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Lin Shouxi looked northeast.

In the direction of the Holy Soil Temple, the sky seemed to be polished, white and shining, and in the white light of the sea, a column-shaped black light could be faintly seen rising to the sky.

Although they were far away, Lin Shouxi could still feel the evil aura that permeated the black light. It seems that something is about to be born in the Holy Temple.

Lin Shouxi didn't have time to identify it carefully, and the tide-like dark clouds were about to roll over. The rain is heavier.

In the downpour, thunder swept repeatedly in the thick clouds, and in the intermingling of light and darkness, the town under the Patriarch Mountain was like a ghost in Hesse.

Lin Shouxi and Bai Zhu stood under the corridor, and a waterfall was hung outside the corridor along the roof tiles in the rainstorm. "What's going on? Is there another great calamity?"

Although Bai Zhu didn't see as clearly as Lin Shouxi, she also noticed the vision on the side of the Holy Soil Temple.

Speaking of which, Bai Zhu hadn't seen this kind of vision of an impending catastrophe for a hundred years, and he still remembered the last time he met, or ..... Wait, why did something happen to the mountain as soon as Master came to the mountain?

"When did this rain start?" Lin Shouxi's question interrupted Bai Zhu's thinking.

"It's just now, it suddenly fell, there was no sign at all, I heard that the people on the road were rumoring, saying that the black dragon had come back to take revenge, and wanted to destroy the Holy Soil Temple and flood the Patriarch Mountain." Bai Zhu replied.

"Black Dragon."

Lin Shouxi recalled the scene he had seen in the Patriarch Mountain before, and immediately took up the painted mask painted with peach wood, wrapped himself in a black robe and broke out of the rain, he opened his golden pupils and looked at the sky above the Patriarch Mountain.

The golden pupils were like arrows piercing through the storm, piercing into the thick rolling dark clouds. There was nothing above the clouds.

The shadow of the evil god that I just saw really seemed to be just a vision caused by dark clouds. "Which fairy is taking a peek?" Mu Shijing's voice sounded behind him.

Mu Shijing held an umbrella, ate ice powder with a small spoon in the rain, and complained: "This rain is real, I finally went out shopping with Bai Zhu, so I lost my interest, hey, are you not listening to me, why are you in a daze?"

Lin Shouxi directly told Mu Shijing what he had seen and heard.

"Patriarch Mountain was a holy place for cultivation the year before last, how could it be parasitized by evil spirits?" Mu Shijing was also shocked, and while he was shocked, his tone softened: "Although teaching Bai Zhu is quite important, you also have to take care of your body, don't get tired."

"Do you think I'm wrong?" Lin Shouxi sighed. Mu Shijing did not dare to draw conclusions.

There is still the King of the Gray Tomb entrenched on the pale tomb, who dares to say that there will be no evil things watching on the Patriarch Mountain?

But if what Lin Shouxi said was true, wouldn't the entire sacred mountain become a lair of evil gods, and how could there be a place to stay?

"If you're not mistaken, what then? Do you want to kill all the way up the Patriarch Mountain and find out?" Mu Shijing asked.

Such an approach is obviously unwise, even if Lin Shouxi has reached the level of human god, how can he fight against an entire sacred mountain?

What's more, the bigger problem now is obviously the Holy Soil Temple. "Continue the alchemy."

Lin Shouxi shook his head and said, "Only by making the Divine Pill a great success can we live in peace and save more people. Before, I didn't understand why the appointment between Tong Luan and Bai Zhu was set for three months later, but now that I think about it, maybe it has something to do with it...... We may have less than three months left."

Mu Shijing was about to nod. Suddenly.

The roof tiles shook violently under their feet.

Another round of ground movement interrupted their conversation.

The two of them looked in the northeast direction together, and both felt a strong sense of unease. The ground movement continues.

Some of the poorly constructed houses had begun to collapse in the torrential rain, and in the massive collapse, the crowd scattered and fled, and the screams rose and fell in thunder and lightning.

These clouds came from the direction of the Holy Soil Temple, and they were also polluted, and the rain that fell from them carried evil energy, and if you were immersed in such rain for a long time, even if you were not crushed by the house, you would go crazy.

In the original plan, Lin Shouxi was going to go to the saint after traveling all over the three mountains

Soil Temple. Nowadays, the plan has to be brought forward.

Torrential rain rushes.

An hour later, Lin Shouxi left the territory of the Patriarch Mountain and arrived at the wasteland where the Holy Soil Temple was located. The wasteland is flat, and dead weeds linger, and the weeds float on them with a white mist as vast as the sea.

Because of absorbing a large number of rain clouds over the town, the cloud snail finally couldn't support it when it arrived in the wasteland, and fell to the ground, spitting a large amount of cloud foam, and convulsed.

The unicorn pushes the conch with its little paws, worried about its safety. The wind was strong and the rain was pouring down.

Bai Zhu felt more and more uncomfortable—she was the embodiment of Xianluo, and she was particularly sensitive to bad water and soil.

"It's so strong." Mu Shijing also said. Lin Shouxi's expression became even more solemn.

Not only did he feel the sinister breath, but he also heard the sound of ghosts screaming in the wind.

The shrill voice hid a thick hatred, like the stench of a zombie that had been pressed under the coffin board for thousands of years. "Something escaped." Lin Shouxi said firmly, "Something has escaped from the Holy Soil Temple!" Soon, his words were fulfilled.

In the white mist, they were attacked.

The initiator of the attack was a gray pentagram with protruding frog eyes, and its chain-wrapped body was covered with dense mushrooms, and on closer inspection, it was actually a number of wriggling tongues, which emerged from the white mist, looking down on them condescendingly, and the wriggling tongue was singing.

The moment they looked at each other, Mu Shijing only felt that his head had been hammered, and he felt that his soul was out of the sheath. "Is that you?" Lin Shouxi was stunned.

"You even know the evil gods?" Bai Zhu was also surprised: "Master is really a good match." "I've seen it, in the Evil Springs prison."

This pentagram was a clear eyebrow among the monsters in the Evil Springs Dungeon, so Lin Shouxi was deeply impressed by it.

It seems that the evil fountain has been destroyed, and the evil spirits inside have poured out of their nests, escaping in all directions on the wasteland of the Mapingchuan River, rushing to the abode of all beings.

If the Evil Spring Prison is destroyed, then wouldn't the current Holy Earth Temple be flooded by evil spirits? What happened to the temple priestess left by the emperor? Are they still alive, or have they been reduced to food for the gods?

Lin Shouxi didn't know about the situation in the Holy Soil Temple, but he knew that once these monsters were allowed to escape to the Sacred Mountain, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The Holy Soil Temple has been silent for a hundred years without an accident, why is it today? Could this be related to the evil eye of Patriarch Mountain?

Lin Shouxi directly sacrificed the Golden Flame of the Nine Ming Holy King, and the golden flame formed a whirlpool in his palm, which was shot out by him like a thunderbolt in his palm, and the body of this evil god was instantly enveloped, and in a crackling explosion, the evil god staggered out, and was already covered in charcoal, and was cut in half by Lin Shouxi's sword, and fell to the ground unable to move.

This was just the beginning, the fog was thick, the screams of the evil gods were getting denser, these grotesque and twisted beings ran through the fog, they had been imprisoned and tortured for thousands of years in the darkness of the iron prison, and now they could finally vent their hatred and revenge.

Equally.

There are more and more cultivators who noticed the abnormality and rushed here.

They were either from the three sacred mountains, or from the folk sects, or from the royal family, but they were in a hurry, and before they arrived in the wasteland, many of the young monks were swept up and torn to pieces by the tentacles that protruded out of the white mist.

On the way to the Holy Soil Temple, Lin Shouxi and Bai Zhu rescued many cultivators.

The cultivators all admired Bai Zhu, and recognized this peerless fairy at a glance, and while they were grateful to Dade, they did not forget to remind her to beware of the demon she had subdued.

Bai Zhu agreed, but his heart was very stable, and he felt that Lin Shouxi would definitely not try anything against her.

"It's too dangerous here, and if you go any deeper, you'll lose your life, so go back quickly, tell the master of the situation, and ask them to send a magician to form a formation at the edge of the wasteland, and the rest of the people will be on standby with swords, don't act rashly." Bai Zhu rescued another pair of young disciples under the belly of a three-legged Ding demon.

The disciples couldn't say anything frightened, so they just nodded blindly.

"Why aren't you leaving? I'm so scared that my legs are weak and I can't walk?" Bai Zhuqing asked coldly. "Didn't we tell the teacher..."

The rescued disciples knelt down one after another and said incoherently, "Disciple to meet the master."

Bai Zhu was stunned in place, thinking that they had been polluted by the evil god and had broken their brains, but after a while, he remembered something, and asked in surprise, "Are you Chumen disciples?"

The disciples took out Truman's disciple card and presented it to Bai Zhu.

Bai Zhu took it, put it in his palm and looked at it, only to realize that he hadn't been back to Chumen for a long time, and these generations of newly recruited disciples had never seen it, and he was very faced.

These disciples came to Shenshou Mountain to study, and they were very close to the wasteland, so they came even faster than Yunluo.

Bai Zhu's heart softened, and he said softly, "Okay, when this matter is over, I will return to the sect to preside over the overall situation." The disciples were deeply moved.

"We do have something to tell Master." "What?"

"When we came before, we also met other cultivators, among them there was also a fairy in white clothes, we almost thought it was Master Zhizhi, but now she has gone deeper into the fog, and her life and death are uncertain......

"Okay, the teacher knows, this trip to the Holy Land Temple, the teacher will try his best to save all the people who can be saved."

After they retreated, Mu Shijing spoke, "I don't even recognize my own disciples, but Fairy Baizhu is sloppy."

"I can't blame it."

Bai Zhu quibbled: "It's because their swordsmanship is so poor that Bai Zhu didn't recognize it, this must be Mr. Substitute's problem."

"Who's substitute teaching?" "Twin Sisi."

Lin Shouxi felt that this name was very familiar.

Without thinking much about it, the dense fog in front of him began to surge, releasing a sound like a flock of birds flapping their wings, and the black-pressed tentacles mixed with slime shot out of the dense fog, piercing towards Lin Shouxi and the others.

The fight begins again.

Between the golden flames, although countless evil gods died tragically under the light, the monsters were scattered in the vast wasteland, and they could not be killed at all.

Severed limbs churn and wriggle in the soil, countless eyeballs converge into torrents in the ravines, in the midst of the torrential rain, one after another strange dances have begun, the pink and bloated Buddhas drag the broken iron chains and slowly squirm, reciting obscure Buddhist scriptures, their fat bodies, still hanging human clothes and stumps.

In comparison, Lin Shouxi, who wore a painted mask, was more like a real demon, and everywhere he passed, wailing all over the wilderness, the evil gods either avoided it, or showed their magical powers to fight against him.

In the blood and killing, Lin Shouxi suddenly stagnated.

In the churning fog, a snow-white shadow thunderbolt struck his pupils. Distance.

A snowskirt fairy is being besieged by the evil god, besieging her is a group of pink meat Buddhas, the snowskirt fairy avoids left and right, and the means are exhausted, but it is difficult to hide the decline, as if she is about to be swallowed by this meat mountain at any time.

Bai Zhu also noticed over there.

"Little Senior Sister?!" Bai Zhu was shocked.

With her beautiful back, cold temperament, and fluttering skirt, who is not her little sister Chu Yingchan? However, didn't Senior Sister go to the real country? When did you come back?

When thousands of thoughts collided, beside Bai Zhu, Lin Shouxi had already rushed forward.

Although he has stepped into the realm of human gods, it is still not an ordinary realm of human gods, but in the face of such a number of evils, it will still not be easy, but he is not afraid at all, the Daomen swordsmanship is like mercury pouring on the ground, and wherever he passes, the dignified and chanting of the Buddha is full of holes, and the wailing is shocking.

The fairy in the snow skirt didn't understand what was happening, she only saw the golden flames overflow overhead, and then, the pink flesh Buddhas that surrounded her exploded one after another.

In a blink of an eye.

Lin Shouxi had come to her side, and jumped into the air with her, dodging the angry counterattack of the meat Buddhas, and came to a safe place.

"Little Senior Sister!" "Chu Chu?"

Bai Zhu and Mu Shijing spoke at the same time, and greeted the back of the snow skirt together.

Lin Shouxi took off the painted peach wood mask, pinned it to his waist, and saluted respectfully to the fairy: "The son-in-law has seen his mother-in-law."

"Chu Miao Niangniang? How are you..... Aren't you in retreat? When did you get out of the country?"

Mu Shijing saw that it was Chu Miao, and was quite surprised, she

I haven't seen this queen for a hundred years, and I feel very cordial when we meet at this moment.

Chu Miao is still a fairy with a beautiful face, her face has not changed, but in those clear pupils, there is a dazed and sorrowful feeling that she never had in the past, and she is far less chic than when the Imperial Sword Cloud Sky Mountain Xingshi asked for guilt.

Bai Zhu tugged at Mu Shijing's sleeve.

Mu Shijing noticed that today, Chu Miao was not only wearing a pure white dress, but also a white cloth belt tied in front of her forehead, and a snow-like scarf belt fell down her black hair, lining her temperament lonely, and there was a small pale yellow flower pinned to her arms like clouds and snow.

The florets were devastated by the wind and rain, and were already in tatters, leaving only a few pale yellow petals stuck to the tiny stems. This is mourning clothes.

Obviously, if it weren't for the sudden catastrophe in the Holy Soil Temple, this Queen of Chu would still attend the funeral. As for whose funeral it was, you can get a glimpse of it from the melancholy eyes of Fairy Chu Miao. "Mother-in-law, mourn." Lin Shouxi sighed.

When the Wu family was in the Wu family, Xiao He's father was killed by her aunt, and in the immortal country, Xiao Yu's father died after teaching, and now, the last father-in-law also died before he was killed.

"He was fundamentally injured when he was young, and he fell into an incurable disease, and it is a blessing to live to this day, and there is no need to grieve."

Chu Miao pursed her lips, and after seeing them, a bright color finally resurfaced in her empty eyes.

Lin Shouxi concisely said what happened in Zhenguo, Chu Miaoyu nodded lightly, breathed a sigh of relief, and said gently:

"I heard earlier that there was a demon rising near Patriarch Mountain, so that Bai Zhu was subdued, I was still curious for a while, but I didn't expect it to be you.... It's okay if you're okay, I've been worried about you all these years, thinking that after breaking into the realm of human gods, I will go to the real country and wait with Yingchan, who .....knows."

Chu Miao's head shook lightly, her eyebrows locked slightly, she smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued: "After all, there is a limit to human talent, I was considered a genius in the circle of my peers when I was a child, but compared to the real top genius, it is too inferior.....

It's better to spend more time with your best friends and family.

Chu Miao looked at the broken petals on the placket and smiled sadly. "It's okay, Bai Zhu hasn't broken the realm." Bai Zhu comforted.

But where can this comfort Chu Miao, after Chu Miao listened, she just said, "When Xiaobai Zhu is chased and killed by Yingchan in the future, don't come to me to intercede."

Bai Zhu was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak. Chu Miao looked at Mu Shijing.

"Hello Queen." Mu Shijing was a little nervous.

Chu Miao looked at Mu Shijing for a while, but frowned, "Yuan Chi? No, it's not..... Well, Miss Mu's realm is really unpredictable."

Every acquaintance was asked about the realm, Mu Shijing was very distressed, thinking that after this time, he must find an auspicious day for the zodiac, and quickly break the realm, so as not to be ridiculed again.

"It's okay, your son-in-law is good." Mu Shijing pushed Lin Shouxi out.

Chu Miao looked at the young man in white clothes, smiled faintly, and said, "In the past, although Wei'er matched you and Chan'er by mistake, but after you were really together, I looked at Chan'er's ghostly appearance, and I still had a lot of complaints about you, and now it seems that Chan'er has indeed found a good son-in-law for her mother."

"Mother-in-law is wrong." Lin Shouxi was sincerely afraid, "It is a dereliction of duty for a son-in-law to make Chu Chu wait for a hundred years."

"It's good to be alive."

Chu Miao said softly, "I can't see Chan'er's sad appearance." Lin Shouxi felt a thorn in his heart, and he felt even more bitter.

The fog stirred again.

Another evil god smelled the scent of man and rushed towards it. "I'll escort my mother-in-law away." Lin Shouxi said.

"Why rush me away? Am I so useless that I can't help?" Chu Miao asked. "That's not what I meant." Lin Shouxi was anxious to explain.

"Okay, I know." Chu Miao said softly: "When the Demon Demon Tower was back then, I never left, and now the rebellion in the Holy Soil Hall has spread more widely, of course, we can't leave in a fight, those of us who are seniors are not afraid of death, but only afraid of the sinking and degeneration of the Dao Heart."

Although Chu Miao has never been able to enter the realm of human gods, he is no better than Bai Zhuhe

Mu Shijing is amazing, listening to what his mother-in-law said, Lin Shouxi has no reason to refuse.

The four of them hit the road again and slaughtered towards the Holy Soil Temple.

Along the way, they will kill and gore, but when they stop to rest, they will also reminisce after a long absence.

"Isn't Miss Mu pregnant yet?" Chu Miao glanced at Mu Shijing's flat lower abdomen and couldn't help asking.

Mu Shijing was asked about this for the first time, and he was embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "How can it be so fast... Moreover, and we also do not often .... Well...... Sister Chu hasn't yet, how dare the concubine take the lead?"

In front of Chu Miao, Mu Shijing pretended to be a well-behaved bird. "You respect your sister Chu so much?" Chu Miao asked.

"Of course, our Daomen is respectful and inferior, and Shi Jing has respected Sister Chu since she was a child." Mu Shijing said without changing his face: "In the past, when Senior Sister Chu bullied me, Shi Jing always couldn't fight back and scolded me back."

"Actually, I can't beat it...," Bai Zhu interjected softly. Mu Shijing twisted Bai Zhu's arm.

"It doesn't have to be this way." Chu Miaorou smiled softly and said, "Yingchan, this girl, sometimes has a bad temperament, I can't control her as a mother, you can't get used to her."

"The queen really understands the righteousness." When Mu Shijing heard this, he admired it even more.

When she met them, Chu Miao finally stopped being so depressed, her eyes that had been depressed for several days finally became a little brighter, and there was a faint and soft smile on her face.

Lin Shouxi looked at Chu Miao's side face, and couldn't help but think that after defeating the Golden Buddha back then, several people drank and talked happily in the Snow Pavilion of Yunkong Mountain, but they didn't know how sad they were, they got together again, but they didn't know if they were old.

The fog is getting thicker. Half an hour later. No one spoke anymore.

Everyone was looking ahead with all their eyes intended.

The black image of the evil god is a flame dancing in the white mist, and the black flame forms a huge ring, and under the ring is the black abyss, which is the location of the Holy Soil Temple, this sanctuary that was once admired by the world, has now been reduced to an eerie demon cave.

Beyond the abyss, six swords of the Ring of Sin hung high, they swelled in the darkness, surrounded by ancient inscriptions, not like swords, but more like six pillars supporting the firmament.

But obviously, these six divine pillars could no longer withstand the backlash of karma, they buzzed and trembled in the darkness, and the words entwined like silk threads also became mixed and chaotic, and when they were carefully recognized, they couldn't hear a single word, just like a group of cicadas clamoring in the air.

Because of the lack of the Admiration Divine Sword, huge cracks also appeared in the enchantment of the Holy Soil Temple, and these evil gods were squeezed out of the cracks.

Outside was already a crowd of demons dancing, what a terrifying scene should be inside the Holy Soil Temple? "Follow me, don't wander."

When Lin Shouxi was silent, the realm of the Flame of the Nine Ming Saint King opened up again, enveloping everyone in it, the golden flame was the supreme sun, and the darkness that hit him dissipated.

The moving barrier was like a boat of light, piercing the darkness and directly going against the tide of the evil god, squeezing into the gap in the Excalibur seal.

The golden mangs collided fiercely with the darkness.

In an instant, Lin Shouxi felt that his chest was deflated, his body was arched, he gasped for a while, endured the severe pain, and took a step forward.

Boom - the darkness is broken.

After a hundred years, the appearance of the Holy Soil Temple appeared in front of them again.

Mu Shijing still remembers the first and only time she came to the Holy Land Temple, and was shocked by the beautiful or majestic palaces, but now, what was in front of her was clearly a hell on earth.

All the Qionglou Yuyu was submerged in darkness, and even the emperor's statue was full of cracks.

Many high-rise buildings have directly become the lair of evil gods, where dense evil species gather and entangle, like black vines crawling all over the walls.

All the maids and guards had been killed, and their bodies hung upside down from the eaves and the corners of the temple, fluttering in the cold wind.

"There..... It's moving." Bai Zhu exclaimed. She was looking in the direction of the Evil Springs Prison. The Evil Springs prison has been flooded with all sorts of evil gods.

The evil god is facing downward

The earth is like a soft belly, constantly undulating, as if there is a mischievous fetus hidden inside, it is kicking the mother's body, biting the umbilical cord and burrowing out of the earth.

Lin Shouxi knew that something was coming out.

At the bottom of the Evil Spring Prison, there is an extrastellar demon sealed by the Yellow King, although it has been killed once, and the emperor has continuously drawn its strength, it has long been a withered body, but even if it is a withered body, it still has a shocking power, it is not completely dead, on the contrary, after the emperor died, it woke up from death, in a vain attempt to break through the heavy seal of the Evil Spring Prison and rule the world again.

When Chu Miao rushed to the wasteland again, although she already had the will to die, when she saw the constantly arching ground, she still had an inexplicable disgust. It is an aversion that goes beyond death itself.

"Can you handle it?" Mu Shijing asked. "I'm not sure." Lin Shouxi shook his head.

Lin Shouxi had already prepared to face this thing, but in his original plan, he would gather the treasures of the three mountains in one, refine the prototype of the holy king's golden body, and fight this thing to the death.

Change always comes before plan.

"I'll go over and take a look, you wait for me here, don't leave this Golden Flame Realm." Lin Shouxi instructed and swept down in the air.

As he flew toward the Evil Springs prison, a sword stabbed out of the darkness and stopped in front of him. The sword came fiercely, but it was accurately intercepted by Lin Shouxi.

The swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

When Lin Shouxi waved his arm, the sword that came from the surprise spun and flew back, sticking diagonally into the ground. Where the sword fell, there was a pair of snow feet carved from ice.

The comer pulled out the sword again, and she looked directly at Lin Shouxi, her originally clear pupils as dark as night. "How are you?"

There was a hint of confusion in the woman's cold voice. "Ye Qingzhai?"

Lin Shouxi also recognized this goddess.

She is the sword goddess of Qingzhai Divine Sword, Ye Qingzhai, a hundred years ago, although this woman fought to the death for the human race in the battle of the black dragon breaking the wall, she was obsessed with the emperor, and she repeatedly obstructed them later, which brought a lot of trouble. Now, outside of Ye Qingzhai's translucent crystal snow muscles, there is a long black skirt inside, this is the skirt she cut in the dark, the snow silk silver hair is draped from her shoulders, her face is still beautiful in the dark, but she is no longer proud, she pulled out the ancient sword with a transparent sword body, and pointed at Lin Shouxi again.

"Why are you here? Where are they?" Lin Shouxi looked around and asked. "Shi Yirao?"

Ye Qingzhai shook his head and said, "Slaanesh...... No, ignoring the goddess is of course in ignoring the temple. After Your Majesty sealed the palace, we took turns guarding this place, changing it once a year, and this year it happened to be my guard."

"You're guarding here?"

Lin Shouxi looked at the terrifying scene of evil cults everywhere and asked, "This is how you guarded the Holy Soil Temple?"

"Your Majesty's order is to only let us guard the temple and not let anything in, and never allow anything else to go out." Ye Qingzhai said lightly: "You violated the rules, I will kill you."

The sword light rushed to his face unreasonably.

In the already dark world, Ye Qingzhai and Lin Shouxi fought together.

Back then, Lin Shouxi was chased and killed by Ye Qingzhai, he was not the opponent of this goddess at all, but at this time and then, now that this Qingzhai goddess has been tortured for a hundred years, her Dao heart has long been on the verge of collapse, and her realm is no longer at its peak, how can she be Lin Shouxi's opponent?

After only fighting for dozens of moves, Ye Qingzhai fell behind, and after thirty moves, this Qingzhai goddess was even more cut into the sky and fell to the ground.

Lin Shouxi fell in front of her. "It's growing well."

Ye Qingzhai clenched his silver teeth and said indifferently.

"Did the Emperor leave a way to suppress this?" Lin Shouxi asked bluntly.

Ye Qingzhai sneered, did not answer, she lowered her head, suddenly took out an elixir, stuffed it directly into her mouth, swallowed it, the true qi raged in her body, she raised her head, and her pupils revealed a cold light to the bone.

The goddess threw herself at him again.

"The Emperor is dead, and you don't need to give her any more life, goddess

You all have the heart to eliminate demons and defend the way, your nature is not bad, but you were deceived by the faint king, and now you have a chance to turn back."

Lin Shouxi tried to admonish while blocking her sword. Ye Qingzhai couldn't listen at all.

"Who are you to reprimand me?!"

Ye Qingzhai had long since lost his former calmness, and his immortal pupils were full of hideous colors: "I know that Your Majesty is dead, and he died a hundred years ago!" It was you who killed Your Majesty, it was you who ruined everything! You're the devil!!"

The sword collided with the sword, and the gold-like Qingming God raised the tail note of the goddess's roar, making it even more sonorous. "Obsessed."

"Oh, I stick to my Dao heart, why do you say that I am obsessed? I'm going to stay here, I'll stay here until I die!"

Ye Qingzhai roared angrily, and took out her sword again and again, but she was overturned by the qi wave again and again, and retreated, her sword had not been unsheathed for a hundred years, and she had already lost its sharpness.

When Lin Shouxi saw her like this, he was no longer soft-hearted, and it was useless to admonish, so he woke her up, just to end the new and old grudges together.

Ye Qingzhai pounced with his sword again.

The golden flame in Lin Shouxi's hand softened, turning from a sword into a strip of cloth, wrapping around his palm, wrapping his angular fist.

The sleeves of the robe bulged in the wind.

When Ye Qingzhai came, Lin Shouxi also killed this punch.

In the loud explosion, the clear long sword in Ye Qingzhai's hand was directly smashed, and the fist was like a bamboo, hitting her chest, Ye Qingzhai's black dress cut with divine powers was torn apart in an instant, and the wind pushed her to fly upside down, smashing countless statues and buildings along the way.

When Ye Qingzhai got up from the ruins, her silver hair was covered with blood, and she was like a glamorous ghost guarding this ghost, revealing endless killing and madness.

Ye Qingzhai swallowed a large amount of pills again, trying to fight back.

However, the borrowed true qi is empty after all, in Lin Shouxi's unpretentious boxing technique, Ye Qingzhai was knocked out again and again, this demure woman from childhood kept getting up in the ruins, she stood on the ground with her hair scattered, her red lips trembled, and her roar revealed a strong unwillingness and shame.

"You're no match for me anymore."

Lin Shouxi slowly walked in front of her and looked down at her condescendingly. Ye Qingzhai couldn't stop him.

He walked to the Evil Springs prison again.

The goddess of Qingzhai knelt on the ground, blood snaked on the milky white jade body, she laughed a few times, I don't know whether it was madness or hatred, she looked at the familiar building behind her, and shouted loudly: "Humble goddess, the enemy has been killed to the door, what are you still hiding?!"

Lin Shouxi stopped and looked at the palace behind him. Only then did he discover that this was the temple of the Humble Goddess. Ye Qingzhai's shouts echoed in the darkness.

The temple did not respond.

Ye Qingzhai was stunned, and then, for the first time, a look of lost soul appeared on her beautiful cheeks:

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot, you killed yourself fifty years ago...... It didn't disturb you just now, did it?"

Ye Qingzhai knelt on the ground, clasped his hands, and prayed for his dead sister. Lin Shouxi looked at this scene and asked, "Suicide?"

"Well, the Humble Goddess committed suicide fifty years ago, and the last flower she raised withered, and she cut her throat with the rhizome of the flower, and the Sorrowful Goddess also died, and she died thirty years ago, and she died in December, maybe November, and it was very cold that day, and she hanged herself in front of His Majesty's Temple, and Sister Rao collected the body for her."

"They all went with Your Majesty.....

Ye Qingzhai smiled stupidly and said, "I really envy them, they can control their own life and death, death is really a beautiful thing, no matter what kind of pain and torture fate gives you, you can use death to cut it off, and all you pay is a determination to commit suicide, they are lucky, unlike us..."

Ye Qingzhai said, picked up the broken sword, and inserted it into her throat, but when the sword was pulled out, her jade neck returned to its original state.

"What's going on?" Lin Shouxi frowned.

"What else could it be? The Sword of the Sin Ring won't let us die, two have already died, and we will kill ourselves again,

The prohibition of the temple is about to completely collapse, and it has completely become my master, even if I want to die, I can't do it."

Ye Qingzhai smiled sadly.

In the past ten years, she has also collapsed, and has tried suicide many times, but she has been saved by Excalibur.

In today's Holy Soil Temple, there are only four living goddesses left - Shi Yirao, Ye Qingzhai, Ling Qinglu, Su and Xue.

"If only you had come fifty years earlier..... If you had come fifty years earlier, they would have survived." Ye Qingzhai showed a weak color, and this weak color was shattered by herself: "Ye Qingzhai, what are you talking about? Thou art the Priestess of the Rings of Sin, and thou shalt obey the royal decree of thy majesty, and this year is the year of thy reign, and how can a hundred years of perseverance be destroyed in thy hands?"

Ye Qingzhai swallowed a large amount of divine pills again, and killed Lin Shouxi again.

"If you linger any longer, everyone will die when that thing is born." Lin Shouxi said.

"Death? Hehehe, is there anything better in the world than death? Qing Zhai has been serving the sword for 200 years and guarding the temple for 100 years, if I let you leave now, then what is the point of my cultivation for 300 years?!" Ye Qingzhai teared his heart and lungs.

For her, death is inevitable, she cannot accept a meaningless death, she must give meaning to her death.

Other than that, she didn't care about anything.

Ye Qingzhai raised the broken sword high.

Purple lightning converged along the darkness towards her body, and on her naked body, a long skirt of thunder and lightning was added, and the long skirt raged along her skin, but she was unaware of it, and only looked at the sky blindly, as if some kind of solemn ceremony was being held.

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When Ye Qingzhai was concentrating on the ceremony, the fairy suddenly received a slap, she snorted in pain, covered her cheek and wanted to scold, and the other cheek was also struck by a thunderous slap, and bright red palm marks appeared.

Another slap fell, knocking her to the ground. The sword containing thunder and lightning fell on her lap with a clatter.

"Are you a fool to watch you finish the ceremony?" Lin Shouxi asked coldly.

"Don't you dare? Haven't you become very strong? You're so strong, but you don't even have the courage to take this sword?!" Ye Qingzhai raised his head and asked.

Lin Shouxi didn't answer, what he answered Ye Qingzhai was a hard slap with a bow left and right.

The high goddess's cheeks were fanned bright red, she fell to the ground, covering her face, blood oozed from the corners of her lips, and there were tears in the corners of her resentful eyes.

"You, how dare you ....."

Ye Qingzhai raised her head tremblingly, for some reason, when she saw Lin Shouxi, she unconsciously remembered her father who had been dead for many years, he looked at her gaze, like a father looking at his daughter who had gone astray and did not repent, at that moment, she felt guilty and fearful, and had the urge to admit her mistake and beg for mercy.

At this moment, an arrow broke through the air. Golden arrows.

Lin Shouxi snatched the arrow and looked sideways. It was Ling Qinglu, the harvest goddess, who came.

She sensed the change in the hall, awoke from her slumber, and came to help.

"Who is the wicked who dares to trespass..... It's you? Lin Shouxi, you are really ghostly!!"

Ling Qinglu was in a red and white dress, her figure was outstanding, and her arrogance was not extinguished, she untied the divine bow she was carrying, aimed at Lin Shouxi, her jade fingers were lightly hooked, and the second arrow also came out of the string.

Ling Qinglu's arrow should have been a hundred shots. But the arrow flew again.

Because Lin Shouxi disappeared in place.

Ling Qinglu looked around, but there was no trace of him, but he heard Ye Qingzhai remind, "Watch the back!" Ling Qinglu was too late.

Lin Shouxi had already grabbed her wrist to pull the string.

"It's rare that the Great Goddess Ling still remembers the name of the junior."

Lin Shouxi stood behind her, pulling her hand away from the bowstring little by little, and said, "On the shore of the ice sea back then, the arrows that the Great Goddess Ling 'gifted', and the younger generations still remember them?"

"You thief, you are just lucky to break into the human gods, and you dare to be so rampant?"

Ling Qinglu's long hair turned the fiery red color of midsummer, like a flowing fire, and she drew it from the quiver on her waist

When you shoot an arrow, you will only stab it as a dagger.

Lin Shouxi did not dodge or dodge.

The arrow pierced his body, broken by the immortal spirit root. "How could it ......?"

Ling Qinglu looked at him unscathed, shocked.

"Don't you understand?" Lin Shouxi stared into her eyes and said, "In order to control you, the Sword of the Sin Ring not only took back the power given to you, but also took away your original power.

"Impossible!!"

Ling Qinglu shook her head, her red hair turned silvery, and she lost her mind and said, "How is it possible? Your Majesty has said that as long as we stay here, as long as we wait until Your Majesty returns, Your Majesty will lead us to God! Don't you want to confuse us!!"

Ling Qinglu no longer used his bow, but directly drew his sword and stabbed at him.

"The juniors also gave Goddess Ling some gifts." Lin Shouxi only said this.

Ten moves later, Ling Qinglu also rolled to Ye Qingzhai's side, she was defeated, her bow and arrow and sword were taken away, and her body was tied by a thread made of golden flames, and she couldn't move.

"You let her go!" Ye Qingzhai glared angrily. Then, Ye Qingzhai was also tied up.

These two great goddesses, who were once admired by the world, are now tied up and lying on the ground, Lin Shouxi took out the golden flame and turned it into a long whip, and hit it directly, and the new hatred and old hatred were vented in the whip.

The goddess's snort of pain continued to sound.

When Ling Qinglu was still holding on to her arrogance, Ye Qingzhai was unbearable and was the first to collapse, she actually cried and begged, "Stop fighting...... Please, don't fight......

Ling Qinglu's eyes widened, she never imagined that such words would come out of the mouth of Sister Ye, whom she had always admired.

"Sister Qingzhai, you.... Uh-huh...... How can you give in to such a person?!" Ling Qinglu suspected that he had misheard.

Ye Qingzhai didn't seem to hear it, she turned her head away, and said in a pleading tone, "Don't beat me, kill me...... You have the power to kill me, don't you?"

Lin Shouxi stopped.

"I won't kill you." He said, "I will leave you behind."

"Stay? What are you leaving me for?" Ye Qingzhai asked.

"Guarding the Temple." Lin Shouxi said lightly.

Ye Qingzhai was silent, and then, she really collapsed, and she couldn't stop crying. Lin Shouxi put away the golden flame and continued to walk towards the Evil Spring Prison.

Ye Qingzhai also released Ling Qinglu's restraints, but he had no heart to resist and let him leave. The doorway of the Evil Springs prison.

A woman in a lotus robe stood alone.

When Lin Shouxi arrived, she turned her head slightly, and between her eyebrows, coldness and charm kept changing.

"You're here?" Shi Yirao asked.