my god is from hell

He Lianyu didn't know if he was still alive, his consciousness was very fuzzy, and the feeling in his hands and feet didn't exist at all, only a pitiful thin light flickered in front of his almost pitch-black eyes.

Thin light...

correct!Holy Mountain Flames!

He Lianyu struggled to open his eyes, which were about to be completely closed, and his fingers burned by the flames trembled, as if he wanted to cast the magic of destruction again.

However, his injuries were so severe that his eyes were pitch black, and it took a lot of effort to even tremble his fingers.

The blood gathered under his body to form a river, staining the thick transparent ice layer under his body red, and spreading all the way to the soles of a person's feet.

A person?

Who is that?

He Lianyu breathed heavily and trembled his eyelids, trying to see clearly who the person who came to the ice tower of the Holy Mountain was, but all he could see was a piece of white-bottomed and red-rimmed clothes.

Red edge on white background...

Very familiar color...

An idea flashed in He Lianyu's mind, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of the clothes without knowing where he came from.

"Yan Qing... Zuo Luoheng predicted the dark god, you... told me that you would lead mankind to victory... right? Answer me! Cough cough..."

He Lianyu was coughing hard, his pale face flushed red, he was panting heavily, and the blood was continuously overflowing from his lips, as if the flow was endless.

"Yes I will."

A clear and calm voice sounded in the ice tower, and a white hand helped He Lianyu to a place against the wall, hoping that he would feel better.

But it's just a little bit better.

He Lianyu's injury was so serious that it could not be saved by magic spells, and he knew it well, so the first question he asked was not himself, but Yulian and human beings.

Hearing Yan Qing's firm answer, He Lianyu's mind suddenly relaxed, his fingers hanging loosely on the hem of his clothes, and his breathing was inaudible: "I knew it... I knew it..."

He Lianyu whispered, his eyes gradually became lax, and the blood at the corner of his lips finally stopped.

he died.

From the beginning to the end, He Lianyu's eyes were not completely opened, and all he saw was a piece of clothing from the beginning to the end.

Because of this, what he didn't see was that the calling god in white had silver hair like a waterfall, his eyes were gentle and distant silver, and his whole body was glowing with the same color as the moonlight.

There was a flame burning in his chest.

That appearance was exactly the same as that depicted in the ancient books that Yulian had worked so hard to obtain from the silver-haired elder of the polluter.

"Yan Zhuoyu, is this the gift you gave me?"

Yan Qing stood up slowly, her long silver hair fell down her shoulders, and there seemed to be sparkling waves flowing on it, which was more ethereal than the appearance of the moon god before.

He turned sideways, and his eyes fell on the flame ignited by the bronze lamp, as if he saw the appearance of the master of divine power attached to it.

"Brother...do you know it's me?"

The flames jumped up suddenly, and a golden figure condensed above the bronze lamp. His hair was the same silver color as Yan Qing's, and his robe was a high-necked ascetic robe. Like a god coming out of a statue.

Yan Qing glanced at his long silver hair and said nothing.

It was the god who jumped out of the flames, raised his hand and pinched the long silver hair next to his ear, and explained with a smile: "Father God likes silver hair, so he changed me into this."

He said, glanced at Yan Qing's long hair, and added: "Not only the silver hair, but also the silver eyes, the silver moon robe... Even giving the name, I want me to be like you—Father God can't wait to change me into another you."

Yan Zhuoyu paused, as if he wanted to say something to Yan Qing's obvious favoritism, but Yan Qing didn't answer at all.

He doesn't care whether the other party loves him or not.

Yan Zhuoyu recalled the other party's words and deeds in modern times, thinking that he really picked a boring topic, how could Yan Qing care about other people's opinions?

So Yan Zhuoyu didn't continue, he looked at the sacred flame burning in the bronze lamp, and made a sincere expression: "Brother, come back, return to your proper position. Father God likes you so much, you go back, He will be very happy."

Yan Qing didn't even raise his eyebrows, and his tone was uneven: "I won't reply."

A gust of wind blew from nowhere in the empty ice tower, and the flames in the bronze lamps flickered suddenly, and the surroundings suddenly became dark, as if an unknown aura shrouded the entire ice tower.

Yan Zhuoyu smiled bitterly: "Look, He is still looking at you. Brother, you are His favorite child..."

"He is the most persistent pervert I have ever seen." Yan replied without raising his head.

The wind in the ice tower stopped for a moment, and then it raged like a rage, the bronze lamp was crumbling, and He Lianyu's body next to him was even eaten and moved an inch.

Yan Qing pressed He Lianyu's shoulders, without any intention of taking back what he said, the wind blew his silver hair into a mess, almost covering his cheeks.

Yan Zhuoyu glanced at Yan Qing in horror and admiration, even if he had been following Yan Qing for years, he could not do anything like scolding Yan Qing by name as a pervert when Father God was overlooking him.

The most important thing is that even so, the other party's hair was only a little messed up, but not even a piece of clothing was scratched.

Whether this is a warning or a joke, Yan Zhuoyu felt a little confused...

After a long time, probably Yan Qing's attitude was as indifferent as ever, and the raging wind finally stopped.

Yan Zhuoyu touched his heart and heaved a sigh of relief, looked up and saw Yan Qing straightening his messed up hair as if nothing had happened, and gave him a thumbs up in his heart again.

At the same time, it also strengthened his determination.

"Brother, I knew that you would choose this way..."

Yan Qing raised his head.

In the crystal clear ice tower, Yan Zhuoyu's face became alienated and indifferent, surrounded by golden holy light, and his ascetic robe made him more majestic, more like a god than the vivid appearance just now.

"Brother, come on, devour me...Save all of this, save my people...As your original identity, above the gods—"

The flames from the bronze lamp floated up and plunged straight into Yan Zhuoyu's chest. Two groups of golden holy flames, which were exactly the same as those of the polluter, appeared in his pupils, and his body was eroded by the flames one by one.

But his face is relaxed and cheerful, even a little excited, because just today, at this moment, he finally did something that he had never done in the past 1000 years——

He disobeyed God the Father's order and sacrificed himself to Yan Qing!

He wants to make Yan Qing return to the position of the God of Creation!

Yes, Yan Qing's god position, only he who was created to replace the other party, a few high-level gods who guessed the other party's identity, and the supreme father god know that it is not an anonymous god, but a natural creation god.

This point, because of the special nature of the Creator God, even Yan Qing himself is not clear!

He only knows that he is a fast learner, but he doesn't know that it is because of his instinct as a creator god, he is not only good at learning, but also good at creating; The breath makes people approach unconsciously; the powerful power on him is not only above the gods, but even above the laws of the world. It can create and change the world.

But Yan Qing knew nothing about all of this.

Before Yan Qing, even God Father didn't know that the God of Creation had come into the world in such a way, and he even thought that his premonition was wrong, and the God of Creation should not have existed in the first place.

But after Yan Qing appeared, everything became reasonable.

He is not as strict as the god of the sky and the god of the river, nor is he tolerant and peaceful like the god of the sun and the mother of the earth, nor is he as calm and elegant as the goddess of spring and the god of green. An orthodox god, lively, active, clever and mischievous, if not too powerful, would be like those children who would never grow up in the human world.

But no matter who has seen him, as long as he has been with him, he will not question the identity of the other party's creator god.

He is a born god of creation.

Yan Zhuoyu's eyes flashed with scorching light, but he didn't say what he said in his heart.

The identity of the Creator God, the Creator God himself will not know, and others will not be able to tell it. Only when he realizes it, will he truly have the power to create the world.

Yan Zhuoyu believed that that day would not be too late.

And what he has to do is to speed up the process!

He wants to let Yan Qing do what he wants to do, fulfill what he wants to accomplish, and protect the people he wants to protect.

Only in this way can Yan Zhuoyu protect the people he wants to protect, not watching them die in loneliness and indifference, but fulfilling the promise to them and giving them the most ardent fire!

"Brother, I'm sorry...help me...help my people..."

Yan Zhuoyu's eyes were burning with golden flames, with scorching fanaticism and earnestness, his body was burning without smell or sound.

At present, Yan Qing, who has not even returned to the god position, can only watch and passively accept the other party's sacrifice.

——In fact, he couldn't refuse either.

Because at the moment when the sacred fire was rekindled, he recalled many memories—almost all of them, so he "saw" the birth of a new, evil, and powerful god.

He couldn't go back to the God Realm, so he could only accept Yan Zhuoyu's sacrifice to return to the God's position and restore his strength in another way.

"Father God gave them everything human beings have: body, wisdom and thought, but forgot to give them the most important thing - emotion."

Enduring the pain of burning his body, Yan Zhuoyu explained word by word, eyes stained by golden flames looked at Yan Qing earnestly and pleadingly:

"That's not their fault, brother... don't give up on them..."

The last ray of flame sank into Yan Qing's chest with residual heat, and then spread to his limbs, completely burning the invisible thorns of divine punishment on his body, and then merged into the flames on Yan Qing's chest, wrapping Yan Qing's heart together!

God of Creation, back to his place!

Inside the ice tower, Yan Qing stretched out his hand to touch his still-burning heart, and felt an invisible force connecting the polluter with him, that was Yan Zhuoyu's own power——

He is the god of creation, and the polluters are his people, connected with him by breath.

But besides that, Yan Qing also felt that the flame in his heart was burning in the chest cavity of every polluter, replacing their heart, maintaining their lives in a special way.

"The way you give gifts is still the same as before."

Yan Qing felt the strange feeling of millions of hearts beating with him, wrinkled his nose and complained.

When Yan Zhuoyu gave gifts to Yan Qing in modern times, he always brought private goods with him. Besides the original things, he often secretly bought his favorite game consoles, movies he liked to watch, and novels he often read... which led to Yan Qing was forced to remember a lot of the other party's hobbies, and the other party always felt that he secretly watched and raped his younger brother's life.

Now that he returns to the position of God, even offering sacrifices must bring his people with him, linking everyone's joys, sorrows, sorrows, joys and lives with him, rejoicing for his joy, grieving for his sorrow, and even Even life and death are in his hands.

Does he really look so kind?

Yan Qing frowned, feeling that this heavy sense of responsibility seemed familiar.

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