I will bury the gods

Tong Qingyu's voice echoed in the three mountains.

The monks who were still asleep woke up one after another. When they walked out the door, they looked up and saw a huge black sphere rising from the main peak.

Before this, the vast majority of people had never seen the patriarch's fashui at all, and most of them thought it was the remains of the patriarch's immortal body, or a golden body with brilliance and brilliance, almost between a man and a god.

At this moment, when people saw the meat ball hanging above the peak, making the huge peak seem small, they thought it was a demon born, and they couldn't imagine that this was their ancestor.

Bai Zhu and others arrived at Patriarch Mountain later than Lin Shouxi, and when they arrived, they also saw the lonely head hanging in the sky.

There are tens of thousands of faces gathered on the head, crying and laughing.

Tong Qingyu saw no one else in her eyes, she looked at the raised head of the Patriarch, and asked Lin Shouxi:

"Does this count as... the sun is rising?"

Lin Shouxi didn't answer.

He understood what Tong Qingyu was thinking.

Tong Qingyu teamed up with the head and head teacher of the Patriarch Mountain to undo the restraints wrapped around the slough of the Patriarch, using it as bait to trick the God of Mourning into seizing the house.

The slough of the patriarch represents the origin of the spells of the entire human cultivation world. These spells are swords and daggers. When the god of mourning comes, it is tantamount to throwing himself into the mountain of knives. Even if he finally escapes, he will endure thousands of swords. cut.

This is conspiracy.

Although the God of Mourning knew the danger, he still chose to descend.

It is unwilling to give up this opportunity to return to the world.

Lin Shouxi was held back by Master Li's futuristic method, and he came too late, unable to stop Tong Qingyu's adventurous move.

"Tong Qingyu, do you really think that the patriarch's slough can kill the God of Mourning?" Lin Shouxi asked in a deep voice.

"How do you know if you don't try? The Holy Soil Hall has been destroyed, and the god wall can't stop even the skeletal Cangbi King, let alone this world-destroying disaster. The only thing in the world that can be used as a counterweight to the evil god is the remains of the patriarch. What else can we use besides using it? I am sick. Although I am perfect, my lifespan is limited. I am afraid that after my death, future generations will not have such courage.”

Tong Qingyu had already thought about it deeply, she raised her head, all the hesitation and struggle were burned out in countless sleepless nights, her eyes only had arrogance: "Patriarch has a heart for the common people, don't blame me, I will die too It's not a pity... Besides, even if the ancestor Yishui failed to kill the God of Mourning, wouldn't there still be you? Lin Shouxi, you are very strong now, I envy you for being so strong, you are a good person, I believe you will clean up for us Endgame."

Speaking of this, Tong Qingyu couldn't help laughing, and she said: "It's also thanks to your disappearance. If you hadn't disappeared, the master of the Daomen wouldn't have left. She likes to come to Patriarch Mountain to mess around. The suzerain of the Ajian faction almost lost his Dao heart, and we all hate it. Thanks to you, you helped us find such a large piece of peace, so that we can unknowingly seal the three mountains one by one untie it."

These words have been pressed in her heart for too long, and now when she speaks them out in one go, Tong Qingyu feels extremely happy.

She held her belly and knelt down on the ground, her smile trembling.

Looking at such a mother, Tong Luan felt strange.

In the past, her mother was always a majestic image of the patriarch. She rarely smiled, and even when she smiled, it was a sneer or a mockery, which only made people feel terrified.But today, she kept laughing, as if all the worries and worries of these hundreds of years were poured out on this day.

Tong Qingyu is very beautiful, and she is even more beautiful when she smiles. She is enchanting in red and laughs non-stop under the patriarch's body, like a picture scroll of peerless elegance.

Tong Luan was scared.

Before she could tell her panic, she felt a pain in her chest, like being hit by a cone. She knelt on the ground and found that her strength was losing.

"This...this is..." Tong Luan was at a loss.

"Do I need to explain this to you, Mother? The God of Mourning has already fought with the patriarch's relic. If it wants to break through the patriarch's relic, it must defeat thousands of spells in the patriarch's relic. Since it is a war , There will always be casualties, the spells you cultivated were destroyed by the God of Mourning... Later, more spells will be destroyed.”

Tong Qingyu said lightly.

She has already considered all the costs, and her mood has long been calm.

More and more monks lost their spells.

This scene seems familiar.

In Zhenguo, it was a similar scene when the Great Spirit Dry Tree was destroyed!
"Stop laughing."

Lin Shouxi stood suspended in the air, and the neat red sun totem behind him made his face particularly gloomy.

"It's such a happy day, why don't you laugh?" Tong Qingyu asked, "The God of Mourning will die today, Lin Shouxi, are you not happy?
Tong Qingyu's practiced spells were also destroyed, her five fingers clenched her nipples tightly, she was in severe pain, but the smile on her face was even worse.

at the same time.

The first seat of Patriarch Mountain's cultivation technique was also destroyed, he vomited blood, and his realm fell greatly.Immediately afterwards, the spells of Shenshou Yamashiro and the masters of the two palaces were also destroyed. They were still sitting in the mountain and they were not even sure what happened, but their clothes were soaked in red blood as if they had been severely injured.

Several cultivators of Yunkong Mountain also fell to the ground as if they had been hit hard. They all looked in the direction of Patriarch Mountain with extremely dignified expressions.

Not only that.

The power of self-cultivation has not been spared, even if they are hiding in a dense cave thousands of feet underground, hidden in a divine shell that can withstand the impact of meteorites.

a time.

Among the three mountains, eleven cultivators in the human and divine realm fell into the realm together.

Until now, Tong Qingyu finally noticed something was wrong.

"Why, why does it only destroy the magic foundation of cultivators in the human-god realm? Tong Qingyu couldn't help asking.

"Tong Qingyu, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Lin Shouxi sighed for a long time, and his expression was extremely gloomy. He said, "The origin of the so-called magic is not in the magic at all, but in the 'sound'. To cast a spell, you need a spell. It is the medium of spells, as long as you have the spiritual root of sound, you can even limit the opponent's spells to death across borders! The reason why the God of Mourning is called the God of Mourning, isn't its ability..."

It was too late for Lin Shouxi to finish, and the singing sounded from Patriarch Mountain.

The song of the mourning god.

The thousands of mouths on the patriarch's slough moved at the same time, and sang a song. The sound was indescribable. It was like a song and dance between strange beings, and it was also like a mourning song that had to be sung long in honor of the dead god.

As soon as it rang, all the ancient bells in the mountain struck their own sound. Not only that, but all the musical instruments seemed to come to life. They made a breathtaking sound together, and the sound spread between heaven and earth.

No matter what this sound sounds like, today, it is the birth song of the evil god.

In the singing, Tong Qingyu's smile faded away and her face turned pale.

The God of Mourning also possesses the ability of sound, so as a spell that uses sound as a carrier, how can it harm it?Not only can't, it is even very likely to become its nourishment.

She actually delivered the patriarch as a delicacy to the dish of the evil god herself!

"dont be sad."

Behind him, someone patted her on the shoulder to comfort her.

"who?"

Tong Qingyu yelled and turned her head, and saw a wrinkled face with white hair.

It is the real person in charge of Patriarch Mountain.

Tong Qingyu saw the corner of Master Zhang's mouth raised, and the chill rushed from her spine to her brain. She asked sharply, "You already knew all this, didn't you?"

"Today is a big day, be happy."

When the real person from Patriarch Mountain said this, his brain exploded. In the flying flesh and blood, dense tentacles gushed out from his broken neck, replacing the head teacher's head.The head teacher stood upright and moved freely, but he was no longer a human being.

Lin Shouxi sighed.

It turned out that the head teacher of Patriarch Mountain was also bewitched by the God of Mourning.

The God of Mourning has been infiltrating into the present in the future, and Li Zhenren and the head teacher of Patriarch Mountain were both deceived.

In the singing, the slough of the ancestor continued to expand.

Countless tentacles gushed out from it, and they were entangled together, as if they couldn't understand
Clear strands of hair, but each of these hairs is as thick as a mountain, and the continuously gushing tentacles form the hair, eyelashes, beard, and eyebrows of this fleshy ball. It becomes a real head, a body without facial features. head.

It hangs there.

Hanging has become the greatest terror in the thousand years of Patriarch Mountain.

"Tong Qingyu, what kind of monster did you create?" Lin Shouxi sighed.

Tong Qingyu's face turned pale.

She never thought that things would develop like this.

"Can you kill it?" Tong Qingyu asked.

"If you don't do this smart move, I might still have the power to fight. Now, it incorporates the power of the patriarch Fashui, I" Lin Shouxi hesitated to speak.

"Then what should we do?" Tong Qingyu asked.

Lin Shouxi didn't speak.

With his scorching sun, he rushed towards the awakened evil god.

There is no choice.

Even if there is only a glimmer of life, he must declare war on the God of Mourning, otherwise, everything in human beings will be destroyed.

The wind and thunder surged.

After Lin Shouxi collided with the patriarch's remains, the entire Patriarch Mountain was shattered inch by inch.

The gust of Patriarch Mountain swept across, destroying the dead.

Yunluo couldn't break through the hurricane and was pushed backwards.

On Yunluo, Bai Zhu looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The evil god is born." Chu Miao said firmly, "The god of mourning has come.
"The God of Mourning..."

When Bai Zhu heard such a horrible thing, her hands and feet felt cold, and she murmured, "Can Master stop it?"

"I don't know." Chu Miao shook her head.

At this time, Shi Yirao suddenly covered his chest and let out a miserable snort.

"Sister Shi, what's wrong with you?" Bai Zhu asked anxiously.

"The spell has been destroyed." Shi Yirao said.

After being injured, Shi Yirao immediately understood what happened. She continued, "The evil god has occupied the remains of the patriarch, destroying the magic foundation of everyone's divine realm."

"Hey...then why is Senior Sister Mu safe and sound?" Bai Zhu asked.

Mu Shijing glared at Bai Zhu, and said coldly, "Senior Sister is above God."

The God of Mourning did not destroy her magic foundation. Mu Shijing was also angry at this underestimation. After she said "protect the law for me", she immediately took out the bamboo flute and began to play.

She wants to call the dragons of the Holy Soil Temple to fight for her.

However, as soon as the sound of her bamboo flute came out, the sound was immediately tampered with by the God of Mourning, and the attack of the dragons turned into a retreat.

Mu Shijing tried to change the tune and recall them, but to no avail.

"What a bunch of stupid dragons, even more stupid than Bai Zhu!"

Mu Shijing sat on the cloud snail, looking at the group of dragons who turned around and ran away, he was very angry.

"If you don't give them instructions, they might follow the breath of the evil god and kill them." Shi Yirao said.

"Sister Shi, stop talking..."

Mu Shijing was filled with remorse, and she never thought that this evil god could modify all the voices that were not good for it at will.

When Mu Shijing was disappointed, she suddenly heard a dragon chant.

That was the dragon chant coming from behind.

Thick and distant.

"Look, this girl still has sensible family members!" Mu Shijing's eyes lit up.

Turn around and look.

Behind them, there was indeed a huge dragon shadow.

Before the smile on Mu Shijing's face disappeared, the giant dragon raised its claws and slapped them down.

This is an unexpected scene.

Previously, even if the God of Mourning changed her summoning tune to 'Kill Mu Shijing, because of her blood, those living dragons would definitely not be able to kill her.But now, as the dragon king, she was attacked by another dragon.

At a critical moment, Bai Zhu manipulated Yunluo and sank suddenly. Yunluo almost brushed against the sharp claws of the giant dragon, and the terrifying claw wind almost cut Yunluo in half.

When the giant dragon missed a hit, it immediately swung its head and breathed out its breath towards Yunluo.

Bai Zhu gritted his teeth and controlled the cloud snail to rise vertically, avoiding the lava-like dragon's breath.

The dragon kept attacking, and Bai Zhu kept dodging.

This dodge almost used up all of Bai Zhu's lifelong knowledge, and at some dangerous and dangerous moments, she even felt that she had become one!

After avoiding more than ten attacks in a row, Yunluo and Long pulled away.

The women looked at the giant dragon, only to realize that it was not an ordinary dragon.

The dragon has ferocious hands and sharp claws, but there are no scales on its surface, replaced by smooth steel, and its huge body has no flesh and blood. What drives it to move is countless sophisticated gear structures!In the center of these structures, there is a vague oval-shaped thing expanding and contracting, which is the heart.The heart is not artificial, it is a real dragon heart.

This is like a mechanical dragon!
The mechanical dragon opened its mouth, and a human voice came out:

"Little girls, are you monks from Patriarch Mountain?"

"The dragon is talking?" Bai Zhuluo turned pale.

"What are you?" Mu Shijing asked coldly.

As the dragon king, she couldn't understand the heels of the strange dragon in front of her at all.

"I am the master of the Palace of Thousand Idols, Master Guangtian." The giant dragon opened his mouth and revealed his identity, saying, "This is the masterpiece of my painstaking efforts for hundreds of years, and it is the most unique doll among my works. You guys …Like it?"

In the mechanical dragon's pupils, lights lit up, and seven colors flickered back and forth, which was very dazzling.

"Master Guangtian?!"

Mu Shijing remembered.

At the beginning, when she was in Xijiang, she and Lin Shouxi were attacked by the Palace of Thousand Puppets. At that time, she and Lin Shouxi jointly killed several members of the Palace of Thousand Puppets. Master Tian, ​​Master Guangtian is a rare genius who is creating something amazing.

It turned out that what the person behind the scenes of the Palace of Thousand Idols created was a giant mechanical dragon!
What the giant dragon used was still the dragon's heart, but his body was replaced by steel that could be used by him.

"Back in Xijiang, a few little dolls ruined my century-old plan, making the casting of this giant dragon a full 50 years late... What a pity, what a pity." Master Guangtian looked at them from afar and asked: "I heard that several of the people who ruined my plan were disciples of Yunkong Mountain. I see your robes..."

"We are disciples of the Patriarch Mountain, and we have worshiped under the Patriarch Mountain since we were young!"

Mu Shijing and Bai Zhu said in unison.

"Oh, Patriarch Mountain disciple, that's not bad..." Master Guangtian said.In order to create this terrifying killer weapon, Master Guangtian lived in seclusion in the desert for hundreds of years. Surgical surgery on the famous mountains through the ages.

No matter who the opponent is, the current him only wants to kill.

I don't know what Master Guangtian activated, but in the blink of an eye, three pairs of wings sprouted from the dragon's back.

Three pairs of wings flapped simultaneously.

The strong wind pulled the giant dragon into the air, and the giant dragon raised its ferocious steel head and chased after Bai Zhu's cloud snail.

Up and down the mountain, two fierce battles unfolded at the same time.

Things are bad on both sides.

The decisive battle on the Patriarch Mountain was submerged by black clouds. In the black clouds, the outline of the red sun appeared and disappeared from time to time, the color became darker and darker, and there were more and more cracks on the surface.

This showed that Lin Shouxi couldn't hold on anymore.

Shi Yirao's spell was destroyed, and he had already fallen into a state. He no longer had the power to contend with this mechanical evil dragon, so he could only dodge with Yunluo.

Dodge is not a long-term solution.

During the continuous attack of the mechanical dragon, Yunluo was still hit and hit the ground like a meteor.

Both Bai Zhu and Chu Miao, who were in similar realms, were injured to varying degrees. Although Mu Shijing sometimes used Rao to protect him, he was still seriously injured. His bones seemed to be falling apart and it was difficult to stand up.

"So vulnerable?"

The dragon walked towards them slowly, raising its claws made of giant blades.

Bai Zhu stood up abruptly, opened his arms, and stopped everyone in front of them.

Such a move has no more meaning than to prove her loneliness.Bai Zhu's petite flesh and blood body is not a shield, and it is impossible to block the claw of the mechanical evil dragon. Once this claw falls, it will be Bai Zhu's fate of being cut into shredded carrots.

The claws fell.

Bai Zhu did not die.

On the contrary, the sharp claws cracked inch by inch in the air, turning into iron filings and falling down.

"This……"

Master Guangtian didn't understand what happened, he was shocked and aphasia.

He looked forward, and suddenly found that there was another person in front of him.

A woman in a green skirt.

The woman in the green skirt was elegant and ethereal, with a gentle face. When she appeared, the whole world fell silent.

Bai Zhu looked at the person who came and felt familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who she was.

"Senior is..."

"It's really a heartless carrot. I don't even remember the person who planted you and grew up with one hand? Hey, Xiaoyu should have shoveled you back then."

The woman in the green skirt bent down, held Bai Zhu's face in her hands, looked left and right, and finally said something nice: "It's pretty, and it doesn't insult the orthodoxy of the Taoist school."

"You you you are..."

Bai Zhu's eyes widened all of a sudden, she remembered who the other party was, and became incoherent.

"Where are you, a demon girl, you are reminiscing about the old days in front of me? Do you think I don't exist!!" Master Guangtian was furious.

The giant mechanical dragon jumped up in the air, its pupils brightened, and its six wings spread out, like a monster in the world, a nightmare descending from the sky!
The woman in the green skirt glanced at it and said, "Don't make noise."

She raised her sleeves.

The mechanical evil dragon fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of broken copper and rotten iron. Master Guangtian in the dragon's body was instantly killed, and the century-old penance disappeared in smoke.

The woman in the green skirt flicked her sleeves lightly and didn't look any further, as if she just did a small thing within her power.

"It's you?"

Shi Yirao immediately thought of her.

A hundred years ago, this mysterious woman in the green skirt appeared. She defeated seven goddesses in a row, and then climbed to the wall of the gods, and severely injured the evil god of consciousness with her sword!
Who is she? !

"My lord! You are still alive!"

Memories shot through the air, Chu Miao trembled like being hit by an arrow, she couldn't believe that the scene before her was real, she couldn't believe that the woman in front of her was still alive!

Gong Ying also turned his gaze to her.

"Xiao Miao, long time no see."

She stroked Chu Miao's hair and continued:
"You've grown up too, you've grown to the same generation as me."

(Sorry, I'm a bit stuck, I failed to make up the update, tomorrow is the reunion chapter with Chuchu, try to write as much as possible, and make up the number of words)