After being dressed as the evil god

Could it be that there is no other way?

The tall and majestic temple stands in the vast snow, lonely and desolate in the endless white.

Such a magnificent temple will also be abandoned one day.

Daxuan walked out of the temple, the corners of his black clothes brushed by the cold wind.

What he was waiting for has arrived.

……

Chaotic small world.

The vigorous giant tree stretches its branches and leaves, and the manifested root system penetrates deeply into the gap in the Dao of the world.

It is in the nature of roots to explore deeper, more nutrient-rich places.

But these roots are held back by a solid force, and can only grow within the limits of this force.Just like a plant planted in a glass pot, the roots are densely clung to the glass wall and cannot come out.

It is also the nature of the root to break through the barriers that block the way.

Baidi is the most steadfast way in the world, and is the permanence in impermanence.His samadhi is indeed the strongest and strictest confinement in the world.

But now, can he still be as determined and unmoved as before?

The root of the lack of Tao is also the lack of gods.

Those gods who are high above have already fallen down without knowing it.

The bitter taste that the samsara sentient beings have tasted has also been tasted into their lips.

Chaos is preparing, preparing for this move to tear the gap and balance, and establish the future with absolute power. It will take some time, but it will not be too far away.

……

In the chaotic tree, countless crystal butterflies are flying upwards.

The trunk is knotted, the leaves are green, and the flickering and blurred butterflies circle and rise around the tree.

Xu Huan sat under the shadow of a vine leaf, looking up at the spectacle.

He couldn't remember how many times this was his rebirth.

Now this position is high enough, high enough that he no longer needs to fight day and night like the bottom layer, high enough that he can sit here and take a leisurely look at the dreamy scale powder of butterfly Gu.

The soft chair woven with vines is very comfortable, just suitable for his strange body at this time. The flowers like wine cups are filled with honeydew, and the hanging vines are hung with various fruits.

If he wanted to, it could be more comfortable here.But that was enough, he just needed a break.

The higher the Chaos Tree is, the more leisurely it is, like a visible bait, which lures the people below to try their best to hook up, and also makes the people who finally climbed to the high place taste the sweetness, so I really like this truth Come.

What a sweet mead that eats away at the bones.

Xu Huan crushed the flower cup, and the sweet honeydew dripped on the ground, dripping on his unhealed wound, causing a little stinging pain.

not enough.

He has to climb higher.

But relying on himself alone, it is almost impossible to go up.Those on the upper level are all existences favored by Chaos.

Xu Huan stretched out his knife-like hand, and a butterfly flew towards him as if attracted by the blood and honey on his wound.

When the butterflies transformed into scale powder return from the world, no one will provoke them. High-ranking existences know that behind the butterfly Gu's actions is the will of the master of this side of the world, and those who are not qualified to know have no What about the ability to treat these scale powders.

Although the main purpose of turning the butterfly into powder is to find dreams from the big world, but the butterfly Gu doesn't mind hunting down a few existences that don't have long eyes.

It now seems to have found its prey again.

The razor-like fingers turned into a pale bone cage. Xu Huan looked at the butterfly trapped between his fingers: "Master of Dreamland, how about making a deal?"

……

In the great world, all the gods suddenly received a message from the water phase at the same time.

"I feel something is wrong."

In the small world, countless flying butterflies surrounded a figure and ascended.

"Remember what you promised me, if you can't do it, I want you to be my food for every life after that." Butterfly Gu's voice rang in Xu Huan's ear.

Butterfly Gu doesn't remember him, but he still remembers what Diegu told him, it's not difficult to find a reason to trick Butterfly Gu.

"Don't worry, I just want to go up to take a look at it." Xu Huan said softly, looking up at the chaotic sky revealed through the gaps in the leaves, his blade-like fingers trembling.

……

Hun Chao suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in the dark, and his divine thoughts searched for the source, in... the small world!

Xu Huan stood at the top of the tree, the so-called "sky" above his head did not have the sun, moon and stars, but a blurry border, the canopy under his feet was as vast as a forest sea, and butterflies fluttered among the leaves.

Bizarre, beautiful, and alive.

Xu Huan's weird body in this life showed a smile-like expression, his trembling hand suddenly trembled, and his bony fingers, like the narrow blade of a willow leaf, suddenly broke, flying down towards the heart of the tree.

"What are you doing?!" Butterfly Gu said angrily.

Countless flying butterflies split like water, half of them met the bone blade stabbing at the giant tree, and the other half surrounded Xu Huan.

The bone blades pierced through the flying butterflies and nailed towards the giant tree without any hindrance.

And those butterflies surrounding Xu Huan, without them attacking, this body has already started to collapse by itself.

The weird body was shattered into pieces, and the peeled-off soul was still the same as before. Under the cover-up of all causes and effects by the gods, he still retained his past self.

Like a lifeless jade statue, but the icy white face is vivid.

He is indeed smiling.

"What? Don't you hate him, don't you want to take revenge on him?" He said to Die Gu.

The butterflies all over the sky froze suddenly, the deep hatred burst out like wildfire, and the fear in his heart held him tightly.During this moment of hesitation, the first bone blade hit the giant tree, tore off its skin, pierced into the tree body, penetrated into the tree core, down, down!

The whole small world suddenly shook, and the creatures within it suddenly felt unbearable pain.

It seems that the bone blade stabbed them, tearing off their numb and solid skin, breaking through their bodies born of desire, and finally reaching the softest heart that was almost forgotten.

"Is it bitter?" Xu Huan asked.

The butterfly changed its color, and suddenly flapped its wings rapidly and flew towards the tree's wound, biting frantically.

The first bone blade cracked, and the second bone blade continued to tear down along the opening it made.

Those beings who were fighting, struggling, dead, reborn, howling, laughing, and absorbing on the tree suddenly stopped.

Bitter.Why is it so bitter?

Where does suffering come from?Not from the bone blade, but from their own hearts.

There is no guidance for the ignorant mind, and it is sacred to be satisfied with greed and hatred.

The heart deeply wrapped in desire and numbness has been weeping, but no sound can come out.

It has always been bitter, and there has been no way to be satisfied.

Because the Tao here is such a Tao!

The lord of this world has come here in fright.

Xu Huan was still laughing.

Where is the lack of Tao of Chaos?

Life is bitter.

This world built on the desires of all beings, when all beings realize that this is a great suffering that will never be released, and would rather give up everything completely in order to be free from suffering, can it continue to exist?

……

The sun and stars set, the crows return to their nests, and the earth turns overcast.

The night was dark, and the whole Jidi was enveloped by the atmosphere of calamity, and the stars and the moon could not be seen.

Gods get rid of temples, immortals return to prisons, and only the living beings and ghosts in the mortal world are left in the huge land of Hebei.

Unnecessarily dead skeletons pulled up their bodies from the wild grass, unjust souls were sent into the torn old clothes, and translucent ghosts floated in the wind.

Every household shut their doors and windows tightly, confused and sad, not knowing who to pray to.

The sound of knocking on the door was so clear in the night that it made one's heart skip a beat.The people in the house hid in the quilt and shivered.

When the knock on the door finally stopped, before the trembling man could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard an old voice from outside the door: "Son, mother is back." "Son, open the door for daddy."

"It's not me, don't blame me! Don't look for me!" The terrified man shrank, "I didn't mean not to treat your illnesses on purpose, I made an offering to the gods! I made an offering to the gods! Otherwise, the gods will be angry!"

There was silence outside the door.

After a long time, the man carefully lifted the quilt a little.

A cold breath came in through the gap: "Son..."

The screams in the distance startled the people in the house to tremble.They were still awake, but they dared not light the lamp.

It is always very lively at night now, but they are a little too quiet here, as quiet as if there were no ghosts before.

A bold one approached the window quietly and looked out through the gap.

Can't see anything.too dark.

Tonight, there is no light from the moon or stars.

But gradually, he seemed to see some mist.

There are dark shadows hidden in the mist.

Tick.

He seemed to hear the sound of a drop of water falling, and then he suddenly understood why he could see it in this starless night—where the sound was, shimmering frost grew on the ground, and white frost marks grew and spread. It quickly covered the ground in the distance, getting closer and closer to here.

The fog condensed in the distance and gradually became thinner, and those dark shadows gradually revealed their true appearance, terrifying skeletons, huge monsters, cold ghosts... They hid quietly in the fog with their heads lowered.

And the condensed mist turned into a majestic shadow at the place where the frost marks grew—it was the shadow of hell.

Under the majestic shadow, a figure dressed in a black robe stepped on the frost mark, walked among the ghosts' avoidance and silence, and cast a glance with his dark eyes.

The person peeking from behind the window took a breath, and the god in black clothes had already looked away, but a name suddenly appeared in his heart.

Before the long reincarnation, he also prayed to this name and made a bond with the god.The confusion in my heart was suddenly shattered by this name, and all the suffering that could only be endured by self-deception surged up, causing my body to vibrate, almost painful, and a wail was about to burst out of my throat, but in the end there was only a sound of breath .

People looked blankly at the walking god, as if all the unbearable suffering had been taken away from him, leaving only the unbearable suffering.

His suffering, and the suffering of countless sentient beings in Jidi, all turned into ink, coming from all directions, outlining the shape of hell.

Daxuan was walking in Hebei, and the frost color grew along with his footsteps, opening up a solitary path in this night of many resentful ghosts.

The more bitterness gathered, the clearer the vast and majestic shadow of the prison will be.

There seemed to be a smile in the corner of Daxuan's mouth, and the deep red blood seeped from his lips, dyeing the only blush in this frosty world.

Tick.

Daxuan gave a low cough, and a little red mark bloomed on the ground.

Hell is unfair, and punishment after the event can never make up for the wounds of innocent people; laws are not causal, and the law cannot guarantee that all beings will not suffer undeserved suffering.

Therefore, there is endless resentment and endless suffering.

Who can bear the extra resentment and suffering?Who can bear the cause and effect of this damage?

The whole Jidi has been plunged into darkness, only in the temple on the distant snow field, there is still a little flame that will not be extinguished.But the flame is too small to illuminate the darkness between the sky and the earth.

Changyang, Changyang.

The causes and effects of all living beings are connected in his pen, and the deeds of all living beings are written in his name.

Daxuan raised his pen and drew an ink mark.