After being dressed as the evil god

"The court of God will send thunder to the world." Wuyou Tiannv made a decision with awe-inspiring eyes.

The world is weird, when there is thunder from the sky.

The Baidi lives in the Shenting, and the power of thunder has always been in the hands of the Shenting.It's just that in the past, the job of the gods was more to sort out the fate of the world, and there were rarely times when thunder was needed.The Golden Thunder Pond in the Divine Court is mostly used for the White Emperor to recuperate.

The White Emperor holds the golden thunder, which is the permanence in the impermanence, the fierce and firmest force in the world.He is self-defense in the golden thunder pool, allowing his power to be used through the golden thunder pool.This power of rigidity and concentration will also be the most powerful force that can eliminate weirdness.

The strange existence escapes the number of numerology, and Taiyin cannot directly locate all the weird places in the world with its supernatural powers.But with the imprint of Shenting, all the gods in Shenting can be seen and killed!

Li Quan smiled and raised his hand to the Goddess Wuyou: "I want to use this incarnation again."

Needless to say, Wuyou Tiannv raised her hands tacitly and shook hands with him.Between the circulation of yin and yang, the secrets of heaven suddenly became blurred.

Since the Xuanqingjiao incident, Li Quan's incarnation has fallen into the eyes of the chaos, and it's okay to walk elsewhere. If he goes to the place controlled by the chaos, he will be directly exposed to the eyes of the chaos.At this time, the existence of this avatar is concealed again by the cycle of yin and yang, and he can continue to use this body.

Chaos follows a unique way, and his way cannot tolerate any living beings except himself.When he plots against all living beings, he will naturally be counterattacked by all living beings.

He is only one enemy, an enemy with many enemies.

……

At the head of Daqing Mountain, the rising sun has leapt to the clouds, spreading golden brilliance.

In the golden sea of ​​clouds, a big bird dressed in flames rushed out.The golden-red cloud tide rolled behind him and flew towards the god standing on the summit of the rising sun.

Chang Yang smiled.

"A big dream for tens of thousands of years..."

Yuyi's vivid figure landed on the top of the mountain, his eyes warm and bright.

"God, long time no see."

Xuanniao has returned, although Xuanqing is silent, there is still a bright light to continue, although the bloodline is cut off, Tang Ren's will remains unchanged.The clan of the totem lies in the blood. There are no soup people in this world anymore, but even after countless reincarnations, the wandering soul is still ignited with an inextinguishable flame in his heart, and he still remembers the feeling of stretching out his wings on his shoulders.

Bright Lantern Sect, Great Yin, Chaos... There are still many things to deal with, many arrangements to think about, but why rush for a while?They have waited too long in misery.

12 years ago, Xuanniao witnessed the fall of the god who promised him to reincarnate. This totem, which was full of broken karma and had no business, forced the sect that had lost its god to continue. 12 years later, the revived god saw the mysterious bird in his dream again, but when he woke up, he saw only a cave full of venom that had eaten away the bones, and imprisoned a lonely and mournful log alone.

That being the case, after seeing each other again, why are you so eager to talk about things that will make your long-tired heart even more tired?Why not talk about what they wanted to say during this long time on the golden sea and cloud tide, in the breeze on the top of the mountain?

They didn't mention anything else until the sun was setting.Everything that needs to be said has already been said, and the arrangements that need to be done have already been arranged.

Xuanniao's eyes still fell on Changyang, and he never left.

"Don't hang around here, go, go." Changyang smiled.

Go and meet the soul who is separated by tens of thousands of years, but still pursues the flames and wings that he can't even remember. Another god; to bury that robbed and twisted name in its rightful peace.

……

The great kalpa revolves endlessly, the heaven and earth are like a furnace, and the kalpa is like a charcoal fire. All living beings are tormented in the fire.

I don't know when, the legend about Huangquan Inn suddenly appeared in the world.

Legend has it that at the intersection of morning and evening, where yin and yang are uncertain, there will be a dark and foggy road leading to the Huangquan Inn.

This inn is hidden in the gap between life and death, and it can avoid the five declines of heaven and man.

Bai Qingya's trip was precisely to find the Huangquan Inn.He was looking for Huangquan Inn, but not for himself, but for a friend.

The five declines of heaven and man suddenly descended into the world in a muddy state, regardless of the level of cultivation, and the turbidity of the mind, as if just a handful of dust was randomly scattered by the heavens, and the sentient beings who touched the dust were caught off guard.Bai Qingya and his friend Pidong also got this dust.

Bai Qingya flicked the tail of his sleeves, just sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath for a while, his body was already covered with dust brought by the wind.He has an elegant and young face, but his eyebrows and hair are all as white as snow, and even his eyelashes are the same color as frost, like a thin flake of snow.This is not because of the five declines of heaven and man, the third decline of the body and the decline of old age. Bai Qingya is a spirit deer, with frost and snow fur, and turned into a human body to become such a white hair color.Although he and Pidongdi suddenly came to the five declines of heaven and man, they were only at the level of the first decline, and it was not serious.The white deer is psychic, and the black rhino is warding off the dust. This first catastrophe befell them, so far they are only slightly stained with water and light dust.They were originally long-lived spirit beasts, if there were no other changes, if they wanted to reach the end of the fourth decline, they would have at least a thousand years.

But when the five declines of heaven and man are approaching, it means that this body has begun to die.Since the current situation is not serious, they should start preparing early.

A few days ago, Bai Qingya received a letter from Pidongdi.The letter said that he accidentally learned of a method that might be able to avoid the catastrophe of the five declines, and he was going to try it out, and if what he said was true, he would invite Bai Qingya to go with him.

This letter was the last time Bai Qingya received news from the Earth.

After that, he contacted Pidongdi several times, but there was no news, which made Bai Qingya feel uneasy.It was only after he put down what he was doing and started looking for the land of incisiveness that he gradually learned about the news about Huangquan Inn.

No one knows who is behind this so-called Huangquan Inn. They only know that it sprung up like mushrooms after the five declines of heaven and man. Among the countries, mountains, rivers and wilderness... it seems that people have entered everywhere. Pass this mysterious inn.

But its news is only circulated in a very small range, and some people deliberately search for it, but in the end they find nothing.

At this time, it was the time when morning and evening were at the borderline, and the golden-orange sun had sunk into the ground, leaving only a sliver of afterglow to dye the western sky dark purple, and the rising moon in the east was hidden behind a layer of hazy thin clouds, and the light was dim. scattered around in a circle.

Bai Qingya walked into a small path in the thicker and thicker fog.Although this road is not considered prosperous, there used to be tea stalls and small fruit vendors, but after the catastrophe, there were no pedestrians on this road, and gradually, there were no small vendors.Without popularity, this way gradually dies.In the misty mist, there are dead branches and leaves, weeds and dust.

There shouldn't be fog in such a dry and cold winter night.But this narrow path is covered with a layer of fog, and the further you go, the thicker the fog is, so thick that even the moonlight in the sky becomes more and more blurred.The fog was like the layer of light on the outside of the moon, as if it was emitting a faint cold light, but this light not only failed to illuminate the road, but made the surroundings even darker.

Bai Qingya frowned, the cold mist slid across his skin, like some kind of biological mucus, moist and sticky, with a cold and dead force trying to penetrate into his body.

In addition, the mist also has the effect of hindering the consciousness. The consciousness he explored seemed to be trapped in a cold and sticky slurry in the mist. Not only the detection distance was greatly hindered, but even the perception became numb and dull. .In such an environment, if there is a sneak attacker hidden in the dark, it will be difficult for him to reflect it.

Bai Qingya raised his hand, and a lamp lit up in his palm.The lights are warm and clear, illuminating a clean and bright area in this weird mist.

This is the place where morning and evening meet, where yin and yang are uncertain, and the foggy and treacherous road leading to the Huangquan Inn.Bai Qingya was able to find this place, thanks to the exchange of information in the Mingdeng Cult.

Since the fellow ghost cultivator named Yang Cang established an intercommunication platform with the help of Lord Yan, the monks in the Lantern Sect have an extremely convenient and reliable channel.This channel is called the Bright Lamp Stand by them. There are thousands of lights on the stand, and each light flame represents a monk who practices the Bright Lamp Method.They illuminated the bright lampstand entrusted to Yanjun's way like a sea of ​​stars in a white night.

The lamp stand is divided into several major areas, such as mutual trade, practice exchange, information exchange, etc. Although the lamp stand did not put forward any task requirements for the monks participating in it, it will be scattered all over the lamp. The forces quickly joined together.

The world is vast, and the sentient beings are boundless, and practice is a solitary way. However, with a lampstand, if you are confused in practice, you will have an answer on the lampstand, and you will discuss the Tao on the stage. It does not affect the practitioners, and they are still the same way with the lamp; When the situation is difficult, there will be help on the lamp stand, and if one person's strength is small, there will be a lot of fellows.Even monks who have long been accustomed to walking alone will feel more at ease after having the Bright Lamp Stand. What you want is not alone in the world.

There are many monks in the Bright Lantern Sect who are paying attention to the news of Huangquan Inn, including Yang Cang, who has established an intercommunication net.He seems to have other channels. A lot of news about Huangquan Inn came from Yang Cang, and he has been correcting the fallacies in the news.

In order to go to Huangquan Inn, Bai Qingya also asked Yang Cang for advice.Yang Cang does not recommend that the monks in the Lantern Sect who have the five declines of heaven and man enter the Huangquan Inn to take such a way to avoid disaster. He thinks this is a very dangerous trap.But Bai Qingya wanted to go even more. If what Yang Cang said was correct, then the land of Piandong was already in such a dangerous place, how could he not save him?

Bai Qingya probed his spiritual consciousness into the warm light, and passed what he saw and heard to the bright lamp stand, hoping that this would be helpful to others.Although the lamp of the heart flame can illuminate the dark fog on the treacherous road, it has also been suppressed a lot. The deeper you go, the more severe the suppression will be.He was worried that if he went any further, he might not be able to get in touch with the lamp stand, so he might as well pass on what he had seen and heard immediately.

Holding the bright lamp, he walked deeper and deeper into the mist until he was completely submerged.

On the lamp stand, the lamp representing Yang Cang flickered, and hurriedly sent a message to Bai Qingya that he had just confirmed.

In the dark and treacherous road, the lights of Bai Qingya were steady and bright, and there was no change in the news.

The more he walked in, the more he felt the strangeness of the mist, and gradually realized in his heart what it means that this inn is hidden in the "between life and death".

He stepped into this small road in the Yang world, and under the cover of the mist, he seemed to have gradually walked to another world. Because of the isolation from the Yang world, Bai Qingya felt that the five declines of heaven and man that were gradually serious in his body had slowed down slightly. No wonder there are rumors that the Huangquan Inn can avoid robbery.

But Bai Qingya didn't feel happy because of this, on the contrary, he became more concerned.Since ancient times, the Netherworld has not been a place where the living can set foot.This is the reincarnation place of the souls of the dead. Except for those who have escaped the cycle of birth and death and individual monks with special supernatural powers, even ghost cultivators cannot easily set foot here.What kind of means did the person who established the Huangquan Inn enable these ordinary monks to enter the nether world?How will these strangers who enter the nether world be affected?

Gradually, apart from the thick and cold mist, nothing can be seen around, only the heart lamp illuminates a short distance under the feet.And this dark dirt road has not changed, making it difficult to tell how far it has traveled.With the passage of time in this place where nothing has changed, it is almost doubtful, how far has he really gone?Can it come to an end?Or is he actually walking in a loop, like a bug caught in a maze?

Bai Qingya calculated the time in his mind, the slow flow of the mist seemed to have an impact on the recognition of the gods, giving people a feeling as if he had been here for several hours, but calculated in his mind, it was only half an incense stick of time That's all.This creates a strange sense of perversion.

The surrounding area was almost dead silent. While this mist isolated the world of strangers, it also seemed to swallow all sounds. They were slowly flowing and wriggling, like the viscous esophagus of some kind of beast, and he was walking towards its belly .

I don't know when, this road finally changed, the surrounding fog seemed to be no longer so dark, and the cold light contained in it began to really illuminate the surrounding environment.

In the light of the mist, Bai Qingya suddenly saw a person lying on the road in front of him. His clothes were messed up and his face could not be seen clearly. He could only see his head full of pale and messy hair. He seemed to be an old man.

Who is he?Why are you lying on the road?

Bai Qingya approached slowly, only to realize that the person's voice was completely silent, and there was no wavering of spirit and soul, as if he was already a corpse.He got closer, turned around, and finally saw this person's face, that face...it was exactly the same as him!

Was it himself that died?So who is walking on this road now?

The corpse was immersed in the mist, as if immersed in the digestive juice of a wild animal. The white hair on its head became more and more withered, and the clothes on its body were in tatters. Then the skin disintegrated, revealing the dark red muscles, followed by the muscles. It was melted away, leaving only a skeleton soaked in the muddy liquid.

Bai Qingya didn't panic, nor did he stop. He took another step forward, shining the skeleton lying on the road into his own light.

The fog that shrouded there was dispersed by the light, and the corpse on the ground twisted and turned into a fallen branch.

Bai Qingya stepped over the branches and continued to walk forward.He saw the head of Pidongdi, the bloody clothes, and the old corpse...

But when these were shrouded in the light of his heart lamp, they revealed their true colors—they were nothing but stones by the side of the road, worn-out banners, and overturned benches.

Bai Qingya's mind is deep and concentrated, the hallucinations and various horrors caused by the dark fog are like shadows reflected in the mirror of the mind, and all appearances slide through the mirror, but they can't disturb the mirror.

After some time, these phantoms no longer appeared, and the fog seemed to begin to lighten. He was gradually able to see the trees and bushes on both sides of the road clearly.

It was severe winter at this time, but the plants on the left and right had lush branches and leaves, but it seemed that a thick layer of dust had fallen on these leaves, and they covered everything in gray.

In addition to plants, there are boulders sat smooth by pedestrians, poles placed beside them, tarpaulin stalls with goods on the ground... everything is covered with dust, but there are no people or birds Insects.

These stones, salutes, benches, etc. that appear on the road are all scenes that once existed on this road when it was not in ruins.It's as if they were intercepted from that time and have remained to this day, covered with months of dust.

If these scenes corresponded to the reality, then he hadn't traveled very far on this road, which coincided with the time he calculated in his mind. All the strange appearances before were just the influence of the weird fog.

Going further, a tea shed also covered in dust appeared beside the road.The tea shed is made of bamboo and wood, and the banners are hanging down. On the table are rough clay tea bowls and dessert plates. There is tea in the bowl and cakes in the plate. The half-eaten noodles roll down on the fire Next to it, the charcoal in the furnace was only half burnt, and the fire was still burning on it, but the fire was stagnant, and a thick layer of ash had fallen on it. The stagnant and stiff charcoal fire came from this thick layer. In the ashes, a little light was struggling to reveal, and it was mixed in the mist, so it also became cold.

Bai Qingya faintly heard the sound.

It was the sound of a person's flustered breathing and heartbeat.He looked in the direction of the voice, and the voice was hiding under the table in the tea shed.

It was a gray-haired middle-aged man, holding a broken hatchet tightly, with a frightened and nervous expression.There are many scattered firewood branches in the tea shed. These firewoods are different from other things in the fog. The dust on them is very thin, which is something brought in from the Yang Dynasty.

Is this a mortal who strayed into this place?

Bai Qingya walked over, deliberately stomping on his feet, and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The middle-aged man was startled, held up the hatchet and yelled "Ah", and slashed towards Bai Qingya.

As soon as Bai Qingya blocked it, the hatchet flew out.

The middle-aged man kicked his legs and backed away, screaming in horror: "Don't come here! Help! Ghost!" He seemed to be going crazy from fright, and couldn't hear Bai Qingya's words at all.

Bai Qingya performed a calming spell, and the middle-aged man gradually calmed down, and asked shyly, "You, are you a human or a ghost?"

"I'm not a ghost, I'm a monk who passed by here." Bai Qingya said patiently, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The middle-aged man timidly said: "I, I went out to cut firewood, and I was about to go back, but I lost my way...I want to go home..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and at the end, he looked at Bai Qingya nervously with fear and hope.

Bai Qingya has also been observing him, and the light of the heart flame has shrouded him. This is indeed a living person, not another illusion in the mist.A mortal without cultivation, if he strays into this place for a long time, he may never go back.

Anyway, it won't take too long anyway.

"Come with me, I'll take you out." Bai Qingya said.

The middle-aged man nodded quickly. He looked at the scattered firewood reluctantly, knowing that he couldn't take them away, so he wanted to pick up the hatchet.

Looking at the thin layer of dust falling on those things, Bai Qingya couldn't help frowning.He stopped the middle-aged man, the place is weird, there is something stained on these things, it is better to give up.The middle-aged man looked at things reluctantly, gritted his teeth, and followed Bai Qingya out of the tea shed.

After stepping on the path again, Bai Qingya was startled when he took a step back.

It's not easy to go back this way.

When he was walking along this road before, he felt that the decline in his body was getting slower and slower. Now when he turned back, he felt that the decline that had slowed down before had started to accelerate again, as if it was going to slow down. It's like making up for all the decay that has been delayed before.

Even if Bai Qingya thinks that his Dao heart is still strong, it is inevitable that he will feel panic at this time.He has not yet reached the level where he can easily see through the matter of life and death.

Bai Qingya adjusted her state of mind, and walked back with the middle-aged man who strayed into this place, but at the same time kept part of her consciousness on the middle-aged man.This place was too weird, and he didn't let down his guard.

On the way back, I no longer saw all the illusions when I came back, but every step of the way back was testing the monk's Taoism.There is great terror at the time of life and death. At this time, every time you take a step back, you can clearly feel the passing of life, and you know that you are getting closer and closer to death.

Not far behind, Bai Qingya stopped suddenly.

He saw a figure hidden in the fog on the road ahead.

Is it a new illusion?Another lost mortal?Or another monk who wants to go to the Huangquan Inn to avoid the five declines of heaven and man?

Bai Qingya stopped in his tracks, and the middle-aged man shrank behind him, looking very uneasy.

But they stopped, but the figure hidden in the mist did not stop, getting closer and closer to them.

Bai Qingya was on alert.

The figure walked out of the fog and gradually reached a position where he could see clearly.

It was a monk in green clothes, with a piano bag on his back, with a free and easy smile on his face, as if he was not walking in this dark and strange cold foggy road, but walking in the dewy green bamboo forest in the early spring breeze inside.

This kind of appearance made Bai Qingya feel happy when he saw it, but it also made him more vigilant - this mist was very strange, and all the illusions that appeared when it came were all signs of fear in his heart.At this time, it is not impossible to go backwards and want to turn back, showing the joy in his heart.

The luthier in Tsing Yi meandered into the light of the heart flame, and smiled at him: "Is this fellow Taoist also going to the Huangquan Inn?"

Bai Qingya nodded and said: "Next to Bai Qingya, do you dare to ask what your name is?"

"Li Quan." Li Quan moved his eyes to the middle-aged man behind him and asked, "This is?"

"I met this mortal who accidentally entered on the way, and I was about to send him out first." Bai Qingya said.He was attracted by Li Quan's words, and his attention on Li Quan returned to the middle-aged man.He secretly felt strange in his heart, he just felt that this monk Li Quan, who had just met, seemed to pay too much attention to this middle-aged man.

"That's it..." He saw a faint smile on Li Quan's face, and said calmly, "Fellow Taoists may not know that only monks who have suffered from the five declines of heaven and man can enter this Underworld Inn."