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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

The four of them attacked around the lion, either close or far away. Like a lantern flower, tumbling into a ball, the big red shrimp suddenly bullied up, a fork stabbed down, the huge head of the golden lion shook, the golden flowers surged, and the sea soul fork of the big red shrimp stabbed the golden flowers.

The sword in Chen Yingning's hand was picked into the lion's mouth again, and at the same time, the altar under the shell appeared above the lion, and the shell was still standing in the center of the altar. The Buddha bead in the lion's hand suddenly shot out and put it on the lion's neck, and in an instant, the lion's head suddenly froze, and the golden flower above its head was pierced by the black sea soul fork of the big red shrimp, and it was forked on the lion's head.

"Porphyry."

The black Sea Soul Fork pierced into the lion's head. The lion's head shattered under the sea soul fork and disappeared under the ring of the beads. When it reappeared, it was a golden lion again, and then a big battle ensued.

The Lion King himself was suppressed by Chen Jing, and the Lion Law Elephant was besieged by the four of them, and after only a while, the attack and defense had already reversed. The Lion King found that he was taking care of one or the other, and it was difficult to parry for a while, all the spells were unexpectedly weak, and even if the spells came out, they were much slower than he imagined.

He was weakened, but the people who were not in his eyes before were greatly strengthened. He didn't expect anything good to go on like this, so his mind moved, and the lion roared, and vaguely, several lion heads were born, and the void in all directions fluctuated in the roar. It was as if the void had been subdued by this lion's roar.

A piece of golden light rose into the sky, and it had disappeared into the distance when the big red shrimp and others were caught off guard.

Calm slowly regained in front of the river temple.

In the underworld of Yama City, Chen Jing and Emperor Na Sun Yao were still fighting, and for a while, they were even up and down.

One of them is the god of the three ranks, the god of rain between heaven and earth, and the other is the king of hell, each with its own extraordinary, and it is difficult to distinguish for a while.

At this moment, the Solar Emperor suddenly forced back the Zarisi Blood Lotus with a punch, and rushed into the darkness and disappeared. Just moments after he vanished, the Ethereal Spirit walked in through the darkness.

As if she hadn't noticed Emperor Sun, she came to Chen Jing's side and said, "The River God is awake, this sleep is sweet." ”

Chen Jing looked at the void spirit, as if he wanted to see through the void spirit, and said, "I almost won't wake up again." But when I woke up, I found that I was in boundless darkness just as if I didn't wake up. ”

"Lord River God, you are a god of true faith, how can you fall into the darkness and not wake up." The void spirit approached, came to the place in front of the desk where Chen Jing was sitting, and said slowly, next to her were still the two mandrills of the big demon and the little demon.

Chen Jing suddenly looked up at the darkness above, and said with a somewhat lonely expression: "Maybe it's no longer me when I wake up." ”

"Lord River God, you have been lost several times, but you have all woken up safely, and your perseverance is rare even in the heavens." The Ethereal Spirit said.

Chen Jing closed his eyes and said, "Yes, then do you know what I'm most afraid of?" ”

"What?" The Ethereal asked.

Chen Jing leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair covered with sword marks, and said slowly: "What I am most afraid of is that I have paid sincerely, but what I get is falsehood. ”

"What you give, you will naturally receive. If nothing is returned, heaven and earth will record all this. If you feel that the records of heaven and earth are unclear, you should also have the magic knife of the order to engrave it. The Ethereal Spirit said.

Chen Jing suddenly opened his eyes and said, "I don't know if there is still the God of Destiny in this heaven and earth, and I don't want to know, but there is one thing I have to figure out. Speaking of this, he leaned forward, stared at the eyes of the void spirit, and said: "Why am I sitting here, if I am not mistaken, this position must be a very special position, and the person who can sit here must have a very special identity, what do you want to do?" If you have any ideas, you can just tell me, whatever you have, you can say it. ”

The void spirit suddenly laughed, laughing like an empty valley Youlan, only to hear her say: "It turns out that Lord River God you are angry about this." ”

"Well, I'll tell you that you're sitting here because someone asked me to do it, and this man has been very kind to me. Now that I have asked you to sit here, this kindness has been repaid, and my fate with her has ended. ”

"Who is it?" Chen Jing asked.

"A man who should have disappeared into this world." The Ethereal Spirit said. The little demon was particularly puzzled, and he didn't understand why Chen Jing and the Void Spirit suddenly spoke in such a tone, in his impression, the words between the two of them were as indifferent as a clear spring, and the relationship was also, but there was an enviable rhyme. Now it's a reproach, faintly full of fierceness and sadness.

"What about you?" Chen Jing asked, the expression on his face has not been rich, no matter what he says, he has a cold face, after looking at it for a long time, it is like a stone sculpture, there is no expression, those who know know that he is the body of a god, and he can't make any expression, but I don't know why, the little demon saw an indescribable emotion emerging from Chen Jing's face hidden in the dark.

She always thought that this river god, Chen Jing, who was already the god of Si Yutian, would not be able to hurt him, his mana and heart were like this sky, and he would still be him if others tossed him, and he didn't care. At this time, he realized that this Chen Jing, who had always been cold, was not as calm and breezy as she imagined.

"Probably, everyone has something soft. Whether he is a god high up in the sky or a demon beast that has just opened his soul in the mud. ”

The big demon roared at Chen Jing with anger, just when Chen Jing asked that sentence.

"Me, do you want to ask me who I used to be or do I ask me now?" The Ethereal asked.

"The past cannot be changed, the future cannot be known, I only ask you about the present." Chen Jing said.

The void spirit was silent, and in the darkness, the two of them sat and stood one by one, and the thickest and heaviest place in the darkness was where Chen Jing sit. There was no sound in the darkness, and the precipitation was overwhelming, and the big demon and the little demon were out of breath, and they had a feeling of suffocation.

"They said that I used to be a witch, and since I was not destroyed, I should return to her seat, but I didn't want to go back, I told them that I am now an ethereal spirit, a lonely soul and a wild ghost between heaven and earth, living in the ancestral hall in front of the river, with only one friend, no enemies, no clansmen, and no mission of revival. But she used to be kind to me, and I couldn't help but repay it. ”

"What about me?" Chen Jing asked.

"You're my only friend in this world." Void Spirit Dao.

"Then why am I sitting here?" Chen Jing asked a little reluctantly.

"She wanted me to put him on for you." The Ethereal Spirit said.

"The golden mask?" Chen Jing asked.

"Hmm." The Ethereal Spirit said.

"What happens when you wear it?" Chen Jing asked.

"It will become the new Emperor River of the Wu Clan." The Ethereal Spirit said.

"Then why don't you do it." Chen Jing asked.

"Although she is very kind to me, you are also my friend." The Ethereal Spirit said.

"So, you put that mask in front of me." Chen Jing said.

"Yes, that's the only way I can think of, and that's what she finally agreed." The ethereal spirit said: "I just said that if I have the opportunity, I will bring you to this seat, and she agreed, I thought there was no such possibility, how did I know that you actually came, and you came in these last few days." ”

"It's a pity that I caught up." Chen Jing said: "What do you mean by the last few days? ”

"Because tomorrow is the day when Heavenly Court will come to earth again." The Ethereal said, "She wants me to give you a chance to put on a mask before this. ”

Chen Jing hurriedly asked, "How did you know that Heavenly Court will come to the world tomorrow?" ”

"That's what she said." The Ethereal Spirit said.

"What day is tomorrow?" Chen Jing asked.

"July 11." The Ethereal Spirit said.

"Who the hell is she?" Chen Jing asked.

"I promised her that she would never be able to say her name until July 11, whether it was written or spoken, she would know." The Ethereal Spirit said.

Chen Jing was silent for a while, sighed, and said: "You may not know, I once came to this place in a half-dream, half-awake, but at that time I was not sitting here, but was pressed underneath, and here sat a man wearing a golden mask, who said that I had a heavy sin, and I should be put into reincarnation for thousands of years." ”

The Ethereal Spirit was silent for a moment, and then said, "Are you sure you're the one you're being interrogated, are you sure you're not the one sitting there?" ”

Chen Jing was shocked in his heart, and when he thought about it again, he only felt hazy, and he really didn't know whether he was the one who was tried or the one who tried someone else.

130: Fly, my friend

130: Fly, my friend.

In this instant, Chen Jing's thoughts flew into the endless past and the inexact dream. He began to hallucinate again, and when he first got the position of the river god, he was almost hallucinated by the Misty Butterfly Cup, and the feeling of not knowing whether he was a butterfly or a human appeared again.

He saw the world of flowers, and he felt like a butterfly, flying in the sea of flowers.

He saw a small wooden house, and he found himself sitting on a wooden bed, and saw a girl named Yu Yu sitting by the door playing the jade flute.

He felt like he was divided into dozens of people, standing among temples of various sizes, staring motionlessly at the square spot in the temple. Or possessed on various spiritual tablets, or on doors, or some small statues of gods worn by children.

He saw a child walking around with the old swordsman, and when he came to Baling City, one Chen Jing stayed behind, and the other Chen Jing continued to follow.

These feelings made him unreal, and he didn't know which world was true and which was false, and he didn't know which world he was living in.

"I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream, or if I'm still in a dream at this time." Chen Jing thought to himself.

"Who used to sit on this chair?" Chen Jing closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair and asked.

The void spirit stood in the darkness and said, "This is where the ancestor Wu Emperor Jiang sat back then. ”

"Oh, that's what he sat on. I don't know what he used to sit here and do? Chen Jing asked unconsciously.

"He used to sit here and write the lives and deaths of those at the top of heaven and earth." The Ethereal Spirit said.