The clouds drifted away, the sunlight tore through the dark clouds hanging on the top of the mountain, and the first rays of morning light shone on the golden top of the incomparably brilliant [Wuyi Palace]!

This Wuyi Mountain, there are already two worlds on the mountain and under the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the fairy garden is in the house, and the wind is clear and the crane is chirping. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the foot of the mountain, there is a sea of corpses and blood, and hell on earth.

The rotting corpses are all over the mountains and the sea of bones, and all living beings are wailing and not worrying.

A wild goose turns the tide far away, and the remnant sun is lonely for thousands of miles.

3,000 people besieged Wuyi Mountain, and after a night of killing, only one Guluan remained.

Among the corpses scattered all over the mountain, there was a suffocating smell of blood, and after the death of the monk, the aura collapsed in the blue glow, like a netherworld-like scenery.

After every big battle, the people of Wuyi Palace have to come to the battlefield to find someone to teach the true monarch - Gao Yuyuan.

"Master, do you hear that?" the lonely girl's voice echoed between the valleys, with a crying voice.

Wuyi Mountain, the true monarch of Huyuan, was lying in a pile of corpses. Every time he went on a killing spree, he would lie like this among the corpses, looking at the sky.

"I hear you, little Ling'er. "It's the most reassuring sound.

He is still alive, which means that there is no enemy alive from his sword.

Xiao Ling'er cried out and ran over to hug her master's leg and wept: "Are you scary again, why do you have to do this every time, everyone in the palace is waiting for you to go back." ”

Every time he sent a disciple to find him, he wanted to stay, but he was so frightened that he wanted to leave, but he was afraid that his master would really die in the pile.

Fearful in the rummaging of corpses, disheartened in repeated attempts at hope.

But they must find it, Shi Gong is the guardian of Wuyi Palace, a figure who stands at the peak of the entire Dao world, whether he is dead or alive, someone must come to find him.

Gao Huyuan withdrew his sword and stood up: "Xiao Ling'er, do you think that there is a creator in this world?"

Xiao Ling'er helped her master up, patted the dust off his body, straightened out his long scattered hair, and said, "Didn't you say that our Taoist priests should not believe in God?"

"Not God, more like God. They sit in front of their chairs, their bodies slumped, and the movement of their fingers can make the difference between life and death. We can be in high spirits on the previous page, and we may be blood-spattered on the next page. Our lives, our deaths, have been caged in the palm of our hands, and no matter what, we cannot escape their control. ”

Xiao Ling'er led her master to the way back to the mountain: "Is there such a powerful person?"

"Yes. Ling'er, who was tall and distant on the back, didn't see his cold, cruel, hateful and murderous eyes: "Yes...... I'm going to cut him ...... a thousand times."

Far away in the sky, an author has a chill in his heart - another awakened protagonist!

In this world, the mortality rate of [authors] is very high, because a successful author, the characters in his pen will definitely turn into fiction and reappear in the world beyond books. Only a small number of authors are able to compromise with the characters, and most of the [authors] will be retaliated against or even killed by the [characters].

But [author] is the most admired profession in the world. Because of the wild dreams, people's fantasies, these are unstoppable. [Author] is the creator of fantasies, the creator of sweet dreams, even if it is to pay for their lives, many people will go forward and fall into this profession, even if they know that the characters will fight with them endlessly.

Such as high and far away-

"If all this is predetermined, then I will do everything I can to hunt down the creator, hunt down, hunt down, hunt down, chase and kill, cut my heart and stomach, and cut my intestines!"

【Protagonist】Gao Yuyuan, sitting at the resting place, the five tablets on the left are his senior brother, senior sister, and younger sister. The twelve tablets on the right are his apprentices, apprentices, and nephews.

There are also different clans in a sect, and the brothers and sisters who are in the same class as him, who use the same room to cultivate, and who wear a pair of pants to mess around, have left him, and even their direct apprentices are no longer one in ten.

A Taishi chair, with crane hair and a childish face, has not added an extra wrinkle to his face for more than a hundred years, but has only made his rich and handsome more calm, more calm—and sadder.

In this mourning hall, his emotions of sadness and attachment are difficult to contain, but he is like swallowing a needle, cannibalizing this emotion, challenging the limit of psychological endurance again and again, even if it makes him unrecoverable, he doesn't care.

Because he knows he's the main character.

The protagonist will not die, and he will not die because of cultivation. Even though this story has come to an end, even if his enemies and relatives have been killed and wounded, the unbearable cold in the high place did not make him spend the rest of his time and energy enjoying loneliness, but became more crazy and more eager to cultivate and become stronger.

The people around him thought that he was setting an example for those who came after him, so he practiced diligently. But no one will ask from the bottom of his heart: he is already the top powerhouse in the world, why does he still practice, as if he is competing with some enemy.

He knew for himself who he was racing against.

"Hatred has made me irreversible, but the identity of [the protagonist] has made me desperate, and I will become stronger, stronger than this world, and then come to you...... I'm going to tear you to pieces. ”

He cultivated tirelessly, because he knew that his cultivation was already high enough to be "detached", so he gradually sensed that controlled sense of disobedience, and when he was strong enough to grasp this feeling, he would be able to shatter the void and go to find the so-called [Author], and then complete the last thing left to do in this life......

"[Author], [Protagonist], one of you and me will die......"

The lonely seat, endless resentment and anger, enveloped the entire place of rest, like a gray enchantment, inside the enchantment, the grass withered, and all souls could not survive.

That deep despair and resentment, tainted by a penny, was enough to ruin a young monk.

The men were very afraid of this place, although this teacher was always amiable, and no matter who could be with him, he was no matter how big or small. However, once he entered this mourning hall, no one would talk about the color change, and no one would dare to approach it.

Xiao Ling'er is the chief disciple of the disciple's grandchildren, and her elders told her: "Your disciples, the first thing you do after washing up every morning is to kneel outside the mourning hall and pray for the teacher's fairness and stability and smooth exit. ”

Outsiders don't know what he's pursuing, but they know that if he changes his desperate cultivation, he will die in less than three days. It's just that there seems to be an incredible force protecting his cultivation, and no matter what, he can always turn evil into good fortune. As his protégé, he can't understand the [protagonist aura], and the only thing he can do is to kneel outside and pray for him to be safe.

This is His Word, the Word of Vengeance, the Word of Remorse, the Word of Sorrow, which no one can reach, no one can touch.

"Knock-knock-knock-ding, knock-ding......"

Three long and two short, someone invaded Wuyi Mountain.

None of the people of Wuyi Mountain Gate went down the mountain to defend against foreign enemies, but all gathered outside the mourning hall to wait for him to come out, and then suggested together:

"Master Master, this time let the disciples go out to defend against the enemy. ”

"Master, incompetent and small, not worthy of Shizun's action. ”

"Master, this point of cultivation, the disciple will be able to return with a complete victory if he leads the disciples of the Zhenshan Sect to go——"

"Even if you try your best, you won't let him step into Wuyi Palace. ”

That suffocating aura disappeared, Gao Yu went out far away, and said kindly: "This is my mountain gate, my home, I will not let my relatives die in front of me again." ”

Once again, he personally descended the mountain to defend against the enemy. The disciples did not dare to stop it, and no one could help the battle, because the aftermath was too big to bear, and they would be sent back with a slap in the face.

Xiao Ling'er ran over and hugged Gao Yuyuan: "Master-"

Gao Huyuan stopped, stroked his head and smiled, with pride and pride: "I'm fine, no one can hurt me in the slightest." ”

Xiao Ling'er looked at this master with tears in her eyes, choked for a long time, and then begged: "Don't lie in it this time, it's hard to find......"

The Great Khan of the People: "Well......"

The next morning-

"Master!Master--Please answer the disciple when you hear it-" The lonely girl's voice echoed between the valleys, crying: "Wow, ah, ah...... It's terrifying!