(Sorry, I'm too sleepy, I owe a 3,000-word chapter, I'll sleep for a while, and make up for it.) ）

Spirits fly.

When Mu Shijing broke through the realm, the stars in the cold sky suddenly brightened, and the twinkling stars were like eyes, so the starry sky was also like a monster that opened hundreds of millions of pupils after waking up.

When Chu Yingchan, Xiao He, and Lin Shouxi broke through the realm, it was also this star-studded scene.

But Mu Shijing is different.

In her starry sky, something brighter emerged—the sun and the moon.

The sun and the moon hung in the sky at the same time, like a pair of bright eyes.

She appeared in the tomb of the gods.

In the tomb of the gods, gods from ancient times and the future stand here, their bodies are empty, but they still have their majesty, even the shadows cast are also gilded with a faint gold, thousands of immortals are silent in the light and dust, and they together form a golden scroll.

Mu Shijing stood in front of the long scroll, his back like a cool night.

Li Zhenren, who turned into a flesh ladder, stopped outside the tomb of the gods, and he looked at the silhouette of a girl in a black dress and black hair in the tomb of the gods, as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Outside the Divine Wall back then, you killed the Demon God of Time and Space?" Li Zhenren recalled the past.

"Aren't you already an immortal? That's all you can see?" Mu Shijing's voice was cold and sarcastic.

Li Zhenren rolled up the ladder of flesh and blood, and barely pieced together half an eye from the fragments of flesh, and he used this half eye to cross the light flow of the Divine Tomb Enchantment and look at the girl standing still.

The last half of his eye exploded along with a large swath of flesh.

"You are? You're a sleeve!!" Li Zhenren lost his voice.

"I don't know what kind of immortal you have become?"

Mu Shijing's ridicule was even stronger, she stepped on the beautiful pair of pointed-toe shoes, followed a long golden axe to the high place, took advantage of the situation to take the armor of a god's corpse as a throne, sat down leisurely, her legs folded, she looked at the flesh and blood monster in front of her, and hooked her fingers: "Aren't you dreaming of flying to the Immortal Court? Why linger when you are already outside the door, come in and take a look, lest you... Death is regrettable."

The girl's voice was as light as a cloud.

Li Zhenren was like a demon hearing thunder, and he hesitated to move forward.

He used the small half of his brain to think quickly, but where were these brains enough, and as soon as he focused a little, the pain was unbearable.

In the midst of the severe pain, Li Zhenren shouted, "Don't you want to bluff me, if you are, I won't even have the qualifications to come... You're just a sleeve scrap. Hahaha, you tiny dust, you also want to pretend to be the sun and the moon to deceive the sky?

As soon as these words came out, Li Zhenren felt that something was wrong, this was clearly the words of the devil, he was the head of Yunkong Mountain, and he should never speak like this.

With this thought, the last half of his tongue was also tied into a dead knot.

"If you don't believe me, try it."

Mu Shijing sat on top of the golden armor, stretching his waist lazily, and the girl's milky white skin was also pale gold, like precious silk in the golden sun.

Li Zhenren gathered the last flesh and blood from the cold wind and crashed into the tomb of the gods. Lin Shouxi floated back to the ground.

The flames that spread across the heavens and the earth withdrew into the sleeves of his robes.

"Why did you come back? Aren't you going to help Miss Mu?" Shi Yirao asked.

"Only those who break the realm can enter the tomb of the gods, although I can break in, but it will damage the foundation of the human race's cultivation, and then Shi Jing will finish it." Lin Shouxi said.

"Sister Mu is such a powerful battle."

Bai Zhu knelt beside Mu Shijing and looked at her with admiration.

Mu Shijing's spiritual sense has flown into the air, and his side face is calm as sleep.

"By the way, what kind of situation is Sister Mu ruined?" Bai Zhu looked at it for a while, his heart surged, and he couldn't help but ask expectantly, "Is Sister Mu going to break through the bottleneck of the human and divine realm, surpass the master, and reach a new realm that has never been seen before?"

Lin Shouxi was speechless for a while, and only after a while did he say in an alarmist tone: "It is indeed an unexpected realm, so I won't say much, for fear of scaring Xiaobaizhu."

Bai Zhu Tan's mouth was half open, and he nodded hurriedly, not daring to ask more.

really

Daomen Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Bai Zhu Even if he cultivates to a half-step human god, he is still an insignificant little radish!

Above the tomb of the gods, the decisive battle has begun.

Those who set foot on the earth could not see the scenery above the clouds, they could only see the golden thunder and lightning flickering through the thick clouds, and they could not hear the thunder, but the sense of destruction spread throughout the universe with absolute silence, and everyone could feel the coercion coming from above the nine heavens, which was the wrath of heaven.

The goose feathers and snow are drifting again.

The snow was mixed with fragments of flesh and blood.

Lin Shouxi helped Wang Erguan treat his injuries, he twisted out a gold thread, passed through his flesh and blood, and began to sew up, Wang Erguan gritted his teeth, cold sweat was dripping, and finally the sewing was completed, he was loose and fell into the snow.

"It's time for this to end, right?" Wang Erguan lay on the ground, looked at the snow falling in the sky, felt the refreshed heart, and asked, "When the king kills Li Zhenren, who was parasitized by the evil god, will this world be peaceful?"

"Maybe."

Lin Shouxi said.

The god of the tide has long been at the end of the crossbow, the Lord of the Gray Tomb is still reborn in the Necromantic Snow Field, and although the God of Mourning has descended from the crack of the future with the help of Li Zhenren as a medium, it is also about to be destroyed. The dark clouds of terror that hung over the heads of the human beings gradually dissipated, and the bright light had leaked through the gaps in the stratus clouds into the shattered land.

But......

The god of mourning, shouldn't he be so weak?

Although Lin Shouxi had formed a divine pill, he knew that he was still not the real Nine Ming Saint King, and he definitely did not have the power to easily kill the primeval-level evil gods, could it....

"Why are you here?"

At this moment, a voice rang out.

Lin Shouxi looked back.

In the heavy snow, Chu Miao floated in.

"Queen Mother, why are you here?" Bai Zhu got up.

"I... I have come to seek you."

Chu Miaodai's eyebrows frowned, revealing a look of doubt: "Bai Zhu, why are you still here?" The decisive battle between you and Tong Luan is imminent, why don't you set off yet?"

"The decisive battle with Tong Luan?"

Bai Zhu looked at Chu Miao blankly, stood on tiptoe, touched Chu Miao's forehead, and said curiously, "What nonsense is Niangniang talking about? Isn't the decisive battle between Bai Zhu and Tong Luan a month later? When this is over, Bai Zhu can calm down and practice, and one month should be enough for Bai Zhu to slowly figure it out, break through the human gods, and defeat Tong Luan!"

Bai Zhu is self-confidence is not nonsense, at the moment when Lin Shouxi Shendan was refined, Bai Zhu seemed to be wrapped in the spring breeze, feeling infinite tenderness and warmth, she was like a seedling that had just been exposed to the sun and rain, had gotten the sunshine and was ready to grow.

"What are you talking about?"

Chu Miao was even more surprised and said, "Isn't it already a month? The duel between you and Tong Luan is tomorrow, and I thought you had already rushed to Patriarch Mountain. Bai Zhu ...... Are you deceiving yourself?"

"What?"

Bai Zhu was completely stunned: "What month? Didn't we just go to the palace yesterday after the funeral, where did we come from?"

At this point, Chu Miao completely sensed that something was wrong, her lips pursed into lines, and she said coldly, "The funeral was a month ago."

A month ago?"

"Well, at that time, we were separated outside the snow field, and after that, I finished the funeral and came out to look for you, I went to Shenshou Mountain first, but I didn't find it, I said in my heart that you may go to Yunkong Mountain with Li Zhenren to participate in the centennial ceremony, I was very worried about the battle of the avenue, so I went to Yunkong Mountain, but I couldn't find it, and when I was worried, I saw a vision here, so I came, so..."

Chu Miao wanted to speak and stopped.

Obviously, the day in Bai Zhu's eyes, in Chu Miao's perspective, has been a whole month.

"We're making such a big move here, and you don't even notice it?" Bai Zhu asked.

"Nope."

Chu Miao shook her head, in her eyes, the world was calm, and there was no catastrophe and turmoil.

"What the hell is going on?"

Bai Zhu was dizzy, thinking that if this was really a month, then himself

Isn't the duel with Tong Luan...

"It's the law of the future." Lin Shouxi's voice interjected: "This place has been interfered with by the future law of me and Li Zhenren, under the influence of the future law, time has come in advance, and where we are now is a month later."

Bai Zhu's last trace of luck was gone.

A month passed in this way, and when she came back to her senses, the deadline for the war had come in a blink of an eye, and it was time for her to face Tong Luan.

"Bai Zhu... It's over."

Bai Zhu's slender legs were weak, and his delicate body shook in the cold wind, looking like he was about to fall.

Shi Yirao corrected her and said, "Bai Zhu is the first fairy today, so it's not okay to be so depressed."

"Why did my sister laugh at me?" Bai Zhu was aggrieved.

She could already imagine what it would be like to be defeated, ridiculed, expelled from her school, homeless on the streets......

Thinking of this, Bai Zhu directly collapsed into Shi Yirao's arms.

In order to prove that he was not deceiving, Chu Miao also took out a copy of the Shenshan Mansion newspaper from his arms and handed it to Bai Zhu, Bai Zhu and Tong Luan's battle was highly anticipated, squeezing all the pages.

Where did Bai Zhu dare to look, he hurriedly buried his head, rubbed left and right, and was embarrassed.

"That's... What is the case now?" Chu Miao said softly, "No matter what, Bai Zhu must make a decision."

"Decision..."

Bai Zhu raised his head, combing his messy hair while racking his brains to think, "Anyway, Ancestor Mountain must be unacceptable, um... Bai Zhu has to think of an unspeakable hidden ......."

"I thought Xiao Baizhu had grown up, but I didn't expect to be running away." Seeing this, Chu Miao said helplessly, "If my family Yingchan sees you like this, she should be annoyed again."

"Can't you run away when you grow up?" Bai Zhu was not convinced.

Of course, she didn't dare to argue with her senior sister's mother.

Bai Zhu worked hard to think about countermeasures.

Suddenly.

An ice-like sound sounded, scaring Bai Zhu all over:

"Go to Patriarch Mountain!!"

Bai Zhu looked back and found that Sister Mu, who was sitting cross-legged, had woken up, her temperament was full of ethereal fairy intent, and she was thrilling and cold.

Everyone looked at Mu Shijing.

Mu Shijing got up and looked around, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"This Li Zhenren is too weak, what it contains is not all the power of the God of Lamentation at all, it is just a cover, a cover to delay our time! The nature of the god of mourning awakens elsewhere... It's about to wake up."

In the tomb of the gods, Mu Shijing killed Li Zhenren.

The Divine Tomb was born with realm suppression, and she had been suppressed at the peak of Yuanchi for a full hundred years, her true strength was immeasurable, and she defeated Li Zhenren without any suspense with the Divine Tomb as the battlefield.

Before Li Zhenren died, he used the last flesh and blood to make a copper coin and threw it on the shell of an ancient golden turtle.

"The white clouds are light and thin, and the loess is thick, and I am smelly of copper."

Li Zhenren read a sentence softly, and died quietly.

Mu Shijing sensed that something was wrong.

The god of mourning likes to sing, and if Li Zhenren is the last piece it composed, then this song came to an abrupt end after not playing a few times, and it is hard to believe that it is complete.

Then, sensing something, she looked in the direction of Patriarch Mountain.

She remembered what Lin Shouxi had seen and heard that day.

Lin Shouxi also remembered.

——On that rainy day, he caught a glimpse of a black cloud rolling in the sky above the Patriarch Mountain.

At that time, he had the heart to investigate, but he didn't have the strength to ask the Sword Patriarch Mountain, and the sudden change in the Holy Soil Hall had to be stopped.

But now he can.

On the Patriarch Mountain.

Snow-white clouds gushed out from the three mountains and thousands of orifices, converging towards the peak of the ancestor mountain, like ten thousand ravines rushing, converging into a long river hanging between the top of the clouds and the mountain stream.

Tong Qingyu is also more than 500 years old this year.

As the former chief of the Evil Slaying Division,

She has already been in the realm of human beings, and if she is placed in the legendary story, she will come out of the back mountain surrounded by clouds and mist at any time, and save the mansion from the peerless master who will fall.

Five hundred years of changes, Tong Qingyu still clearly remembers the first time he came to Zushi Mountain.

At that time, she asked the immortal master if there was a practice of cultivating longevity on the mountain, and the immortal master smiled mysteriously, stroked his long beard, and said, "Feel in the depths of the clouds."

This immortal master had died three hundred years before her.

In the past, Tong Qingyu was the most standard genius girl, she was extremely talented, her talent was outstanding, and once she cultivated, she was the best in the world, and she couldn't find half of her peers who could match it.

Her life trajectory is very similar to Shi Yirao.

They were all born in noble families, their faces were world-sour, their elegance was world-sour, and they had never been defeated before the palace language was born.

But genius is also the most early, in the past, there was a monk genius and the oil seller to compete for the craft of oil and copper coins, after repeated failures, even if he knew that people were not all-round, or the Taoist heart collapsed, and he couldn't get up again.

Tong Qingyu is not so extreme, but when she lost to Gong Yu, the feeling of the sky falling is still vivid, which makes her reluctant to remember more.

However, in retrospect, if it hadn't been for this failure, her life would have been too boring.

In the open pool.

Tong Qingyu bathed and changed clothes as always.

In the winter Luqing Pool, the heating is melting, and in the faint sound of water, Tong Qingyu curls out of Nana, wrapping her milky white body with a piece of red silk, and then, she pinched the trick casually, and the wind around the body turned into scissors in an instant, and cut the red silk into a decent dress in one breath, elegant and elegant.

The rest of the red silk floated on the water, like broken petals.

When Tong Qingyu walked out of the open pond, her girl Luan was waiting for her respectfully outside.

Tong Qingyu led her to the top of Patriarch Mountain.

"Luan'er, after three hundred years of cultivation, can you have any insights?" Tong Qingyu asked.

"Feeling... The daughter's understanding is as complex as the clouds in the mountains, and there are countless of them, I wonder what my mother wants to hear when she suddenly asks?" Tong Luan was puzzled.

"What do you think is the point of practice?" Tong Qingyu asked.

"Meaning?"

Tong Wan knew that his mother had never liked to ask such a big question, and when she heard this question today, she was shocked and replied after thinking: "Cultivation is like climbing peaks, such as climbing the steps to heaven, but asking forward, don't ask about the meaning, my daughter has cultivated so far, the realm of people and gods, and the clear heart is the greatest significance."

"Really?"

Tong Qingyu said: "I have been strict with you since I was a child, how much food you eat, how much water you drink must be calculated according to the pound and two places, I scold you when I am annoyed, and beat you when I am angry.

"My mother is for the good of my daughter, and my daughter never complains." Tong Luan said.

"Yes."

Tong Qingyu muttered to himself and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

Tong Luan followed behind, trembling.

Although she has reached the human god, but compared with her mother's god, the gap is still too big, she has thought of many ways to fill this gap, in the end, the only way she can think of is to let her mother die, but she has no courage to attack, can only wait.

She didn't know how long she would have to wait.

But Tong Wan always felt that his mother's current tone seemed to be explaining her last words.

Is her end approaching?

Or is it testing her filial piety again?

Tong Wan has mixed feelings.

Above the clouds.

The immortal masters of Patriarch Mountain are dressed like clouds.

They sat cross-legged and waited quietly for Tong Qingyu Ancestor to preach for them.

Tong Qingyu sat down, her hand was like a lotus, as usual for everyone to preach and explain the scriptures, talking about the wonderful, the fairy bird flew up the mountain with the morning glow, the color wrapped around the fairy's arms, the snow butterfly fluttered on her fingers, one after another disappeared, as if there was a supreme magic law parked there.

Even if he has a grudge against his mother, Tong Luan is still fascinated by it.

The mother at the time of preaching is a real immortal, giving people a distance

A sense of unreachability.

Tong Luan knew that today's Tong Qingyu made an exception to preach the scriptures for the immortals, in order to build momentum for the decisive battle between her and Bai Zhu, this is a battle that has attracted worldwide attention, and it is about who is the real first fairy in the world.

When Tong Luan was thinking wildly.

The mountain protection array of Patriarch Mountain suddenly rippled.

Tong Luan looked towards the ripples.

Then she thought she was dazzled—she saw the sun, two rounds of the sun!

One round is the rising sun in the sky, and the other round of the sun is flying over the stunned line between the town and the mountains, and crashes straight into the mountain protection array, the solid mountain protection array is directly shattered, and in an instant, the entire ancestor mountain shakes, as if a whole glass wall is broken, and the sky is full of sunrise clouds are also fragmented together, falling into countless lights and shadows.

"Who is the demon who dares to trespass on the Great Array of the Patriarch Mountain Gate?" Tong Luan stood up with his sword.

The change came too suddenly.

Moreover, this is a movement that has not been seen in the ancestral mountain for thousands of years.

Patriarch Mountain is far away from the Divine Wall, and several great catastrophes have been avoided, and it has not hurt the roots, and now it is also the most powerful one among the three mountains, and they don't dare to think about such a thing as the destruction of the Mountain Guarding Divine Array.

The top of the Patriarch's Mountain was in chaos.

Only Tong Qingyu expected everything, and it was very calm.

"It's finally here." She muttered.

Tong Luan was panicked, but when he saw his mother's quiet and confident look, he quickly calmed down.

Yes, my mother's heavenly calculations, what can not hide her eyes, although I don't know which demon is crazy and dares to trespass on the sacred mountain, but, unless it is an ancient-level evil god who comes, otherwise, in the sacred mountain, who can be the enemy of the mother's family?

All she has to do is to maintain the tranquility of the Dao Heart and not lose her temper.

When the rest of the immortals saw the calm Tong Qingyu in the clouds, they also put down their suspense and waited for the fairy to get rid of the demon.

Tong Qingyu took the sword and left.

Morning dew, clouds, flocculent streamer.... Everything turned into a sword, and Tong Qingyu faced the enemy together.

Tong Qingyu pushed his fingers.

The first sword was the first to press over.

After a sword, thousands of swords fired in unison, slashing at this enemy together.

The beams of light on the three trunk roads covered the sky, the scene was magnificent, and the immortals looked at it from a distance, only to feel that this was the beam of light going up against the current to the scorching sun.

Tong Qingyu's sword exploded after the collision, forming an overwhelming rain of light, the rain of light was dazzling, and the wave of explosive gas blown out of the rain of light tore the entire sea of clouds apart.

Something shocked all the Immortal Masters happened.

After the explosion, it was Tong Qingyu who fell out of the light rain.

Her three thousand swords were shattered, her red dress was torn, blood was oozing from the tiger's mouth, and what was even more unbelievable was that Tong Qingyu's graceful and noble peerless cheeks were branded with a striking palm mark.

"Mother..."

Tong Luan only felt that the whole world had collapsed.

In recent years, Tong Qingyu's realm has gone further, and in her heart, she has not lost to the master of the Daomen, but she is such an invincible mother, who was defeated by the enemy with just one face, not only defeated, but also slapped.

"Is the gap so big?"

Tong Qingyu covered his cheeks and smiled indifferently, not caring at all.

Her figure vanished in place.

When she reappeared, she had another slap on the cheek.

"I was defeated by your ancestor a hundred years ago, and now I am defeated by you, is this my calamity?" Tong Qingyu looked at the diffuse golden light and asked.

"Fairy Tong don't have to be humble, I haven't won yet."

Lin Shouxi's voice sounded from the golden light.

He turned into a streamer and landed in front of Tong Qingyu, and his figure gradually became clear from blur.

Tong Luan listened to his mother's words, and then looked at the person who came, and immediately thought of some kind of rumor, "You are still alive?"

Xu Xiang was also in the crowd listening to the fairy's preaching, and when she saw someone coming, she chased after her

Recalling the past, he even called him by his name.

"Lin Shouxi?"

Xu Xiang originally thought that this peerless genius had long been annihilated by heavenly jealousy, but now that he is alive, he has mixed feelings for a while.

Lin Shouxi turned a deaf ear to their exclamations.

"Tong Qingyu, what do you want to do?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Guess?"

Tong Qingyu's Henggu iceberg's cheeks actually evoked a provocative smile, as if declaring war.

"What is there to guess." Lin Shouxi said coldly, "You have collected thousands of forbidden techniques related to the God of Mourning, and you have formed a formation in the Ancestor Mountain, just to hold a ceremony and summon the evil god to come. The demons of the past have loved to perform this altar to invite the gods, and there is really nothing new."

"That's what you really think?" Tong Qingyu smiled.

"Could it be that the fairy has other plans?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Since you think I'm asking God, then you can find out where this God has gone."

Tong Qingyu actually showed a delicate smile, like a little girl immersed in a game of hide and seek.

In the past three hundred years, Tong Luan has never seen her mother show such an expression, even when she is in the best mood.

The clouds of Patriarch Mountain rose into the sky.

The white clouds seemed to be stained with ink, and suddenly turned into a black color.

Black clouds weave.

On the ancestral mountain, which was still sunny and sunny before, it was a sign of the coming end in a blink of an eye.

Lin Shouxi looked at the black clouds, and this time, he saw the cloudy blurred eyes again, which rose and fell in the clouds, like a ship sailing on the sea, but he wanted to open one eye at the bottom of the boat and peek into the secrets of the depths of the sea during the voyage.

This time, Lin Shouxi did not hesitate, he directly sacrificed the golden flame, pressed the mother and daughter to the ground, temporarily restrained, and then broke through the thick clouds and burrowed into the thin flesh of the eyes.

The eyes vanished.

"Another trick?"

Lin Shouxi looked at this mysterious evil eye that was about to collapse at the touch of a button, and felt slightly irritated in disappointment.

Just as Lin Shouxi was about to fall back to the top of the mountain, he glanced down.

This glance made him freeze.

The circular building of the Patriarch's Hall surrounds a black abyss, above the abyss, there is a huge meat ball suspended, the meat ball is composed of many completely different faces and limbs, densely packed, and outside the meat ball, there are countless ring-shaped French, French or gold and purple or red blue, they are intertwined with each other, nested with each other, seemingly complex and disorderly, but in fact the rules are strict.

This ball of meat is nothing else, it is really the relic of the ancestor.

And this patriarch's relics are the foundation of the cultivation of most of the sacred mountains. In the past, Lin Shouxi thought that the ancestor's relics were well preserved, but now, it can't even maintain its human form.

What's even worse is that Lin Shouxi can clearly feel its evil nature on this ball of flesh, which is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something is being conceived in its body!

"Tong Qingyu, what the hell have you done?" Lin Shouxi asked sharply.

"Obviously, the god of mourning will awaken within the remains of the Patriarch." Tong Qingyu said.

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm sober."

Tong Qingyu said, "If you want to willingly deceive such an evil god from the future, this is the best way and the only choice."

"The Patriarch's Relic and the God of Lamentation? What monster do you want to create?" Lin Shouxi asked sharply, "Are the first of the Patriarch Mountain and the head of the sect dead?" How can you watch you do this?"

"They didn't die, on the contrary, they supported my decision." Tong Qingyu said.

"How is that possible?"

"How could it be?"

Tong Qingyu looked at Lin Shouxi and said, "A hundred years ago, the ancestor woke up once, and he chose to come after waking up, but what the ancestor came to was a world on the other side

The Dharma has truly come to this realm. From the moment he became an immortal, he was completely cut off from mortal dust."

Tong Qingyu sighed helplessly, she looked at Lin Shouxi calmly, and said, "The other side is not our world, the evil gods here have not been destroyed, the evil demons have not been eliminated, we have worked hard to raise the ancestor, why do we want him to protect the irrelevant other shore? In the past, there was a legend that when the world was destroyed, the ancestor would appear to save the world, I have believed in it for hundreds of years, but now it seems that it is just a lie to stabilize people's hearts, the ancestor will never come, the ancestor has long abandoned us..."

"He abandoned us first!!"

Tong Qingyu's tone was heavier, and after wheezing, she calmed down a little and continued:

"The God of Mourning can't resist the temptation of the Patriarch's Dharma Shell, even if it knows it's a trap, it will take a risk... You see, I'm not wrong, am I?"

Lin Shouxi looked at the tiny flesh particles that continued to grow on the surface of the meat balls, and watched them scurrying around like ant colonies, and his heart was even more chilly.

If there was no ancestor, in the original battle of the dead city, even if he and Mu Shijing were not killed by the emperor, they would have died because of the collapse of the world, he had never met the ancestor, but the ancestor was his savior, how could he watch the ancestor's relics being desecrated like this?

"The Ancestor's Relic is not only the Relic, but what is hidden in it is also the foundation of the Great Dao of the entire Cultivation Realm! If this foundation is destroyed, all the monastic methods that have been practiced for thousands of years will be burned to the ground!" Lin Shouxi said sharply.

"Wouldn't that be better?" Tong Qingyu said lazily.

"What did you say?"

"What is the meaning of being an immortal? Even if you cultivate to the human god, you are just crushed to death by the evil god's finger, and it is even more meaningless to ascend, the outside world is full of demons that are more terrifying than the evil god, even if the human monk can fly through this heavy sky, it will only enter a darker and colder prison, which is meaningless! What fights with the sky and the earth are just nonsense of self-deception, and in the final analysis, the cultivation of truth is just... Fight with people!"

Tong Qingyu was cut off with both wrists, and directly tore open the golden flame that bound Lin Shouxi's wrists, she raised her bloody arm, pointed down the mountain, and said, "Do you know how many resources it takes to raise a cultivator? 10,000 mortals can provide a monk to advance to the immortal realm, how can a monk in the immortal realm give back to sentient beings? Slay demons and kill demons?

Oh, slaying demons and destroying demons is just a good saying, if the illegal order is forced, how many immortals are willing to join our evil slaying division? The vast majority of the monks are just immortals on the mountain, bandits under the mountain, they bully the weak, kill people without counting, plunder countless treasures, and now there is still a great enemy coming, those things know to converge, and one day, the evil gods are really wiped out, and the dragon corpses no longer threaten life and death, what will these so-called immortals become?"

Tong Qingyu's extremely beautiful eyes flashed with a hideous color, which was like a sharp blade hidden in its sheath for thousands of years, and finally showed its edge today.

"Actually, I know all about it... The three sacred mountains have not killed any evil gods at all, only gods can kill gods, and the fall of evil gods is behind the internal friction of the ancient gods. Their death has nothing to do with people."

"The so-called three sacred mountains are just three maggots that knock on the bones and suck the marrow on the heads of all beings in the name of immortals!"

"Sooner or later, these immortals will become the new evil gods!"

"Wouldn't it be good for me to kill one more future evil god when I killed the god of mourning?"

Tong Qingyu laughed, she pointed to the Patriarch Mountain at her feet, glanced around and pointed to herself, as if crying and laughing: "We are all enemies of all beings!"