Yuanshen: Liyue Storyteller, Zhongli Gives Me God's Heart

"Or, the ancestor Fashui itself is simply a trick to deceive the eye?"

After hearing what Young Master said, Paimon seemed to have grasped the key point:

"You mean to say..."

"The Rock King Dijun is not dead?" Yingmei took the conversation, her tone full of shock.

"I'm afraid that's the case."

"As expected of the oldest and most powerful demon god, even the means of protecting Liyue are so unique

Speaking of this, the expression on the son's face darkened visible to the naked eye.

It seemed that he was very upset that he was being played by others.

"But in this way, I had to resort to some unplanned solutions."

"Originally..." Young Master pouted, "I didn't intend to use this plan."

"Because it affects the weak."

"Unfortunately, it seems that it is not my turn to pick and choose now."

Seeing the young master's gradually gloomy expression, both Paimeng and Ying had a bad feeling.

"What is he going to do?"

Yingmei shook her head, "I always feel that it's not a good thing."

But Lin Zhibei didn't care.

The ending has already been written, just waiting for myself to change the process.

"I want to wake up the sleeping demon god of Your Excellency Guyun!"

The son's words resounded loudly in the golden house.

"If you release Oser, the demon god of the whirlpool who attacked Liyue in the past."

"Dijun Yan Wang, can you really watch the show safely?"

While speaking, the young master took out a thick stack of golden-yellow talisman papers from his waist, all of which were no taboos!

"Ah! These are... all taboos?!"

Just as Paimeng made a sound, Yingmei who was at the side hadn't had time to marvel, when the golden light in the dozens of pieces of the Hundred No Taboos merged together and soared into the sky!

Lin Zhibei actually had the ability to stop it, but he didn't.

Because this is the only way for Liyue to become independent.

Zhongli has been planning for thousands of years, waiting for this moment.

On the outskirts of Liyue, Immortal and Qixing are still confronting each other.

"??? Unless the vortex demon god Oser sees the light of day again today, there is absolutely no possibility of grace!

The voice of True Monarch Moon Cutting and Building Sun is full of supreme majesty.

However, just one second before Ningguang opened his mouth.

Everyone saw a golden light soaring into the sky from the direction of the golden house.

"That is……?"

Before he had time to think, he saw the golden light falling from the sky again, straight into the sea.

"That direction is... the Golden House!"

Uncle Tian recalled the place where the golden light appeared.

"An accident happened to Immortal Ancestor Fashe?!"

The expression on Ke Qing's face could no longer conceal her surprise.

The sea that was originally calm was suddenly filled with evil winds.

"call--"

(of Zhao's) "Huh——!!"

The gust of wind swept through, and slowly picked up several waterspouts, connecting the sky and the earth!

An ancient demon god's breath immediately permeated the entire Liyue.

Including the immortal here, they all clearly felt the uneasy breath of this demon god.

All the other immortals looked at True Monarch Moon Cutting and Zhuyang.

"Old deer, your mouth..." the chatty master couldn't help complaining.

"Uh..." True Monarch Moon Cutting and Zhuyang was also a little speechless.

How can you say anything?

"My fellow immortals, I'm afraid now is not the time to argue about other things." Staring at the gradually rising sea, there was a trace of fear hidden in his eyes.This Liyue is probably about to usher in the greatest catastrophe in the millennium.

A water-shaped behemoth broke through the sea!

The whirlpool demon god Oser is alive! .

Chapter 160 One Thousand Years of Regret (for Subscription)

The night of Guyun Pavilion is like thick ink, very pure.

At this moment, a small fishing boat was staying at sea.

A soybean oil lamp on board burns out a hole in the boundless night and lightens the surroundings slightly.

The fishermen who have already collected their nets are fishing now, looking forward to the last big fish to subsidize their families.

At this moment, the wind and rain howled.

"Huh? What a sudden change?"

The fisherman hurriedly stood up to put on his bamboo hat and coir raincoat.

However, the moment he got up, a glowing blue light swam faintly under the boat.

Even just this pattern-like blue light is several times wider than a small fishing boat.

Boss, the big order you ordered has arrived.

The fisherman stared wide-eyed at the blue light from the abyss under the sea, and all the surprise in his heart appeared on his face.

I saw a huge monster several times bigger than Guyun Pavilion passing by the seabed, ignoring the small fishing boat, and went straight to Liyue Harbor.

"Woo one by one" sounded like a howl, as if it was telling something.

But thousands of years have passed, and no one knows the language of Weiye.

That is to say, the demon god of the vortex, Osiel.

With a millennium of grudges, I'm back!

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In the golden house, the young master who is surrounded by the talisman of nothing taboo seems to have regained his spirit, looking like a happy man.

"Hahahahaha."

"Let's wait and see!"

"Will this godless country be engulfed again by the ancient malice from the abyss?"

"The grudge of a thousand years is no joke."

"I suggest you run fast, otherwise, the Rock God probably won't come to rescue you."

After hearing this, Yingmei took a step forward angrily, almost wanting to rush up and slap the young master in the face, but was stopped by Lin Zhibei.

"Brother Bei, don't stop me, I'm going to tear the mouth of this little bitch."

A smile gradually appeared on Lin Zhibei's face, but he still said:

"We now have more important things to do."

After finishing speaking, Lin Zhibei took Yingmei's little hand and ran outside.

"Hey?"

"Are we going?"

"Of course I'm going to fight the boss!"

Seeing Lin Zhibei pulling Yingmei out of the golden house, the young master felt a little lonely for some reason.

But in the end I let out a (bcaj) breath.

"call--"

As Qingluan left with Lin Zhibei, the elemental power that had been emptied pervaded the golden house again.

The young master felt the power returning to his body, and he was a little scared.

"The ability to forbid elemental power...Mr. Lin, who are you?"

Outside the golden house, as soon as the three of them came out, they saw Qunyu Pavilion above their heads, flying in the direction of Guyun Pavilion

"That's... Guyun Pavilion?!"

Before Yingmei could be shocked for a while, she was hugged by Lin Zhibei.

In the next second, Princess Lin Zhibei hugged her directly.

"Soft beat?!"

Yingmei's face flushed red.

Lin Zhibei didn't care about it, he just looked at the little Paimeng beside him and said:

"Pimon, you come up too."

Little Paimeng didn't even ask this time, probably because he was shocked by Lin Zhibei's performance in the golden house just now, so he obediently got into the car.

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"Ying, Paimon, hurry up, I'm going."

Lin Zhibei looked at the Qunyu Pavilion above his head and said.

"You...what are you doing?"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhibei stepped on the ground, smashing the floor tiles outside the golden house, and at the same time, his whole body shot towards the Jade Pavilion above his head like a cannonball.

As soon as he landed, he found the immortals and Ning Guang staring at the three people who boarded the car illegally.

"You guys are here too." True Monarch Liuyun Borrowing Wind didn't seem surprised.

But staring at the person in Lin Zhibei's arms, he felt a little angry.

But now is not the time to fight for favor.

Ning Guang can still tell the difference.

Pai Meng looked at the three-eyed and five-seen immortals and Ning Guang on the Qunyu Pavilion, a little curious:

"what?"

"The immortals are also there."

"But... why are you in the Jade Pavilion?"

"I clearly heard that you guys are arguing with Qixing. Is it over already?"

Although Ning Guang was angry in her heart, she still kept a smile on her face:

"According to the wishes of the Immortals, we should work together to tide over the difficulties now, and let go of the discord for the time being. Upon hearing this, the True Monarch Moon Cutting and Building Sun snorted arrogantly.

Lin Zhibei put down Yingmei in his arms, and said:

"Everyone, I'm afraid now is not the time to chat."

He looked at the demon god of the vortex that was slowly approaching Liyue in the distance.

Several giant heads danced wildly in the wind and rain, and a bright moon was reflected above their heads. It was indeed like a god. It's like being soaked in the deep sea.

"Is this the influence of Oser..."