The ghosts are crying, the ghosts are howling, they are telling the tragic fate of a race, a history of dark suffering, despair and pain, this dead world, full of corpses and remains, converging into an endless sea of corpses and blood.

A group is greatly created by heaven and earth, blessed with immortality, and has the virtue of a good life in heaven, and each ethnic group has its own meaning of existence.

But the temptation of immortality is too great, and it is precisely because of immortality that these creatures have suffered the calamity of immortality, and they have been kept in captivity like a great medicine, and the world they live in is false, and memories are written, like dreams, but illusions.

The corpses here have been picked and pressed to the extreme, and the remaining residues are discarded like garbage.

They had died once, lost their medicinal significance, and were piled up here, and this was the land of extermination, full of blood and hatred, and the souls of the dead were not dispersed, and existed for eternity.

Captive living beings, just to pick the fruits of immortality, a race, suffering from a long period of destruction, is tantamount to the hatred of extermination, no, more hateful than it.

This kind of behavior is very hateful! Meow Jiu heard some stories told by the Great Sage, and he hated it deeply Once, the heavens had a unity, turning one side of the life planet in the lonely universe into a medicine garden, planting avenues, and encircling the forbidden land to raise the spirit, which provoked the anger of the heavens and the resentment of the people, and the anger of the people and the gods.

The ancient emperor was furious, the emperor was hot, and a finger attacked, the earth shattered and floated, the sky full of stars exploded, turned into powder, and the light of the avenue of destruction came to the world, turning the square path into a Jedi, washed in blood, and disappeared.

"Those are gone, I'm just a cat, seeing what happened to you, I can't persuade you to laugh and grudge, it's really tragic. Meow Jiu's voice trembled, and he whispered, even if he was afraid of the ghosts, but also because he was upset about this encounter, the hatred of a group was too heavy.

After countless years of hard work, again and again, hope was ruthlessly extinguished, either failure or failure, they all failed, no, one of them succeeded, it was a ...... Flaming red rosefinch.

"I hate injustice, I hate myself for being incompetent, my people, what should I do?" Meow Jiu's ears moved, he heard a different voice, and there were creatures in doubt.

"Hah...... I don't know if I should do this, will you forgive me?" This creature is a vermilion bird, very sacred, but it is entangled, it is choosing a very difficult choice, it will be accompanied by weeping and sorrow, which is the most helpless measure of despair.

"Who knows, we are not divine birds, we are not human beings, we have attained immortality, but we cannot cultivate the Tao! ”

"We love peace, we don't want strife, we just want to live in seclusion, live in peace and stability, ignore the noise of the outside world, and be undisturbed, but ah! Our road is dark, and we can't find the other side with all the best efforts of the whole race!"

"Is this wish an extravagant wish for us? What are we here for? Are we just treasures in their mouths?...... Hahaha, ridiculous, ridiculous! We just want a stable life! We just want to live freely, is this impossible?" The Suzaku began to cry as he spoke, and he spread his wings and flew high, burning himself, and the divine fire was overflowing, surging, and the world was burning, and the mountains were burned into black coal, and the sea was steaming, and the world was a sea of fire, and he was like the sun bathed in divine fire, and he was present to God

On top of the mountain.

"But what are you going to do? You can't get out of it. The Suzaku was whispering, asking about its people.

"We only seek deliverance from this hell, so that this hatred burns through the ages, and burns through the firmament. "The people are indifferent, they are very religious, and they sacrifice the power of faith.

The power of faith that has accumulated for eternity is like a river of time, it rolls in, and it all belongs to the Suzaku body, and he succeeds and achieves the great sacredness.

He cried and cried, weeping sadly, cutting off the connection between the divine bird and the villagers, cutting off the immortality, and spitting out a mouthful of holy blood, the villagers and the gods and birds were all sluggish, the heaven and the earth were black, and there was blood, and then thunder and rain, and the sky seemed to be crying.

"Perhaps, this is the way back for our race!" he compromised, looked at the false heavenly dome, and scolded loudly, "I fuck your uncle! We don't need you to cry with a fake heart!"

Then, Meow Jiu saw a picture, it was the jade burned, and the same was silent, there was no way, this Suzaku who stepped into the Great Divine and cut off all the clansmen.

There was a rain of blood in the sad world, the sacred mountain burned, the vitality gradually dissipated, those bones dispersed in the fire, Suzaku stood in the fire, his back looked lonely, very lonely, he raised the butcher's knife to his people, became a big demon, and took all the cause and effect alone.

"In the future, who will remember the names of our people, and who will know who we are?...... Even we, forgotten. ”

"Hahaha...... What needs to be left in this dark world!" He looked up to the sky and desolate, laughing out loud and venting his damn hatred.

"Whatever you remember, you should die!" he swooped down, swept up the world's rain of fire, landed in front of the stairs, and went all the way up, his wings stirred, and the mountain gates disintegrated, one after another, and the fragments fell into the void, and finally, he tore his feathers, carved them on the mountain gate with his claws, and entered the cavern, destroying the sacrificial ground, leaving a notch, and then rushing straight up, crying and rushing up to the heavenly dome.

"My people are dead, I can't live anymore, thief, I'm dead, An can wait for you!"

The violent impact seemed to make the stars tremble, the heavens roared, the avenues were retreating, the aftermath of the shock cut down the top of the mountain, the struggle between the ants and the dragon, he was seriously injured and dying, his body was illusory, and gradually dissipated, he broke through a corner of the void, went forward, rolled up the top of the mountain, escaped into the dark and endless place, and self-transformed into the general trend.

He was deeply infected, what kind of determination did he make to let this Suzaku exterminate his own clan and kill his family.

"Immortality is dead, and there will never be a so-called elixir of longevity...... But at the end of the testimony, I don't know who you are or what race you are......"

"Little friend ......" This is a faint divine thought, like the light of a broken candle, crumbling, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

"Meow Woo ......" Meow Jiu was frightened, jumped up, fell to the ground unsteadily, dripping and rolling for a while, finally stopped, covered his head and cocked his tail, shivering.

"Little friend, I have no ill intentions. "It seems to come from ancient times, across the dark years, the faint sound, which will be extinguished at any time, like a ghost whisper, resounding in my mind.

"You...... You...... What do you want to do?"

“...... Can you help my people get out of it?"

"Detachment? I won't!"

“...... You will, a passage ......"

Meow Nine refused, but the voice

seems to have relied on him, and gradually resentful, becoming deeply ghostly, scaring Meow Jiu a lot.

In the end, Meow Jiu compromised, he understood that there was really an old monster in this mountain, just to wait for him to go up the mountain, but when he remembered that the Vermilion Bird still had left, maybe it was just a wisp of obsession, and it was also admired by the cat.

His eyes were merciful, tears fell, he was already crying, and at this moment he was more like a meow meow true Buddha with compassion in his arms.

"Although I can't persuade you to accept it, this resentful appearance is certainly not your original face. ”

Meow Jiu Miao is solemn, began to chant the "Cangdian", he will be the scriptures of this, although it is not a human scripture, but this is a real and complete emperor scripture, the vast emperor is the most majestic righteousness in the world, the most powerful breath, you can use the most holy emperor to purify the soul.

The mellow meow nine seems to turn into a relic, and the Buddha's light is full of light, turning into the bright light in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, bringing light to the world.

So, Meow Jiu recited the scriptures in his mouth, and from his body hung out a thousand zhang of divine light, releasing immeasurable brilliance, showing that the avenue was sacred, the syllables were ethereal, and the halo purified the dead heaven and earth.

The big orange power seal above his head floats, but also releases divine light, echoing his body, the light shines on his body, the light of the body is through, everything shines, all around the body, no measure of people, no seclusion, divine power.

Meow Jiu's voice was not loud, but the dead heaven and earth were echoing, swaying layer by layer of brilliance, illuminating the mountains and rivers.

Because this is not only him reciting, but also sitting in the sea of knowledge, and a wisp of qi is also reciting.

It can be seen with the naked eye that those unjust souls have indeed been purified, and their eyes have regained their clarity, and they are really so clear, without dirt, and those eyes should be looking at a better tomorrow, not darkness.

Their hatred dissipated, and they resented the endless years, and finally they were detached now, but they were bitter about the Vermilion Bird.

Meow Jiu's body is a little bright, gradually ethereal, his surroundings seem to turn into a holy area, golden lotus falls from the sky, mountains and seas bloom different flowers, thousands of glows, ten thousand ups and downs, the dead are resurrected, his words, like the sound of the sky, full of mystery.

The purified villagers smiled, the birds flew, they surrounded Meow Jiu, prayed for him, expressed their gratitude, and some of the wish power flew into Meow Jiu's body, which was sucked by the seeds of the big chun, and then, began to generate rapidly, getting closer and closer to breaking out of the ground.

Meow Jiu continued to recite the scriptures, the brilliance spread farther and farther, the breath of the real emperor made the heaven and earth new, the piled up corpse mountain seemed to be a fantasy shattered, revealing the original vibrant Lingshan appearance, the sea of blood turned into the source of life, the sky is clear, the sea and the sky are the same color, the dead heaven and earth are reborn, regained vitality.

There are more and more villagers who have been purified, and the scope is getting wider and wider, and Meow Jiu seems to have come into contact with the Gate of Myriad Myrias, as if it is a great sacred.

That Vermilion Bird has achieved the Great Sacred, but it can be compared to Daoqing and the Buddha, but he only has one obsession left, and his true body has long since died.

Seeing the familiar face gradually reflected, he was like a wronged teenager who wanted to cry when he saw his family.

Suzaku gradually appeared among the villagers, and he waited quietly for the return of the other clansmen with his acquaintances as companions.

In the end, after Meow Jiu finished reciting, the world changed greatly, and the villagers and divine birds all looked at him, their eyes full of gratitude.

(This book was first published on the Chinese website)