"You've overstepped, Xiaoyin."
Wu Yuli's indifferent voice sounded in his ears, Qi Yin's consciousness was blasted out with a force, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the boy's beautiful and indifferent face. Qi Yin was still immersed in the sadness in Wu Yu's heart, his face was cold, he raised his hand and touched it, but he didn't know when the tears were all over his face.
It turned out that the guilty one was not Wu Yuli, but Bai Lu. He remembered that Bai Lu had said that Fuxi had issued a ban, prohibiting the Great God from interfering in mortal affairs. Bailu violated Fuxi's prohibition, so he was attacked by Fuxi. Bailu is a sin god, but he is a belief in the southern border, and he cannot be wrong or guilty. The witch has tampered with the historical facts and pushed all the guilt on Wu Yuli's head. This guy took the guilt for his god and was imprisoned in a golden figurine, immortal, forever and ever, unable to escape.
"What a daring child, I underestimated you." Wu Yuli let go of him and slowly floated into the air. He is a gentleman who is gentle and restrained, his anger is fleeting, and he is gentle and polite again. It's just that the gray eyes are downcast, and there is a coolness like autumn frost. He said lightly: "The seal of the moon mirror has been lifted, you can leave by yourself. Xiaoyin, your time is running out. Next time we meet again, I will take your body."
A wisp of autumn water-like knife light swept across the air, directly penetrating Wu Yuli's body. His body was split from the left shoulder to the waist, and the fracture was neatly divided into two halves. In the space, Fu Lan appeared with a knife behind him. However, Wu Yuli's broken body did not fall, not even the delicate smile on his face.
"Children, there will be an appointment later." He said warmly.
The frail body evaporated and disappeared like smoke, and finally turned into a puppet the size of a slap, broken in two and fell to the ground. The black cat got out of the hole, ran quickly, touched the puppet with its nose, and said, "It's a witch puppet. This guy didn't come with a real body, this is his puppet fake."
Qi Yin leaned on his sword and spat out a mouthful of blood. However, the expansion of the meridians forced twenty sword shadows, and the body was like this. I really don't know how the little uncle survived. Damn, I wanted to see where Wu Yuli's death point was, but still found nothing. The pain swept through the entire meridian, Qi Yin's body became numb, and she could no longer feel the pain. Shaking his head, the scene in front of him slowly blurred, and then he tilted his head and didn't know anything.
Nine Gai, Yuanshan.
The monsters swayed in the darkness, breathing icy breaths like snakes hissing. They stared together at the two broken puppets in the center of the hall. The witch puppet is divided into a child and a mother. The caster manipulates the mother puppet with a hanging wire, and the child puppet on the other side will follow. Some monsters have increased breathing, and the shadows on the ground are stretching and becoming hideous. If someone understands monsters, they will know that this is the anger of a group of monsters brewing in the dark.
This is a towering palace, named Guixu, built by the father and son of the deceased Weisheng Demon Dragon. Rough and pure black rocks are piled up on four walls, without a dome, and when you look up, you will see the billions of stars in the eternal night. The pattering starlight shone down on the palace, illuminating the shadow of a white figure sitting on the high platform in front of him. The man was holding a plain qin, wearing a white power fence, the gauze hanging down to his knees, and he could vaguely see the outline of Zhang Li underneath.
"We have provided you with a place of refuge, given you the seat of the Jiu Gai High Priest, and let you go from Wu Yuli, a sinner chased and killed by a god, to become a high-ranking Jiu Gai Priest Yuan as scheduled. Don't forget, this is a deal. , we want you to kill the monster Fulan to avenge my first lord, but you have failed our expectations." A huge shadow covered his head, extending gloomily forward, covering the entire high platform.
"Thousands of gods and witches are nothing more than this." A monster laughed in the corner, the laughter was sharp and thin, "You said you wanted to resurrect the Great God Bailu and give us divine blood, but why didn't you do it? I think it's just a bluff, playing us like monkeys."
There were whispers and discussions in the dark, and they all seemed to agree with what the monster said.
The previous monster smiled and said: "Why don't you give him to me, the longer the wine is brewed, the more mellow he will be. He must have a different flavor when he lives at this age. Let me enjoy it, and then swallow his flesh and blood. His unparalleled beauty."
"Xinyuehu, shut up."
Shadows hovered above Wu Yuli's head, like a dark cloud that made it hard to breathe. But the figure in white sat there, motionless, as if the noisy whispers around him did not exist, as if the world was silent.
"Dear Lord God and Witch, you are useless to us." The shadow suddenly dispersed, and the black gas condensed into substance, like a raging black tide, which divided into dozens of branches in the Hall of Returning Ruins, hitting the weak figure in the middle. . The wave of flying swept away the power fence and threw it far away, and the white gauze spread out like the wings of a white moth.
It looked like a girl, wearing a robe embroidered with ripples of clouds and water, with a flowing cloud bun, and her long black and shiny hair draped over her shoulders, flowing down to the ground like a waterfall. But he was clearly Wu Yuli, with the same eyebrows, but with makeup on, a greasy red shadow was drawn at the end of his eyes. When he lowered his eyes, the corners of his raised eyes were gentle and charming.
The tide rushed towards him. This was a blow that ordinary people could not resist. The demonic energy would drain his flesh and blood, making him a dry corpse. He sighed helplessly, raised his elbows, and slipped his sleeves between his elbows, revealing his arms as white as lotus root and his slender wrists. The fingertips plucked the strings at will, and the snow-like sound of the piano curled out, desolate and cold.
The tide of demonic energy froze immediately, then changed its direction and rushed into the darkness around it. There was a shrill shriek all around, and thick blood spread to the feet of the high platform. In the hall of Guixu, the monsters began to kill each other, screaming one after another, Wu Yuli sat upright in the center of the high platform, clean and clean, his brows drooping warmly.
"What have you done to us!?" Shadow hissed in pain.
"First, there is no transaction between us," Wu Yuli smiled slightly, his delicate eyebrows delicate like a crescent moon, "You are my puppets, obey my orders." The monster's body was biting wildly, and the shadow on the ground spasmed in pain, becoming more and more hideous, "Second, you are just lowly and lowly bastards huddled in the ground, never want to covet the blood of my god. Third, you are still useful to me, so I don't intend to kill you. But if you are not obedient," Wu Yuli's smile deepened, clearly smiling, but the profile of his face in the shadow was cold to the bone, "then I have to send you to see you. Your allegiance to the former king of Weisheng. What do you think?"
"I obey your orders!" The monster named Xinyuehu was the first to crawl on the ground, "From now on, Xinyuehu will only follow the orders of Lord Yuli!"
All the monsters appeared in real form, with black armor and tall bodies like cast iron. Under the black hood, he couldn't see his face, only a shadow. Chi Yingying's eyes lit up, red as blood. They respectfully held the knives at their waists, knelt down on one knee under the high platform, and sang in unison, "My lord!"
"The last point," Wu Yuli pressed down the strings, and the thin and cool voice was accompanied by the last lingering sound of Suqin, "I am not called Wu Yuli now, I am your high priest, and the source is on schedule."
"High Priest, please forgive me for speaking bluntly," the tall and burly demon general at the front raised his voice, the voice of the ferocious shadow from before, "As a sinner, you cannot obtain the soul of the great god through the god attendant in the White Deer nave. Even if you obtain the soul of the White Deer, it is difficult to keep the gods and gods obstructed. The gods are born with eyes, and it is difficult for you to escape their attention."
Every human eye can only see mountains, rivers, fish, stones, beautiful skins, and falling red and flowing water. When a Taoist learns to practice the Tao, he has a pair of spiritual eyes and sees the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
And the gods have the Celestial Eye, which is everywhere in the sky and the world, and can see the true nature of all things, the nature of everything. Legend has it that Fuxi and Nuwa, the two ancestral gods in the world, were born with inspirational eyes, which can see the past and the future, and the end of the world. In their eyes, the fate of all spirits is like a scroll unfolding slowly, from birth to the end, everything is already doomed.
"This is the reason why I came to Jiu Gai, there are some things that I have to trouble you to do for me." Wu Yuli smiled lowly, "Don't be afraid of the gods, you are all afraid of the prestige of the gods, but you don't know their Time has come to an end. For thousands of years, the great gods have not come to the mortal world, not only because Fuxi is not allowed to intervene in mortal affairs, but also because they are getting weaker day by day, sleeping in a deep sleep, disappearing and disappearing. The hexagram, the prophecy of 'Shen Yin', has gradually come true today."
"Shen Yin..." Yin Zhui whispered, "Including your god, Bai Lu?"
Wu Yuli narrowed his eyes.
"My lord, I heard that the gods came into being and died in response to the catastrophe. They followed their fate and did not resist. In the past, when the Great White Deer went to the wilderness of Tianmu, it was also his destiny. Ordinary people thought that he was the Fighting against Fuxi, but not knowing that he is responding to his calamity and violating his life. Changing fate and forcibly resurrecting a dead god is no different than a mayfly shaking a tree or hitting a stone with an egg. Maybe even if you successfully resurrect the white deer, he will will be your enemy."
Wu Yuli smiled and didn't answer, only asked in a warm voice: "The battle of Tianshang has long disappeared from the historical books, how did you know that my battle of gods died in the wild of Tianmu? Yin Zhui, behind your back who is it?"
The monsters were startled, they raised their sleeves, turned into a thick filthy mist, and lingered in the sky above Guixu.
Behind the monster named Yin Zhui, ghostly eyes lit up one after another, staring at Wu Yuli across thousands of voids.
Wu Yuli lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the shadows under his eyes. He spoke loudly, with an unquestionable decision hidden in his words, "Perhaps the great gods have misunderstood, and the decision lies with me, not my god. What does it matter if he is an enemy of me?"
"You have already obtained the hexagram, Wu Yuli." Yin Zhui said, "Fate is already doomed, you can do nothing."
Zhang Li's boy took out a golden tortoise shell from his big sleeve and stroked the meandering cracks on it.
He recited the hexagram in a low voice, as if speaking an ancient prophecy.
"The gods are hidden."
This is the half-sentence word he has tried his best to get.
After he drew the spiritual energy of the mortal world and recalled the spirit of the white deer, the ending of "Great God Hidden" remained unchanged.
"The so-called destiny is that it cannot be changed, it cannot be changed, and it cannot be moved." God said.
Wu Yuli stood up, folded his hands and bowed, "I'm not talented, I have nothing to do, I want to fight with these invisible things. Don't worry, all gods, drink a good cup of tea, and watch the Ming Dynasty. ."
Qi Yin was in a coma for four or five days before he woke up. The first thing he did when he came back to life was to look at his brother's head. The jet-black hair was combed open in strands, revealing a pure white scalp, with no clue whatsoever. Qi Yin sighed and complained: "Brother, you are not a fool, you are a fool, you can't even distinguish your own voice. If there is a chance tomorrow, I will discuss with the gods of Lao Shizi and see if I can give them to them. Your order has been withdrawn."
"Why remove it?" Fu Lan asked.
"Of course I have to remove it," Qi Yin said with a headache, "Brother, have you ever thought that they asked you to do everything in your power to protect me, but this is not your original intention. If you didn't have this order, I would be a person to you. Inexplicable little baby, you meet me in Wujiang, and you won't even look at me. You will continue to go north, inquire about miracles, and then return to the southern border. We will not meet, nor will we meet again."
"I don't want to ask about miracles, Xiaoyin, I don't want to know who I am." Fu Lan lowered her eyelashes, the eyelashes were long and curled up like a wing perched on her cheek.
Qi Yin didn't tell him about his life experience. He lived and died for more than 100 years. Either he was deformed into a monster with three heads and six arms, or he was ridiculed and ridiculed as a dumb freak. Every life was so cruel and painful. Qi Yin didn't want to tell him this, his brother, just be an innocent little fool.
"Brother, Wu Yuli has planted a lot of flowers, each flower blooms a doll, you are the smartest and most beautiful one, you are a little flower fairy. You are so good, there is no reason to be so special to me, a coward. "Qi Yin laughed at himself, "Look at me, thrown on the side of the road, the weeds are more conspicuous than me. If it wasn't for those gods playing tricks, how could I be your younger brother? Brother, I don't want you to be someone like me. Injured and desperate, I don't want you to live and die for me, you do what you really want to do, and live the life you really want to live."
"I don't want to be Xiaohuaxian, I want to be Meng Fulan, Xiaoyin's older brother." Fulan put Qi Yin's hand on her heart, "I'm too stupid, I can't tell the difference. Those are really not my heart. Why? Why can't my heart be pounding? Why can't I learn to like you? What the hell is true?"
Qi Yin's head hurt for a while, he didn't know, really didn't know. If their meeting wasn't accidental, and if Fu Lan's goodness to him was based on the whispers of the gods, then did Fu Lan really like him? How much of Fu Lan's thoughts were the whispers of the gods, and how much was his own wish. Qi Yin didn't want to think about it, thinking about it made him sad. Besides, he was even more afraid that one day Wu Yuli came to take his life, and Fu Lan would really die for him.
Broken to pieces, it's like a damn curse.
The two were silent relative to each other, and the tree stalks slanted into the window hole, casting a shadow. Fu Lan frowned and stared at him with autumn-like black pupils, and anyone could see the loneliness and desolation in his eyes. Wu Yuli said that he had no emotions and desires, everything was an order and an illusion given to him by the gods, but... Qi Yin stroked his brow, but the sadness was so real that Qi Yin had to believe it.
The sound of footsteps came from outside the window, and the mountain patrolling demon of Dawangzhai rushed in with a loud roar, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! The dog sword fairy in the world is here! He is so handsome, Your Majesty!"
Qi Yin was stunned for a moment, stretched out her neck from the window drawer and looked out. A man in white came over surrounded by black demons, with icy muscles and jade bones, and his clothes and belts were windy.
Qi Lingshu glanced at Qi Yin lightly, and presented a golden lacquer scroll to Fu Lan, who had just picked up the curtain and was still wearing her arms.
"Qi Lingshu, Wufang Mountain, came here on behalf of the four major factions in the world to invite the demons and monsters of the southern border to be the masters and discuss the peace between the north and the south."