After being dressed as the evil god

"Do you still remember your wish?" Li Quan asked.He seemed to have completely ignored Hun Huan's words, and only focused on Xu Huan in front of him.

"My wish?" Xu Huan breathed out coldly, "Is that my wish?"

He thought of the corpse in the deserted village, they were all puppets in the hands of others.He thought he was walking his own way, but his every move was being influenced by others.His deeds, his experience, everything he has, Liang Guo who got rid of the chaos, Xuan Qingjiao who used him as his arm, Li Quan who is a rare fellow, Aunt Tiao who really helped him, Ah Ci... which one? Not fake?Which one was not destroyed?

Are his thoughts his own?Is the way he chooses his own?

Who is guiding him?Who is controlling him?Who is treating him as a pawn in his hand, leading his illusory life?

"Has your Tao been destroyed?" Li Quan sighed softly.

"Since it's not my way, why can't it be destroyed?" Xu Huan's cold face showed no expression.

He took a step, and the well behind him collapsed, and he was buried together with the stele.He doesn't need anything to remember anymore, and he doesn't need to be disturbed here anymore.

"There is one more thing," Hun Huan's voice whispered in Li Quan's ear, "After you passed away, Xuanniao bound his soul to it in order to protect the Puritan religion."

When Changyang fell, the Xuanqing Sect that enshrined him was severely damaged and almost destroyed.Because of its special totem body, Xuanniao tied himself to Xuanqingjiao, which saved the crumbling Xuanqingjiao at that time.If it weren't for him, Xuanqingjiao wouldn't be able to persist until the chaos is destroyed again.

The reason why Hun Chao only threw the soul of the mysterious bird into the poisonous pool to spend it, but did not directly destroy it, was also for the sake of Xuan Qingjiao - he still had to keep a part of the original true Xuan Qingjiao, so that he could use this to connect Find hell.

"If Xuanqingjiao is destroyed, his remnant soul will be completely wiped out."

"You're right." Li Quan sighed to Xu Huan, "Xuanqingjiao... should have been destroyed long ago."

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed, and an unparalleled force sent Xu Huan away from here.Hun Chao was startled suddenly, he had a bad premonition, although he didn't know what Chang Yang was going to do, he still subconsciously reached out to stop him, he was a step too late, but failed to stop him, Xu Huan's direction was disturbed by his power, he didn't know Where will it go.

On the top of the distant Daqing Mountain, a brush emerged from Changyang's fingertips.

He didn't seem to listen to Hundun's words at all, he didn't seem to care at all about the Xuan Puritanism established by himself, and he didn't care about the only remaining soul of Xuanniao.

When a stroke falls, the heaven and the earth resound like a broken string, and a piano collapses.

In an instant, all the causes and effects related to Xuanqingjiao in the world disappeared.

All the beings in the world who are related to Xuanqingjiao, no matter whether they participate in Xuanqingjiao or not, no matter whether they have come into contact with Xuanqingjiao's secrets or not, at this moment, they all feel something in their hearts.The cause and effect between all living beings and the Xuanqing religion matures in an instant, some people die suddenly, or people recover suddenly from diseases... Various visions appear.No matter the time is right or not, all sentient beings who have planted various causes of Xuan-Puritanism will at this time have obtained various corresponding fruits.This is the result of Changyang's great divine power, and it is the will of the god who personally founded Xuanqingjiao.

After one stroke, the cause and effect are complete, and the mystery does not exist.

Hun Chao was frightened and angry, and there was no time to react.The karma between him and Xuanqingjiao has not been fulfilled—all the karma that points to chaos has been absorbed by the power of chaos, and will never be able to bear fruit. It will only be like a black hole, messing up more and more causal lines.Chang Yang forcibly broke the causal line between him and Xuan Qingjiao.

He didn't understand how Changyang, who was able to spend countless years building the underworld and gain karma for all living beings, would destroy Xuanqingjiao with his own hands?Does he not care about Xuan Puritan anymore?Doesn't he care about Xuanniao?

But Changyang's pen has already been drawn, and there is no Xuan Puritanism in this world.

This is not just that the name Xuanqingjiao no longer exists, it is the complete end of cause and effect.Those people who still existed in Xuanqingjiao, they can no longer communicate in the name and means of Xuanqingjiao, they can no longer be connected through Xuanqingjiao, they are completely scattered.Because everything related to Xuanqingjiao has been completely over.

On the top of Du Mountain in Lu State, Wood sat quietly in the belly of the mountain.He was already used to the coldness and silence here, since the heavy rain a few months ago eliminated the bitterness in the land, the mortals who came to look for him for withered vine juice seldom came.They only came to visit him again at the foot of the mountain when they passed by occasionally, and they couldn't blame them. Their lives were already hard, and every spare moment had to be spent on surviving.

Wood understood them, so he stopped waiting at the foot of the mountain.Those who made a special detour to the foot of the poisonous mountain to visit him, did not have to come again after they found that the ugly fairy had left.

Wood returned to the mountain, leaning on the bitter vines that coiled himself into a giant log, watching the beautiful poisonous fireflies flying.He was used to the solitude here, but later he tasted the liveliness.He remembers those people who came to him; he remembers the child who caressed the flowers that bloomed in his palm; he remembers the night under the full moon, when he walked out of the drug den, in the courtyard of the Li Mansion... He shook it slightly, listened to the sound of water inside, carefully pulled out a little plug, sniffed it from the gap, then covered it again, and put it back safely into a depression at the root of the bitter vine.

On the broad foundation of the bitter vine, there are many depressions made of vines.In these depressions, there are already many things, a kite, a revolving lantern, a few picture books, a few clay figurines... some were brought to him by Ding Qin, some were brought by Jin Yan and Wen Qianzi to Ding Qin for him.The environment here at Dushantou is special, and Ding Qin has no way to open a big hole, so she can only send some small things over from a long distance.

He was used to the cold silence, but now he has expectations.

Sitting at the root of the bitter vine, Mu Mu looked up at the fireflies flying quietly among the white branches.

When he was willing to wait, the time trapped in this dead and silent den was meaningful.

But he suddenly felt a great uneasiness.He felt that something important in him was disappearing, and that feeling was more empty and desolate than being trapped in a poison pool for thousands of years.What is that... what is that?

He felt as if he, too, was disappearing, and he couldn't help feeling terrified, trying desperately to hold on to something.He subconsciously stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched the wine gourd on the bitter vine, but the wine gourd burst open suddenly, and all the wine inside burned.It was only then that Mu Mu realized that his body was covered with flames.

It wasn't just him, the tough and heavy bitter vine also burned, and the bright flames rolled all over the bitter vine, illuminating the dark cave so brightly, just like the day when the gods came.

The branches and leaves of the bitter vine shattered into sparks under the flames, and the bright red colors danced in the heat. This scene was so beautiful, but the tough bitter vine let out an unbearable whine.

The burned branches can no longer support its heavy body, it is just a vine, even if it stacks itself as tall as a tree, it will fall faster than the tree.

The wooden treasure slipped into the water due to the vibration of the bitter vine, and was melted when it first came into contact with the poison in the pool.

Mu Mu jumped into the poisonous pool in panic, and poured the pool water on the bitter vines desperately, but the pool water could not extinguish the flames on the bitter vines, nor could it extinguish the flames on him.

He could only watch helplessly, watching the old vines that had spent tens of millions of years stacking themselves on the top of the cave and exposed to the sun collapse in flames.

He saw the root of the old vine, the coffin of the soul-breathing vine at the bottom, and the corpse in the coffin.

So he was going to die?Mu Mu realized in a daze that he had inherited the last remnant soul of the corpse, so when the last remnant soul of the owner of the corpse died, he would also die.

He looked at the flames burning on his body, those flames were burning on his ugly wood bumps, burning on the pool of water, those clear and terrible poisons were drying up quickly under the flames.

He is about to perish like this pool of water, right?Wood looked at the cave so brightly illuminated by the flames.

In the end, he was the only one here.

……

At the foot of the poisonous mountain.

People can no longer see the ugly god here, so they erected an ugly stone statue of him next to his hut.People say that the disaster is over, and the ugly god went back to practice in the mountains. He went down the mountain just to save people. Now that the disaster is over, the gods will naturally go back.So they put up a statue of the god here, and they can continue to commemorate him and thank him, as if the god is still here.

Meng Er carried a load of firewood to the foot of Poisonous Mountain, it was a few steps more detour than the place he was going to, but it was not too much trouble to turn around, why not come to worship the ugly god?

The roads are slippery in winter, Meng Er bent his head to look at the road, and suddenly felt something and raised his head.He opened his mouth wide in horror.

The poisonous mountain...why did it start to burn? !

Meng Er threw down the firewood on his body and wanted to run instinctively, but before he took a step, he suddenly found something wrong.The mountain is bald in winter, and the bare branches of the trees look grayish brown from a distance, but in this mountain fire that burned the whole mountain, how did the mountain turn green little by little?

The branches burst into green, and soon they were drawn into strips, and flowers bloomed after a while.Green seedlings drilled out of the ground, jumping like children jumping high.In the red flames all over the mountain, it is growing vigorously, as if it is not a flame, but rain.

In such a miracle, Meng Er was suddenly moved in his heart.He was shocked in place, and suddenly heard a long, clear and loud cry in his ears.

He saw a beautiful big bird flying out of the flame.

The mysterious bird of destiny, the phoenix emperor in the fire.