"Mu'er, you don't want to stop God this time." Granny Si said in a low voice.
Qin Mu is stepping up to refine the spirit pills and feed the dragons. He needs to prepare some more spirit pills for his trip this time. Hearing this, he was slightly startled, and smiled: "Grandma, I invited them here, how can I not go?" ?”
Granny Si shook her head and said, "You are the realm of heaven and earth. If you don't go, they won't gossip. I'm afraid the gods will come out in full force in this battle. There are not only the four gods in the sky, but also other gods... If we Defeated, you go back to the Great Ruins, and don’t come out in this life.”
Qin Mu was dejected, and was about to speak, when suddenly the voice of the village chief came from a distance: "Old lady Si, leave him alone, let him follow!"
Granny Si caught a glimpse of the village head and a group of old men and women laughing and laughing, and couldn't help being furious: "Mu'er's cultivation level is still low, so it's useless to go there!"
"Why is it useless?"
The village chief looked back and said with a smile: "Someone has to collect the corpse, right mother-in-law?"
Granny Si was slightly taken aback, and stopped talking.
There must always be someone to collect the corpse, whether it is an enemy or one of our own.
There was a group of old men and old ladies laughing in the distance. The village chief chatted happily with his old friends. She blushed with a smile.
There are many stories to tell between them. They were born and died, and fought side by side. There are always many memories worth remembering. Ever since the village chief became disabled and his aspirations were depressed, he became an old cripple who could not go away in the disabled village. There was no trace of the emperor in the world, and his comrades were also depressed and no longer appeared in the world. The world does not communicate with each other.
And now, the village chief is back, and they are also invited to come, even though they are old, but the reunion of old friends seems to bring them back to the passionate years.
Qin Mu looked at them. These happy old people each had their own personalities, and some of them were not cheerful, such as Qingyoushanren. He saw everyone as if you owed me money, but now they were all smiling.
Each of them has an incomparably lofty status, some are the patriarchs of the underground races, some are high above the immortals, some are big monsters who accept worship from the world in temples, and some swim freely in the sea with their people on their backs.
People who can't get together with eight poles get together because of a seal of the emperor.
The village head was in high spirits, and said to everyone: "The blood in my heart is on fire, let's relive the past years, let's beat him upside down together!"
Qingyoushanren burst into tears with laughter: "Burn a fart! Your lifespan will be next year, right? Can you still burn it?"
"Do the immortals in Xiaoyujing also swear? You have the ability to swear in Xiaoyujing! Qingyou, you won't be burning for a few years, and you will finish playing like me soon!"
A group of old people laughed and stomped their feet. Liu Xian narrowed his eyes into a line and said out of breath, "Do you remember that year? When it comes to fighting, Xiao Qingzi ran the fastest. He didn't run to fight, but It's running and hiding!"
"You're no better than me. You're always curled up in a ball!"
The old people laughed again, and they were telling each other bad things again: "Xiaoqingzi still likes Fairy Xueqi, she was so happy after chasing her back then!"
"Yes, yes, I remember this, this guy has a thick skin! Bah!"
"When Fairy Xueqi died in battle that day, Xiao Qingzi cried like a tearful person."
This sentence was said but no one laughed. Suddenly Qingyoushanren burst into tears, and Tu Xingfeng, who made the atmosphere extremely embarrassing, scratched his messy hair, and suddenly sighed: "I think of Taoist Lu Feng. I have a relationship with him. Best, he died for me, he blocked the opponent's killing blow for me... "
Everyone fell silent. After a while, these old things laughed and laughed again, and the embarrassment just now disappeared.
Qin Mu shook his head, activated the Dragon Control Art, and the body of the dragons changed into giants several miles long, and everyone climbed on the backs of the dragons one after another.
The villa is empty.
They rode the dragon and flew towards Daxu. The butcher on the dragon's back threw wine jars one by one. These older generation strongmen held the wine jars and drank heavily. Laughter came from time to time. The butcher held the wine jars high and laughed loudly. : "I will have to drink three hundred cups!"
On the other dragon's back, the cripple cried loudly: "I'm not a high-flyer like you, I'm just a petty thief, what kind of hero will I be with you?"
The old Tathagata looked at Master Ma and said in a low voice: "Da Leiyin Temple still needs you, you go back, and I will be enough here."
Ma Ye said indifferently: "You are Tathagata, and I am Tathagata too, you know my mind."
The old Tathagata was slightly taken aback, and said: "What if you and I can't come back? What about Daleiyin Temple? What about Buddhism?"
Ma Ye clasped his hands together, and there were twenty kinds of treasures on his face: "I will not fail the Dharma and not fail you."
The old Tathagata suddenly understood his mind: "It's good. Whether the Tathagata is present or not, the Dharma is there. It doesn't exist because of the Tathagata, and it doesn't disappear because of the Tathagata. If you understand it, you are the Tathagata. If you don't understand it, you are a false monk."
Qin Mu and the village head were on the back of a dragon. Qin Mu kept looking at the village head, and finally couldn't help it, and said in a low voice: "Village head, has the bridge been repaired?"
A smile appeared on the old face of the village chief, "How can it be so easy? There are three steps to repairing the divine bridge, and each step is extremely difficult. The first step is the Magpie Bridge Jue, the second is the Xuan Yin Jue, and the third step is the Divine Bridge." Dujue, I have practiced Xuanyinjue now, which is considered very fast. Qingyou, is your Shenqiao repaired?"
Qingyoushanren shook his head: "It's still on the Xuan Yin Jue."
The village chief jokingly said, "If you stop God this time, you might die!"
Qingyou Mountain cursed angrily: "If you are old, you will curse me!"
The village head laughed loudly: "Patriarch Tianmo, this old boy is still on his way here!" Everyone laughed again, very happy.
The sun was setting and the sky was getting late.
God.
An obscure and awkward voice came from above the altar. It was the language of God, with ups and downs, not like the sounds that humans can make. Qiao Xingjun, Hua Jun, and Yan Xingjun listened respectfully. When the divine language stopped, the three gentlemen stepped back After a few steps, respectful and respectful, they said in unison: "Respect the decree of the law."
All was calm at the altar.
The three princes under the altar looked dignified and said nothing. After a while, Yan Xingjun couldn't help but said: "Are you really going to do this? If you do this, I am afraid that not many people in the entire Yankang Kingdom will survive..."
"Have to do it."
Qiao Xingjun said in a deep voice: "The Yankang Kingdom has already been established. Emperor Yanfeng forged a divine weapon to kill Yujun. The emperor is changing. The law is changing and the way is changing. It has angered the higher authorities. If we don't do it, we will not be able to protect ourselves. Compared with those lowly races in the lower realm, our own lives are the most important!"
Hua Jun said: "But that is countless lives..."
"No need to say much."
Qiao Xingjun was expressionless, raised his hand and said, "We just need to fulfill our own duties. We don't ask whether there is cause and effect. Let's wake up the gods in the sky. There will be a battle in the lower world."
Yan Xingjun and Huajun looked dignified, Yan Xingjun came to the horn beside the altar and blew the horn, and the thick and long sound of the horn immediately spread to the sky.
beep, beep—
In the sky, there are majestic mountains, and there are many rare and exotic animals wandering among the mountains, but the most eye-catching ones are the huge and majestic statues.
Those were statues of gods, with all sorts of strange things. With the sound of horns, the surfaces of the statues suddenly cracked, and the stones were degrading rapidly. Some turned into dead skin and fell off, while others turned into flesh and blood texture.
Suddenly, a stone statue half-bent, half-kneeling, hit the ground with a huge fist, and stood up slowly.
Then, among the majestic mountains, the stone statues revived one by one, opened their eyes one after another, and the divine light in their eyes shot straight into the sky.
Qiao Xingjun's gaze was like lightning, he scanned it for a week, and shouted in a deep voice: "Receive the guide, build the bridge—"
In the sky of the sky, on a long golden bridge, the leading priest stood there, turned the golden compass in front of him, the compass became brighter and brighter, and a golden light shot out from the center of the compass, turning into a golden rainbow bridge passing through the sky and the sky. Barriers of the Nether.
The corners of Qiao Xingjun's eyes twitched, and he gritted his teeth suddenly and said, "All the gods obey orders, the lower realms!"
Gods and men soared into the sky, turned into beams of light and flew out of the sky along the light bridge. Suddenly, in the sky of Xitu, bright and dazzling stars flashed across the sky.
It was night, eighteen flying stars, dragging a long light, pierced the sky and went eastward.
At night in Daxu, when it snowed heavily, the young patriarch and law enforcement elders sat in a ruins, lighting a bonfire, and the fire illuminated the surrounding night.
"Snowing."
The law enforcement elder looked up and saw snowflakes coming from the darkness and falling from them: "This year's winter seems to be particularly long."
The young patriarch poked the firewood with a fire stick to make the fire burn more vigorously. The bonfire beeped and the sparks floated up along the smoke.
"It's not too bad. It's the New Year's Eve now, isn't it?"
The young patriarch smiled and said: "After the new year, it will gradually warm up."
At this moment, a voice suddenly came, and said with a smile: "Keep up the fire, and I will also warm up the fire."
The two looked back, and saw a person wearing a bamboo hat coming out of the darkness and came to the ruins. This person only had nine fingers, and he exhaled a burst of mist from under the bamboo hat.
"Fellow Daoist Ling Jing." The young patriarch hurriedly got up to salute.
Daoist Lingjing returned the salute, took off his bamboo hat, stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire, his eyes flickered: "Fellow Tianmo also went to meet you at the call of the emperor's seal?"
The young patriarch shook his head: "I'm not meeting them, but I already know what happened and I'm waiting here. Even if I can't wait for them, I can stop the gods first. Fellow Daoist Ling Jing, how about you?"
Taoist Lingjing smiled: "I hesitated for a long time. I didn't deal with many people, and I didn't deal with the old sword god. Look at this finger, he chopped it off. But then I figured it out, the human race If I don't keep the promise made by my ancestors, I will be ashamed as a human being, so I am still going to attend the meeting."
"Then you don't have to."
The young patriarch smiled and said, "It's good to wait for them here. If they don't make it in time, we can delay it for a while."
Taoist Lingjing nodded. The three stopped talking.
At midnight, the snow stopped, and suddenly there were streaks of brilliant starlight in the sky, moving from west to east.
The young patriarch smiled and said to the law enforcement elder: "Take the ashes of Daoist Lingjing and me back, if you can still find our bones."
The law enforcement elder bowed down: "Give me two!"
He raised his head, but the young patriarch and Taoist Lingjing disappeared, and two rays of light appeared in the sky, rising obliquely to intercept the eighteen moving stars.