I will bury the gods

Chapter 302 Similar
The Dragon Palace was completely empty, and the nine dragon sons left the East China Sea, swam across the raging sea, and boarded the land one after another.

They are called dragon sons, but their blood is not pure, as can be seen from their appearance.

Their strength is not enough to cross the gate of hell under the sea and make waves in another world, but in this world, almost no life can stop them from running rampant.These nine ancient dragons have been suppressed for too long on the dark seabed, and their animal nature has already overwhelmed their divinity. Once they go out to sea, what they most want to do is to take revenge on this land and vent their madness in their hearts with cruel slaughter.

In their eyes, only they are the real living beings, and they naturally have the power to carve up the land. Humans, beasts, and ants are just the Creator's imaginings of inferior living beings. Their flesh and soil can undoubtedly be poured into the gods. temple.

Negative Chi is the eighth son of the dragon. It likes poetry and songs, but its literary talent has never been good.

Today, it turned into a young man in white and sat on the top of a high mountain, thinking hard in front of a stone tablet. After the heavy rain drenched his white clothes, he managed to say a few words: Thunder is louder, and rainstorms are more presumptuous.

After I finished writing two sentences, I had no inspiration. I suddenly saw a flood coming from the bottom of the mountain. The gray python-like torrent danced wildly across the canyon, licking the mountain wall, and the green pines and cypresses deeply rooted in the soil were easily swept away. But by coincidence, the direction of the torrent happened to avoid a village.

Seeing it, I was inspired, it disappeared on the top of the mountain, transformed into a real body, went to the earth, and came back after half a stick of incense.

When he returned, the village that should have survived the disaster had been washed away by the flood.

Ling Xi picked up the pen, sighed, and wrote the last two lines of poems on the stone tablet:

Heaven and earth are not kind, and many people drown.

"The thunder is louder, the rain is more presumptuous, the heaven and the earth are unkind, and the people drown more—"

He shook his head and read his new poem. The more he read, the more he was satisfied, and the more he read, the happier he was. He held the stone tablet in his arms, made it old with true energy, and then found a temple with a lot of incense in his arms. It is placed before the temple.

As Negative Chi was admiring it, a turbid yellow wind swept past it. When Negative Chi raised his head, there was an explosion-like sound in the temple, and the crowd who prayed for safety fled screaming.

He walked into the temple and saw that the original majestic Buddha statue had fallen to the ground and was torn apart. In the place of the Buddha statue sat a monster with dragon horns and golden hair all over its body. Read Buddhist scriptures.

The fifth son of the dragon, 狻猊, was rumored to be fond of Buddhism, and was subdued by the Buddha. After going out to sea, the first thing he did was to smash the Buddha statues and treasures in the world.

In this world, only the laws of heaven can restrain dragons. They are never bound by human morality. In their eyes, human morality and laws are not sacred. On the contrary, they are just bonfires for the weak to keep warm. Heavy rains can wipe it out.

According to the third son, Xiaofeng, they are not destroying the world, but spreading majesty to the world. In the future, the world should be renamed Longjian. Only the ninth son, Chiwen, scoffed at this statement. It does not like disasters. He doesn't want to fight, but only hopes that the world will be peaceful. Yazi, who likes to fight the most, laughed after hearing this. He said, if the world is peaceful, then the world should just be renamed the morgue.

Many people like to drink and have fun before talking about business. Like dragons, this is their drinking and having fun. After the darkness and anger in their hearts are vented, they don’t mind appearing as a savior, pushing away the clouds and dispersing the rainstorm , enjoy the gratitude of all peoples.

Xianqing is 17 years old this year. He is a young ranger in Wuxiang County. His father, mother and sister were killed in the recent floods. Xianqing is a monk. , he was covered in cuts and bruises, without an inch of intact skin.

Xianqing was extremely unwilling to reconcile the monk who once enjoyed a reputation as a refugee, but this unwillingness has become numb after seeing countless displaced people. In the past few months, the world has been turbulent, disasters are everywhere, and demons are rampant. The sect supported by the people not only can't protect people, but also colludes with demons. Now, ordinary people who are already in a difficult situation have been deprived of their homes and lives, leaving only a sliver of strength left.

On the way to flee, a little village girl who had taken care of Xianqing died of starvation. This little village girl was not good-looking. When he was a famous monk, he would not knock at all. But today, she died in his arms. Here, when she died, the little village girl wanted to eat pancakes.

Xianqing's faltering Dao Xin collapsed. He, who was once a powerful man, couldn't even get a piece of cake. His heart was ashamed, and he wanted to take his own life. When he was about to kill himself, he heard a message:
This torrential rain was not a natural disaster, but the work of a demon dragon named Ba Xia.

Now, this monster dragon is in the White Salt Lake, there are already righteous men who are calling for insightful people to unite, bring a three-foot green sharp edge, and go to kill the dragon.

Xianqing immediately joined the team.

White Salt Lake is a well-known local lake. The lake water is very salty and can be exposed to salt.

There are many islands in the center of the lake, one of which is very tall, like a raised hill, and there is a temple on the top of the mountain, the Dragon King Temple.

A group of people took a small boat, braved the rain to go to the isolated island, climbed the mountain, and arrived at the Dragon King Temple.

There is a tortoise in front of the Dragon King Temple. The inscription on the tortoise records the origin of the temple. The gate of the temple has a decaying smell, and inside it is a lacquer statue of the Dragon King of the Four Seas.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, Xianqing and others pretended to be pilgrims, waiting for the Dragon King to arrive, but the Dragon King did not come, but a group of bandits came first. When they wrestled with the bandits, the sky outside darkened without warning. Someone yelled, "Look there!"

The two groups stopped and looked towards the direction the person pointed, which was the direction of the window.

A bloody black eye blocked the window and was looking inside.

No one has ever seen such a large pupil.

The pupil is already like this, how huge should its complete body be?
Before they could recover from the shock, the door was pushed open, and a scarlet tongue rolled in, wrapped up several bandits, swept them away, and dragged them into the rainstorm outside, with the sound of bones being chewed Here, the bandit's screams were quickly extinguished.

The monster seemed to be full and left without continuing to attack.

The few people who were still in shock walked out of the Dragon King Temple, and found that the outside was empty, and there was no trace of demons coming.

Someone already felt timid and wanted to leave. At this moment, a frog called suddenly came from the eaves, and a blood-red whip with a long tongue hung down, wrapping around the two people who said they were going to escape, and retracted with a swish.

Xian Qing looked up and saw a giant frog with swollen eyes lying on the roof. In its mouth, its companion was constantly being chewed.

After swallowing his companions, the giant frog looked at the pale-faced people, and jumped down from the eaves. It rolled its tongue full of broken bones and blood foam, and swallowed everyone. There was no way, these rangers had to Draw your sword and fight.

This scene was extremely tragic, from day to night, almost all the people around Xianqing died, only one heroine was left alive, she was bitten off her arm, and fell into a pool of blood lingering on her last breath.

Xian Qing was covered in blood, and he was almost sucked into the belly several times. Fortunately, he barely survived in a desperate situation. Xian Qing was familiar with the fighting posture of this monster. At a certain moment, he finally caught it. The monster's loopholes, and stabbed with a sword with all its strength.

The sword pierced through.

In the rain, the monster disappeared out of thin air.

Xianqing knelt on the ground, looking around, suddenly, he noticed the turtle at the entrance of the Dragon King Temple, he picked up a huge stone, smashed the turtle with all his strength, and smashed it to pieces, the turtle was actually the frog's After the main body and the tortoise shattered, the seriously injured giant frog reappeared. Its skin was no longer smooth, but covered with pimples with white pus.

Xianqing killed it.

The giant frog that ate countless people died in front of the Dragon King Temple.

"Is Baxia dead?" asked the dying female ranger.

Xianqing didn't speak, he fell to the ground exhausted and looked at the sky.

The sky seemed to be leaking, and the rain was still falling, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

Then, something happened that shocked Xian Qing and the female ranger, who were already ashamed.

The ground under them slowly rose in the vibration, and then began to move slowly towards the shore, as if something was lifting the mountain.

Then, beside Xianqing, in the pair of broken tortoise statues, someone seemed to be talking:
"I heard that Suan Ni died."

"How did you die?"

"When it was destroying the Buddha statue, it met a pair of killers. Suan Ni fought with them and was defeated. It wanted to escape, but failed. They were also dug out, and the refugees cooked them into porridge for drinking.”

"How is it possible? Suan Ni is not as powerful as the eldest brother and second brother, but he is also skilled in martial arts. Who in this world can kill it? By the way, which Buddha statue did it destroy?"

"I don't know that Buddha, but I heard that it is a female living Buddha who has recently gained fame among the people, known as the Holy Bodhisattva."

"Did the person who killed Suan Ni leave a name?"

"No man, but that one has left behind a lot of titles, such as King of Ten Thousand Dragons, Sword of Taoism, Omen of Evil Demons, Piper of the Dragon King's Cemetery..."

"arrogant!"

"Okay, Ba Xia, don't carry your broken mountain around all day long, Suan Ni is dead, we should unite together, and we must not be defeated by each of us."

"understood……"

A deep and steady voice answered.

Xianqing didn't know if he heard it wrong, he just felt that the mountain below him was pouring towards the White Salt Lake.

At this moment, it suddenly understood that the giant frog was just a little devil, the real bully had been in this lake all along, and the mountain they climbed was actually carried on the back of this giant turtle!

Sure enough, this is the god who can summon wind and rain...

Xianqing felt desperate, he didn't know what kind of strength he would need to fight against this monster that could carry a mountain with strength and call rain with Taoism.

The mountain peak smashed into the mountain, causing huge waves.

When Xianqing was holding on to the death-defying heart, a melodious flute sound suddenly came from his ears.

His body was embraced by a young man in white, who held him by the back of the neck, passed over the water, placed him on the shore, fed him a heart protection pill, and on the other side, the female ranger with a broken arm was also captured Another girl in a black skirt picked her up and escorted her to the shore.

The young girl looked at the big waves in the white salt lake, dignified and stern.

Xian Qing listened to the sound of the flute fluttering in the wind, looked at the flute pinned to the waist of the girl in the black dress, and couldn't help thinking of the conversation he had just heard. He immediately came to his senses, raised his hand with difficulty, and said:
"You... you guys are... the king of ten thousand dragons, the flute player in the Dragon King's cemetery?"

Lin Shouxi felt embarrassed when he heard this, he pretended not to hear, and glanced at Mu Shijing coldly, but Mu Shijing looked proud and murmured: "Well, not bad, I didn't expect this name to have spread so far. .”

Mu Shijing looked at the two people who had been saved, and said, "If you think this title is too long, you can also call me the Black Dress Sage Monarch."

In order to fit this title, Mu Shijing even took the time to buy a black skirt and put it on.

She wants to return to this world with a brand new look, and let people know a brand new Taoist saint, a reborn Mu Shijing!
She hated the devastation and destruction caused by dragons, so on the way to Chang'an, she joined hands with Lin Shouxi and vowed to kill these vile beasts that make waves and restore peace to the world. And beheaded.

Before he died, he was still writing poems, only to see the poems on the stele read: Heaven imprisoned the dragon clan in the bottom of the sea, and let the ants spread all over the world.Today I go out to the sea and ride the clouds, calling for thunder, lightning and wind and rain.I shaped the earth with the sea, and swallowed the snow in Kunlun thousands of miles.Thousands of peaks and ten thousand peaks are extremely high, and they are smashed to the fairy gate to become a dragon temple.Then go to Lingshan and ask the Buddha, can you drink the purple air from the east?
After finishing writing, he still couldn't let go of his hatred. He was biting the tip of his pen, thinking about how to end the poem, when a man leaned over and flatteringly suggested, "Why don't you add a few more characters?"

After listening to it, he was overwhelmed. There was a seven-kill stele in ancient times. Today, he wrote his seven-seven, 49-kill stele!
This dragon who likes to dance and write is madly writing killing words on the stele. The boy in white and the girl in black skirt descend from the sky, interrupting his process of becoming a literary master. In the end, he failed to finish writing after 49 kills. It was poured on the stele, but it provided a footnote for his last poem.

Death came so hastily, that Negative Chi didn't even have time to think of an elegant posthumous title for himself.

Logically speaking, dragons are the most powerful creatures in this world, especially their real bodies. This dragon body is a real steel body. It is difficult for an ordinary martial arts master to chop with a treasured knife for ten years. Yinzi, when they went out to sea, they thought that they might meet their opponents, but they never thought that they would die.

At the beginning, when Xing Yu returned to the Dragon Palace, Lie Xi laughed at her, but now, he has proved the strength of his opponent with his dead body.

But Zhao Xi was not mistaken. Dragons are indeed a nearly invincible species. In the past, even if Lin Shouxi had the natural ability to restrain dragons, he could only defeat Xingyu, not kill him.

But now, Lin Shouxi had a girl in a black dress beside her.

They didn't know the origin of the girl in the black skirt, but when they saw it, the dragons felt the fear from the heart, and they couldn't tell where the fear came from. It was like a mosquito seeing a frog, a centipede Seeing a chicken is a fear written in the blood, and it is a law that all souls must abide by.

However, the woman in red clearly told them that since the beginning of the world, dragons have had no natural enemies, and even the evil gods who would drive people crazy just by looking at them cannot be compared with the real ancient dragon kings.

If the woman in red didn't lie, then there is only one world for their half-blooded dragons—a real dragon with pure blood.

This girl in a black dress should be the reincarnation of a certain dragon king from ancient times. Who is she?King of Cangbi?White-eyed Dragon King?Or someone more secretive and immortal?
They don't know the answer, they only know that even a rusty kitchen knife, held by the girl in the black skirt, can exert the power to cut through the hard scales of dragons.

Lin Shouxi was also impressed by Mu Shijing's strength in the Dragon Slaying Battle.

In the past few days of wandering the rivers, Lin Shouxi rarely satirized her, but offered delicious food and drink, which made Mu Shijing feel elated.

By the White Salt Lake, Mu Shijing and Lin Shouxi drew their swords hand in hand.

Death certificate and Zhan Gong showed their sharp edges, either black gold or snow white, and neighed bloodthirsty by the lakeside.

This girl who was bullied by her master and sisters in the Taoist gate on weekdays, her black skirt fluttered when she raised her sword, as if she was holding a wind and cloud. All tremble at her presence.

That was the trembling of the bully.

Xianqing struggled to get up. He lay on the ground, raised his head, and looked forward as hard as he could. He couldn't see the picture of the young couple fighting the dragon clearly. Ba Xia in the lake kept roaring, and the tip of the iceberg of its body could be seen from time to time.

The image of Baxia is the tortoise carrying the stele. It is said that it is the illegitimate child of the Dragon King and the tortoise.

Two hours later, Xianqing found that the rain in the sky gradually stopped.

The blood on the White Salt Lake bloomed like flowers, gradually covering the entire lake, with a fishy smell.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing Lingbo came back.

Mu Shijing wore black clothes, which didn't look dirty, while Lin Shouxi's white clothes were soaked in blood. During the battle with Ba Xia, Lin Shouxi learned the way of knowing, and his understanding of the art of standing armor and controlling swords also improved. Lou, but he also understands better that there is no future in blindly defending, as hard as a bully, and in the end Lin Shouxi used his body as a bait to seduce the probe, and finally Mu Shijing cut off the turtle's head with a sword.

They sat by the lake, took out water and dry food, and shared food and rest.

Mu Shijing sat on the lonely rock, with one leg stretched out and the other half bent, with her arms resting lightly on her knees, looking up at the clear stars after the rain had cleared, her eyes were lonely.

Lin Shouxi thought that she had made great contributions in this battle, and wanted to praise her, so he tugged at her sleeve, "Miss Mu, today..."

"Stop, I've said it before, from today onwards, please call me the Sage Monarch in Black Dress or the flute player from the Dragon King Cemetery." Mu Shijing said solemnly.

"..." Lin Shouxi was silent for a moment, sighed, and asked, "How old are you today?"

Mu Shijing snorted coldly, she drank her saliva, and said lightly: "Forget it, let me back down a little bit, how about this, you can continue to call me sister from now on."

Lin Shouxi sneered, showing a gesture that he would rather die than obey.

The two sat together, looking at the galaxy, and got up together after adjusting their breath.

Lin Shouxi suddenly asked: "Have you ever thought about what you are?"

"No, but it's definitely not human." Mu Shijing commented on himself.

She also guessed her real identity countless times, but couldn't get the answer.

The past seemed to her like a long, foggy corridor through which she would never end.

Lin Shouxi smiled, and the smile faded away quickly. He looked at the lake filled with dragon blood and asked, "Have you ever thought that you might be a dragon?"

"I thought about it." Mu Shijing said.

"If you are a dragon, then what you are killing now is not your own kind." Lin Shouxi asked.

"Do not."

Mu Shijing shook her head lightly. Under the starry sky, on the glamorous cheeks of the girl in black skirt, the indifference and solemnity when she looked at the black-scaled dragon that day reappeared. She stared into Lin Shouxi's eyes and said word by word: "You are the only one of my kind."

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