I Just Want To Be Quiet

The temple that was originally pure and pious, suddenly fell into a treacherous madness.

The face of the **** above the head is enveloped in the rich incense smoke, indistinguishable, like sarcasm, like indifferent...

Outside the temple, the sky is high and the clouds are pale, and several ginkgo pavilions are like covered trees. When the wind is over, the branches and leaves dance and dance, making it quiet and quiet.

deep sea.

Zhong Kui Yue frowned deeply. Before he entered the desert of Yongye, he was already in the dynasty and checked a lot of information.

But right now it was the first time he entered the Dream of Fallen Immortal, but he did not expect that just responding to a prayer would cause such a huge change.

After pondering for a while, Kui Yue thorn finally turned to another prayer that was still begging in his ear.

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Ground.

Dark, obscure, heavy, gloomy...

Ning Wuye came back to his senses and looked around, but didn't find that the more thorny the final Kwai was, but he had expected it a long time ago.

After all, before the two entered the Yongye Desert, they had already read the records of the teacher's door on all the conditions in the desert.

At the moment these most basic common sense, both he and the prince, know very well.

However, both of them have entered the Dream of Fallen Immortal for the first time, and they don't know much about the specific dangers inside.

Ning Wuye watched for a while, and quickly determined that the place he was now in was the bottom of the dream world.

There should be many "yuanxians" here.

The purpose of their trip is to prevent the fallen immortal from waking up. The first thing to do now is to spread your reputation!

As I thought about it, intermittent prayers came from my ears: "...Fu wish that my mother will heal soon...without any enthusiasm...send words."

"...One wish for Weng Gu to be healthy...two wish for Jiaoer Linghui...three wish...Lang Jun answered early...with a kind words."

"...Fu Yuan God has mercy...In addition to this locust plague...I will be honored...without any responsibility...respectful words."

Ning Wuye listened, nodding slightly, the prayers of mortals in the dreamland were very easy to fulfill for his "outer immortals".

Although I know this is a dream, everything is vain, as long as the fallen immortal wakes up, everything in the dream will return to nothingness, but at the moment, whether he is a righteous person, sympathetic to the commonplace, or to spread his own honor. , He decided to respond to the prayers of mortals.

As a result, Ning Wuye's attention focused on one of the prayers.

In his mind, a scene suddenly appeared: in the wilderness, countless mortal Li Shu, supporting the old and the young, knelt down in front of a makeshift altar with a dismal expression.

On the altar, the heads of cattle, sheep, and pigs were placed upright at this moment. The blood of the three heads was still wet, and there was still blood on the side of the altar that had not yet solidified.

Simin had a thin face and ragged clothes. Many children stared at the sacrifices with straight eyes. They couldn't help swallowing saliva, but they didn't say anything.

In front of this group of people, there is an extremely broad field.

Judging by their clothing, it should be the time when the water chestnuts were green, but the eyes were barren, and there was no grass!

Countless locusts the size of the palm of an adult man are like a huge yellow-green quilt, covering the whole fertile field, filling the ditch, and filling the wild.

Some even flew to the altars and offerings. Upon seeing this, the village chief who presided over the sacrifice hurriedly greeted the villagers and drove them forward, stuttering in their mouths: "...Fu Yuan, God has mercy... to eradicate the locust plague... …For the sake of surviving...a kind words."

"...To eliminate the locust plague, leave the millet...Four seasons to flourish...A kind words."

Thinking about it, the locusts are still raging. As time goes by, under the scorching sun, the three animals that can be prepared by the power of the village have already given off a stench.

There was no movement above the altar.

The crowd in front of the altar began to feel anxious and commotion.

"Grandpa, isn't God willing to pay attention to us?" A child looked around and couldn't help but gently pulled the elder's robe beside him and asked in a low voice, "If the locust plague is not eliminated, there will be no harvest this year. In that case, Daddy’s disease..."

"Hush!" His grandfather's expression moved, he hurriedly covered his grandson's mouth, and yelled, "You have nothing to say, don't talk nonsense! God... God will definitely protect us... It's just that God is noble. Maybe I didn't hear it... God will definitely eradicate the locust plague for us!"

He muttered anxiously, "Otherwise not only our village, the entire county, and several nearby counties...how do we live? How do we live?"

"God..."

"But don't be like a dozen years ago..."

"That locust plague, hungry all over the ground..."

"Eight brothers, six sisters, only one of me will survive..."

"God..."

"God pity..." The panic spread among the crowd. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the altar, and their hearts hung in their throats. On the hungry face, the eyes were surprisingly bright, and the last light and heat burst out like a meteor, focusing on the hope for the manifestation of the gods.

Just as their hearts became heavier and despair gradually eroded, a chaotic, crazy, and distorted voice suddenly sounded.

In an instant, as you can see, all the locusts, after a mournful cry, disappeared in ashes!

The fields, ditches, woods... revealed their original features.

Several clusters of grass blades that had been gnawed in half were swaying in the wind.

The villagers' prayers were fulfilled.

They were startled, and immediately burst into cheers that shook the sky: "It's a manifestation! It's a manifestation!!"

"God pity!!"

"Bonus of the Fairy Family!"

"We are saved!"

In ecstasy, everyone began to change rapidly, their bodies swelled, scales were all over them, and their fingers popped out...

In an instant, the wilderness was like a dance of demons, strange and unspeakable.

Ground.

Ning Wuye frowned, what's the situation?

He only said his own name, why are these aborigines in the dreams all crazy?

Immediately afterwards, he condensed his mind, hesitated for a moment, and paid attention to the next prayer.

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abyss.

Dark, twisted, crazy, depraved, violent, filthy...

The creatures with scales, long horns, and bruise all over their bodies move heavy steps back and forth.

Their eyes are gray and their pupils are in the shape of vertical lines, their forelegs are like claws, their hind limbs are hoofs, and their stout arms are surrounded by a chain-like fire, constantly exuding a fierce and filthy atmosphere.

Suddenly, in the midair not far away, a figure appeared without warning.

Ji Changfu white robe wins Xuexue, slowly opened his eyes, the brilliance in the eyes and the brows of the heavenly jade are shining brightly with each other.

All the creatures present immediately looked at him subconsciously.

The moment his eyes touched Ji Changfu, all the creatures let out an extremely painful and crazy roar.

In the next moment, their flesh and blood splashed out, and countless frantic and treacherous limbs were born in them, as if the flesh and blood demon flowers were suddenly blooming.

Ji Changfu smiled slightly, not surprisingly.

"Don't look directly at the fairy" is one of the rules of this fallen fairy dream.