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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

In the Baling realm, there are not a few gods left, the last time the person who called himself the White Tiger Star Monarch came to kill many small gods who occupied various places, and then Chen Jing's name spread rapidly in the Baling City realm, all kinds of legends about him spread vividly in the Baling realm, and even someone made up a "River God Biography" to record Chen Jing's life deeds, although there are many unclear and wrong words, but Chen Jing has done everything in the world has been recorded, just those are enough to make people who have lost the protection of the gods believe in him.

Even Jingcheng, Jiangdong City, and Xixiang City in the lower reaches of the Jing River, where other gods are not allowed to set up temples, are slowly worshipping Chen Jing, the river god who is already the god of Si Yutian, and there is a tendency to spread around the city.

The big red shrimp in the Nantian River likes others to call him the god of the gods, and he doesn't like others to call him the god of the Nantian River, but the demons close to him call him the shrimp master. One of his favorite things to do was to talk about what he and the god of rain had been through in the middle of the stormy night.

"Master Shrimp, can you tell us about the other six gods in Kunlun Mountain that day?" There was a demon spirit who was in a good mood when he saw the big red shrimp, because today was another storm, lightning and thunder.

"Of course......" The big red shrimp voice was very long, but the last three words said: "No." ”

A few days ago, a guy from the West Sea asked me if I knew who the seven gods under the seat of Si Yutian God were, and the little one didn't answer at the time, and the guy actually mocked the shrimp master in the Nantian River is full of ignorant people, at that time, the little one wanted to let this guy know why the river water of the Nantian River is so turbulent, and then the little one thought about it, we Nantianhe can't bully outsiders like this, and we can't ruin the reputation of the shrimp master."

"It doesn't matter if the reputation of the master is bad, you can go and let him know why the river of Nantian River is so turbulent." Big Red Shrimp sneered.

The demon spirit who had said such a long sentence immediately shrank down, did not dare to say anything more, and stepped aside. The big red shrimp looked around, and after receiving countless awe-inspiring glances, he said slowly: "It's not an unsightly thing for the river god Kunlun to seal the gods, but I want to talk about this myself." ”

He used to call himself the self-proclaimed shrimp of my old shrimp, and now he has called himself the shrimp master in front of these demon spirits.

The waves were discharged, and suddenly an enlightened white swordfish flew over, spitting out human words, and said: "Report to the shrimp master, the ancestor of the dry bone cave invited the shrimp master to go to the banquet in seven days." ”

After hearing this, the big red shrimp secretly thought to himself: "This ancestor of the dry bone cave has never had anything to do with me, why did he suddenly invite me to the banquet." Well, it's better to invite the monkey to go with you, and multiple people can take care of it. ”

Thinking of this, he spit out a breath of demonic qi, and the demonic qi turned into a talisman and disappeared without a trace in a flash. This is a kind of rune transmission that he will pass on after he becomes a god general, and it can be transmitted to eight people, including Chen Jing.

Lan Qingya took the carriage that came out of the palace and entered the palace all the way, and when the road encountered some obstacles, she only stopped slightly and started again, and no one checked the carriage.

The little carriage entered the palace as if it had been devoured by a giant beast.

Lan Qingya didn't see her mother, nor did she see the queen, she only saw a man with **** eyes all over his body, he was the owner of Jun'an City and the emperor Zhao of Zhongyuan Kingdom.

Lan Qingya didn't know a lot about King Zhao's living habits, and that was when King Lanling occasionally sighed. There are good and bad ones, and among them, the mystery of women is the most lamented by King Lanling in recent years.

Lan Qing Aya hurriedly paid homage, and King Zhao seemed to involuntarily step forward to help Lan Qing Aya, but Lan Qing Aya took a step back and avoided King Zhao's hand.

"Haha, King Lanling is really a blessing, but the widow envies him." King Zhao was not angry, and said with a smile, quite like an elder.

Lan Qingya replied: "How can my father be compared with the king, the king is the king, and the father is the minister." ”

"Haha, so well-behaved, much better than those widowed children." King Zhao said.

Lan Qingya said that she was not comparable to the princes and princesses, although she was the daughter of King Lanling, it was the first time she saw King Zhao, and she only felt an indescribable awkwardness, as if King Zhao was trying to hide something. After a few more words, she offered to see the queen and her mother, who had summoned her, but King Zhao said that they had gone to the stargazing platform and would not be able to return for a while.

This stargazing platform was proposed to be built by the Heavenly Emperor of the Temple of Prayer, saying that he could know the national fortune of the Zhongyuan Kingdom by observing the changes of the stars in the Zhou Dynasty.

After Lan Qingya said that she wanted to see the queen and her mother, King Zhao's face was obviously much worse, and he left without saying a few words.

Only then did she notice that the hall was empty. None of the maids who originally served the queen were seen, "Did they all go to the stargazing platform with the queen?" Lan Qingya thought suspiciously.

The sun in the sky was sliding towards the west, and it was dusk when she came to the temple gate, only to find that it was already guarded by guards, and she was not allowed to go out. She didn't care, she just thought that there were strict rules in the palace.

She looked at the sky, it was dusk, and she couldn't help but think of the god who walked the world, and her heart calmed down again, and secretly thought that she must sacrifice to him after she returned, so that he could shine in the world as soon as possible.

In her mind, she was more inclined to think that he was a suffering deity, and now she was in dire need of human sacrifice.

"I'll probably be his first sacrificer." Lan Qingya thought happily that it was a very happy thing for her to be able to offer sacrifices to a god.

The sky soon darkened, and the guards outside had changed a group of people, and there were still no maids in the hall, but there were maids bringing food from outside. Lan Qing Aya asked them where the maids here had gone, but they just bowed their heads and didn't answer at all, and the eyes that occasionally touched Lan Qing Aya actually had a special emotion, like a frightened bird, and seemed to have a sense of sympathy and sadness.

She suddenly had a bad premonition.

She slept in the room, and for some reason suddenly seemed to smell blood. It was difficult to sleep for a while, and uneasiness surged up inexplicably in her heart, and this sense of foreboding seemed to have melted into the night and was coming towards her.

She got up and went to the door of the main hall, where the queen lived, and there was no one in it. She came to the door, where the samurai were still guarded, their blades still glittering in the night.

Suddenly, she noticed a dark shadow approaching quickly, and several guards in front of the hall also spotted him, but instead of shouting, one person greeted him, and the others stood still. Under the faint starlight, Lan Qingya could see what they were gesturing with, and pointed to the palace again. She was secretly shocked in her heart: "Do they want to do something wrong?" Coupled with the previous uneasiness, she felt frightened in an instant, and when she looked at the dark palace again, this feeling was even heavier.

After a while, they walked together as if they had agreed upon. Lan Qingya hurriedly retreated and hid in the dark behind the door, originally there would be lights in the hall at night, but now there is none.

In the dark, the person entered the main hall, and directly touched the inner hall, Lan Qing Aya panicked, she secretly shrank by the wall, walked along the root of the wall, and hid in a corner. She didn't dare to shout, there were guards here, and if she shouted, she was afraid that something would really happen, she couldn't imagine it.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a low voice in the darkness: "Miss, we have no malice, don't be afraid, I'm here to take you out of the palace." ”

Lan Qingya didn't make a sound, didn't move, and held her breath.

In the darkness, the guard shouted a few more words, and then suddenly said, "Miss, the queen and your mother are dead, so you should leave this palace with me." ”

Lan Qing Aya was startled in her heart, bumped into a shelf next to her, and made a sound, and the two warriors in the dark immediately discovered her, and they came over and said, "Miss, we really have no malicious intentions, I am here to take you out of the palace, and after we change shifts, we will never be able to get out again." ”

Lan Qingya's heart was in turmoil here, all these phenomena were wrong, she couldn't help but follow his words, but said in her mouth: "You are talking nonsense, how is it possible, how can it be ......." ”

"Miss, look at this hall, this is where the queen and her mother live, how can it be so deserted, and the people who served the queen and mother before are dead. You'd better hurry up and leave with me, you'll be in danger after dawn. ”

Lan Qing Aya was in a mess, someone grabbed his hand in the darkness and went outside, but Lan Qing Aya struggled away, ran to the bedroom and took the painting before coming out and then following them out of the palace.

Several guards at the door did not stop them, and one of them said, "Brother Zhou, I hope we can have a chance to meet again." ”

That big brother Zhou hugged them one by one, and then suddenly knocked them out one by one, and sighed: "I hope you can survive, my husband Zhou is sorry for you." A person next to him said: "Brother Zhou, you are kind to us, your business is also our business, even if we die, we are willing." ”

Lan Qingya thought that if they let them go, they would definitely be killed, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed of the idea that they were going to do something wrong, and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you save me." ”

Zhou Fufu said angrily: "Ten years ago, when the prince took us to quell the chaos, he bandaged my wounds with his own hands, how could I see that you had an accident and didn't save it." ”

After that, he led Lan Qingya to the outside, lightly in the dark, and turned around, Lan Qingya didn't know the way at all. But there were no guards along the way, and it was obvious that if it weren't for Zhou Funu's meticulous arrangement.

Just when Lan Qingya was worried all the way, and thought that she could really get out of the palace, the lights suddenly turned on in front of her, and a team of people stopped them, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded them again.

The Sen Sen Blade trapped them, and the cold murderous aura pressed them.

Zhou Fu's face changed drastically, and he pointed at one of the sergeants opposite and said angrily: "Xiaotian, you betrayed me. ”

One of the guards in the row of oncoming people said: "Zhou Funu, although you and I are fellow villagers, it is absolutely impossible for me to do anything disloyal." ”

The guard next to Zhou Funu scolded angrily: "Villain, if it weren't for Brother Zhou, you don't know how many times you would have died." ”

That Xiaotian also said angrily: "You take people out of the palace without permission, although it is a small righteousness, but it is a big disloyalty, and the disloyalty to the king is the injustice of the Zhongyuan Kingdom. ”

Zhou Fu was angry when he saw that he couldn't do anything, and he didn't argue with him anymore, turned his head to look at Lan Qingya, and said with a miserable smile: "I hurt Miss, I hurt everyone." After that, he pulled out the sword on his waist and inserted it into his heart, and knelt down in front of Lan Qing Aya with a plop, and Lan Qing Aya buzzed in her head. Looking at her stunned, her thoughts froze suddenly, but before she could come back to her senses, she heard it in her ears again: "Brother Zhou, wait for me." ”

The guard next to Zhou Funu also pulled out his long sword, stabbed it into his heart, and fell to Zhou Funu's side.

The pungent smell of blood permeated the void, and the blood flowed on the ground, flowing to Lan Qingya's feet, staining her shoes red.

She was in a trance, dragged away by two soldiers with two arms between them, and the body of Zhou Fu kneeling on the ground in anger and another guard whose name she didn't even know gradually faded away in her eyes.

She was put back to the dark hall again, but the guards in front of the door who had been knocked out by Zhou Fufu were gone, only a pool of blood, which could not be seen in the dark, but she could smell the smell of blood.

"Bang." The door was shut, and she vaguely heard, "I can't let go of anyone who participated tonight." ”

Lan Qing Aya fell to the cold ground, and saw her face clearly in the darkness, only to hear a low cry echoing in the darkness. Slowly it became weak and inaudible, and the silence returned to the darkness, a deathly silence.

The seemingly endless darkness finally faded, and light appeared in the hall.

Lan Qing Aya staggered to her feet, found a pointed lamp base and looked in the direction of the east, unfolded the scroll that she had tightly grasped in her hand even when she was in the most trance, and spread it on the ground. Then he closed his eyes, and after a while, he pierced his heart with the sharp point on the lampholder.

Blood splattered on the portrait, and she was heard to say in a trembling voice, "If you are a god of living practice, please hear my prayers." I pray that the righteous will have wealth with them when they are born, and they will be reincarnated when they die. If you are the god of reincarnation in suffering, please listen to my prayers with your undying divine heart, and I pray that the righteous will have wealth with them in life and reincarnation in death. ”

Blood flowed down her kneeling legs to the ground, staining Chen Jing's feet and clothes red on the portrait, like the blood stains stained by the murder she had just killed in a fit of rage.

There are many kinds of sacrifices, some are sacrificed to animals that have not been enlightened, some are sacrificed to incense and wishes, and some are sacrificed to life. Lan Qingya is a sacrifice of life and wishes.

It's already dark, and it's a good day.

It's just that this beautiful sky is full of dark clouds in the blink of an eye, and the rain is pouring down, as if it is back to the dark night.

"Boom... Syllable... Rumble...... Boom boom... Smack..."

Blinding lightning fell from the dark clouds, as if to split the requiem of Jun An in half.

The streets of Jun'an City, where there were already pedestrians, were empty in a blink of an eye, and dark clouds obscured the light in the sky, so people had to light oil lamps indoors. On the street, however, you can only see the light on the very low floor on the ground, and in the dim light, there is a pair of feet walking slowly on the surging current, and the direction is the royal palace in Jun'an City.

And when the rain fell, the Baiyun Temple, Jumang Temple, Qitian Temple, and Fahua Temple in Jun'an City were all hazy with a layer of light of different colors, and the rain could not fall on their tiles at all.