slowly, opened his lips slightly, and his lips moved.

The breeze blows his fluffy golden-white long hair, and the young man is thin and thin, as if he will disappear from this world at any time.

Xin Rui heard his voice clearly, clear and full of ancient compassion.

The sound of Pan Ling at the beginning of the purification is cold, distant and deep.

"Purification technique?!" The human spirit reacted instantly, and after being shocked, it was ecstatic. "It's a purification technique! The gods actually recognize our purification technique!"

The surrounding voices were restless, excited, and secretly delighted in their hearts.

Xin Rui's gaze was deep and cold. He clenched the long sword in his hand and said in a trembling voice, "Open your eyes and see who he is."

The joy on Human Ling's face froze, and then he raised his head and looked at the figure in the sky in awe.

The next moment, the admiration in his eyes suddenly shattered, and his face turned pale: "Yes, yes... Pei Chu..."

"how is this possible!"

"impossible!"

"It's definitely not Pei Chu! That lowly cat demon hooked up with the fallen angel—"

The restless clamor suddenly fell silent. At this moment, everyone was a little hard to breathe. Looking at the snow-white figure, they panicked and panicked.

Not long ago, they were even insulting and trying to kill the gods.

...Then, will the gods abandon them? !

Once this idea came up, the crowd panicked and frightened, and they raised their heads preemptively and shouted: "Master God! We only wanted to protect ourselves and did not intend to offend! Please forgive me!"

Immediately afterwards, someone also knelt down and begged, justifying themselves in their words.

Xin Rui took a silent breath and closed his eyes.

Above the sunlight, Pei Chu turned a deaf ear to the restlessness below, with a quiet face, reciting the mantra in a low voice.

The fallen angel's hatred and anger, almost in an instant, rushed directly in front of him, and the black mist dissipated. He raised his hand and tightened Pei Chu's neck, his eyes were ruthless: "...shut up."

The second the slender fingers came into contact with the skin, a sharp tingling pain suddenly arose.

Qing Xing did not let go, the hatred in his eyes was as real as it was, dark and cold: "Pei Chu, I will really kill you."

The fingers tightened inch by inch, and it seemed that when they were touched, the spiritual power of the two sides repelled the pain intolerably, and trembled slightly.

It was difficult to breathe, Pei Chu's complexion gradually became white and transparent, trembling and weak, but the mantra in his mouth never stopped.

It was almost a split second before Qing Xing was about to choke his voice.

The god was furious, and the arrogant hostility exploded and attacked everyone around him indiscriminately, even the spirits below were never spared, and screams of pain resounded through the valley.

Pei Chu's spiritual body was shattered and crumbling by the swift and fierce attack.

With the last bit of consciousness stretched, he murmured the last character.

It wasn't until the pure and thick golden-white magic circle soundlessly spread down that he gently opened his eyes, the pupils turned gray and white, full of sorrow, he hesitated to speak.

The spiritual power of purification through the burning of the soul is scorching and hard to escape.

Qingxing finally lost his last chance, he opened his eyes, the pupils were dark and silent.

"……I will kill you."

The moment he was attached by the purified spiritual power, he said softly.

Pei Chu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his vocal cords had been corroded, and there was only the sound of broken wind.

He finally fell from a height.

In the next second, a rich golden-white light instantly covered the entire deep forest.

The moment it was covered by the purified spiritual power, the evil monster roared and howled, struggling in pain.

However, the magic circle was so strong that even the super evil monster was trapped and unable to move. After a long time, the roar gradually weakened and fell into a deep sleep.

Only the figure in the center of the chaos was still crazily enveloping the rich golden light.

"Human souls are immortal! Fallen Angels will fall into hell forever!"

"Human souls are immortal! Fallen Angels will fall into hell forever!"

……

On the ground, countless excited and angry echoes resounded through the forest.

In the center of the light, the Fallen Angel is slowly opening his eyes, a deep dark tide rises in his pupils, looking down, his face is blurred, and then he is drowned by the golden light.

The spiritual tide in his body burned out and faded away silently. Pei Chu seemed to want to raise his hand, but saw his own transparent fingertips.

In a daze, he opened his mouth amidst the joyous cheers of human beings, and said silently: ... goodbye.

In the next second, the golden light suddenly shattered.

At the moment before, the green blade that broke through the wind suddenly broke out and came straight towards him.

"Pei Chu!!"

There seemed to be someone calling his name hoarsely behind him, but Pei Chu closed his eyes weakly, falling into confusion and couldn't hear clearly.

His last memory stayed on the green blade full of killing intent, and he felt a little sad in a trance.

Fortunately, before the emotion became clearer, his soul finally completely burned out and turned into scattered light.

The boy closed his eyes and slept in the center of the light, quiet and soft.

His body is gradually becoming transparent, and he should be dead.

When the breeze blows, the traces are blurred and finally dissipated by the wind.

At this moment, the giant tree that had been silent for thousands of years in the forbidden area of ​​Dayang Mountain suddenly danced its branches and leaves.

The mountains and rivers mourn, and the tides are born all over the world.

The souls who were still immersed in the joy of being finally saved realized what had happened.

They came back to their senses with smiles on their faces, looked up at the faint light that finally dissipated, froze, then knelt down and bowed their heads, feeling vaguely guilty.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-2522:11:24~2021-05-2623:20:28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 Wen Yuye;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Wen Yuye;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: I can have 2 bottles of Nannan; 1 bottle of Moranling and Mumunan;

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