Day and night tour

Chapter 292: Heart-breaking Battle
As soon as Zhou Xuan said that he wanted to revive the "Blood Well", the painter felt his legs go weak.

As the first priest in the Bone Elders' Society, the painter who has been dealing with the profound mysterious events in the Well Country for many years naturally knows what the resurrection of the "Blood Well" means.

He still remembers vividly the horrific records of the Laba Night more than 60 years ago.

The painter knows it, and the musician naturally knows it too.

"Painter, what are you afraid of? Let me be frank. Xuejing is one of the four great celestial masters of Jing Country. If something terrible happens, who would dare to cause trouble?"

Look at the words Zhou Xuan used... If he had said that Xue Jing was the Fourth Heavenly Lord, his momentum would have been much weaker.
But if it is changed to "one of the four great celestial masters", it is obviously much more uplifting.

Everyone then understood...it turned out that the fourth person who was on par with the Taoist Ancestor, the Ancient Buddha, and the Witch God was Xuejing.

The painter, musician, Lady Red Coffin and others had a new understanding of Zhou Xuan's double secret realms.

In the past, they believed that Zhou Xuan possessed the mysterious realm of the Twin Heavens.

As the most powerful White Walker on earth, it is only natural that Bloodwell is ranked at the level of a god.

However, they did not realize that their imagination was still limited.

The Blood Well is actually at a level above that of the gods.

But the fact that the Blood Well is of the Heavenly Venerable level does not mean that Zhou Xuan’s plan is very feasible.

The musician advised: "Young Master, after you ascend to the sky, because you carry the will of Nuo, the gods of the sky will not dare to kill you in the sky."

Once Zhou Xuan dies in the sky, that part of Nuo God's will will penetrate into the land of heaven, and the fog of heaven blocking Nuo God will become ineffective. When Nuo God wakes up, if he is in a bad mood, he can really go to the sky to kill a few gods to vent his anger.

"Then my plan to revive the Blood Well is feasible." Zhou Xuan said.

"But you can't do that. If you do that, you'll be putting the entire Jing country on the fire."

The musician is usually devoted to cultivation, but he is not a complete reckless man. He thinks more deeply.

"Young sir, on the night of Laba more than sixty years ago, Xuejing was resurrected and started a massacre. In order to appease the anger of Xuejing, the supreme being, the Jing country privately introduced various policies to restrict the killing of Xuejing's spiritualists, and took the initiative to change the country's name.

After this night, the cultivation world of Jing Nation was severely damaged, and has not yet fully recovered.

But because he is at the Tianzun level, no one dares to cause trouble to him.

But if you awaken it, it’s different.”

The musician said, "Xuejing is one of the four great celestial masters, and no one dares to mess with him. But you are different. Even if you have the Zhou family's means of repaying your loyalty, the limit of your loyalty is only eight or nine. You cannot leave the sea of ​​flowers laid by Master Hua."

Zhou Lingyi's sea of ​​flowers is the core of her way of repaying her parents' kindness.

In the flower sea, Zhou Xuan has the combat power of eight incense sticks, but outside the flower sea, Zhou Xuan has the combat power of four incense sticks. After relying on the gods to awaken, the combat power can be increased to six incense sticks.
But whether it is six incense sticks, or the incomplete eight or nine, it is not invincible in the world.

There are nine incense sticks in the world. The number is currently uncertain, but according to the speculation of musicians and painters, the absolute number must be considerable.

"Young sir, you have awakened the Heavenly Venerable Xuejing. When things calm down, you have also given those Nine Incense Sticks and Eight Incense Sticks a reason to take action. They will work together to kill you, and no one can stop them."

"It's just a divine power. We don't need to risk our lives for it." The painter also said.

In his heart, the godhood is indeed precious, but compared with Zhou Xuan's life, the godhood is not worth mentioning.

"This is not a matter of godhood. Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, and humans fight for a breath of air. This is a matter of bottom line. If one Gong Zheng acts rashly today, more gods will take advantage of him tomorrow!"

Zhou Xuan's excited tone subsided a little when he spoke here, "Of course, I am not completely irrational. If I awaken the Blood Well on the ground, it will definitely cause a massacre. But I am above the sky. If I awaken the Blood Well, the Blood Well will first kill the gods above the sky, and then they will fall asleep!"

"This plan is crazy. Besides, how can we get to above the sky?" asked the painter.

"You have the law of space, so you will definitely be able to go up to the sky. I have the daily travel of the soul, so I will go with you."

Zhou Xuan also said: "You can carry people when you walk in space, just carry my body on your back."

"That's not what I meant... Above the sky, clouds and mists are everywhere. There are no nine incense sticks in the human world. When you go up to the sky, you won't see the twenty-four kingdoms of God.
I can’t even see the Kingdom of God, let alone the Gods themselves.”

The painter expressed his concerns.

"We don't have to meet them, let them... come out to see me."

Zhou Xuan put his hands behind his back and looked towards the distant heaven again.

But this look was not like the ordinary people looking up at the sky, with full of longing, worship, and awe...

In the eyes of everyone, Zhou Xuan's gaze actually had a sense of looking down on everyone.

"Painter, you don't have to worry too much, just follow me."

"I'll go with you... Let's go." After hesitating for a while, the painter gritted his teeth and followed Zhou Xuan to implement the "Blood Well Awakening" plan.

"Then I will travel in spirit for the day and wait for you in heaven."

Zhou Xuan's soul traveled away during the day.

The painter tore the space apart, and with a tragic look of a man ready to die bravely, he carried Zhou Xuan's body on his back and entered the space.

"Since I met Mr. Xiao, I have changed, everything has changed... I used to call myself a heretic,

But now I think back, I was such an honest person.”

After the painter became the first priest, his life was still very ordinary.

But since he met Zhou Xuan, he has been rebellious, attacking the Heavenly Officials and killing the Holy Son and Holy Daughter.

Now, we have to do something as unpopular as the "Resurrection Blood Well", which is something that angers both God and man.

"Since I met Mr. Xiao, life has become really...really exciting."

……

There are clouds in the sky,

Birds of prey flew over the clouds.

What is above the raptor? It is still clouds, layer upon layer, stacked up to form a world of white clouds.

When Zhou Xuan's soul ascended to the sky during the day, he saw an arch bridge spanning the world of white clouds.

The bridge body is arched by clouds and mist, with tiger and beast patterns, dragon and cloud patterns, and flowing water patterns. As the clouds change, the cloud pattern also changes its appearance.

Zhou Xuan's soul stood above the Cloud Kingdom, but did not show up.

After waiting for a long time, the painter came out from the space, carrying Zhou Xuan's body on his back, and stood by the bridge.

"Young Master, this bridge is called the Bridge of Heaven. Once the nine incense sticks from the mortal world ascend to heaven, they will first come to this bridge. If they take out the incense from their bodies and place it on the bridge, they will be able to dispel the clouds and mist in the heaven and see the twenty-four kingdoms of God."

The painter introduced the Yunwu Bridge to Zhou Xuan as if he knew it by heart.

"So, this bridge has another name, the Bridge of God Slayer.
The new god ascends to slay the old god, and the first stop is this bridge across heaven."

"Lao Hua, you described it so carefully. Have you come here secretly?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"After I understood the laws of space, I came to take a look quietly."

The painter smiled innocently and said, "Who among the disciples of Jingguo has not dreamed of this bridge?"

“Then let today’s God-Slaying Bridge witness the resurrection of Blood Well, one of the Four Great Celestial Lords.”

Zhou Xuan's soul entered into his body.

After his soul returned to its place, Zhou Xuan's feelings about heaven became deeper and more real.

It seemed as if he was stepping on layers of velvet and his body felt like it was falling, but he was finally supported by the white clouds and did not fall.

Zhou Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, and the eight blood well human brains in the secret realm began to howl, raising his perception to the extreme.

His perception was comparable to that of a god. Once it was condensed, Zhou Xuan condensed it into sound and spread it throughout the heaven.

"Gong Zheng, I'll give you a quarter of an hour to show up. If you don't show up by the time, I will awaken the Blood Well in this huge kingdom of heaven."

The sound was carried by the perception power, and the range it affected was close to Mingjiang Prefecture. Naturally, it could also be received by some gods in the heaven.

"I'm starting the countdown now. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Zhou Xuan took out his pocket watch, checked the time, then sat cross-legged on the clouds, closing his eyes and concentrating, feeling quite calm.

Time is ticking away every second.

Three minutes later, Gong Zheng did not respond.
But the voices of other gods were heard.

"Zhou Xuan, you can't revive Blood Well Heavenly Venerable. You are just a mere mortal."

"I am also the high priest appointed by the Blood Well."

"As the high priest, your duty is to appease the blood well and prevent it from appearing in the world."

A sharp sound seemed to come from thousands of miles away, and the tone was accompanied by the sound of strong wind.

"As gods, your duty is to supervise the human world and make it develop in an orderly and beautiful direction.

But it seems that you haven't fulfilled your responsibilities... In this world, you gods can do it on the first day of the month, why can't I, Zhou Xuan, do it on the fifteenth day?"

Zhou Xuan's aura became increasingly calm, and he was even in the mood to debate with many gods.

But the calmer he was, the more terrifying he looked. If he shouted, it would seem he lacked confidence.

He was so calm and composed that the gods would think he was a madman - a madman in the literal sense.

What can a madman do?

Even gods can’t figure it out.

Time goes on.

Three more minutes passed.
This time, Zhou Xuan actually sensed that there were nine tortoise shells beating outside his secret realm.

There are gods who are deducing Zhou Xuan's fate... Using the fate, they are trying to figure out whether Zhou Xuan's trip to heaven is just a bluff, or he is wholeheartedly trying to revive the Blood Well and kill the twenty-four gods above the sky.

However, Zhou Xuan was not originally from this country. Fortune-telling could deduce his actions, but could not predict his fate.

From a certain perspective,
The more mysterious and authentic the Guamen sect was, the less effect it had on Zhou Xuan.

On the contrary, the "Money Hexagram", a simple knowledge deduced in battle, is more restraining to Zhou Xuan.

When Zhou Xuan sensed the tortoise shell hexagram, he knew that it was the "Jiugong", the god of the "Dunjia" hall, who was deducing for him.

He sneered, as if mocking a restaurant's poor cooking skills, and said, "Jiugong, don't waste your time. Your divination is useless to me, but this one is useful to you."

He raised the pocket watch in his hand and said, "Eight minutes have passed. You still have seven minutes away from death." His calmness not only caused extreme oppression to the gods, but also to the painter.

The painter dared not breathe too hastily at this moment. He was suppressed by the power of the god. He was puzzled in his heart: "How can the young master have such a strong aura? Even when communicating with the gods, he is so calm and relaxed."

"Six minutes left... oh... I read the wrong time... five minutes."

Zhou Xuan stared at his watch, lost in thought.

Some gods could no longer sit still, and some even scattered divine threads in the clouds and mist, hoping that people would use them to pass through and enter the human world to escape this disaster.

"Three minutes, Gong Zheng. If you are determined to pretend to be dead, then I will make you die here for real."

Zhou Xuan then turned his attention to all the other gods: "Those of you who want to rely on the Taoists to escape from heaven and avoid the killing calamity should also think carefully about how Peng Hou, Gui Shou, and Tian Guan fell."

What he said was based on his past achievements, and it did not sound like "unfounded harsh words" but like a prophecy, with his words coming true and leaving no room for doubt.

The other gods, unable to escape and unable to resist the situation of the Blood Well's impending revival, called out to Gong Zheng through voice transmission.

In fact, Gong Zheng didn't need to call at all. When Zhou Xuan started counting, he and Zhou Xuan were only dozens of meters apart, but were blocked by the magical clouds in the heaven.

Zhou Xuan just couldn't see him.

Finally, when time was running out, Zhou Xuan had already entered the secret realm and activated the blood well, trying to create a "resurrection" situation.

Gong Zheng couldn't bear it any longer.

An illusory divine bow flew out from the clouds and stopped not far from Zhou Xuan.

"My dear friend Zhou Xuan, why did you come to heaven to look for me?"

"If no one comes out, let a bow come out. I only chat with people and never play the bow. If the bow is straight, you can come out by yourself."

"I can't come out."

Gong Zheng said: "You are the High Priest of Blood Well. If you die in heaven, the will of Blood Well Heavenly Master and Nuo God in your body will also remain in heaven.
If the Kingdom of Heaven is tainted by the wills of these two, it means that they will wake up in the Kingdom of Heaven at any time. At the same time, their wills will permeate the Kingdom of Heaven, and the clouds of the Kingdom of Heaven will not be able to block their sight.

At that time, none of the twenty-four kingdoms of the sky would be able to stop them.

So, we dare not kill you,
But you dared to kill us,

It was an unfair conversation.”

There was a hint of "honesty" in Gong Zheng's words, even if this "honesty" was pretended.

Zhou Xuan said calmly: "If you don't come out, you have to let a clone come out. I'm not interested in negotiating with a bow."

His confidence once again formed an even stronger pressure. After thinking for a long time, Gong Zheng finally sighed.

The figure of an old man in black appeared in front of the divine bow.

The old man was in low spirits, just like an octogenarian, with his head drooping and his white beard fluttering in the wind. He looked lifeless, as if he would really die of old age if he wasn't careful.

"Gong Zheng, you look like a man of character, but unfortunately, you have a dirty heart. If you took my things, you'd better give them back to me."

"I cannot teach you the godhood of the Heavenly Official, not because it is dirty, but precisely because I have a righteous heart."

Gong Zheng raised his face, a kind look flashed from his cloudy old eyes, and said: "If you want to make Jing Country better, the god you choose must be a person with great divinity, and you want to use the godhood to choose the god you want...

This is irresponsible.”

"If you want to talk to me about responsibility and morality, then I will talk to you in detail."

Zhou Xuan was never afraid of verbal battles, and said: "I want to select musicians to be the new gods, the new generation of "Heavenly Officials". I want to ask you for your advice. How can musicians not be divine people?"

"A person who is obsessed with cultivation day and night lacks much concern for the common people in the world."

"You gods in heaven are all gifted in cultivation. When you were on earth, you all practiced cultivation day and night.

When you practice cultivation, do you care about the people of the world?"

Gong Zheng was speechless for a moment... He really couldn't understand Zhou Xuan's character.
When you think he is going to reason with you, he suddenly uses violence.

Just when you thought he was going to become a complete terrorist, he suddenly started to reason with you.
I can't argue with him no matter how logical it is.

"Musician...Musician..."

"If you can't tell me, then I'll continue... When the Ming River was flooded, the musician led the way and used his seven incense sticks to stop the flood. This was out of pity for the people.

The stars and nine incense sticks descended on the Mingjiang Prefecture's Yushen Division. The musician used his flesh and blood to stop the stars from breaking the cauldron. This was a display of bravery and fortitude.
The Holy Son and Holy Daughter acted as dogs for the Buddhists. When the Heavenly Officials launched a flood, the musicians sacrificed themselves to stand out from them and not only drew a clear line between themselves and the Buddha, but also fought with them to the end. This is to distinguish right from wrong and be selfless.
A person who has compassion for the common people, a person who is brave and resolute but can distinguish right from wrong, a person who is selfless,
Why do musicians not have divine nature?
He is a person who has escaped from vulgarity, a noble person, so why can't he inherit the godhood?"

When Zhou Xuan got excited, he even waved his arms around and his words were very vivid.

Even the painter gave Zhou Xuan a thumbs up.

"Mr. Young is indeed a storyteller. He is really good at telling stories."

Zhou Xuan stood up suddenly, put his hands behind his back, looked directly at Gong Zheng, and said: "You, a god, have taken the godhood. If you directly embezzle it, I will come to you. If you say that you are greedy and shameless, I may respect you a little and look up to you.
Although the villain is dirty, he is honest.

And now, you are using some unfounded excuses to evade me, and implicitly accusing me of not knowing how to judge people. Not only have you insulted my personality, you have also insulted my intelligence."

Gong Zheng lowered his head after being criticized, with embarrassment on his face.

He never imagined that questioning him face to face...wasn't that just arguing?
In Zhou Xuan's previous life, he was fond of arguing. If you find someone who is good at arguing, it would be difficult for him to gain the upper hand over Zhou Xuan in terms of language.
What's more, Zhou Xuan is the one who is in the right.

"No matter what, you are only the custodian of this divine power, and I am the owner. You can make your suggestions on how the divine power should work, but I can also advise you not to make suggestions.

It just so happens that I don't want to listen to your advice right now. Hand over the Godhead, or I will immediately activate the Blood Well to revive, and none of us will survive."

Zhou Xuan's words became more and more explosive, and Gong Zheng was unable to open his mouth, and his beard was shaking with anger.

Zhou Xuan's reasoning was to put himself on the moral high ground and not allow Gong Zheng to find fault with him.

Morally superior

The rest depends on strength.

Gong Zheng would not surrender his divinity unless the Blood Well made some noise.

Now, the nature has changed. The godhead is no longer a godhead, but the face of the sky god.

Bowing to a mortal is a scene that gods do not want to see.

"Gong Zheng, I knew you wouldn't give up your godhood. I didn't come here to intimidate you.
Since the Sky Gods are not doing anything and are even threatening the safety of the Well Nation, let's not go through all that trouble and just let Blood Well Heavenly Venerable kill you all."

Zhou Xuan's words were like firecrackers, exploding one after another, making people want to cover their ears tightly immediately.

"Jingzi, make some noise."

Zhou Xuan entered the secret realm and summoned the blood well.

After hearing the instructions, Xuejing expanded the blood moon in the secret realm without limit.

In the past, if it had expanded like this, the Black Water, representing the will of the Nuo God, would have stepped forward to suppress its ravages.

But after spending these days together, Nuo Shen and Xue Jing have developed a mutual understanding and have come to understand each other's character.

So, this time, Black Water did not stop him.

The red moon of the blood well expanded from the secret realm to outside Zhou Xuan's body, and the speed of its spread was incredibly fast.

After a short while, with Zhou Xuan as the center, the white clouds thousands of feet away were all dyed red.

Countless mortal eyes emerged in this sea of ​​blood...

The horrific Laba Night seems to be happening again in the gods' heaven.

"He's not really coming back to life, he's just scaring me. He's not really coming back to life, he's just scaring me."

Gong Zheng felt the aura of the blood well squeezing the heaven and earth, but he always thought that Zhou Xuan was just pretending.
Even though his body already felt the fear, he continued to mutter to himself to withstand the pressure.

The rest of the gods kept persuading Gong Zheng to let go and hand over the godhood.

Anyway, the godhood is in Gong Zheng's hands, and they can't get any benefit at all. But if Xuejing is really resurrected, they will definitely perish.

The selfless things make them lack the strong will to "correct the bow".

The voices of the gods exploded in the ups and downs of "Gong Zheng".

But Gong Zheng is, after all, a god-level being who has lived for two thousand years, and his psychological quality is very strong.

"I want to see how long you can last."

Zhou Xuan continued to signal Xuejing to revive.

"Ah Xuan, if this continues, I'm afraid Jingzi will really come back to life." Miss Qiang persuaded Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan said calmly: "Don't worry, my perception is integrated with Jingzi's. I know clearly whether he has any signs of resurrection."

Zhou Xuan also has his own trump card.

He is now the person who understands the nature of the Blood Well best, and is also the person who can best grasp the critical value from the Blood Well's expansion to its resurrection.

He and Gong Zheng were actually fighting a bet to see who had a tougher mentality.

But he grasped the critical value and remained undefeated.

When the blood well was still quite far from the critical value for resurrection, Zhou Xuan began to "role-play".

His role is that of a crazy terrorist.

He raised his hands high and said, "Oh, the ancient Blood Well Lord, I am your loyal high priest. Wake up, revive, and use your vast power to destroy these twenty-four maggots in the sky... Kill, we need a bloody massacre.
When the killing came, this filthy paradise was cleansed by the storm. "

He became more and more into the role, which made Gong Zheng start to suspect that "this kid must be serious."

He began to doubt whether his judgment was wrong. This young boy seemed to be a little crazy.

Could it be that he really wanted to revive the Blood Well... asking for Godhead was just a reason to "revive the Blood Well"...

……

Zhou's class, under the ancestral tree,
A ball of divine fire fell into the ancestral tree.
The branches of the ancestral tree wrapped him up, and countless fresh willow sap flowed into the fire, turning his color into a dark blue and exuding the breath of the Nuo god.

When the aura of the God's Fire changed drastically, the fire entered the Luoying Hall of the Zhou family and possessed the wooden sign of "Fang Xiangshi" on the east wall.

Fangxiangshi is the name of the Nuo god.

The wooden plaque with Fang Xiangshi engraved on it, under the control of the Godly Fire, broke free from the hook, flew out of the Luoying Hall, and soared towards the sky...

(End of this chapter)