Wang Xiaotao stayed in the Bailian Temple at the bottom of the cave for three days and three nights, and no one knew what she was in it or what she was doing.

When Wang Xiaotao walked out of the Hundred Lotus Temple, it was a sunny day.

Wang Xiaotao squinted her eyes, stretched out her hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and a faint warmth leaked from between her fingers, reflecting the warmth of the whole body.

When Wang Xiaotao left, countless faith powers in Jiuzhou poured into this dim, small temple like gold leaf, gently wrapping the idols, and the mine was full of flowers in a day.

Colorful flowers adorn the black and steep mines, covering the blood-soaked mineral soil, and protecting everything in it with a gentle and powerful gesture, miners, families, gods, heaven and earth, mountain spirits.

Wang Xiaotao walked step by step for a long time.

In the midst of such a casual pace, it was soon night.

Everything that was day was gone, and all the light and red, the clouds and blue, the green vegetation, and the drunken stains of the valley were drowned into black shadows in the deep night.

Wang Xiaotao was empty, she didn't go through the knock mountain alone, and she arrived at the enchantment of the old mother palace of Lishan, at this time she had already ascended to the immortal, after Li Jiuyan died, there was no such a powerful senior brother in the old mother palace to maintain the majesty of the old mother palace.

Lishan's mother was silent, as if she was still in retreat.

Retreat, retreat.

Pretending to be deaf and dumb, and turning a deaf ear to the suffering of the world.

Wang Xiaotao returned to the old mother's palace alone, in the small courtyard where he once lived, in this small courtyard, there are 600,000 graves that Wang Xiaotao set up for the people of Dingzhou.

Under the bright sun, Wang Xiaotao crossed the remains of the guardian formation set up by Li Jiutong back then, and pushed open the courtyard door with a 'squeak'.

Li Jiuyan felt the boundless chill when he saw this dense grave, but Wang Xiaotao laughed, "I'm back." ”

She was greeted by dense wooden tombstones, which were like silent faces, staring at Wang Xiaotao.

The names on the tombstones are all hewn with blood, and those with names are all people Wang Xiaotao once knew, and those without names are replaced by place names.

The stele drips blood, the stele moans, and the stele is noisy.

Most of the souls of the 600,000 people in Dingzhou have been sent to Huangquan by Wang Xiaotao and reincarnated as adults again.

But after being reincarnated, they are brand new people, no longer the people Wang Xiaotao knows.

Wang Xiaotao didn't go to them, and in her place, 600,000 people died as they died.

There is no reincarnation, there is no future, and those who die are dead.

The world is vast, and only here is evidence of their existence.

Wang Xiaotao walked to a blank tombstone, squatted down, her nails were lightly scratched, the golden divine blood slowly oozed out, she cut her fingers, and slowly wrote a few words on this blank tombstone:

'The Tomb of King Xiaomoss of Dingzhou'.

Wang Xiaotao sat down in front of her freshly baked tombstone, which was the tombstone she left for herself.

She lived in these tombstones for a long time, wiping them diligently, praying day and night, and not being able to bear the dust.

"Daddy and Auntie, this wine is very delicious, when I have free time in the past few years, I learned to make wine from the wine fairy, you see, I made a very delicious wine with my own hands."

Wang Xiaotao waved his sleeves, and a jar of wine was placed in front of the entire courtyard and all the tombstones, and Wang Xiaotao himself was full of heavy wine jugs that exuded a strong aroma.

"This wine tastes very good, it should be very popular, I originally wanted to call it Fuyao wine, but I regretted it later, there are many, many Fuyao in this world, but there is only a small moss."

Wang Xiaotao shook the wine jug and drank all the jars in one gulp, "So I named this wine Xiaomoss, Xiaomoss wine, but it doesn't seem to sound very good, and probably no one will like to drink it in the future." ”

"It's a pity that such a delicious little moss wine, but no one seems to come to drink with me tonight, you ······. Stay with me. ”

There was no answer, no wind gently brushed her slightly hot cheeks, the sky and the earth were silent, not even the cicadas chirped and the insects chirped.

Only herself.

She was accompanied only by 600,000 cold and silent tombstones.

The real parting did not have a long pavilion ancient road, nor did he persuade the gentleman to drink a glass of wine, but on an early morning as usual, some people stayed yesterday.

Everyone was moving forward, as if she was the only one who had stayed yesterday.

Yesterday in my mind.

Wang Xiaotao drank all the little moss wine in this small courtyard in this small courtyard, and she toasted to each tombstone, with the spirit of wine, and drunk to talk to each tombstone.

"Would you be happy to see me now? Will you like me now? ”

"But it doesn't matter if you like it or not."

"I've done everything I need to do."

When Wang Xiaotao fell asleep in front of the tombstone holding the wine jar, the cold mountain breeze on Lishan finally found a gap and blew.

The mountain breeze blew slightly, as if someone was talking, as if someone was answering.

The voices fluttered and overlapped, and they could not be heard clearly, and there was no need to hear them clearly, as if the wind all over the mountains and fields were whispering in a noisy voice.

In an instant, the whole cemetery seemed to come alive.

The whole mountain seems to be alive.

They were clamoring, whispering, making noise, and making countless unwarranted sounds, enthusiastically surrounding Wang Xiaotao, who was drunk on the ground.

They are for the living, for life, for suffering, for happiness.

Shout out for all that is precious in this world.

But Wang Xiaotao couldn't hear these sounds.

She didn't dream, just had a peaceful and quiet sleep.

When she woke up, the sky was bright, and Wang Xiaomoss stretched her waist and laughed.

She rolled up her sleeves, made a small bowl of braised pork in the yard, fried a green vegetable, boiled pickled soup, cooked a bowl of rice, and ate happily.

Alone, you can also eat well.

After eating, clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and restore everything to the beginning, Wang Xiaotao has not eaten the diet of the world for a long time, and has eaten all the vegetables and rice, it is rare to be so full, and I can't help but feel full.

She can actually use spiritual power to digest these foods, but she doesn't, she just feels these delicious foods that she hasn't eaten for a long time, feels the wind blowing in the world, and the sun that shines.

Everything was perfect.

Before closing the courtyard door, Wang Xiaotao said goodbye to the tombstones in the courtyard, "I'm leaving, this time, maybe I won't come back." ”

"You guys, don't wait for me any longer!"

Wang Xiaotao walked out of the old mother's palace step by step and went down to Lishan.

At the foot of Li Mountain, all the black-robed priests of Jiuzhou had already gathered at the foot of the mountain, they had been waiting for her for a long time, and everyone had wet marks of dew on their bodies.

Wang Xiaotao looked at them, just nodded slightly, and had no extra words.

There are many familiar faces in the team, Li Hei, Xingzhu, Xiaobao······

Those who are familiar and unfamiliar have all come to the bottom of Lishan Mountain to greet Wang Xiaomoss who came down the mountain.

Everyone drove the clouds away, and there was only one destination, the head of the five mountains, the auspicious Mount Tai.

In this battle, the sword is pointed at Mount Tai.

At the same time, Heavenly Court also discovered the strangeness of the mortal world, and finally confirmed that Wang Xiaotao did not know how to escape the detection, and it was not Wang Fuyao who survived in the 100,000 mountains, but Wang Xiaotao, the mother of Fuyao.

Wang Xiaotao is not dead at all.

Wang Xiaotao braved the disapproval of the world, slaughtered Yunzhongjun, and deceived the Heavenly Palace.

What a heinous sin!

The Emperor of Heaven was furious and ordered 50,000 heavenly soldiers to descend to earth and kill Wang Xiaotao.

The men and horses on both sides were ready to go.

A big war is imminent, and it is about to break out.

Once the sword is drawn, it is another ten years of calamity.

The next chapter should be fatter, and put the last battle in one chapter. The bitter hand of the battle scene······ The end is in sight!