I will bury the gods

(Sorry, I'm really sleepy. I owe a [-]-word chapter. I'll sleep for a while and make up for it.)
The spirit flies.

When Mu Shijing broke through, the stars suddenly lit up in the cold sky, and the twinkling stars looked like eyes, so the starry sky also looked like a monster with billions of pupils opened after waking up.

Back then when Chu Yingchan, Xiaohe, and Lin Shouxi broke through, it was also the scene where the stars were clearly distinguished.

But Mu Shijing is different.

In her starry sky, something brighter appeared - the sun and the moon.

The sun and the moon hang in the sky at the same time, like a pair of piercing eyes.

She appeared in the tomb of the gods.

In the tomb of the gods, gods from ancient times and the future stand here. Their bodies are empty, but they still do not lose their majesty. Even the shadows they cast are coated with a touch of gold. Silence, they together form a golden scroll.

Mu Shijing stood in front of the scroll, his back was like the cool night.

Real Li, who turned into a ladder of flesh and blood, stopped outside the tomb of the gods. He looked at the silhouette of the girl in the black dress and black hair in the tomb of the gods, as if he was facing an enemy.

"Besides the God's Wall, you were the one who killed the Space-Time Demon God?" Li Zhenren recalled the past.

"Aren't you already a fairy? You can only see this?" Mu Shijing's voice was as cold as a sarcasm.

Li Zhenren rolled up the ladder of flesh and blood, and managed to piece together half an eye from the broken pieces of flesh. He used this half eye to cross the light stream of the enchantment of the tomb of the gods, and looked at the girl standing quietly in it.

The last half of his eye exploded together with a large piece of flesh and blood.

"Are you? You are actually a sleeve!!" Li Zhenren lost his voice.

"I don't even know, what kind of fairy have you become?"

Mu Shijing's ridicule was even stronger. She stepped on those beautiful pointed shoes, followed a long golden ax to a high place, took advantage of the opportunity to use the armor of a god's corpse as a throne, and sat down leisurely. Legs crossed, she looked straight at the flesh and blood monster in front of her, and hooked her fingers: "Didn't you dream of ascending to the fairy court? Since you are already outside the door, why linger, come in and have a look, lest... die And sorry."

The girl's voice was as soft as a cloud.

Li Zhenren, however, is like a monster hearing the sound of thunder, hesitating and not daring to go forward.

He used the remaining half of his brain to think quickly, but these brains were not enough, as soon as he concentrated, the pain became unbearable.

In severe pain, Li Zhenren shouted: "Don't try to fool me. If you are real, I won't even have the qualification to come... You are just the residue of sleeves. Hahaha, you tiny dust, you also want to pretend to be The sun and the moon bully the sky?

As soon as these words came out, Master Li felt that something was wrong, this was clearly the words of the devil, he was the head teacher of Yunkong Mountain, and he should never say such words.

Thinking of this, the last half of his tongue was tied into a knot.

"If you don't believe me, try it."

Mu Shijing sat on the golden armor, lazily stretching her waist. The girl's milky white skin was also glowing with light gold, like precious silk under the golden sun.

Li Zhenren gathered the last flesh and blood from the cold wind and crashed into the tomb of the god.Lin Shouxi floated back to the ground.

The flames that spread all over the world retracted into his robe sleeves.

"Why are you back? Aren't you going to help Miss Mu?" Shi Yirao asked.

"Only those who break the barrier can enter the tomb of the gods. Although I can force it, it will damage the foundation of the human race's cultivation. Then Shi Jing will finish it." Lin Shouxi said.

"Sister Mu, what a great battle."

Bai Zhu knelt beside Mu Shijing, looking at her with admiration.

Mu Shijing's spiritual sense had already flown into the sky, his face was as peaceful as sleep.

"By the way, what kind of realm is Sister Mu breaking through?" Bai Zhu looked at it for a while, his heart was surging, and he couldn't help asking with great anticipation: "Sister Mu, is she going to break through the bottleneck of the human-god realm, surpass Master, and reach the unprecedented level?" a whole new level?"

Lin Shouxi was at a loss for words for a while, and then said in an alarmist tone after a while: "It is indeed an unexpected realm, so I won't say much, for fear of scaring Xiao Baizhu."

Bai Zhutan opened his mouth half-opened and nodded quickly, not daring to ask further questions.

really,

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon of Taoism, Bai Zhu, even if he has cultivated hard to half a step of human god, he is still an insignificant little radish!

On the tomb of the gods, the decisive battle has begun.

Those who set foot on the ground cannot see the scenery above the clouds clearly, but can only see the golden thunder and lightning flashing through the thick clouds, and cannot hear the thunder, but the sense of destruction spreads throughout the universe with absolute silence, and everyone can feel it The coercion from the nine heavens is the wrath of the sky.

The goose feather snow fell again.

Fragments of flesh and blood were mixed in the snow.

Lin Shouxi helped Wang Erguan heal his injury. He twisted out a golden thread, passed through his flesh and blood, and began to mend it. Wang Erguan gritted his teeth, dripping with cold sweat. Finally, when he finished mending, he loosened his body and fell into the snow.

"Is it time to end all of this?" Wang Erguan lay on the ground, looking at the snow falling from the sky, feeling his fresh heart, and asked, "When the king kills the real Li who was parasitized by the evil god of mourning, Isn't the world peaceful?"

"Maybe."

Lin Shouxi said.

The God of Wisdom is already at the end of his battle, and the Lord of the Gray Tomb is still being reborn in the snowfield of the dead. Although the God of Mourning comes to the present from the rift in the future with the help of Li Zhenren as a medium, it is about to be wiped out.The terrifying cloud that shrouded the heads of human beings has gradually dissipated, and the bright light has penetrated through the gaps in the clouds and leaked to the land full of holes.

but……

The God of Mourning, shouldn't be so weak, right?

Although Lin Shouxi has formed a divine elixir, he knows that he is still not the real Nine Bright Sage King, and he definitely does not have the power to easily kill the Primordial Evil God. Could it be...
"Why are you here?"

At this moment, a voice sounded.

Lin Shouxi looked back.

In the heavy snow, Chu Miao floated there.

"Empress, why are you here?" Bai Zhu stood up.

"I... am here to find you."

Chu Miao frowned lightly, showing a look of doubt: "Bai Zhu, why are you still here? The decisive battle between you and Tong Luan is imminent, why don't you start?"

"The decisive battle with Tong Luan?"

Bai Zhu stared blankly at Chu Miao, tiptoed, touched Chu Miao's forehead, and said curiously, "What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't the decisive battle between Bai Zhu and Tong Luan a month away? When the matter here is over, Bai Zhu can calm down and practice, one month should be enough for Bai Zhu to break into the human god and defeat Tong Luan!"

Bai Zhu's self-confidence is not nonsense. At the moment when Lin Shouxi Shendan was refined, Bai Zhu seemed to be wrapped in the spring breeze and felt infinite tenderness and warmth. , ready to grow.

"what are you talking about?"

Chu Miao was even more surprised, and said, "Hasn't it been a month? The duel between you and Tong Luan is tomorrow, and I thought you had already rushed to Patriarch Mountain. Bai Zhu...are you deceiving yourself? "

"what?"

Bai Zhu was completely dumbfounded: "What month? Didn't we just go to the palace to attend the funeral yesterday? Where did the month come from?"

Having said this, Chu Miao completely sensed something was wrong, she pursed her lips into a line, and said coldly, "The funeral happened a month ago."

a month ago? "

"Well, we were parting outside the snowfield at that time. After that, I finished the funeral and came out to look for you. I went to Shenshou Mountain first, but I couldn't find you. I thought that you might have gone to Yunkong Mountain with Master Li to attend the Centennial Ceremony. Worried about the dispute over the Dao, I went to Yunkong Mountain, but I couldn't find it. When I was worried, I saw a vision here, so I came here, so..."

Chu Miao hesitated to speak.

Obviously, a day in Bai Zhu's eyes, in Chu Miao's perspective, has already been a whole month.

"We made such a big noise here, you didn't notice it at all?" Bai Zhu asked.

"no."

Chu Miao shook her head. In her eyes, the world was calm and there was no catastrophe or turmoil.

"What's going on?"

Bai Zhu felt dizzy, thinking that if it really took a month, then he would
Isn't the duel with Tong Luan...

"It's the future law." Lin Shouxi's voice cut in: "This place is interfered by my future law and Master Li's. Under the influence of the future law, time has come ahead of time. We are now one month later."

Bai Zhu's last trace of luck was gone.

A month passed in such an unclear way, and when she came to her senses, the deadline for the appointment came in a blink of an eye, and it was time for her to face Tong Luan.

"Bai Zhu...it's over."

Bai Zhu's slender legs softened, and her delicate body swayed in the cold wind, as if she was about to fall.

Shi Yirao straightened her and said, "Bai Zhu is the number one fairy today, it's impossible to be so depressed."

"Why did my sister come to laugh at me?" Bai Zhu was aggrieved.

She can already imagine the situation in the future - fiasco, being ridiculed, expelled from the school, homeless on the street...

Thinking of this, Bai Zhu collapsed into Shi Yirao's arms.

In order to prove that she was not lying, Chu Miao took out a copy of Shenshan Mansion News from her bosom and handed it to Bai Zhu. The battle between Bai Zhu and Tong Luan was highly anticipated and took up all the pages.

Where did Bai Zhu dare to look, he quickly buried his head, rubbing left and right, tossing and turning in a dilemma.

"Then... what should we do now?" Chu Miao said softly, "No matter what, Bai Zhu has to make a decision."

"decision…"

Bai Zhu raised his head, and while arranging his messy hair, he racked his brains thinking, "Anyway, Zushi Mountain must be a must, um...Bai Zhu has to think of an unspeakable secret..."

"I thought Xiaobai Zhu had grown up, but I didn't expect to be running away." Seeing this, Chu Miao said helplessly, "If my Yingchan sees you like this, she will be annoyed again."

"Can't I escape when I grow up?" Bai Zhu was not convinced.

Of course, she didn't dare to argue with her senior sister's mother.

Bai Zhu tried hard to think about countermeasures.

Sudden.

An ice-like screech sounded, frightening Bai Zhu into a quivering state:
"Go to Patriarch Mountain!!"

Bai Zhu looked back and found that Sister Mu, who was sitting cross-legged, had woken up. Her aura was illusory and fairy-like, and she was so cold and thrilling.

Everyone looked at Mu Shijing.

Mu Shijing stood up and looked around, his gaze was as sharp as a knife.

"This real Li is too weak. What it contains is not the full power of the God of Mourning. It is just a cover, a cover to delay our time! The God of Mourning will wake up elsewhere...it will wake up soon. coming."

In the tomb of the gods, Mu Shijing killed Master Li.

The tomb of the gods is inherently suppressed by realms, and she has been suppressed at the peak of Yuanchi for a full 100 years. Her real strength is incalculable. With the tomb of the gods as the battlefield, she defeated Real Man Li without any suspense.

Before Li Zhenren died, he made a copper coin out of the last flesh and blood, and threw it on the shell of an ancient golden tortoise.

"The white clouds are light and the loess is thick, and I have a copper stink."

Li Zhenren read a sentence softly, and died quietly.

But Mu Shijing sensed something was wrong.

The God of Mourning likes to sing. If it is said that Li Zhenren is the last piece of music he composed, then this piece of music stopped abruptly after playing a few times. It is hard to believe that it is complete.

Then, she sensed something and looked in the direction of Patriarch Mountain.

She remembered what Lin Shouxi had seen and heard that day.

Lin Shouxi also remembered.

——On that day of heavy rain, he caught a glimpse of a black cloud rolling over the Patriarch Mountain.

At that time, he wanted to investigate, but he didn't have the power to ask the sword Patriarch Mountain, and coupled with the sudden changes in the Holy Soil Hall, he had no choice but to let it go.

But now he can.

Patriarch Mountain.

The snow-white cloud gushes out from the thousand orifices of the three mountains and gathers towards the top of Zushi Mountain, like thousands of ravines rushing, converging into a long river hanging between the top of the clouds and the mountain stream.

Tong Qingyu is also over [-] years old this year.

As the former Chief Chief of Zhanxie Division,
She has already reached the consummation of the human spirit, and if she is placed in a legendary story, she will walk out of the cloud-shrouded mountain at any time, and save the building from falling.

The situation has changed in 500 years, but Tong Qingyu still clearly remembers the appearance when he first came to Zushi Mountain.

At that time, she asked the immortal master if there was a technique for cultivating longevity on the mountain. The immortal master smiled mysteriously, stroked his long beard lightly, and said, "I am in the depths of the clouds."

The fairy master had died 300 years before her.

In the past, Tong Qingyu was the most standard gifted girl. She was extremely talented and learned. Once she practiced Taoism, she became the best in the world. Among her peers, there was no one who could match her.

Her life trajectory is very similar to that of Shi Yirao.

They were all born in aristocratic families, with beautiful looks and elegance, and they had never failed before Gongyu was born.

But genius is also the easiest. In the past, there was a genius who cultivated Taoism and an oil seller who competed in the skill of piercing copper coins with oil.

Tong Qingyu is not so extreme, but when she lost to Gongyu, the feeling of the sky falling is still vivid in her memory, so she doesn't want to think about it.

However, looking back now, if it weren't for this failure, her life would indeed be too boring.

Dew in the pool.

Tong Qingyu bathed and changed clothes as usual.

The Luqing Pond in winter is warm and warm, and amidst the faint sound of the water, the young herring comes out gracefully, wrapped her milky white body with a piece of red silk, and then, she casually made a tactic, bypassing the wind blowing around her body. It turned into scissors in an instant, and cut the red silk into a decent dress in one breath, elegant and charming.

The rest of the red silk floated on the water like broken petals.

When Tong Qingyu walked out of Luqing Pond, her daughter Tong Luan was waiting for her respectfully outside.

Tong Qingyu led her to the top of Patriarch Mountain.

"Luan'er, you have practiced Taoism for 300 years, do you have any insights?" Tong Qingyu asked.

"Enlightenment... My daughter's understanding is as numerous as the clouds in this mountain. I don't know what mother wants to hear when she suddenly asks this question?" Tong Luan was puzzled.

"What do you think is the meaning of practicing?" Tong Qingyu asked.

"significance?"

Tong Wan knew that his mother didn't like to ask such big questions, so when he heard this question today, he was startled, and after thinking about it, he answered: "Cultivating the Tao is like climbing a mountain, like climbing the steps to the sky, but ask to move forward, don't ask Meaning, my daughter has been cultivating the Dao so far, she is in the realm of the gods, and the enlightened heart is the greatest meaning.”

"yes?"

Tong Qingyu said: "I have strictly controlled you since I was a child. How much food you eat and how much water you drink will be calculated on a catty basis. When I am angry, I will scold you and beat you when I am angry. You, the current boss The chief is bright on the outside, but I don’t know how many slaps you have received in the back, even so, you still have a clear heart?"

"Mother does it for the good of her daughter, and she never complains," Tong Luan said.

"Is it."

Tong Qingyu murmured to herself and continued walking towards the top of the mountain.

Tong Luan followed behind, trembling.

Although she has reached a human god, the gap between her human god and her mother's is still too large. She has thought of many ways to fill this gap. In the end, the only way she can think of is to let her mother die. But she didn't have the courage to attack and kill, so she could only wait.

She didn't know how long she would have to wait.

But Tong Wan always felt that mother's tone now seemed to be confessing her last words.

Is she also at the end of her life?

Or is it another test of her filial piety?
Tong Wan has mixed feelings.

Above the clouds.

The fairy masters of Patriarch Mountain are dressed like clouds.

They sat cross-legged, quietly waiting for Dazu Tong Qingyu to preach to them.

Tong Qingyu sat down, her hands were like lotus flowers, and she preached and explained the scriptures for everyone as usual. When she talked about the beauty, the fairy sparrow flew up to the top of the mountain with the morning glow in her arms, and the snow butterflies fluttered on her fingers, one after another. Disappeared, as if the supreme magic dharma was stationed there.

Even though she harbored resentment towards her mother, Tong Luan was still fascinated by what she heard.

The mother who preached is a real fairy, giving people a distant
Unreachable feeling.

Tong Luan knew that today Tong Qingyu made an exception to preach to the immortals in order to create momentum for the decisive battle between her and Bai Zhu. The landlord has completely wiped out the facade of Patriarch Mountain. He has endured it for a hundred years, and it is time to fight back.

When Tong Luan was thinking wildly.

Ripples suddenly appeared in the great formation protecting the Patriarch Mountain.

Tong Luan looked towards where Lianyi was.

Then she thought she was dazzled—she saw the sun, two suns!

One round is the morning sun rising from the sky, and the other round of the sun quickly crosses the line between the town and the mountain, and hits the mountain protection array straightly. Shaking, like a whole glazed wall being broken, the colorful clouds all over the sky were also shattered, falling into countless light and shadows.

"Where is the monster, dare to break into the grand formation of the Patriarch Mountain?" Tong Luan stood up with a sword.

The accident came too suddenly.

Moreover, this is a movement that has not been seen in Patriarch Mountain for thousands of years.

Patriarch Mountain is far away from the divine wall. Several catastrophes have been avoided without damage to the foundation. Now it is also the one with the strongest heritage among the three mountains. They dare not even think about the destruction of the mountain guardian array.

There was chaos on the Patriarch Mountain.

Only Tong Qingyu expected everything and was very calm.

"Is it finally here?" she murmured.

Tong Luan was flustered at first, but seeing her mother's calm and confident expression, she quickly calmed down again.

That's right, mother's plan, what can't be hidden from her eyes, although I don't know which demon has lost his mind and dared to trespass on the sacred mountain, but unless it is an ancient-level evil god, otherwise, within the sacred mountain , who can be the enemy of the mother?
All she had to do was to maintain the tranquility of her Dao heart and not lose her composure.

Seeing the calm Tong Qingyu in Yunjian, the rest of the immortals put down their worries and waited quietly for the fairy to slay the demon.

Tong Qingyu took the sword and left.

The morning dew, the colorful clouds, the clouds and the flowing light... everything turned into a sword, and Tong Qingyu greeted the enemy together.

Tong Qingyu pointed and pushed.

The first sword was the first to press over.

After one strike, tens of thousands of swords were unleashed, and they slashed at the incoming enemy together.

The three main beams of light covered the sky, and the scene was magnificent. The immortal masters looked at it from a distance, and thought it was the beam of light going upstream toward the fierce sun.

Tong Qingyu's sword exploded after the collision, forming an overwhelming rain of light. The rain of light was dazzling, and the explosive air waves blown out of the rain of light tore apart the entire sea of ​​clouds.

Something that shocked all the immortal masters happened.

After the explosion, it was Tong Qingyu who fell out of the light rain.

Her three thousand swords were all shattered, her red dress was torn, and blood was seeping from her tiger's mouth. What was even more unbelievable was that there was a striking palm mark on Tong Qingyu's graceful and noble cheek.

"mother…"

Tong Luan only felt that the whole world had collapsed.

In recent years, Tong Qingyu's realm has made great strides forward, and in her heart she has not lost the slightest loss to the master of the Taoist sect. However, such an invincible mother in the world was defeated by the enemy after just one meeting. Not only was she defeated, she was also defeated. Got slapped.

"Is the gap so big?"

Tong Qingyu covered her cheeks, smiled indifferently, and didn't care.

Her figure disappeared.

When she reappeared, she had another slap on the cheek.

"I was defeated by your ancestor a hundred years ago, and now I am defeated by you. Is this my doom?" Tong Qingyu looked at the golden light and asked.

"Tong Fairy don't need to be humble, I haven't won yet."

Lin Shouxi's voice sounded from the golden light.

He turned into a streamer and landed in front of Tong Qingyu, his figure gradually became clear from blur.

After hearing what her mother said, Tong Luan looked at the person in surprise again, and immediately thought of some kind of rumor, "You are still alive?"

Xu Xiang was also among the crowd listening to the fairy preaching. When she saw someone coming, she chased after him.
Recalling the past, he even called him by his first name.

"Lin Shouxi?"

Xu Xiang originally thought that this peerless genius would have been annihilated by the jealousy of heaven, but now seeing him alive, he felt mixed feelings for a while.

Lin Shouxi turned a deaf ear to their exclamation.

"Tong Qingyu, what do you want to do?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Take a guess?"

Tong Qingyu Henggu Bingshan's cheeks evoked a provocative smile, as if declaring war.

"There's nothing to guess." Lin Shouxi said coldly: "You have collected thousands of forbidden techniques related to the God of Mourning, and you have established a law in the Patriarch Mountain. You just want to hold a ceremony and summon the evil god to descend. The demons of all ages have loved to invite gods at this altar, and there is nothing new about it.”

"You really think so." Tong Qingyu smiled.

"Could it be that Fairy Tong has other plans?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Since you think I'm inviting God, then you can find out where this God has gone."

Tong Qingyu actually showed a charming smile, like a little girl addicted to the game of hide-and-seek.

In the past 300 years, Tong Luan has never seen her mother show such an expression, even when she is in the best mood.

Clouds from Zushi Mountain rose into the sky.

The white clouds seemed to be stained with ink, and suddenly turned black.

Black clouds are like weaving.

On the Patriarch Mountain, which was sunny and bright before, it was a sign of the approaching end in the blink of an eye.

Lin Shouxi looked towards the black cloud. This time, he saw the cloudy eyes again. It rose and fell in the clouds, like a ship sailing on the sea, but it just wanted to open one eye at the bottom of the ship, and it was time to sail. Explore the mysteries of the depths of the sea.

This time, Lin Shouxi didn't hesitate at all. He directly sacrificed the golden flame, knelt the mother and daughter on the ground, restrained them temporarily, and then broke through the thick cloud and penetrated into the thin flesh of the eye.

His eyes disappeared.

"Another blindfold?"

Lin Shouxi looked at this mysterious evil eye that collapsed at the touch of a touch, feeling slightly irritable while disappointed.

Just as Lin Shouxi was about to fall back to the top of the mountain, he glanced down.

This glance made him freeze.

The circular building of the Patriarch Hall surrounds a huge black abyss. Above the abyss, a huge meat ball is suspended. The meat ball is composed of many different faces and limbs, densely packed, and the meat ball Outside, there are countless rings of French, French or golden purple or scarlet green, they are interlaced and nested with each other, seemingly complex and disorderly, but in fact strict rules and regulations.

This meat ball is not something else, it is really a relic of the ancestor.

And this patriarch's slough is the foundation of most of the sacred mountain's cultivation.In the past, Lin Shouxi thought that the ancestor's slough was well preserved, but looking at it now, it can't even maintain its human shape.

What's more terrible is that Lin Shouxi can clearly feel its evil nature in this spherical meat ball. This meat ball is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something is gestating in its body!

"Tong Qingyu, what have you done?" Lin Shouxi asked sharply.

"Obviously, the god of mourning will wake up in the slough of the patriarch." Tong Qingyu said.

"Are you crazy?"

"I am not sleeply."

Tong Qingyu said: "If you want to deceive such an evil god willingly from the future, this is the best way and the only choice."

"The slough of the patriarch plus the god of mourning? What kind of monster do you want to create?" Lin Shouxi asked sharply, "Is the head and head teacher of Patriarch Mountain dead? How could you watch you do this?"

"They didn't die. On the contrary, they supported my decision." Tong Qingyu said.

"how is this possible?"

"How is it impossible?"

Tong Qingyu looked at Lin Shouxi and said, "A hundred years ago, the patriarch woke up once, and he chose to descend after waking up, but the patriarch descended to a world on the other side. The facts are unacceptable, but both the chief seat and the head teacher know that the patriarch actually has nothing to do
Dharma has really come to this realm.From the moment he became a fairy, he was completely cut off from the mortal world. "

Tong Qingyu sighed helplessly, she looked at Lin Shouxi calmly, and said: "The other side is not our world, the evil spirits here have not been exterminated, and the evil spirits have not been eliminated. We have worked hard to support the patriarch, why should he protect the irrelevant other side? In the past, there was a legend that when the world was destroyed, the Patriarch would show up to save the world. I have believed in it for hundreds of years, but now it seems that it is all a lie that stabilizes people’s hearts. The Patriarch will never come, and the Patriarch has long abandoned us... "

"He abandoned us first!!"

Tong Qingyu's tone was heavier. After panting, she calmed down a little and continued:

"The God of Mourning can't resist the temptation of the Patriarch's Dharma Shell. Even if it knows it's a trap, it will take the risk... Look, am I right?"

Lin Shouxi looked at the tiny meat granules constantly growing on the surface of the meat ball, watching them scurry around like a colony of ants, and felt a chill in his heart.

If there is no patriarch, even if he and Mu Shijing were not killed by the emperor in the battle of the dead city, he and Mu Shijing would have died because of the collapse of the world. He had never met the patriarch, but the patriarch was his savior. Seeing the patriarch's remains being so desecrated?
"The slough of the patriarch is not only the slough, but also the foundation of the entire cultivation world hidden in it! If this foundation is destroyed, all the cultivation methods for thousands of years will be burned!" Lin Shouxi sternly said.

"Isn't this better?" Tong Qingyu said lazily.

"What did you say?"

"What's the point of immortals living in this world? Even if they cultivated to the level of human gods, they would just be crushed to death by the fingers of evil gods. Ascension is even more meaningless. There are demons more terrifying than evil gods outside the realm. Even if human monks can fly through this Chongtian is just entering a darker and colder prison, which is meaningless! Fighting with the sky and the earth is just self-deceiving nonsense, and in the final analysis, it is just...fighting with people!"

Tong Qingyu was cut off with both wrists, directly tearing away the golden flames that bound Lin Shouxi's wrists. She raised her bloody arms, pointed down the mountain, and said, "Do you know how many resources it takes to raise a cultivator? 1 Only mortals can provide a monk to advance to the fairyland! How can the monks in the fairyland give back to all living beings? Slaying demons and demons?
Heh, killing demons and eliminating demons is just a nice word to say. If it is not forced by the law, how many immortals are willing to join our evil division?The vast majority of monks are just immortals on the mountain and bandits at the bottom of the mountain. They bully the weak, kill people without counting, and plunder countless treasures. Now there is still a big enemy coming. Those things know how to restrain themselves. The dragon corpse is no longer a threat to life and death, so what will these so-called immortals become? "

A ferocious color flickered in Tong Qingyu's extremely beautiful pupils. This ferocious color was like a sharp blade hidden in its sheath for thousands of years, and it finally showed its edge today.

"Actually, I know all about it...the three great gods never killed any evil gods. Only gods can kill gods. Behind the fall of evil gods is the internal friction of the ancient gods. Their deaths have nothing to do with people."

"The so-called Three Great Mountains are nothing more than three maggots that crush the bones and suck the marrow on the heads of all living beings in the name of immortals!"

"Sooner or later, these immortals will become the new evil gods!"

"When I kill the God of Mourning, I will kill another future evil god, isn't it okay?"

Tong Qingyu laughed. She pointed to the Patriarch Mountain at her feet, glanced around and then pointed to herself, crying and laughing: "We are the enemies of all living beings!"