After being dressed as the evil god

The sun and stars go out, and the sky and the earth are dark.

In the brief darkness, a drop of golden ink fell, creating an illusory ripple between the sky and the earth.

The darkness of the sun star extinguished covered this ripple, and no one noticed that during the moment when the sun star was extinguished, a black ripple had soaked all living beings.

Tick.

There is still a misty drizzle between the sky and the earth, which is a vision that the sky and the earth spontaneously produced due to Huamang's awakening.The rain fell from the sky, carrying the yang and harmony of the sky, falling to the ground, blending with the condensed yin and yin in the earth, and bursting out with glory and vitality.

In Liang Guo, in a barren grass field left over from last year, a huge isolated rock was wet in the boundless rain.

The god in black clothes like ink leaned against the huge rock, and the rainwater flowed down the rock and rolled down on him, sliding away like raindrops falling on lotus leaves.

There is wind in the rain.The dark sleeves were torn and fluttered by the wind, and a slender wrist hung down from the cuffs.A fine stream of ink is slipping down from the depths of the sleeve, winding a shocking trace on the pale skin, flowing down from the palm, winding down on the fingers, accumulating to the fingertips...

Tick.

Every drop of rain is like a drop of ink.Each drop of ink creates a small ripple.

Layers upon layers of ripples draw out a small world isolated from the world.

Daxuan leaned against the black ripples, his eyes half-opened and half-closed.

Tick.

Like a heart beating in your chest.

A skull entwined with roots emerged from the soft soil. A weak wandering soul resided in this dead body. He tried his best to break the roots, but he didn't have the strength to crawl out of the soil.Unwilling to extinguish the yin fire flickering in the empty eye sockets, as if still thinking about the heartbeat before he was alive.

Tick.

Like tears dripping from the tip of a leaf.

The sick wolf with a blind eye hides behind a tree. Its skeleton is huge, and it still has the mighty shadow of its past, but now its fur is dirty and its eyes are dim, so it can only observe its surroundings vigilantly.It just wants to drink a little rainwater.

It is now staring at the piece of bone exposed to the ground, which is not very good food, but for a sick wolf that has almost lost its ability to hunt, there is still a little fat in the bone.

Tick.

Like blood slipping from the skin.

The old man cowered in the bushes.She is very old, her hands and feet are not very good, and she has no relatives. She lives alone in this wasteland with a low, dilapidated wooden house.She wants to go out to find something to eat. Spring is here, and it is raining. Weeds are edible, but wild vegetables are better.

This is a very desolate place, with dry spiritual energy and barren land, almost no monks will come here, even evil cultivators can't look down on her withered flesh and blood, but the sick wolf must be very fond of it.It may not be able to threaten a strong young man, but it is more than enough to deal with a trembling old man.

The wilderness is very dangerous, but it is not as good as those cities controlled by evil cultivators.She is too old to be worthless, and she is too old to know what happened in Liang Guozhong.

Tick, tick, tick.The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like a thick layer of fog.

The rainwater fell on them, causing black ripples, and the dark fire of wandering souls, the dark pupils of wolves and humans, seeped drops of ink.

The ghost-possessed skeleton seemed to have gained strength from it, and it wrestled the incomplete bones from the ground and crawled towards the rock.

The sick wolf seemed to feel the center of the ripples, dropped the bones and the bushes, and walked towards the rock.

The frail old man stood up from the crouching bushes. She felt as if she suddenly knew something and gained something, so she saw the huge rock that she had never paid attention to before, and saw the huge rock leaning against the rock. figure.

It was a deed.

A contract that has been around for a long time, I do not know when it started, and continues to this day.

It has been 12 years since the Great Tribulation first came to the world.Before that, in the first chaos of cause and effect, how long has it been since Changyang gathered the thoughts of all sentient beings to establish the underworld?

In the vicissitudes of life, how many living beings have not caused chaos?After many reincarnations, how many sentient beings have never prayed to the gods because of their own suffering?

Also, how many sentient beings have never made a contract with the gods?

She seemed to... remembered.

Long ago, in the midst of endless sorrow, she had prayed to a name, and the god answered her.The life stylus with the bone as her body continued her karma and reset her fate. She once made a pact with God.

The old man no longer cared about the weird bones and dangerous beasts, and walked towards the giant rock and God.

The dead wandering spirit is dead, the sick beast is still sick, the old man is still old.

But it seems that there is no need to be afraid anymore.Because the gods are with them.

The dead wandering soul rests at the feet of the gods, and the remnant bones are about to crack, but a new power is born in the remnant bones - death suffering.

The sick wolf lay beside the god, blind and embarrassed. It felt strength in its distress—sickness and suffering.

The old mortal worshiped in front of the gods, and her body was weak. She felt strength in her weakness - old suffering.

The corners of Daxuan's mouth seemed to be upturned, but he was surrounded by them, lying in the layered ripples of ink dripping.

Among the ripples, where are the bloody ink marks that slipped from the wrist?The hand hanging from the sleeve is holding a pen, and the ink is dripping from the pen.Everything I saw before seemed to be an illusion.

But what's the difference?That pen was originally a finger bone.

Tick.

like ink drops in water.

Ripples spread out layer by layer.

……

Xu Huan fell into a dream.

In the dream, the spring is bright and the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant for a while, and the bitter rain is cold for a while, and the body is in excruciating pain.The old people reappeared in the dream, sometimes it was his father, sometimes his mother, Xu Chang, Xu Kang, Ah Ci, Li Quan... figures came and went, their faces blurred.His mother's face flickered, and he turned into Auntie Yao's appearance again. Auntie's face flickered, and his heart suddenly ached, as if there was still an unhealed sword wound.

The girl with round cheeks and curved eyebrows smiled at him: "Do you like sweets?" She likes to eat salty and crispy snacks, but after that, every time she came to see him, she would ask people to change them to sweet ones. pastry.

"Little uncle, let me find you a doctor." The girl who was a little bit longer looked at him nervously.She began to know that her father didn't like him, and she couldn't act coquettishly like she was when she was a child, so she had to protect this little uncle carefully.

Later, he imprisoned her brother, killed her parents, pulled her out of the lies created by Xu Chang, and let her see his bloody wounds.What was he counting on then?Do you hope to save a little tenderness from the deception?

Beside the lonely well where the stele stands, he bears the wound Tu Shanyao left him in his heart, broke Aci's neck, and her eyes were painful and crazy.

Maybe he should have done it earlier, letting her die when she didn't know anything, so as to avoid the pain later.

In the dream, Xu Huan let go of his hands, raised his eyes, and said coldly: "Have you seen enough?"

The butterfly hidden in the dream was suddenly forced out, fluttering its wings to leave the dream.

This is the dream it guided, but it has developed into a situation that traps it now.Xu Huan allowed it to turn over his past, his past was a drama that had been watched long ago, and now Die Gu just wove a game.

Xu Huan raised his hand, but it was not so fast, but he stopped the butterfly in the middle of the air just right, his five fingers were as long and thin as bars, and he trapped the butterfly in his palm with a cage.

The butterfly turned into flying scales in his palm, and from scales into flying butterflies, but they couldn't escape no matter what.

Butterfly Gu can not only enter the dreams of mortal beings, but also the dreams of monks who are not at home with their idle minds and souls.Xu Huan's spiritual cultivation would not allow some butterfly avatars transformed into scale powder to enter easily, but he was an exception.His cultivation base is not weak, but his way is ruined, leaving only a cavity of obsession.It's ridiculous to say that even evil cultivators have their own Dao heart, no matter how high or low they are, they are the foundation of their practice.In this world, only ghosts survive in the world by relying on their obsession.

He is obviously a human being, but he lives like a ghost.

Without the support of Dao Heart, Butterfly Gu quietly lured him into a dream.But although Xu Huan's Dao was destroyed, his spiritual practice was still there.When he followed the traces of the Dream Gu, he didn't want the Butterfly Gu to take the initiative to find it.Since you have the guts, let's leave this incarnation completely.

Xu Huan retracted his five fingers, and the butterfly in his palm sent out a thought before it shattered: "I know who you are looking for."

Of course it knows that it is the Gu King refined by the person behind it.Xu Huan loosened his fingers, he wanted to see what this Gu King wanted to do.

Butterfly Gu didn't hide anything, and said bluntly through the mouth of the avatar: "I want him to die."

"You are his creation." Xu Huan said.

Butterfly Gu's aura suddenly became violent, and the patterns on the wings twisted into figures of struggling, almost torn apart.

"Do you know how Gu was born?" Die Gu sneered, "I was born because of him, and I hate him to death!"

It happily gave its own memory.

It is a Gu king who has gathered many magical powers of dream beasts in the world, and is a dream god created with shocking abilities.But is such a shortcut free of cost?It crawled out of the Gu formation, ate countless fellow practitioners, and was riddled with injustice. Those Gus eaten by it were afraid of it and had to be used by it, and hated it at the same time. Will backfire.Just like it does to Chaos.

Xu Huan read Die Gu's memory: "You want to join forces with me?"

"Yes." Butterfly Gu said.

"I don't believe you." Xu Huan said.

Butterfly Gu is a creation made by Chaos, and he believes in Chaos' control over it more than its deep-seated hatred for Chaos.

"Really..." Butterfly Gu said in a low voice, "But you already know..."

The patterns on the wings of the butterfly gu suddenly changed, showing the pattern of a nightmare, trying to forcibly seize control of Xu Huan's dream.There are too many injustices on it, its temperament is unstable, and it turns its face when it says it will.

When a battle was inevitable, there was a sudden shock in the world, and Xu Huan's dream was suddenly shattered.

The incarnation of Butterfly Gu was also thrown out of the dream.Xu Huan's moves were like lightning, the body and mind of Die Gu's body and mind were in shock, his movements slowed down for a moment, and he was sealed by Xu Huan.Leaving the dreamland, most of the Butterfly Gu's ability is gone.

By the time it reacted, it was already too late, even if it struggled violently in the seal, it couldn't escape.

Xu Huan didn't directly erase it like last time.Butterfly Gu is different from him, it clearly knows how it is being manipulated, the more Chaos wants to use its ability, the more it knows.

It's also useful.

Xu Huan ignored it and looked up at the sky.

The golden clouds in the sky surged, the water veins on the ground turbulent, and the bright moon suddenly appeared in the clear day... Then the sun star went out, and it returned to its original appearance in less than a moment.

Xu Huan kept looking up, and he could only watch.Although these wonderful scenes passing by in turn have passed, the bewildered sentient beings in the world are still confused and panicked.He lowered his head and started walking again.These beings are so tall that people can't touch them, and a single action affects the lives of all beings.

The rain ticked.

Xu Huan suddenly felt quiet.

In the seal, the butterfly, which was insane due to evil, quieted down by itself, turning into scales and powder without making a sound.Xu Huan's left hand shook slightly, and several thin willow blades were caught between his fingers.

The surrounding vegetation is still those vegetation, the world is still the same, only a drop of rain, swaying layers of ink ripples in the air, isolating another small world.The ripples swayed on him, and he also entered this isolated world.

Among the ripples of ink and wash, he saw that side of the huge rock, and the figure sitting leaning against the huge rock.

The weeds were all over the sky, and an old man, a sick wolf, and a missing skeleton surrounded him, prostrate and surrounded that figure.

Xu Huan stopped suddenly.

For some reason, these dilapidated scenes shocked his heart more than the shock in the sky before, and he felt sadness and fear from nowhere, like a snowstorm covering his heart.