Lin Zhihui logged on to the website and found that there was a new system notification, click on it to take a look, it turned out to be the end of this self-inspection, click on it, and sure enough, the page has returned to normal and can be read normally, and the previous chapters have also been successfully released.

I didn't expect my luck to be good, and the ban was lifted so quickly, Lin Zhihui read it carefully, although he has always had confidence in his book, but after all, he can't be the master of this matter, and he is always so unstable, but it makes people unstable. He has always advocated happiness and revenge, and when he encounters something, it is a knife to stretch out his head, and it is also a knife to shrink his head, so he simply solves it quickly, and dies early and lives early. Now that I have received the official notice, I still feel a lot more relaxed.

Uploading the new content, Lin Zhihui rarely had a trace of indescribable nervousness, after all, everything he knows now is from the pile of old papers, there is no first-hand information, all are indirect information, although after the examination and Senior Sister Gao helped to screen, but there is no guarantee that the experience of Wushan Daoist that he pieced together has no mistakes or omissions, which also means that the focus he chooses may not necessarily be able to scratch the itch of the other party and achieve the expected effect.

In terms of words, he has done his best to compare the young man's dark childhood with the happy time in the sect, and use a lot of pen and ink to describe his relationship with the old man, master and apprentice, father and son, and when the great change occurs, the old man is full of regret, the surface is cold and trying his best to maneuver for him, the young man is ashamed and ashamed, he thinks that he will not redeem his death, and his heart is like ashes and self-exile The mood is also vividly laid out, and he is fully prepared for the subsequent plot reversal.

Speaking of which, although Daoist Wushan is now a high-ranking immortal, his life is a hoax, a complete tragedy.

Personally rescued him from the sea of suffering, and recreated his master with kindness, in fact, it was the original culprit who created his bleak life, from the time he was born, he was a chess piece in the hands of the other party, everything that happened around him was a script that had already been written, and the ultimate goal was to use him as a medium to get supreme power.

This is really a very old-fashioned bridge, no one knows what happened behind, and I can't find any relevant information about how Wushan Daochang survived and how he became an immortal, so Lin Zhihui chose to stop writing here, if he bet right, the next thing is naturally to expose the truth, clear up grievances, repay kindness with kindness, and revenge with revenge.

Now he can do everything he can, whether he can impress the Wushan Taoist or not, he can resign himself to fate, and he can't make his own decisions at all.

Lin Zhihui got up and moved his limbs that were stiff from sitting for a long time, poured another glass of water and came back, refreshing the page with a little trepidation, and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the message of the Tianhe team leader.

"Good job, I've lived until now, and it's the first time I've seen the face of the coffin of the old road change, and I'll write it well later, and the ghost charm will not run. You owe me a personal favor. ”

In a word, Lin Zhihui's heart fell back into his stomach, and he began to continue coding words with great energy, the plot reversed, after the young man was imprisoned, the originally loving teacher gradually revealed his true face, coercing him step by step to serve his ambitions, and the young man was also in an increasingly dangerous situation, and gradually touched the truth.

In the dark depths of the earth, the wounded young man leaned against the cold stone wall, staring blankly at the projection in front of him, which was a simple oil lamp, the light cyan flame swayed slightly, and a familiar shadow could be faintly seen in it. ”

"'I have done my best for the teacher, unless I can find the Qianrui Youlian, can I keep the last trace of Ling'er's true spirit from dispersing. The old man's brow furrowed slightly, and his tone was heavy, as if he sighed with great regret. There was a long silence. The young man did not respond, until the old man's eyes flashed with a sinister color, and he could barely maintain his performance, that he moved slightly, and his dead eyes flashed with nameless emotion, as if he was talking to himself: 'Is that so, so it is. As he spoke, the young man stood up slowly against the wall and walked towards the depths of darkness, his undulating voice gradually dissipating in the air: "...... As you wish. ’”

The faint cyan flame danced in the palm of his hand, feeling the subtle changes in the breath in his body, and a flash of light flashed in the young man's lifeless eyes. There were ripples in the air around him, the boy's five fingers were slightly together, the flames disappeared in an instant, his eyes hung low, and when the projection illuminated the space, he returned to a state of dazed numbness again. ”

"'Die. The old man had long since lost his glamorous appearance, and the disguised mask of kindness was completely broken, and he roared madly with a hideous face, and his hands were raised high and fell heavily, and a huge black lightsaber slashed down on his head. The young man slowly raised his hand, the black light mist that trapped him dissipated silently, and the cyan flames gushed out, lightly dissolving the fatal blow, and the images of countless unjust ghosts roared around him, like a vengeful demon god returning from the depths of hell, slowly walking towards the old man, calm as the voice of the ancient well, and said lightly: "All grievances are empty. Master, today, let's make a complete conclusion. ’”

......

The plot to be continued was saved to the draft box, Lin Zhihui took a deep breath, and couldn't wait to refresh the comment area, and sure enough, he saw a strange and familiar ID Wushan Yi Laosuo.

However, there are no messages and comments, just a million-dollar reward floating red, coquettishly floating at the top of the page.

"Osan Yi Laosu rewarded "The Rise of the God Emperor" with 1,000,000 coins. ”

......

Somewhere in the heavenly realm.

In the cloud-shrouded pavilion, a young man dressed in a purple robe with two dragon horns on his head sat at the stone table, beside him was an old Taoist in Tsing Yi, his long hair as white as snow was meticulously tied in the crown of his hair, and the neat Taoist robe did not have a trace of wrinkles, and his whole body exuded the aura of being unapproachable, and even his facial features were as cold and hard as rocks.

Lao Dao stood up, his breath fluctuated significantly, and the young man just raised his head, and at that moment, he actually saw a suspicious drop of liquid slipping out of Lao Dao's eyes, and immediately opened his mouth in horror, almost able to swallow a whole Heavenly Pufferfish.

"What do I see?" The young man resisted the urge to rub his eyes, lowered his head before Lao Dao noticed it, looked at the light curtain on the table, and frantically swiped the screen in his heart: "The Nine Heavens are about to collapse, the Shangqing Palace is going to flood, and the bigwigs of the Thirty-Three Heavens are fighting again." I actually saw Osan Lao Dao crying...... When it's over, will I be silenced......"

Lao Dao didn't seem to notice the strangeness of the young man, he stood still for a moment, waved the sleeves of his robe, and disappeared. Leaving only the young man alone, sitting in place and thinking in pieces, like a psychopath in the mortal world.