Day and night tour

Chapter 331: Life-and-Death Fight
The determination to die is clear; this is the current state of the God of Suffering.

After the chess game between heaven and earth began, he understood many things - gods also fear death. The fear of death from two thousand years ago became his invisible pillar of shame, bound to his soul by iron chains, unable to escape...

"Today, nobility and meanness, glory and shame, will all come to an end in my soul."

In the golden bowl of the God of Suffering, something appeared out of nothing. Thick green juice actually rippled out from the empty bottom of the bowl, and large bubbles gurgled up and down.

"I am a god regarded as a disaster star in the world, but the law I master is called the law of nature. The sun in the sky, the shadow of the earth, the shadow of the sun and the moon, and the growth of all living things are all within the law.
This golden bowl and green water are considered the source of all things’ growth. Today… I will use this power, sacrifice my life, and kill you Zhexing here, which will also be regarded as eliminating the greatest disaster for Mingjiang Prefecture.”

"Without you, the pressure on Zhou Housheng has been reduced a lot."

The green water in the golden bowl of the God of Suffering was still growing and overflowing from the bowl. Suddenly, countless vines, creepers, and sycamore branches all felt the vitality of the green water...

It is the instinct of living things to rush towards places full of life.
So green trees always love to face the sun,

Moths are bound to fly into the flame,

When the powerful vitality appeared out of nowhere, everything went crazy. The branches and vines came out from the windows, cracks in the walls, and the soft ground of the metropolis, rushing over with a strong desire for green water.
If this is the case with green plants, what about snakes, insects, rats and ants?

Centipedes as thick as little fingers, sewer rats bigger than cats, croaking toads, colorfully patterned snakes spitting scarlet tongues,

The poisonous substances in Mingjiang Prefecture gathered towards the green water.

“The living are always sad, and the dead are long gone. Since all living things gather here, how can the dead not gather here?

The dead of Mingjiang Mansion, the lonely ghosts nourished by the moonlight, why don't they gather in the juice of the origin of life and sing this feast of "all things growing in the frosty sky"? "

The God of Suffering moved his finger across the ground, and a deep gully several dozen feet wide was cut out from the ground by his finger.
Countless gray skeletons, bodies covered with maggots and not yet completely decayed, crawled out from the gully in dense masses, chewing sounds were heard from their mouths, one after another, layer upon layer, greedily sucking the green juice,
The metropolis that originally housed only two people was now filled with all kinds of living and dead things.

Poison, corpse evil, and miasma floated out from these objects of life and death, and began to condense rapidly around the God of Suffering, condensing into something as red as the top of a crane's head.

The God of Suffering shook his body again, throwing off countless diseased lice. Each of those lice was the size of an ant, but there were too many of them. They were stained with the red color of corruption and disease, and became a visible wind, rushing towards Zhaxing...

The group of sick lice, which were tainted with the aura of life and death, erupted with the most ferocious corruption in the world. Even if there was a very thick brick wall in between, a tiny louse could corrode it in an instant.
"The fourth realm of natural law - plants and trees in the human world."

The God of Misery was wrapped in the wind, his body became illusory, and in the huge metropolitan nightclub, the image of the God of Misery was seen on every tree and every blade of grass among the thriving green plants.

All the plants and trees on earth became the dharma bodies of the gods. All the plants and trees became soldiers. The images of the gods in each plant were guided and attacked Zhaxing.
Corruption spreads more easily than the bleakness of autumn. Zhaxing, the White Walker who had been wearing nine incense sticks, was immediately corroded and riddled with holes. He let out a scream of pain that went deep into his bones.
"Let the corrosion be more severe, Zhaxing. Even if you only have one toe left, you will have a chance to revive. My goal is to make sure not even a piece of your flesh escapes."

When the god of suffering said this, he placed his left hand inside the golden bowl and used the sharp edge of the bowl to cut off his right hand.

The severed hand quickly rotted in the bowl, turning into blood-red juice.

He poured the juice onto the ground, and the Dharma bodies on every plant in the room, like the lice, had a corruption force several times stronger than that of the lice.

The scarlet corruption, like a blooming flower, devoured Zhaxing's broken limbs even more unscrupulously.

"One hand is not enough, add a left foot."

The God of Suffering twisted his own foot, then tore it off with a sudden movement, and held it high above his head. Corruption was still happening, and the flesh and blood that fell due to corruption fell into the golden bowl, which continued to cook the blood-colored soup that could bless the Dharma body and the corruption power of the lice tide...

"It can be seen that you, the God of Suffering, really want to die. You started with this desperate fighting style."

Zha Xing struggled desperately. Her right hand, which was almost devoid of flesh, pinched a ball of mist. She muttered something, and the mist became an arrow under her forbidden spell, soaring into the sky and piercing through the roof of the metropolis.

Under the bright sun, cracks appeared on the body of the Zoroastrian Fire Order in the sky.
Cold starlight burst out from the cracks.

The starlight gathered together in the sky of Mingjiang Prefecture, forming a huge star, like a spherical mountain, hanging in the sky, pushed by an invisible hand towards the metropolis, rolling over.

"Use the power of the stars to resist corruption."

As the stars pushed forward, they scattered a lot of starlight, which penetrated through the holes in the metropolis to cover the stars and protect them from the corruption contained in the plants and trees on earth.

"You can borrow the power of the stars, but the stars are just stars. How dare they compete with the bright moon and the blazing sun?"

"The fifth realm of natural law - the sun and moon shine again, and the mountains and rivers are recreated."

The God of Suffering had completely risked his life. He dispersed his will into each of his dharma bodies. One after another, those dharma bodies crashed into the roof of the metropolis, ruthlessly lifting up the Western-style ceiling that had been built at great expense. The light from the sky and the stars poured into the conference hall without any hindrance.

Zha Xing said sternly: "God of Bitterness, with your current level of cultivation, using the fourth level of the Law of Nature is already the end of your strength. Do you want to use the fifth level of the Sun and Moon? I'm afraid it's just a foolish dream."

“So we have to risk our lives.”

The God of Suffering held the golden bowl and thought of the past.

In the past, he was able to spread the light of the sun and the moon to thousands of miles away. Within the thousands of miles and within the light, he was the embodiment of invincibility.

Not only is it brilliant, but he doesn't need to expend too much willpower to accomplish it. Unlike now, he has to use his own life as fuel to support the glory of rebuilding the mountains and rivers.

"puff!"

There was a mute sound.
The right hand of the God of Suffering reached deep into his chest, then tore it open, took out his stomach and intestines, and began to pray.

"Sacrifice the five internal organs, awaken the Chongguang, the sun and the moon suddenly appear, and Xuantian converges."

The God of Suffering is the highest belief of the Bone Elders. His authentic inheritance is the Prayer Sect. At this moment, he prayed with his five internal organs to borrow the power of the scorching sun and the bright moon.

The moon and the blazing sun in the dark seemed to sense his call, and the internal organs he held in his hands were being gnawed away bite by bite.
As the five internal organs offerings quickly disappeared, the moon appeared in the sky of Mingjiang Prefecture.

The blazing sun shines brightly,
The moonlight ripples gently like water,

The sunlight and moonlight merged together, unexpectedly forming a warm feeling that contained a touch of irritability. The overlapping light became tens of thousands of flying swords of light, shooting towards the suspended stars, constantly piercing through the stars, and also piercing through the protective divine light on Zhaxing's body.

But the fog that obscured the stars had not yet dissipated in Mingjiang Prefecture.

Such a tragic battle between the sun, moon and stars was not seen by the many wandering gods in Mingjiang Prefecture.
Not to mention those wandering gods, even on the Holy Buddha chessboard, Zhou Xuan could not see through the chessboard and see what was behind the fog.

"Zhexing's practice is very advanced."

Zhou Xuan said.

Mingjiang Prefecture was shrouded in fog, but in other places, one could more or less see images behind the fog on the chessboard. However, there were six very large areas in Mingjiang Prefecture where the fog was too thick, and Zhou Xuan could not see clearly.

"You in the human world today know very little about the female donor Zha Xing."

The cliff monk had regained his composure. While throwing chess pieces, he said to Zhou Xuan, "Donor Zhou, you know that the Seven Leaf Venerable back then was the Great Buddha of the Sky, but his level of incense offerings was not as good as Zhaxing's."

"How does it compare to your Junior Brother Baoshu?"

"She is much stronger than Shuzi. If I borrow the Holy Buddha chessboard, I can only barely defeat her."

The cliff monk said with a smile.

Zhou Xuan became a little nervous. Zha Xing was so powerful and was hiding in the fog. It would be difficult for the wandering gods in Mingjiang Prefecture to deal with her.

He also placed a white piece, and the chess pieces on the board had already taken shape into an avalanche.

The force of a huge avalanche can bless the Golden Bell.

"I dare not let Jin Zhong of Mingjiang Mansion gain power."

The cliff monk placed another black piece, blocking the avalanche and preventing Zhou Xuan from adding strength to the golden bell.

But Zhou Xuan's avalanche was originally a false move. His purpose was to extend the vitality in the chess position and promote the momentum of the big dragon...

……

The sun and the moon shine again, recreating the mountains and rivers.
This was once the supreme power of the God of Misery, but now, it was a desperate fight for his life.

The light is coming again,

It seemed that Zha Xing no longer had the strength to resist. Most of his body was completely corrupted by the plants and trees on earth and the diseased lice in the wind under the "laws of nature". Not even the concentrated water after the corruption was left.

The God of Suffering will use his own life and soul to completely wipe out Zhaxing, the Nine Incense Sticks on Earth, from Mingjiang Prefecture... There will be no possibility of his resurgence.
Every inch of Zhaxing's remains was screaming, the most miserable scream in the world.
The God of Suffering is the embodiment of "suffering, disaster, and pain" in the world. He corrupts people with all his strength, and the taste of it is unbearable.

However, he himself was not feeling well either.

Now that he has not recovered his cultivation, he is forcing himself to pray for the "Sun and Moon Restoration". Every zhang of light is burning his life and tormenting his soul. "God of Suffering, please stop... I have no intention of being your enemy... Why do you have to humiliate yourself?"

"If you die, I will stop."

"I'm still a long way from death...from death...hahaha."

Suddenly, Zha Xing's beautiful singing voice was heard again.

"I hurried into the forest. The forest was full of bushes. I couldn't find his whereabouts."

The singing voice became ethereal again. The melody in the song was still like white light in the metropolis, singing for all kinds of wealthy guests. The lazy voice brought the audience into the relaxed world of the song. The song was massaging the soul.

The God of Suffering listened attentively, and he heard two voices at the same time. One voice naturally came from the metropolis, and it was the screams of Zhaxing.

Another sound came from somewhere far away, a lazy and beautiful jazz melody, which came so ethereal and gracefully.

"God of Suffering, you have been away from battle for a long time. You are old and decrepit..."

"In the secular world, there is a group of people called martial artists who practice boxing and kicking day and night. They always spread the saying that boxing is afraid of young and strong people. In fact, it is not just boxing that is afraid of young and strong people. In the incense and fire, the gods are also afraid of young and strong people."

Zhaxing's voice came out melodiously from the fog.

"You in the metropolis are not the real you."

"I've said it before, my name is Zha Xing, Zha means covering the sky and blocking the sun. I'm best at escaping. You used your flesh and blood body and the true soul of a god to corrupt me, but now you're only a body, but I haven't suffered too much damage. I'm strong and you're weak, and now you don't even have the qualifications to fight for your life."

A gust of wind blew out of the fog, and the wind was as sharp as a blade, which actually cut off a piece of flesh from the back of the neck of the God of Suffering.

"Two hundred years ago, I, Zhexing, was once the guardian of the human world. Do you know who I admire the most?"

"It's you, God."

"The sun and the moon will shine again, and the mountains and rivers will be rebuilt. I once regarded your ability as my lifelong belief." Zha Xing said emotionally as if recalling the past.
"I wish one day, like you, anyone who dares to cause trouble in Mingjiang Mansion, whether in heaven or on earth, will be killed by me, Xingguang. But the moment I met Venerable Qiye, everything changed.

We are just ordinary people, thinking of staying together for life, but never giving up the burden on our shoulders. The Supreme Will wants to execute the two of us.

The seven leaves fell,
I survived. I lived this long just to face the Supreme Will and ask him what I and Qiye did wrong. "

"The White Walkers, the gods, the evil gods, and the Buddha cannot have offspring. This was determined by the Supreme Will after the War of the Ancients, and it has always been so."

"To paraphrase the young master's words - it has always been like this, is that right?"

call!
Two more gusts of wind blew out from the fog, slicing off the right hand of the God of Suffering. The golden bowl lost its support and rolled to the ground, powerless and helpless...

"God, I regard you as my idol. I am happy for you after you are resurrected. I am not willing to fight with you. You can also choose not to join the game and continue to hide your head like a turtle. The Taoist priests will protect you, and the Huangyuan demon will not dare to attack you openly.

But you still joined the game, and I have no choice but to help you complete the path you chose."

A whirlwind arose in the fog, like a flesh-rolling machine, and moved to the side of the God of Suffering, rolling down the flesh and blood on his remaining limbs.

The body of the God of Suffering was filthy, but the heroic spirit between his brows had not dissipated. His diseased lice were crawling silently into the fog.

"My idol, please beg for mercy. Please scream in pain. You should scream when you are being tortured like this. Screaming will make you feel better."

"Just keep shouting. You are my idol. I will keep this secret for you. If anyone asks me in the future, I will tell them that the God of Suffering is not a coward or a coward who once knelt down and begged for mercy from the will of the Heavenly Ghost. You are a man of steel..."

Zha Xing's words were sincere and there was no hint of ridicule.
The God of Suffering was in great pain, and he asked with all his might, "Zhaxing, how could your tricks deceive my diseased lice?"

“Of course I can’t fool anyone by myself, but I have the ambition to face Jingguo’s will, so how can I go and cause trouble for him with my bare hands?
During these two hundred years, I gave birth to nine evil gods, the ancestor dragon that polluted Mingjiang Prefecture.
Three of them died during the pollution process. Now, there are still six alive. These six descendants can control the Ancestral Dragon and form a great dream that spans Mingjiang Prefecture.
Now, in order to deal with you, I have shrunk the big dream into six balls of dream to lure you into the trap."

"Idol, you are old and can't beat me - goodbye."

Zhaxing sang again, and a ball of wind in the mist condensed into a white spear, with the power of the stars constantly gathering at the tip of the spear.

The God of Suffering was already dying, and naturally could not withstand the consumption of the light of the sun and the moon. The light had already disappeared, and the starlight instead became the brightest and most brilliant light in Mingjiang Mansion.

The power of the stars was divided into nine strands, which continuously swirled around the tip of the spear. Finally, it condensed into one strand, which was gently exhaled forward and became the sharpest blade in the world.
This sharp blade can cut off the last remaining life flames of the God of Suffering.

The sharp blade pierced into the brow of the God of Misery inch by inch. The heroic spirit that had been reawakened by Zhou Xuan's bravery and the compassion he felt after witnessing two disasters in Mingjiang Prefecture in a row gradually disappeared.

But when the God of Suffering was very close to death, he still did not beg for mercy or shout, but said very calmly: "Zhexing, you said that a young man is better than a strong man. This is a reasonable truth. I admit it, but at the same time, I also want to teach you an old truth."

"please say."

"An old man who refuses to die is a thief - can't an old thief like me see what tricks you are playing?"

"you……"

"When I was looking for you as a disease louse, I knew that I couldn't find the real you... Only when your real body came to kill me, I would have a chance to find your trace."

"You can't find it."

"I have found it."

The God of Suffering raised his head suddenly, allowing the star spear to pierce him deeper.

"The God of Suffering will disperse at this point. The breath of the God will detonate the disease lice."

When Zhaxing revealed his true form, the God of Suffering had already put the diseased lice into the fog. At this time, the fog where Zhaxing was was already crawling with diseased lice.

After the God of Bitterness and Evil began to disperse, the diseased lice were forced to explode into a huge red cloud due to their rapid breath.

The red cloud carries misery, illness, and disaster, corrupting everything around it.
Even a nine-stick incense stick like Zhaxing dared not stay in that red cloud for a moment longer.
She could only leave the fog where she was hiding. In the fog, there was a dream formed by her descendants controlling the Ancestral Dragon.

Without the dream fog she presided over, the eyes of the dying God of Misery were no longer covered, and he could clearly see the remaining fog.
A slender finger extended from each of his seven orifices and pointed in the direction of the mists. His divine aura, as if guided, dispersed accurately into the mist.

Wherever he spread his teachings, pestilence spread and corruption flourished.

"My offspring."

Zha Xing never expected that the God of Bitterness was actually a cunning old thief. The battle in the metropolis was not just a life-and-death fight for this old thief.
When he dispersed, the real fight for his life began.

Those plagues and corruptions naturally could not kill the Zhaxing who had already escaped from the fog, but they corrupted and wiped out all the Zhaxing descendants hidden among them.

——The aliens, descendants of evil gods, and the god of suffering who polluted Mingjiang Zulong died at the same time——

……

The six groups of "dream fog" in Mingjiang Prefecture just dissipated.
The places that were originally invisible on the Holy Buddha chessboard also revealed their true appearance.

Zhou Xuan saw it.
He saw the last remains of the God of Suffering and the Star Spear that had pierced deeply.

The time just now kept going back on the Holy Buddha chessboard, and Zhou Xuan saw the tragic battle - the God of Bitterness used a life-risking method to force Zhaxing out of the fog, and at the same time destroyed the descendants of Zhaxing who polluted the Ancestral Dragon.

"I never expected that the God of Suffering would join the game." Zhou Xuan murmured.

"Boom!"

The Cliff Monk lost his composure again, pounding the chessboard angrily and roaring, "A ball of insignificant divine fire destroyed our trump card."

The god fell, and after his aura was dispersed, it was absorbed by the chessboard of heaven and earth, just like the Treasure Tree King.
However, he is a god after all. Although he is a god who has declined to the point of being unable to decline any further, he just cannot control his own godly aura. However, it does not mean that his aura is not powerful enough.

When the breath of the God of Suffering was absorbed by the chess game, it rushed around wildly.

"Zhou Xuan, I will spread my aura. From now on, Jing Country will have my aura. It will flow through various spaces in Jing Country. Young people with courage like you should inherit my aura. You are the true human guardian of Jing Country."

"Zhou Xuan, I'm sorry. I only have great abilities now. Helping you break Zhaxing's trump card is already my limit... I'm sorry..."

One sentence to express apology, one sentence to encourage Zhou Xuan,

Zhou Xuan and Zhao Wuya stood up at the same time, facing the direction of the metropolis, and clasped their fists to signal - no matter what this god's character was in the past, this time when Mingjiang Mansion was facing life and death, he finally stood up...

(End of this chapter)