There were six of the eight delusional gods left, and two of the gods disappeared, Li Pichen suddenly explored the surroundings, but this voice came from the underworld, resounding in the world, and he couldn't find the source at all.

When—

Faintly, as if the ancient bell was ringing, at the end of the depth, where the light fell, under the hometown of heaven, there seemed to be the laughter of countless inhuman beings.

Just like that, two gods were killed in front of them?!

Are you kidding?!

Rumble!

Covered by the huge Qi breath, Li Bichen paid attention to the every move of all living beings above the Heavenly Desolation.

"Who?"

The sound was huge, Li Bichen was indeed a little shocked this time, since the last time he met the Divine Ancestor, there had never been such a strange scene.

Can you erase the traces of the gods under your nose?

Who is the master of this dark voice?

This celestial power covered the remaining gods, including their bodies, and spread to the entire heavenly and desolate heavens and earth.

The faces of the six gods were confused, and one of them looked at Li Bichen who was looking around, and wondered, "Great god, but what does you feel wrong?"

Li Bichen looked at him, suspicious and stunned: "You ......"

The god who was talking to Li Bichen was angry, he was very puzzled, he didn't understand what happened to Li Bichen, and the latter stared at him at this time: "The eight gods of the world ......"

"What are you talking about? We only have six gods. ”

Hearing the anger, it was very strange, Li Bichen was already alarmed in his heart, his eyes swept over, and he asked directly: "Then why are Lu Mengshen and Tianxi no bitter?"

"Lu Mengshen, who is that?"

The six gods looked at each other, and a sword roar suddenly rose from the sword box on Li Pichen's back, and a heavy killing force enveloped here, and the six gods were suddenly shocked: "What are you doing?!"

Li Bichen's face was as cold as ice: "Just now, Lu Mengshen was shocked by the wreckage of the Realm Heaven, and now you can't remember him?"

The look of doubt in Wuwen's angry eyes was even worse: "The great god is above, there is indeed no Lu Mengshen here!"

The roar of the four swords had almost condensed into an ocean, Li Pichen raised his hand, and his fingertips manifested a magnificent killing qi: "I ask you, why am I here?"

Wuwen Nu didn't think about it: "Naturally, I came here to save people." ”

Li Bichen: "You have five divine trees, three divine grasses, all have gods, yes or no?"

Wuwen Fu: "Of course!"

Li Pichen: "Who is the god of the northern tree?"

Wuwen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a hand smashed on his head, and his eyes showed a look of confusion.

"Yes...... It's ......"

The other five gods were shocked, Li Bichen's eyes were bright, and it was at this time that he said: "Five hundred years ago, I brought my deceased Guan Shanyue in, and then voted for the god of the Tongling King, is it the god of the tree?"

Wuwen's angry face suddenly became painful: "Yes...... But...... Stinging ......"

At this moment, in the dark, the voice that came from nowhere sounded again.

Li Bichen heard it, and then the overwhelming breath smashed towards the Eight Desolations!

Those breaths turned into sword light, and the sword roar of the world tore the blue sky to pieces, and the sky and the world, as if there was no one who could stop it!

One of them landed in the northwest of the sky, and was swallowed up by the raging sunlight.

Even though it's sunset.

The voice is still saying: [Wrong, this needs to be corrected ......]

[In the five directions and three places, the tree should be the place where the dragon lives, so the god here should have the ...... of the dragon]

[Hmm...... Long Ying, the word dragon is noble and sacred. Ying has the meaning of the world and the sea, and also overlaps with one of the three mountains. The dragon of the pond is the meaning of the dragon. 】

[Long Ying, dressed in a royal robe, born a god, like a human form, with three eyes on the head, is the god of the tree, in charge of the rotation of the four seasons......]

[If you live in a tree and live in vain, and eat its fruits, you will not be bitter for life. 】

[Written in the Heavenly Desolation Text.] 】

Li Bichen listened to these voices, and then his gaze contracted violently!

Not far in front of him, a god suddenly appeared out of thin air!

"Long Ying! yes, how did I forget his name! He is the god of the northern stinging trees!"

"The one who was on duty five hundred years ago was Long Ying!"

Wuwen was angry and suddenly danced, his voice spread, and when Long Yingshen saw Li Bichen at this time, he actually said directly:

"The great god also asked to extinguish the wrath of the thunder, five hundred years ago, it was the little god who was on duty, didn't the great god already know about this?

He occupies the "past" of heavenly joy and suffering, and at this time suddenly appears, and the rest of the gods are actually ......

It's hard to put into words!

Li Bichen stared at him: "You are the god of the northern tree?"

Long Ying was puzzled: "It's the little god ......"

Li Bichen: "Heaven is happy and there is no suffering?"

Long Ying: "Who is that?"

When his words fell, Li Bichen suddenly slashed with one hand, and a day and night light fell, and Long Yingshen was directly cleaved by this sword!

Destroying the withering and decaying, Li Bichen waved with one hand, and the huge gossip array covered the sky and the sun, and the hexagram rotated at the moment of "shocking the hexagram"!

Thunder and rain, Tianjun's anger, all the gods were hit, at this time, the mixed yuan opened the hexagram, the emperor was shocked, directly triggered the thunder of the eight directions, and shook the six gods to death!

The gods of the world are destroyed!

Li Bichen raised his hand and killed several peerless figures, and at this time he already had a guess in his heart that these gods may not exist at all, they were artificially created!

Just as he created a god from a dream, the master of that voice must be the true lord of the world!

His eyes moved to the northwest of the sky, it was the end of the sunset, and at this time, a mysterious breath appeared, and Li Bichen's ear bell heard the bell again.

This is a chime, not a Hong Zhong Dalu.

At the same time, with questions and curiosity.

[Huh, you're not the one I write about, what's interesting, who are you, where do you come from, and where are you going?]

[For everyone who comes to the wilderness, I have written the future for them, because their past cannot be changed. 】

[This is a very interesting thing, from ancient times to the present, there are few people who have escaped in my pen, so, who are you, why can't my pen touch you?]

Under the setting sun, a tall and thin figure appeared, his face could not be seen clearly, he carried a bamboo bookcase behind him, held a brush in his left hand, and ...... his right hand Three fingers hold the book, and the remaining two have ropes strung on them, and a grass carp hangs underneath.

This is unimaginable, the moment he appeared, Li Pichen even had a fantasy, as if this person was the supreme being who carved the heavens and the earth.

But after this moment, there was a sudden resounding of the Tranquility Sutra in my heart!

Why did you really go into the realm of delusion?

Blunder!

Li Bichen looked at him with a shock:

"What I guessed, sure enough, the eight gods of the world are all illusory, and how life and death are reincarnated are determined by the predecessors!"

"To be honest, I'm really surprised, I can't imagine that there is such an existence as a predecessor in the world?"

"Where did the seniors come from, and where are they going?"

The writer under the sunset spoke, with a kind of nostalgia, the grass carp in his hand was still struggling, and he flicked his tail twice from time to time:

"I'm just writing some stories, and I'm going to write them for a long, long time, and I've written some other things before, well...... "Three Graves" and "Five Classics". ”

"The state of the desolate sky was written by me, and this place was originally transformed by the desolation of the sky, just like me, it is an abandoned existence. ”

"Of course, now I am just an inconspicuous ...... Writers. ”

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