The Old Gods Are Whispering

The former site of Mt. Kailash was shrouded in the lingering wind and snow. The man walked through the snow field against the heavy snow, and the thick snow made a rustling sound.

There used to be a supreme-level battle to destroy the world. The ancient golden tree that pierced the sky and the earth had been burned to ashes, and the roots running through the mountains had long since died, leaving only shocking cracks, like It is the wound of the earth, bottomless.

The battle ten years ago has caused the dimension here to be unstable, so Mount Kailash has completely become a forbidden area for the earth. Tibetans migrating here sometimes claim that they see the majestic ancient city in the vast wind and snow, standing on the barren land, mysterious and far away.

Some even claimed to have witnessed the resurrection of the gods.

It was a strong dimensional disorder, and many sublimators who yearned for miracles tried to come to the Gangdis Mountains to take risks, but eventually disappeared into this world without a sound.

The man ignored the turmoil in the dimension, took out a yellowed map from his pocket, followed the guidance through the endless wind and snow, and finally arrived at a dark grotto.

This gloomy grotto seems to have been neglected for tens of millions of years, and there is a mysterious and profound meaning in the dark cave, like a lich's lair, or a devil's tomb.

A supreme realm enveloped this cave, as if it had been forgotten outside the world. It was like a bottomless black hole, greedily devouring everything in the outside world. Nothing could escape, and naturally nothing could escape. Go out, there is absolutely no possibility of being spied on.

This is the realm of the ancient supreme, the best hideout in the world.

"How sad, my brother."

He said softly: "I used to laugh at you at the place closest to the original, but I never thought that now I would become as pathetic as you."

Men ignore the territory here.

He snapped his fingers, and the vermilion fire light lit up at the fingertips, illuminating the darkness.

The walls of this cave are actually covered with flesh and fascia, undulating and wriggling regularly like breathing, and the blood vessels are actually complicated and intertwined tree roots, faintly flowing with golden blood.

In the darkness stood a cross woven of golden vines.

The man wrapped in the shroud was crucified, which is very strange.

"I have to admire your greatness. You used to be the best conspirator among us, but unfortunately you died due to the calculations of the Father God and the Mother God. But you are unwilling after all, right? I can hear you unwilling in your sleep roars, and curses of anger and malice...Let me help you."

The man stared at the corpse on the cross and said softly, "I can revive you."

The honorable name of this corpse is ready to be revealed.

Venerable Qiongqi.

This supreme being once held a ceremony of exterminating the world on Mount Kailash, but in the end he was backlashed by the original, and the Candle Lighting God Tree took root on his corpse, absorbing the third power to grow.

In fact, the so-called Mount Kailash is the corpse of Qiongqi.

But no one can find out where his body is.

Only Suzaku, who had eroded the original, could break through his domain.

In addition, Gu Jianlin, who had achieved the original, could also find him.

It's a pity that he fell into a deep sleep after the battle on Mount Kailash.

The eternal sleep of a god is at least ten thousand years.

So nothing to be afraid of.

"A new rule has been opened, but I absolutely do not agree with the so-called true meaning of love beyond the limit. Maybe my sadness and anger are not enough, and my madness and despair have not yet reached the limit. Without that kind of humble thing, I also The same can change everything."

The man bit his own wrist, and the golden blood ignited spontaneously the moment it flowed out. A noble bird was entangled in the vermilion flame, and the chirping sound broke the silence.

The ancient realm trembled violently, as if a hungry ghost saw flesh and blood.

"Wake up, my brother!"

The flames ignited the darkness and engulfed the golden cross with a crash.

The man put his hand on the heart of the corpse and shouted loudly: "I will give you a new life!"

His voice was not loud, but it echoed in the grotto like thunder.

The grotto trembled, and thunder pierced through the wind and snow.

The shroud was burnt away, revealing the desiccated corpse.

It was a huge skeleton.

The white bones are crystal clear like jade, entwined with withered tree roots.

"What are you hesitating about?"

The man said hoarsely: "Hundreds of millions of years have passed, my sister has always been that girl back then. She is strong but proud, tough but soft-hearted. Maybe she has always been a child longing for love, so she buried herself with her own hands. Xihe is a newborn Sovereign, you have fallen into a deep sleep now, as for me, you have seen my state, so what are you afraid of?"

A scorching fire glowed in the skull's dark eye holes, and the bones crackled and crackled.

The roar of the giant beast echoed faintly, breathtaking.

"Right, that is it."

The man became excited: "Wake up!"

The soul of the dead seems to have opened its eyes, and the inextricable flesh and blood are reborn on the dense skeleton.

But at this moment, the man showed a strange smile.

Because what was reborn on the terrifying skeleton was not only flesh and blood, but also criss-crossing black vines. The dark buds drank blood and grew, giving birth to black lotuses!

It wasn't just the corpses that were illuminated by the flames.

And the man's face.

The man's handsome face was covered with ferocious bloodstains, like pieces of broken porcelain being forcibly pieced together, and dim starlight flowed from the scars, symbolizing the original darkness of the universe.

"It's too much for me to forcibly touch the power of the Mother God by illuminating a body with a candle. But fortunately, a new rule has been opened, and I can actually do this kind of thing."

Holding the face of the skeleton, the man seemed to see the calculating young man through his burning eyes: "Surprised, isn't it? If it doesn't take long, I believe you can wake up from eternal sleep After all, Father God has been completely swallowed by my son. You who have been sleeping for a long time can also get a new life from this half-dead state."

"Unfortunately, you have no chance."

A scepter wrapped with phoenix feathers emerged from his hand, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The gate of the dimension is wide open, and the Fusang Shrine is impressively rooted in Mount Kailash.

The ancient gods came out of the burning sea.

What used to be silver and gold, now Ying Ye and Ying Yu have been given new names. They inherited the bones and blood of Luan and Kui respectively, and became the ancestors of the ancient times.

Platinum has also inherited the bones and blood of the Gu carving. In the world of the ancient gods, this is the weakest ancient ancestor. He has died countless times at the hands of those ancient sages.

"Honor your greatness, Lord."

In the end is a graceful and noble girl, with her long golden hair in her arms, her beautiful face is full of splendor, and there is a touch of red gold in the corner of her eyes, and her dress is scattered like fire.

This is Mu Shiyu, a survivor of civil unrest in the orderly world ten years ago.

The demons danced wildly in the Fusang Shrine, and the ancient ancestors opened their angry eyes and looked down at the earth, not daring to look up at the back of the supreme being, as if he was both a god and a devil.

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The peak of Meili Snow Mountain is resplendent and resplendent in the sun, and the sound of ancient bells reverberates faintly in the wind and snow, as if one can hear the pious Sanskrit singing of monks.

"Ten years have passed, and I still feel a bit like visiting a grave."

Su Youzhu walked to the Buddhist temple at the top of the peak, and the stone steps under her feet were already frozen. She was carrying large and small bags of tributes in her hand, like a girl who went to the cemetery to pay homage to her relatives on New Year's Day: alive, but why do we come to make offerings every year?"

Her buckskin coat billowed in the wind, and her short platinum hair was stained with hoarfrost.

A white scarf covered her ice-like delicate face, and her eyelashes were full of ice crystals.

"It is indeed very similar, but the difference is that Grandma Shi can really receive our tribute."

Tang Ling's woolen coat rattled, and the fluttering hem of the clothes revealed her long legs wrapped in jeans, and her high leather boots even slipped a little on the frosty stone steps.

"By the way, did you pay homage to your mother before you left?"

The so-called mother was, of course, Shi Jing.

Today's Lei Ting and Yue Ji are both engaged to that boy, and even held a wedding.

Apart from not being registered, it is no different from a family.

"went."

Su Youzhu said coldly: "I even had Gu Ci'an's tomb uncovered."

Tang Ling glanced at her: "I thought you would separate them."

Su Youzhu responded blankly: "The more I think about it for ten years, the more angry I get, he is not worthy."

Tang Ling couldn't say anything about it, and Professor Gu didn't have much contact with her.

She stared at the ancient Buddhist temple through the sunglasses: "Chen Bojun said, let's come and see her during the holidays, don't let her be too lonely alone. According to the research of the little fat man, the grandmother should be in unconscious dormancy state, her strength is also constantly expanding."

"If we can enter Ganyuan, we can see him splitting his own bones and blood."

Speaking of this, she was quite moved: "Do you want to venture in and have a look?"

Su Youzhu's beautiful eyes lighted up slightly, but after thinking about it, she felt that something was wrong: "Next time, if I wake her up rashly, I'm afraid she will break out of her cocoon by force again and go find Him with us."

Tang Ling was right after thinking about it.

The current Venerable Xi He is sleeping in his own ancient God Realm.

The name here is Ganyuan.

Ten years ago, after Venerable Xihe forcibly prevented the destruction of the earth, he was also forced to sleep because he could not control his own power. He descended to Meili Snow Mountain and took root in the Ancient God Realm, without a sound.

In the past ten years, some Buddhists who came to the pilgrimage were corrupted by his spirit and became the most loyal god servants. Now they live in the ancient temple and serve the sleeping gods.

The door of the Buddhist temple was opened, and an elderly monk came out, clasping his hands together.

"I have seen the two crown princes."

He respectfully said: "May the Lord bless you all."

Su Youzhu handed him the large and small packages of tribute, and nodded slightly.

Tang Ling clasped her palms together and returned the salute: "Master, is grandma alright?"

After all, she is the guardian of Grandmother, so she deserves some respect.

This frightened the old monk, he put his hands together hastily, and the old man bent even lower: "I can often hear His whispers, He misses you all the time."

Su Youzhu smiled silently.

Tang Ling hummed: "This may be the last time we see her."

She didn't say it clearly, but she expressed her meaning clearly.

The old monk raised his head and said earnestly, "My child, thank you for your hard work."

What the god attendant conveys is the will of the master.

It also represents the approval of the teacher and grandmother.

Su Youzhu also felt the warm sunshine falling from the snow-capped mountains, which was a blessing from the elders.

"Thank you, we will try to come back alive."

She pulled out the Tiancongyun sword, and drew a sharp cross with her backhand, tearing apart the void.

The pitch-black void suddenly spread, and the tunnel of time and space has been opened.

"Farewell."

Tang Ling turned around, picked up the sword case she was carrying, and walked into the black hole.

The wind and snow hit their faces, and the eyes of the girls were as cold as iron.

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Ying Changsheng looked down at the city in the morning light with his hands behind his back, and sighed softly: "So, it's just a cover to transfer the center of order to Fengcheng. The two aunts just don't want us to know what they want to do. Is it?"

Ten years have passed, and the prince of that year has grown into a real emperor.

Tang Ling is just the strongest and the one in power on the surface.

But he is the one who really holds the power.

The once turbulent world became calm under his coercion.

The once high-spirited young man has also become calm and majestic.

"The two of them have grown up a lot in the past ten years, but the only thing they can't learn is lying."

Jiang Ziye pouted: "I was a shadow back then, how could they deceive me?"

Ying Changsheng glanced at him, and asked calmly, "What do you think?"

"According to Liuli's calculations, the chances of the two aunts losing completely are only one in a thousand, at least they can lose both sides. If they win, the Suzaku clan will be finished."

Jiang Ziye thought for a while: "If they lose, we will have 10,000 years to breathe. In 10,000 years, we can quietly accumulate strength and wait for their awakening."

The ones mentioned here are of course Qilin and Xihe.

"Nowadays, we are all family members, so they don't want us to work hard to turn the peaceful world upside down again, and make so many people die."

Ying Changsheng smiled and said, "But I don't want to accept it."

Jiang Ziye shrugged and turned to look.

Su Youxia leaned on the railing and smoked a cigarette. Over the past ten years, she has become more enchanting and charming. Her brows and eyes are full of the temptation of a mature sister Yu, and she said lightly: "You can do whatever you want, and I will follow."

"Indeed, if there is a war, the flames of war must spread throughout the extraordinary world."

Jiang Ziye scratched his eyebrows: "And I don't know how many people will die."

"but……"

He paused: "This is not a reason to watch them fight alone."

Ying Changsheng smiled casually and waved his hands: "We were all taught by President Taihua. When did we ever counsel you in the face of war? Inform Lu Zijin and Chen Bojun to prepare for the war. Those who want to participate in the war prepare a suicide note, and those who don't want to participate in the war Stay at home to protect your family, we will not force you."

"Ten thousand years is too long, we only fight for the day and night."

He raised his right hand, and the sword box trembled loudly: "Fuck it."