Drink Cang Records

After the battle a long time ago, Junlin Huangyu has been sharpening such a god-killing sword.

Those years were too long, and the people who had been around him for a long time gradually walked away, and he realized that he was the only one left... He can lose, but he cannot die.

Junlin Huangyu knew that Xia Gu was faintly panicking under his arrogant and disdainful surface. Xia Gu was too old, and even after swallowing a demigod spirit from the Heavenly Ji Kingdom, he still couldn't conceal his aging. The power that ruled the world of exile looks more like a sobriety before dying.

Xiagu is a king, and the failure of a king is often accompanied by death.

... Just today, there is no better opportunity.

"You ants, how dare you do this—" Xia Gu's empty god body was quickly eroded by the deadly breath, plundering his few vitality, but as a god, he was still shocked and undisturbed.

How can it be?It is clearly the purest source of God.

While thinking about it, Xia Gu suddenly felt a trembling feeling coming from the space, but saw Junlin Huangyu's sword head-on, shattering dozens of layers of divine breath barriers in front of Xia Gu, while Xia Gu hastily stretched out his hand, The tip of the sword also barely stopped in front of his eyebrows.

"Demigod... no, in terms of combat power, it is far beyond the rank of ordinary gods."

"It's not strong enough to kill you."

At this moment, Junlin Huangyu is more like an assassin pressing every step of the way. He is unpretentious, and can even be called simple, one sword after another. Amidst the trembling of skeletons under his feet, Xia Gu's expression is slightly distorted.

He felt that this was like child's play sword after sword, restraining all the dissipated power in the sword, he was like a space barrier bombarded by many great worlds, he was about to leave his throne at any time and stand up to fight a human being !

... No, he cannot leave the throne!

While constantly blocking the fallen angels, while dealing with the offensive of Junlin Huangyu, Xia Gu knew very well that if he left this throne that constantly squeezed his soul for the operation of his body's divine power, he would inevitably cut his own way.

If it weren't for the dead breath on this young god, he would have killed Junlin Huangyu long ago!

Xia Gu looked fiercely at Mu Qingyang, whose pupils were dazed for a moment, and at the same time when he looked back, the roar of the Fallen God behind him had approached a dangerous level.

Returning to his senses in a daze, Mu Qingyang didn't say a word... All he wanted to do was to stay here, entertaining the appetite of Xia Gu and the demons outside the sky, until they lost both sides in the fight.

But Xia Gu seems to have noticed the abnormality on him... Is this self-defeating?

"You want to lure them all to No.30 for three days?" Xia Gu snorted coldly, and said with ruthless eyes: "They know that those who are qualified to compete with the lone gods are their masters, these slaves, fallen angels, I have long been coveting the lonely world...Junlin Huangyu, stop now, and I will not remove the restriction of the endless world!"

Junlin Huangyu knew very well that the ancestor god was there, so Endless Heaven would be his meal. If the ancestor god was not there and the plate broke, it must be the fate of being scrambled for food by wild dogs.

"As a god, you lie too much. Change must be accompanied by sacrifice, and I will not let the lives of those who have passed away go to waste." Junlin Huangyu took a step back, and the long sword of chaos was raised high.

"Then mourn for the people you protect!"

The 33-day barren sky and night suddenly opened, and among the countless pictures that appeared on the sky, Mu Qingyang could see that the entire endless sky had opened up black cavities like sky cracks from different positions, moving like a demon inside. After a moment of prying eyes, something like a demon stretched out its claws from these black cavities!

The living people on the ground, there are peaceful towns, farmers returning home, and monks fighting martial arts. Before they have time to figure out what is in the black cavity, they are swallowed up by the Fallen Angel that crawled out.

end.

...can't wait any longer.

Almost acting faster than thinking, Mu Qingyang reversed his sword and slashed into the thundercloud vortex behind him. After this sword fell into the sea like a mud cow in an instant, in Xia Gu's astonished eyes, under the flash of violent thundercloud, it was like Cangshan withered, And the Fallen Angel who fought to the end also came out.

"Zhaogu—"

This Fallen Angel is obviously not comparable to such a huge monster. They are also called ancient names, and most of them are of the same type as Xia Gu.It's just that he doesn't look like a latecomer who takes the lead, but is covered in bruises.

Zhao Gu saw Mu Qingyang for the first time, and when he grabbed him with a palm, his palm shook slightly, and the whole arm showed an aging state, so he suddenly dodged to the side, and looked at Xia Gu angrily: "This What a god!"

Of course Xia Gu would not answer him, he tried his best to shake Junlin Huangyu away, gasped for two breaths, and then sarcastically said: "Been stung by the lambs in the solitary feeding world?"

"Where did you find these lunatic slaves who can face the ancient gods directly!" Zhao Gu recalled the killings in the Thunder Cloud Dao with tingling scalp, one was stuck outside the boundary, there was no way out, and the other was directly stepping on the gods all the way It took 33 days to kill his corpse, and if he hadn't teamed up with the three ancient gods of his own level to trap the lunatic, he would not have been able to escape.

Xia Gu's heart skipped a beat... He remembered that even Junlin Huangyu couldn't kill in Thunder Cloud Dao and force other old opponents of him not to come to 33 days in time in just a short moment——

who is it?

However, he didn't have time to check what Leiyun Dao was looking for, Zhao Gu had already discovered his predicament, although he didn't dare to act recklessly against Mu Qingyang who possessed strange powers, it still didn't prevent him from attacking his old enemy.

"Are you so weak?" Zhaogu looked at him with a pair of dark eyes and sneered: "The aura of the Mangu three gods is gradually weakening. I think even if I kill that lunatic, I will lose both sides. I can take you alone. At that time, whether it is the young god It’s still endless, and it’s all ownerless.”

"Then come and see if Gu still has the strength to bury you!"

A battle spear flitted out from Zhao Gu's palm, and the power belonging to God slowly condensed. When the power reached its peak, Zhao Gu's eyes suddenly turned, and the spear tip turned in an instant, and the battle spear pointed at Mu Qingyang like a stream of light.

They are the ancient gods of war who have survived countless battles, so they naturally know how to surprise them.

Xia Gu understands that there may not be no chance of victory, but the feeling that this young god gave him just now is completely wrong, and he must win first.

The timing of the appearance of the spear was too hasty, before Junlin Huangyu could make a move. Although the light on the tip of the spear dimmed slightly the moment it touched Mu Qingyang, the spear with powerful divine power pierced through Mu Qingyang's body with a bang. shoulders.

Blood splattered.

All the bones in his body were trembling, Mu Qingyang staggered for a moment, but he didn't escape... Before Xia Gu died, he retreated, just to drag everyone to be buried with him.

"Interesting, don't you retreat? Afraid of being lonely and diverting energy to the endless wilderness? Sacrifice for human beings is a shame for gods... young son." Seeing that the blow worked, Zhaogu's cautiousness also dissipated, and then his face turned cold, and his body turned cold. The shape flashed, and he nailed three cold arrows that were enough to destroy the gods at the position he was just now.

"Young god is a lonely thing." Xia Gu looked gloomy, but he seemed to be looking forward to Zhaogu's blood coming into contact with this son... No one knows better than him that what the fallen god fears most is aging. If Zhaogu is eroded, Then he's still a winner.

Zhao Gu couldn't contain the longing for fresh sources of energy from the depths of his soul, so he teleported directly to Mu Qingyang with his eyes flickering.

"I don't know the secrets of your sacred seat, but obviously, if you don't step down from the altar, you can't survive."

When Zhao Gu said that he stepped on the pool of blood in front of Mu Qingyang, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he also sensed the breath of death. Just when he was about to sneer, he found something out of line.

... Is the shadow of this young son too dark?

From the very beginning, Mu Qingyang had the illusion that his mind was in a fog. As the 33 days went by, it gradually deepened. The moment he looked up at Zhaogu, he felt a strange... appetite.

But Zhao Gu was stunned for a moment, his complexion changed drastically, and he backed up abruptly, the place where he just touched Mu Qingyang's shadow spread black all over his body.

The extremely thick black tangled up like vines, and he lost all control over his body covered in darkness!

Zhaogu looked ferocious, and roared: "You are not a god! Who are you!"

Mu Qingyang felt the roar in his mind, and at the same time when his eyes went blank, he seemed to see all the changes brought about by stepping out of the Yincang Tower from his ignorant self at the beginning, those hatred, greed, bloodthirsty, arrogance, etc. The seeds of love are constantly stripped from my mind, nourishing the shadows under my feet and prolonging them.

The opposite of life is death, the opposite of holiness is evil, and the opposite of the past is the future.

"I——" The aftertaste of a word lingered between her lips and teeth. After a long time, Mu Qingyang slightly raised the corners of her lips, and the smile was somewhat cold.

"Have you ever heard that... bathed in light, God is holy, and the only darkness is the shadow under God's feet?"

God has no shadow, if there is a shadow, then it must be the virtual image accompanied by the Supreme God.

On that snowy night many years ago, Cangsang used his own shadow to save the life of a ghost, and then used the life of the ghost to return to this shadow. Every step he took was nothing but the purgatory that this shadow led him to approach... …

But now, this shadow has also developed an appetite for the hungry ancestor god, and is finally about to come out to make trouble.

——Cang Sang treats me differently than Xia Gu treats Endless Heaven and Desolation?

In the panic-stricken silence, Junlin Huangyu saw that one eye of Mu Qingyang was eroded by gray, as if two consciousnesses were split in one body, and joyful and sad intertwined and distorted laughter came out.

"Exile the slave god...is it worthy to be called a widow in front of Gu?"

……

After Junlin Huangyu came out of Thunder Cloud Road, when he saw Changting Shuangyan who had lost half of his cultivation, the expression of emptiness and despair on his face was relieved.

"King's Landing?"

It was difficult for Changting Shuangyan to decipher whether he was successful or not, so he closed his eyes and said, "Let's talk, I'm done waiting for personnel."

"Xia Gu lost."

Amidst the trembling voice of Junlin Huangyu, Changting Shuangyan was not at all relaxed... He knew that this was a variable event, and it was definitely not a good thing.

Junlin Huangyu calmed down for a moment, and said: "Xia Gu is defeated... There is no way to fight back. The new god is in the shadow of Mu Qingyang, and there is only one last step to change."

"What do you mean?"

When Changting Shuangyan was in doubt, he saw Junlin Huangyu's eyes turned to the other side——

It was a person who could feel the sadness in his eyes who looked at it, and was running towards the existence that had made the biggest joke of his life without knowing what to do.

[I want to know, you are so deceitful, it is fake that you use me. 】

[I want to know, all this is a joke before the end of your laughter. 】

[I want to know, if I chose to stop at Yincang Tower, we will be eternal as before. 】

"Cangsang, tell me, you..." Mu Qing paused, took two steps back, sat down unconsciously, and looked at the frosty figure at the end of the gunpowder with confused eyes.

Cangsang is no longer covered in bone-piercing frosty white, with a large swath of blood red, he turns around, holding the head in his arms... that is Mu Qingyang's only light.

"I'm sorry." Cang Sang said hoarsely.

— the light of the whole world was extinguished.

The author has something to say: The opposite of life is death, the opposite of holiness is evil, and the opposite of the past is the future.

Not only the comparison between the past and the future, but also the opposite in terms of ideology.

This is the God I want to explain, two sides of one body, side by side and opposite.

At this moment, Mu Qingyang returned to the state he was in when he was in Yincang Tower, but unfortunately, he no longer had his peaceful life of fighting and fighting.

Ye Qiukuang really sacrificed to stop those three ancient gods who were at the same level as Xia Gu. Cangsang's human heart returned, but there was no one who could calmly like him to accept him.