I will bury the gods

Chapter 348
An explosion occurred above Chang'an City.

It was a neat explosion.

This explosion spread out in a flat ring shape, and countless golden discs were born at the edge, which looked like a sun totem drawn on the earth with absolute precision, so blazing that it could engulf the world.

The last sights of the creatures were fixed on the splendid explosion.

Everything was wiped out, and it was too late to feel the pain.

The Empress can't feel it either.

She has a long life that the world cannot understand, but time flows continuously. No matter how long the years are, when looking back, they are just countless short moments of freeze-frame. These moments are engraved in her pupils, forming glass-like lines. With just a little thought, she can see them again.

She is a life created by the original gods.

The original god is called "Pale" by the dragon clan, and "Mother Earth" by other creatures. He is the eternal master of the world. His existence is as unshakable as the sun rises and the moon sets. Her birth comes from loneliness. , the solitude of God alone.

The god wanted to create a life as perfect as himself for companionship, but he failed.

Although the created life is superior to all living beings, it is pale and far behind.

The reason is simple, paleness represents the original, and what emerges from the original, no matter how perfect it is, it is impossible to express the original itself.Just like the wind, people can use words such as vast, soft, harsh, violent, etc. to describe it, but no matter how delicate the words are, they cannot express the wind itself absolutely and accurately - symbols mean distortion when they are created, Even if she is pale, she can't copy the exact same self.

At that time, the Lord of Black Scales had not yet been born from the poisonous spring, and the most powerful dragons under Pale were Xubai and Cangbi.

Xubai is a silver-cast white dragon. It lives in the snow and ice all year round and sleeps. When it sleeps, it looks like a rocky bridge across the ice and snow mountains. The long and slender wings can wrap the entire mountain. .

Xubai is also known as the Dragon of Dreams because of sleeping all year round. It is the patron saint believed by the snow mountain giants. On the ancient stone slabs unearthed today, the white dragon totem carved on the stone slabs by the giants can still be seen.

Cangbi is much more active. She is more like a gentle elder, leading her to swim in the open world all day long. As a child, she sat on the back of a dragon and walked through the vast world. The turbulent ocean, the land where thousands of races migrate, the Milky Way and the sea of ​​stars where the peaks are accessible, the elf residence of the ancient trees in the sky...

In her eyes, the world is kind. She grew up on the back of a dragon, with beautiful deer-like horns protruding from her forehead. The girl's crystal clear body was also touched by the flowing clouds and wind day and night. Over time, every inch of her skin grew crystals. like scales.

At that time, she called Pai Bai her elder sister. She had never seen her real face. In her eyes, her elder sister was the shadow of the origin of the world, extremely mysterious.

She never felt that she lacked anything. For her, being alive was just a process of feeling joy. She was happy tirelessly. Only when she felt her sister's loneliness, would she hate her own weakness and be ashamed of her inability Truly embrace that supreme shadow.

Many years later, she still wonders what the world would be like if the origin hadn't come that day.

She can never forget the scene when the origin came.

The starry sky spreads cracks that run through the world, black turbid liquid drips from the void on the top of the mountain, and flows into the world like a flood of extinction. Countless transparent slime protrudes from the cracks, trembling densely, like a snail exploring its way forward Its tentacles come from the deep universe and occupy the highest peak in the world. It wraps its slender neck like a sea beast around the peak and takes root in the earth, and props up the gorgeous tree crown like an anemone, facing the broken starry sky alone.

It and the mountain form the shape of a tree.

She no longer wants to recall the disaster that swept across the land, she only remembers the end of the first battle of gods, the supreme sister in her heart was defeated, and was imprisoned at the bottom of the peak by Yuan Dian.

Yuan Duan and Pai Bai are both gods of the Ming Dynasty, but Yuan Duan is not Pai Bai's opponent. The most incredible thing about this outer god is that He can be tied to the whole world. Pai Bai cannot accept the end of the world's destruction. She is crushed Under the divine peak, the outflowing blood was polluted by divine turbidity and gathered into a poisonous spring.

It was the second darkest day of her life, and her world collapsed with Pale's defeat.

In the past, although Pai Bai never showed her face, she was the most indestructible wall of God in Wan Ling's heart, until the origin tore apart the sky and trampled the wall of God in her heart to pieces.Pale has fallen into the abyss, but Yuan Dian still stands upright, and the light spots on the tentacles sway with the wind.

During that darkest period of tens of thousands of years, she fell into madness countless times, and finally, after her disgust with herself reached the extreme, she accepted her insanity.

The darkest day in her life has come. The process of accepting the turbidity is extremely painful, but what is really painful is that after she merged with the turbidity, the world tree began to vibrate, and in the dead land where the poisonous spring flowed, the chemical The pale figure of the girl fluttered out from between the soil layers, came to the origin again, and drew out her haughty sword blade.

——Pale finally realized the way to defeat the origin.

That battle of gods ended with the withering of the origin.

Whiteness and greenness dance around the girl, but she can only hide in the darkest corner of the world, tightly wrapped in a dark yellow robe, not daring to peek at the slightest light. Tentacles, but they are like hair, they have a strong self-healing ability, and they will regenerate soon after being cut off.

Pale began to liquidate the whole world.

Back in the dungeon, Mu Shijing once told Xiaohe a nonsense story, the protagonists of the story were her and Lin Shouxi, at that time she did recall a certain past event, the object of the past event was someone she had been close to, but she misremembered , that's not Lin Shouxi, but this little empress.

She was chased and killed by dragons and evil gods together, and she led them into a melee. She passed the origin of withering, and reached the boundary between the mortal world and the universe, and when she was about to cross over, she looked back.

The girl in the fluttering black dress looked at her quietly.

She suddenly understood that the reason she was able to escape was the last mercy given to her by Paleo.

She flew to the universe, to the grave of death and nothingness, she thought that she would never go back.

……

In Chang'an City, the Empress suddenly revealed a smile.

"Sister, no one wants you to die more than me, and no one wants you to wake up more than me..."

She stared at Lin Shouxi, staring at his death-defying eyes, her faint smile turned into a distorted scream: "Sister, please live well, after you lose the most important thing, live alone in this world... ..."

The Empress collided with Lin Shouxi.

The explosion occupied all of Mu Shijing's eyes.

Chang'an City instantly turned into an empty city.

Not to mention the frail life of flesh and blood, even the hand of the patriarch who came through the air was cracked inch by inch after numerous flaming red cracks appeared, until only the wrist remained.

Lin Shouxi's body was also burning in the flames of destruction.

His body is like a piece of broken porcelain, all internal organs have been burned, and the flames swim out of the gaps in his body from the inside out, like sharp claws, trying to tear his flesh and blood completely apart .

In his empty body, only one heart was still miraculously beating.

Neither his innately strong physique nor the immortal fruit that symbolizes the way of heaven can help him resist this level of destruction. Logically speaking, he should have been wiped out long ago. What supports him now seems to be just a touch of ancient obsession .

A strange color flashed in the empress' glazed pupils.

"Are you still dying?" said the Empress.

Lin Shouxi couldn't hear the empress' question.

He couldn't even be sure if he had died.

Somehow, he seemed to have returned to the long past.

He has no memory of his past.

His only memory is of 'hugs'.

——In the dark and dark cage, he hugged a soft and cold body. He wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't. He just hugged her forever and spent the darkest and longest period with her years.

At the end of those years, he faintly saw a ray of light, which reflected a desolate and dilapidated world.

The peak rose from the ground before his eyes.

Together with the girl, he crossed the mountain like the backbone of the earth, and reached the highest point in the world. The canopy of the sea anemone is close in front of his eyes, and the tens of billions of tentacles hang upside down with the corpses of living beings, shivering in the long wind...

who I am?
In Mu Shijing's dream, "Miss" once said that a god like her does not need to gain strength through tedious practice, she only needs to remember who she is.

The same is true for Lin Shouxi.

But unlike other gods, Lin Shouxi has too little memory.

When the empress crashed into the ground with the posture of living together and dying together, he understood that he had to remember who he was, only in this way could he possibly help Mu Shijing block this blow.

But who is he?
Death is like a huge ax that opened up the world, splitting his chaotic brain. He looked back from this moment, back to the age when the creatures first danced on the horizon, but he couldn't recall any other than the lengthy darkness and cold embrace. thing.

It was as if his existence was just to embrace the girl who was trapped in darkness.

He can clearly recall her pain when she was on the verge of collapse, recall her confusion in the face of the vast darkness, recall her struggle when she kept self-harming, recall every slight emotional fluctuation in the darkness...he can recall everything about her , but only unable to remember who he is.

As if she was his everything.

Flame cracks continued to spread on Lin Shouxi's body.

Even if the moment of death is stretched to infinity, the turbulence of time will always submerge the inevitable node.

who I am?
Lin Shouxi asked his own soul.

At the last moment when the body was about to be torn apart.

Lin Shouxi suddenly opened his eyes, and a blazing aura burst out from his pupils.

"I am the black phoenix, the shadow of the ancient times, the paleness and the wings! After crucifying the origin on the divine peak, she allowed me to be free and cut me off with her own hands. Shadow!" The boy screamed loudly, as if announcing his identity to the world.

He is pale wings. In the endless dark years, he spreads from behind and wraps the girl slowly, like an embrace to her... He is the only one who embraces her, hugging countless times ten thousand years.His never betraying embrace.

He could clearly perceive her, just as he perceives himself.

He's always with her, like a part of her.

but……

"What a pity, you guessed wrong." The empress smiled regretfully.

The young man's conjecture was self-consistent, but was denied by the Empress herself.

really.

His ripping body proved him wrong.

Like a guessing game, the price of failure is his life.

Lin Shouxi didn't know where his guess was wrong, and he couldn't reflect on it. The violent explosion finally tore his stubborn heart. At the last moment before his consciousness broke, he turned his neck and looked at the girl who was rushing towards him behind him. .

He held out his hand to her.

The flames raged.

The moment their fingers touched, the flames licked Lin Shouxi away, Mu Shijing's pupils shrank a little, she opened her mouth, and endless chill poured down her throat, making her bone-chilling.

She rushed forward, tried her best, and finally wanted to grab something.

The flames dissipated.

The pale starlight spread across her face without hindrance.

Nothing stood in her way anymore.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the sky.

"don't want……"

The girl opened her lips like withered petals, and a dry murmur escaped from her throat.

In the sky……

'Lin Shouxi' fell lightly, turning bones into ashes.

……

Chang'an is in ruins.

Strange to say, the Queen's devastating explosion didn't damage any brick or tile here, but all the living things were wiped out.

Chang'an is empty.

The whole world is empty.

Even if they were as strong as Si Muxue and Lin Qiuyi, they were also wiped out in the flames.

The empress gradually dissipated.

Before dissipating, she showed a contented smile.

Mu Shijing's divinity is about to be exhausted, and Lin Shouxi is also killed, but she will continue to survive in the form of seven emotions and six desires. In a long time, she will rebuild the broken throne.

But to her surprise, she had obviously withdrawn the power of time and space, but this time and space did not end.

Logically speaking, after taking back the power of time and space, both she and Mu Shijing will return to the dead city. Lin Shouxi is the person who actually came here, and if he dies here, he will really die. People... Although they are not really included, the collision of this fictional history with the real history will have a huge impact on them.

but……

The empress realized something, and looked at the sky with the last glazed pupil.

In the nothingness she can't see...

The beam of light during this period of time that should have withered was pulled out by another big hand as thick as the ground and held in the palm of the hand. Because of the holding of this hand, this period of history became independent for a short time and could not be brought back to reality.

Is the patriarch.

The Patriarch used another hand that was still intact to forcibly maintain this period of history, retaining the possibility of the final change.

"Good method." The Empress praised indifferently.

Among the human beings she looked down upon, it was indeed admirable to have such an existence.

However, the dead cannot be brought back to life.

At this time, Mu Shijing is no longer the king who feared the gods, she is just a crying girl holding the ashes in her hands, even if she is given 1000 and 1 years, what can she change?

A breeze blows.

Mu Shijing held Ashes firmly in his palm, fearing that he would be blown away by the wind.

"Who will allow you to die..." The girl burst into tears.

The Empress dissipated into the wind.

She had only a touch of emotion left.

This emotion is like a soul without an owner, drifting in this dead and silent history independent of the world.

There is only Mu Shijing left in the whole world.

The city of Chang'an is empty, and the gorgeous thousands of lights have long been extinguished. On Suzaku Long Street, a girl is sitting obliquely on the ground, her skirt being spread out is the last black mandala.

a long time.

The long night should have passed, but time was frozen when the patriarch pulled history away.

Forever frozen before the sun rises.

Mu Shijing used a wooden box to put the boy's ashes one by one into the wooden box, then walked through the wide Suzaku Long Street aimlessly, and came to the outside of the city aimlessly. With red and swollen eyes, he looked towards the east.

The fish-belly light has sprayed thinly on the horizon, and the whole dawn is just a hair away, but the sun is frozen under the mountain, frozen in the long night, and will never rise.

Mu Shijing watched for a long, long time.

Just like the young lady standing on the ice field, waiting for the sun to rise alone.

The night is as cool as water, and the world is boundless.

She was in a daze, not knowing where to go.

But she kept walking.

Holding the small wooden box, she walked alone.

The past flashes forward.

She remembered the confrontation in front of the Guanyin Pavilion during the torrential rain in the dead city, his resolute and lonely back when they slashed at the evil god together, the sudden encounter in the dark night in the Three Realms Village, the battle on the Baixue Ridge, and the The journey of ice and snow from the Witch's House to the God's Wall...

In her heart, he is an old enemy, a close friend, and a bosom friend. They are the only lonely beasts in the world who will lick each other's wounds after disasters. She has long been used to him being by her side as a matter of course, so she even Never imagined that one day he would leave.

It's like looking in a mirror and discovering that there is no reflection of oneself in the mirror, only an empty nothingness remains.

No one is indispensable in this world, but there are always such people, after losing, it is like losing yourself.

Mu Shijing walked the ancient road outside Chang'an.

To walk in this tomb-like dead world.

The wind became the only tiny current.

It blew past the ears and twitched the hair beside the ears, just like the whispers of a teenager.

She shed tears again.

The leaves rustled softly in the wind.

gradually.

The whole forest rustled in the wind.

They are also crying.

In a world that is never bright, flowers and trees seem to understand crying.

　Change first and then change (it is said that the three groups have also exploded, and there is only one general group and one v group left. A new general group will be opened tomorrow. I don’t know how long it will last)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)