Tong Qingyu's shout echoed in Sanshan.

The monks who were still asleep woke up one after another, and when they walked out of the door, they looked up to see a huge black sphere rising from the main peak.

Prior to this, the vast majority of people had never seen the patriarch's Dharma transformation at all, and most of them thought that it was the remains of the patriarch's immortal wind bone, or a brilliant golden body that was almost between humans and gods.

At this moment, people saw this ball of meat rising and hanging on the peak, setting off the huge peak tip small, people only thought that the demon was born, and they couldn't imagine that this was their ancestor.

Bai Zhu and the others arrived at Patriarch Mountain later than Lin Shouxi, and when they arrived, they also saw the head of a lonely person hanging in the sky.

Tens of thousands of faces gathered, crying and laughing.

Tong Qingyu had no one else in her eyes, she looked at the rising patriarch's head and asked Lin Shouxi:

"Isn't that... As the sun rises?"

Lin Shouxi did not answer.

He understood Tong Qingyu's thoughts.

Tong Qingyu united with the head of the Patriarch Mountain and the head of the sect to unlock the prohibition that was entangled in the patriarch's relics, and used it as bait to trick the god of mourning into taking away.

The Patriarch's Relic represents the origin of the spells of the entire human cultivation realm, these spells are all swords and daggers, and the arrival of the god of mourning is tantamount to throwing himself into the sword mountain, even if he finally escapes, he will suffer a thousand swords.

This is a conspiracy.

Although the god of mourning knew the risks, he still chose to come.

It is unwilling to pass up this opportunity to return to the world.

Lin Shouxi was dragged by Li Zhenren's future method, and he was too late, so he couldn't stop Tong Qingyu's risky move.

"Tong Qingyu, do you really think that the ancestor can kill the god of mourning?" Lin Shouxi asked in a deep voice.

"How do you know if you don't try? The Holy Soil Temple has been destroyed, and the Divine Wall can't even stop the ossified King of the Firma, not to mention this world-destroying disaster, only the Patriarch's Relic can be used as a magic weapon to compete with the evil gods, what else can we use besides using it? I am sick, and although I am perfect, my longevity is limited, and I am afraid that after I die, future generations will not have such courage."

Tong Qingyu had already thought about it, she raised her head, all her hesitation and struggle were burned out in countless sleepless nights, and there was only pride in her eyes: "The ancestor has a common heart, he will not blame me, and I will not regret death...... Besides, even if the patriarch failed to kill the god of mourning, wouldn't there still be you? Lin Shouxi, you are very strong now, strong and I envy you, you are a good person, I believe you will clean up the mess for us."

Speaking of this, Tong Qingyu couldn't help laughing, and she said: "Thanks to your disappearance, if you don't disappear, the Daomen Mansion Master will not leave, she likes to come to the Patriarch Mountain to mess around, a hundred years ago, the Dao Heart of the Tai'a Sword Sect was almost lost, and we all hate itchy, thanks to you, you helped us find such a big piece of tranquility, so that we can unknowingly unknowingly unconsciously untapped the seals of the Three Mountains one by one."

These words have been pressed in her heart for too long, and when she said them in one go, Tong Qingyu felt extremely happy.

She held her lower abdomen and fell to her knees, her laughter trembling.

Tong Luan looked at such a mother and felt strange.

In the past, her mother was always a majestic patriarchal image, and she rarely smiled, even if she laughed, it was a sneer or ridicule, which only made people feel frightened. But today, she kept laughing, as if all these hundreds of years of sorrow had poured out on this day.

Tong Qingyu is very beautiful, she is even more beautiful when she laughs, she is enchanting in red, she laughs non-stop under the patriarch's law, it is like a peerless picture scroll.

Tong Luan was scared.

She didn't have time to tell her horror when she felt a pain in her chest, and she fell to her knees like a blow to the ground, and found that her strength was draining.

"This ...... This is—" Tong Luan was at a loss.

"Do you still need to explain this to you? The God of Mourning has already fought with the Patriarch's Relic, if it wants to break the Patriarch's Relic, it must defeat the thousands of spells within the Patriarch's Relic, since it is a war, there will always be casualties, and the spells you practiced were destroyed by the God of Mourning... Later, more spells will be destroyed."

Tong Qingyu said lightly.

She had already considered all the costs, and her mood had long been unwavering.

More and more monks lost their spells.

This scene is familiar.

In the real country, it was a similar scene when the Great Spirit Tree was destroyed!

"Don't laugh."

Lin Shouxi stood suspended in the air, and the regular red sun totem behind him made his face particularly gloomy.

"Why don't you laugh on this big day?" Tong Qingyu asked, "The God of Lamentation will die today, Lin Shouxi, aren't you happy?"

The spells cultivated by Tong Qingyu were also destroyed, and her five fingers were clenched, obviously in severe pain, but the smile on her face was even worse.

Meanwhile.

The exercises of the first seat of the Patriarch Mountain were also destroyed, and he spat blood from his mouth, and his realm fell greatly. Immediately afterwards, the spells of the Divine Shou Mountain Sect and the two palace masters were also destroyed, and they were still sitting in the mountains without even knowing what was happening, but their clothes were soaked with red blood as if they had been hit hard.

Several cultivators of Yunkong Mountain were also hit hard, and they fell to the ground, and they all looked in the direction of Patriarch Mountain, their expressions were extremely solemn.

And that's not all.

The cultivators of the retreat were not spared, even if they hid in a secret cave thousands of feet underground, hidden in a divine shell that could withstand the impact of a meteorite.

Time.

Among the three mountains, eleven human god realm monks fell together.

It was only at this moment that Tong Qingyu finally sensed that something was wrong.

"Why, why did it only destroy the magic foundation of the Human God Realm cultivators? Tong Qingyu couldn't help but ask.

"Tong Qingyu, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Lin Shouxi let out a long sigh, his expression was gloomy to the extreme, and he said, "The so-called origin of spells, the origin of which is not in spells at all, but in 'sound', spells must be used to cast spells, spells... That is, the sound', the sound is the medium of the spell, as long as you have the spiritual root of the sound, you can even limit the opponent's spell to death across the border! The God of LamentationThe God of Lamentation is called the God of Lamentation, isn't its power just..."

Lin Shouxi didn't have time to finish speaking, and on the Patriarch Mountain, singing had already sounded.

The song of the god of lamentation.

The thousands of mouths on the patriarch's relics moved at the same time, and the sound was indescribable, it was like a song and dance of strange beings seeking pleasure, and it was also like a mourning song that needed to be chanted when paying tribute to the god of the dead.

As soon as it rang, all the ancient bells in the mountains struck themselves, and not only that, but all the musical instruments seemed to come to life, and together they made a terrifying sound, and the sound spread between heaven and earth.

Whatever that sound likes, today it is the birth song of the evil gods.

In the song, Tong Qingyu's smile faded and his face turned pale.

The god of lamentation also has the power of sound, so how can a spell that uses sound as a carrier harm it? Not only cannot, but it is even very likely to become its nourishment.

She actually took the ancestor as a delicacy and personally sent it to the evil god's plate!

"Don't be sad."

Behind her, someone patted her on the shoulder and comforted her.

"Who?"

Tong Qingyu turned his head with a big cry and saw a face with white hair and wrinkles.

It is the real person in charge of the Patriarch Mountain.

Tong Qingyu saw the corners of the mouth raised by the real person in charge of the sect, and the chill rushed from her spine to her brain, and she asked sharply, "You already knew all this, right?"

"Today is a big day, be happy."

As the real person of Patriarch Mountain said this, his brain exploded, and in the flying flesh and blood, dense tentacles poured out from his broken neck, replacing the head of the sect. The master stood upright and moved freely, but he was no longer human.

Lin Shouxi sighed.

It turned out that the head of the Patriarch Mountain was also bewitched by the god of mourning.

The god of mourning has been constantly infiltrating the present in the future, and Li Zhenren and the head of Patriarch Mountain have been deceived.

In the song, the patriarch's legacy continues to expand.

Countless tentacles poured out of it, and they were coiled together as if they couldn't be reasoned

The clear strands of hair, just these hairs, each of which has the thickness of a mountain, and the tentacles that continue to gush out make up the hair, eyelashes, beard, and eyebrows of this ball of flesh, and it has become a real head, a head without facial features.

It hangs there.

Hanging has become the greatest horror of Patriarch Mountain for thousands of years.

"Tong Qingyu, what kind of monster have you created?" Lin Shouxi sighed.

Tong herring flowers are discolored.

She had no idea that things would turn out like this.

"Can you kill it?" Tong Qingyu asked.

"If you don't do this clever act, I may still have the strength to fight, and now, it is fused with the power of the Patriarch's Fa Transformation, I" Lin Shouxi wanted to say and stopped.

"What then?" Tong Qingyu asked.

Lin Shouxi did not speak.

With his scorching sun, he pounced on the awakened god.

There is no choice.

Even if there is only a glimmer of life, he must declare war on the god of mourning, otherwise, everything in humanity will be destroyed.

Wind and thunder surged.

After Lin Shouxi collided with the relics of the ancestors, the entire ancestral mountain was shattered inch by inch.

The wind swept away from the Patriarch Mountain, destroying the withered and decaying.

The conch was unable to break through the hurricane and was pushed backwards.

On the cloud conch, Bai Zhu raised his eyes and looked into the distance and asked, "What's wrong?"

"An evil god is born." Chu Miao said firmly, "The god of mourning has still come. ，

"The god of mourning..."

When Bai Zhu heard such a terrifying thing, her hands and feet couldn't help but be cold, and she muttered, "Can Master stop it?"

"I don't know." Chu Miao shook her head.

At this time, Shi Yirao suddenly covered his chest and snorted miserably.

"Sister Shi, what's wrong with you?" Bai Zhu asked anxiously.

"The spell is broken." Shi Yirao said.

After being injured, Shi Yirao immediately understood what was happening, and she continued, "The evil god has occupied the ancestral relic and destroyed the magic foundation of everyone's god realm."

"Huh... Then why is Senior Sister Mu safe and sound?" Bai Zhu asked.

Mu Shijing glared at Bai Zhu and said coldly, "Senior sister is above people and gods."

The god of mourning actually did not destroy her magic foundation, for such a contempt, Mu Shijing was also angry, after she said 'protect the Dharma for me', she immediately took out the bamboo flute and began to play.

She wanted to summon the dragons of the Holy Soil Temple and fight for her.

However, as soon as the sound of her bamboo flute started, the sound was immediately tampered with by the god of mourning, and the attack of the dragons turned into retreat.

Mu Shijing tried to change the tune and recall them, but to no avail.

"What a bunch of stupid dragons, dumber than Bai Zhu!"

Mu Shijing sat on the cloud conch, looking at the group of dragons who turned around and ran, and was angry.

"If you don't give them orders, they may be slaughtered by the breath of the evil gods." Shi Yirao said.

"Sister Shi, don't say it..."

Mu Shijing was remorseful, she didn't expect that this evil god would be able to modify all the sounds that were unfavorable to it at will.

Just when Mu Shijing was disappointed, she suddenly heard a dragon groan.

It was a dragon groan coming from behind him.

Thick and long-lasting.

"You see, this girl still has sensible dependents!" Mu Shijing's eyes lit up.

Look back.

Behind them, there was a huge dragon shadow.

The smile on Mu Shijing's cheeks had not disappeared, and the dragon had already raised its dragon claws and slapped them down.

This was an unexpected scene.

Previously, even the God of Mourning had changed her summoning tune to 'Kill Mu Shijing, because of her bloodline, those living dragons would never be able to kill her.' However, now, as the dragon king, she has been attacked by another dragon.

At the critical moment, Bai Zhu controlled the cloud snail and sank suddenly, the cloud snail almost swept past the dragon's claws, and the terrifying claw wind almost cut the cloud snail in half.

The dragon missed, and immediately shook its head and spat dragon breath at the cloud snail.

Bai Zhu gritted his teeth and manipulated the cloud conch to rise vertically, avoiding this lava-like dragon's breath.

The dragon kept attacking, and Bai Zhu kept dodging.

This dodge has almost exhausted Bai Zhu's lifelong learning, and in some dangerous moments, she even feels that she has become one!

After avoiding more than a dozen attacks in a row, the conch distanced himself from the dragon.

The women looked towards the dragon and realized that it was no ordinary dragon.

The dragon has fierce hands and sharp claws, but it has no scales on its surface, instead it has smooth steel, and its huge body has no flesh and blood, and what drives it to move is a myriad of intricate gear structures! In the center of these structures, there is a vaguely oval-shaped thing stretching and contracting, and that is the heart. The heart is not imaginary, it is the real dragon's heart.

It's like a mechanical dragon!

The mechanical dragon opened its mouth, and a human voice came out:

"Little girls, are you monks from Patriarch Mountain?"

"The dragon is talking?" Bai Zhu Luo's face was pale.

"What are you?" Mu Shijing asked coldly.

As the dragon king, she couldn't understand the heels of the strange dragon in front of her at all.

"I am the hall master of the Thousand Puppet Palace, Master Guangtian." The dragon opened and closed his mouth, claiming his identity, saying, "This is the masterpiece that I have worked hard for hundreds of years, and the most unique doll in my most work, you... Do you like it?"

In the pupils of the mechanical dragon, a light lit up, and the seven colors flickered back and forth, which was very dazzling.

"Master Guangtian?!"

Mu Shijing remembered.

At the beginning, when she was in the western Xinjiang, she and Lin Shouxi were attacked by the Thousand Puppet Palace, at that time, she and Lin Shouxi teamed up to kill several people from the Thousand Puppet Palace, and the hall master of the Thousand Puppet Hall also said that they served Master Guangtian, and Master Guangtian was a genius who was creating a great thing.

It turns out that the person behind the Thousand Puppet Hall is creating a mechanical dragon!

The dragon's heart was still used, but his body was replaced by steel that could be used by him.

"When I was in the West, a few little dolls ruined my hundred-year-old plan, making the dragon's forging a full fifty years late...... It's a pity, it's a pity." Master Guangtian looked at them from a distance and asked, "I heard that several of the people who ruined my plan at the beginning were disciples of Yunkong Mountain, and I see your robes......

"We are disciples of the Patriarch Mountain, and we have worshiped under the Patriarch Mountain since we were children!"

Mu Shijing and Bai Zhu said in unison.

"Oh, Patriarch Mountain disciple, that's not bad—" Master Guangtian said. In order to create this terrifying killing weapon, Master Guangtian has lived in seclusion in the desert for hundreds of years, and the long and boring years have made him resentful.

No matter who the other party is, now he just wants to kill.

I don't know what this Guangtian Master activated, and in the blink of an eye, three pairs of wings were born on the dragon's back.

Three pairs of wings flapped at the same time.

The wind dragged the dragon into the air, and the dragon raised its hideous head of steel and chased after Bai Zhu's cloud snail.

Up and down the mountain, two fierce battles unfolded at the same time.

The situation is bad on both sides.

The decisive battle on the Patriarch Mountain was overwhelmed by black clouds, and among the black clouds, the outline of the red sun sometimes appeared and sometimes disappeared, the color became darker and darker, and there were more and more cracks on the surface.

This shows that Lin Shouxi can't hold on.

Shi Yirao's spell was destroyed, and he had fallen into the realm, and no longer had the strength to compete with this mechanical evil dragon, so he could only dodge with the cloud snail.

Dodging is not a long-term solution.

As the mechanical dragon continued to attack, the cloud snail was still hit, and it smashed to the ground like a meteor.

Bai Zhu and Chu Miao, who were in a similar realm, were both injured to varying degrees, and although Mu Shijing was sometimes protected by Rao, he was still not lightly injured, and his bones were like falling apart, and it was difficult to stand up at all.

"So vulnerable?"

The dragon walked slowly towards them, raising its claws made of giant blades.

Bai Zhu stood up suddenly, stretched out his arms, and stopped everyone in front of him.

Such a move does not mean much more than to prove her loneliness. Bai Zhu's petite flesh and blood body is not a shield, it is impossible to block the claws of the mechanical evil dragon, once this claw falls, it must be the end of Bai Zhu being cut into shredded radish.

The claws fell.

Bai Zhu did not die.

Instead, the claws cracked in the air and fell like iron filings.

"This ......"

Master Guangtian didn't understand what was happening, and was left speechless in shock.

He looked forward, and suddenly realized that there was another person in front of him.

A woman in a green dress.

The woman in the green dress was elegant and ethereal, with a gentle face, and when she appeared, the whole world was silent.

Bai Zhu looked at the person who came, only feeling familiar, but he couldn't remember who she was for a while.

"Seniors are ......"

"It's really a negative turnip, and you don't even remember the person who planted and raised you single-handedly? Hey, I should have let Xiaoyu shovel you back then."

The woman in the green skirt leaned down, picked up Bai Zhu's face, looked left and right, and finally said a good word: "It's beautiful, and it doesn't insult the orthodoxy of Taoism."

"You, you, you..."

Bai Zhu's eyes widened suddenly, she remembered who the other party was, and she became incoherent.

"Who are you a witch who recounts the old days in front of me? Don't you exist when I do!!" Master Guangtian was furious.

The mechanical dragon jumped in the air, its pupils were bright, and its six wings were open, like a demon world, and a nightmare descended from the sky!

The woman in the green dress glanced at it and said, "Don't make a noise."

She lifted her sleeves.

The mechanical evil dragon fell to the ground and turned into a pool of broken copper and iron, and the Guangtian Master in the dragon's body was killed in an instant, and the hundred years of penance disappeared.

The woman in the green dress gently brushed her sleeves and didn't look at it anymore, as if she had just done a small thing within her ability.

"Is that you?"

Shi Yirao immediately remembered her.

A hundred years ago, this mysterious woman in a blue dress once appeared, she defeated seven goddesses in a row, and then climbed the god wall, and used her sword to severely damage the evil god of consciousness!

Who the hell is she?!

"Lord Palace! You're still alive!"

The memories broke through the air, Chu Miao was like an arrow, trembling all over, she couldn't believe that the scene in front of her was true, she couldn't believe that the woman in front of her was still alive!

Gong Ying also turned her gaze to her.

"Xiao Miao, long time no see."

She stroked Chu Miao's hair and continued:

"You've grown up too, you've grown up to be the same generation as me."

(Sorry.,It's a bit of a card.,Failure to make up.,Tomorrow is a reunion chapter with Chu Chu.,Write as much as you can.,Make up the number of words)