"The clouds return, the mountains are green"

The call became more and more violent, and the content became clearer.

"What the hell does this mean! You can just say it clearly, why are you playing dumb riddles!" David Lin's heart was beating faster, and a throbbing from the depths of his soul made his emotions greatly affected.

"In a lifetime, in a dream, a piano and a song, change every day"

As the singing gradually increased, he suddenly felt a little sleepy, his eyelids became a little heavy, and it seemed that there was a magic force pulling him into sleep

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David Lin had a very strange feeling, he stood in the sky above a huge ice and snow forest, looking ahead, his heart was extremely surprised, he knew that he had been taken into a dream, he knew very clearly that he was dreaming.

The environment in this dream is a lonely forest of ice, on the edge of the shore of white sand, a few white birds in the sky fly by in a hurry, and the hoarse chirping in the air is so desolate that people want to cry.

He was high in the air, and saw a white-haired and blue-eyed old man with a back that seemed to be pressed down by the years, holding a young boy with black hair and silver eyes, standing in front of a blood-stained tombstone mound, facing the indifference of the silent ocean, and his ears were piercing through the air and hissing, and tears flowed down his face.

02 Sadly, the white bird screamed above the old man's head, swept and spread, like a fire that burned the sky and devoured the pain in the old man's heart.

02 The icy forest, the miserable white sand and stones, the white waves, and the surging foam render an extremely sad artistic conception.

Under this snowy sky, it was extremely desolate, and at this time another white bird flew across the sky, and when the old man raised his head, it let out a tear-jerking desolate roar, and then flew to the higher sky.

The roar of the snowbird, for some reason, sounded particularly painful.

When the old man heard the voice, he cried bitterly, depressed and swollen sadness, gushing out of his throat from his chest, tears flowed like hot lava on his old cheeks, and the old man stroked the blood stains on the tombstone, his movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was treating a relative, and those blood stains had long since dried up and were left forever.

The pain of this sadness can not be calmed for a long time, time has lost its meaning at this moment, only this sadness is the truest portrayal of the old man's heart, the flawless little face of the pheasant child looks at the sky in confusion, his eyes are transparent and pure.

I don't know what kind of years it takes for Lu Dao to understand the pain in the old man's heart, his blind old eyes, looking around blankly, and then seeing the dazzling sky.

David Lin's eyes stared at the young boy deadly, and he was extremely suspicious in his heart, he felt as if this pheasant child was looking at him, and there was a thoughtful light in those seemingly confused eyes.

"Who is this kid? Why do I feel so familiar with him? And who brought me into a dream, and what did I want to do when I saw this scene?"

He was full of thoughts in his heart, at this time he was confused, he didn't understand what was going on, in a valley that represented death, for what such a strange thing could happen, he wanted to know what this mysterious person who obviously didn't mean to hurt him wanted to do, what this dream represented!

There are too many unknowns, which makes David Lin stumble, he doesn't dare to move easily, for fear of causing something bad.

At this time, the old man spoke.

"Lin, have you seen the altar?"

02 "Yes!"

"One day, you will destroy the altar!"

"Destroy the altar?"

"Yes, my child, I firmly believe that you will be a hero in the hunt of gods. ”

"Remember! No matter where you are! What are you doing! You are the son of the great demon gods Lin Tian and Christina. ”

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As soon as the picture turned, the scene in front of David Lin changed again, he seemed to understand, this mysterious man was playing a movie, and the pig's foot was this little boy named Lin, he seemed to guess the intention of this mysterious person, so he continued to watch it patiently without making a sound.

Lin's childhood was filled with bloody killings and lonely silence.

In David Lin's eyes, it was like a journey full of darkness and misfortune.

These pictures are sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, like flowing water flowing gracefully in his heart, accompanying him through spring, summer, autumn and winter one after another.

At this time, Lin was seven years old, and the old man who had been by his side all the way also left him, and with his most sincere blessing, he stepped into the thirteenth staircase to hell.

For a long time after Lin became an adult, he would dream of the pale ice forest, the broken tablet that wept blood, and the old man who sang sadly.

The old man's words often rang in his ears, and he knew that he was an enemy of God, a prodigal who wandered in darkness.

Lin's birth was destined to be extraordinary, he had broken silver eyes that were different from ordinary people since he was a child, he could see demons and ghosts in the world, and demons and ghosts could see him, but he was not willing to accept this innate gift, his mother, a witch who grew up in the most holy frozen fields, but because of his eyes, because he was suspected of being a demon son, Christina was killed by the ruthless gods as a heretic on the punishment pillar of the Inquisition.

And his father, a legendary figure from the mysterious world, Lin Tian, stabbed one by one, for Christina, to kill the Inquisition of the Holy See.

That day.

Bleak winds. Bitter rain. It's dusk. The ground is dark. Between heaven and earth, only Lin Tian'an's figure appeared in the supreme Inquisition of the Holy See.

02 With the scattered firelight in the sky, Lin Tian walked up to the execution pillar step by step, in his eyes only the sharp howling cold wind and snow and the blood covering the entire ground, the sky was empty and cold pale, and the earth was a dazzling red.

Lin Tian stood on the execution pillar and did not move, at the end of the earth, Christina's figure was faintly visible, and the heavy snow fell next to her like poplars.

Lin Tian walked over the Mountain of Blood Sea Corpses, knelt down in front of Christina, crossed his hands and hugged Christina to his chest, bowed his head and said to her, "Tina, I'll take you home." ”

That winter was the bloodiest winter in the Jiuqu Great World, with heavy snow fluttering like catkins and blazing bright red dotted in between, rendering a tragic and bloody picture. In the memories of some people, the day of the falling figures, their bodies under the silent sky, the dull sound of falling to the ground, they can never forget the horror of the piles of flesh and blood piled up into dirty snow, this fear followed them closely, adorned for the rest of their lives, pain and despair intertwined into nightmares, and accompanied them to sleep every day and night.

On that day, Lin Tian killed the Inquisition of the Holy See of the Divine Spirits, the Holy See of the Divine Spirits, the two powerful popes, and the four cardinal archbishops all went out.

The White Pope was killed in battle, the Cardinal Archbishop of the Nine Songs Great World was killed, and countless priests, knights, demon slayers, etc. died in that battle, and this battle caused the Holy See to suffer an almost irreparable blow, and had to fall into the [Silent Years] for the first time in history.

02 "God Holy See, wait, my descendant will come, one day, he will come and destroy you!"

In the end, Lin Tian left such a sentence, embracing Christina's figure with a broken body, and completely disappeared into the sunset, and his whereabouts were unknown.

This battle established the supreme prestige of the demon god, the demon god of Lintian, the name of the heaven-shattering god, and the eternal god spirit pillar.

A white-haired and blue-eyed old man with a dragon's head cane and a baby Xiaolin in his arms witnessed a battle that later generations called "the bloody shame of the Holy See", and that thrilling battle became an indelible wound in the memory of everyone in the Holy See.

02 History, reality, merged in the rain - into a sad and beautiful, real and absurd picture, the most desolate legend on the world of the Nine Songs of the Great World is thus returned to silence, and the story of blood and tears condensed is heard in every corner of the earth, a legend has passed, but new legends are constantly being staged.

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