Do you believe that there are gods in this world?

The heroic white jade statue is engraved with the shocking appearance of the gods. They hold magic weapons in their hands, fly to the sky, come back to life, are proud of the heavens and the earth, and are omnipotent.

For a long time, countless weeping people knelt at the feet of the gods, asking for guidance. Countless atrocities, loves, hatreds, righteousness, and attachments flowed through the slightly closed eyes of the gods, and all kinds of worldly events were coldly watched.

They are beyond samsara and are not among the five elements.

They also have no birth, old age, sickness and death, greed, hatred, obsession, seven emotions and six desires - they control everything in the universe, the sun, moon and stars, and all the changes between heaven and earth.

When night falls, the moon is clear, and you look up at the vast starry sky with the cloudy naked eyes of mortals, have you ever thought that somewhere in this brilliant royal blue sky, maybe there is a beautiful fairy who is soaring through the clouds and fog, happily swimming among the dome?

I don't know if they will understand how many hardships and tribulations they have to go through in their lives as mortals.

In just a few decades, we were born humble, ran around mediocrely, and finally died without a trace.

Yes, for hundreds of millions of years, the rolling red dust has been floating and tossing, but it is just a time for a tea to cool.

Countless people were born in this world and quietly departed, and in the eternal time, only they are the eternal existence.

Therefore, from ancient times to the present, there has never been a shortage of people who ask for immortals.

Emperors and generals, princes and grandchildren.

Menke monk, Zhang San Li Si.

In the thousands of years, the mortals who followed the footsteps of the immortal family went forward like a tide, some people said that it was for the sake of consolidating the hegemony for thousands of years, some people said that it was for the unfinished love affair of a lifetime, and some people said that it was for the benefit of the people.

Counting left and right, most of them are going to the word "immortality".

However, the real path of seeking immortals is to exhaust the truth of the universe, to seek the three thousand heavenly paths, and immortality is just an accessory.

The left and right are just a "desire" that can't be put down.

Desire is the demon of the heart.

On the long road of tens of thousands of years of seeking immortals, evil demons and foreign ways emerge in endlessly, strange and curious methods are often heard, absurd, absurd and cruel stories are often heard, it can be said that everything is used, and it is really eye-opening.

Here, a question is thrown -

Let me ask: If there is a chance to become an immortal, but you have to pay an incalculable and painful price, supplemented by cruel and bloody means, what will you do?

The answer, I'm afraid, will be creepy.......

"Our world was conceived by the Founding God. ”

It was a dull twilight, and the sky in the distance had fallen into night.

Yi Changqing sat quietly in the still remnants of the goose-yellow sunset, and gently looked at his sleepy son, Yi Han, who was lying on his lap.

In the twilight room, Yi Han's immature little face seemed to be brushed with diluted golden syrup, and the gentle and fine fur was visible in the sunset.

His already thin and slender figure was pulled longer by the slanting sun.

He stretched out a hand, gently rubbed Yi Han's finely soft hair, and continued to tell the story softly.

In the kitchen next door, his wife, Xiao Yan, with a strand of black hair scattered and an apron, was deftly turning the iron pot that made a slight crackling sound.

The reassuring and calm aroma of soft rice wafted out lightly and happily, gently flattening Yi Han's brows, and a trace of crystal saliva hung on the corner of his mouth, and he entered the world of dreams.

Yi Changqing smiled softly.

"The Founding God has four disciples, Hongjun, Mingkun, Nuwa, and Lu Quan........" Yi Changqing's voice was as gentle as possible.

"Hongjun is the ancestor of immortals, he created the immortal world....... Mingkun is the ancestor of demons, he created the demon world...... Nuwa is the ancestor of human beings........ the last Lu Jian who created human beings in the image of her lover....... he is the most special disciple, he-"

"Open the meal—" Xiao Yan leaned out half of his face from the kitchen sideways, interrupting Yi Changqing's words.

There was a smile on her face.

Yi Changqing raised his head slightly and smiled a little helplessly.

"Yi Han fell asleep again?"

"Hmm. ”

"I told you not to tell him your strange stories, and he didn't understand them. ”

Xiao Yan deliberately kept a straight face.

"The meal was just ready. ”

Yi Changqing tiptoed his son flat on the chair, stood up and rubbed his wife's long hair: "Let's eat first, and when he wakes up, it's hot." Now let him sleep for a while—"

In the warm and dim sun, the cold and round little ears were illuminated red, and the hair of the fine blood vessels was clearly visible. Yi Changqing hugged his wife, looked at his sleeping son silently, and then gently put his chin on her forehead: "It's good to have you here." ”

At nightfall.

Yi Han was vaguely woken up by the sound of an argument. He rubbed his wistful eyes, frowned at his immature and fair brow, and stood behind the door of the study. In the open door, the pure white light stretched the figure of the parents for a long time.

"What is this? You promised me to keep these things out of our lives!" Under the harsh light source, the mother was a little excited, but she pressed her throat desperately, pointing to a purple gilt wooden box that was sitting upright on the table.

Yi Han hid behind the door a little timidly, his big eyes showing a little fear.

The father sat on the bed without saying a word. Next to it was a dilapidated radio, singing a strange-pitched song on and off.

Is there a woman living there? Yi Han was very curious.

"Turn that off for me!" the mother was so angry that she trembled a little.

The father was silent for a long time, stood up abruptly, stretched out his broad hands, and tried to hug his mother: "Xiao Yan....... don't you understand, do you know, he is the Holy Son, the prophesied Holy Son....... he can give us salvation........ he should not be treated like this......"

A loud slap froze the movements of the two, and the room fell into a deathly silence.

"He's just my son. Xiao Yan trembled and choked a little.

"I thought you were really out of that place. She was heartbroken.

Father's hands fell.

"You will understand that only He can save us. ”

A slight whimper interrupted the conversation between the two, and Xiao Yan lowered his head and saw little Yi Han shrinking behind the door, looking at the two with tears in his eyes.

"Mom...... I'm afraid ......"

Xiao Yan hurriedly wiped a handful of tears, stepped forward to pick up Yi Han, and pressed his face to his face: "Don't be afraid of the good baby, mother is ........."

Yi Changqing's expression behind her was very complicated.

Another warm and quiet twilight.

Xiao Yan and Yi Changqing stood face to face in the dim living room, Xiao Yan's eyes were full of tears: "Do we really want to do this .......?"

Yi Changqing nodded solemnly.

"I can't bear to ....... him" Xiao Yan looked at Yi Han, who had fallen asleep, and finally couldn't control her tears, leaned on her husband's shoulder, and cried.

"They've found us. For the sake of easy cold, there is only this way. ”

As soon as the words fell, a dazzling white light that did not belong to this gloomy, quiet dusk reflected the back of Yi Changqing in the room from the end of the horizon.

Xiao Yan's beautiful cheeks were also white, as if a flash of lightning had brightened up the rainy night.

Yi Changqing looked at his wife, her beautiful eyes instantly reflected her figure against the strong light, and her gaze had already passed over to him and looked behind him.

Yi Changqing turned his head suspiciously—he saw from a distance that the sky that had fallen into darkness in the distance had returned to the brightness of day.

Several huge white light clusters rumbled through the thick clouds, seemingly slow, but rushing towards the ground at an alarming speed that was desperately fast.

The muscles on Yi Changqing's face trembled slightly, and his throat rolled, it was hard to say whether he was excited or afraid.

The remnants of the twilight sunset were still very weak, and the sky began to make loud noises.

The dazzling white light from the horizon swayed, making Yi Changqing frown slightly. He stiffened his hand, casting a thick black shadow between his fingers.

In a matter of moments, a shower of brilliant meteors covered the entire sky with unusually rich colors.

The huge meteor rumbled through the light of the setting sun with its flaming tail, and the earth became extremely soft in an instant, and the black-brown clods of earth and gravel fluttered up, and the originally sturdy building was like a house of cards in the mud, shattered at the slightest touch, and was ruthlessly shattered and splashed by the huge meteor, and disappeared into the brilliant light.

"Is the catastrophe coming........ is the catastrophe coming........ Yi Changqing's voice was hoarse.

Xiao Yan trembled his shoulders in fear, and grabbed Yi Changqing's arm in a panic with both hands.

"Are you here to punish me....... O supreme god........."

Yi Changqing trembled his shoulders, silently looking at the scene of meteors ravaging the city outside the window, his eyes were cloudy, sometimes very dull, sometimes very gloomy, he pushed his wife away, walked into the bedroom slowly and stiffly, and closed the door.

The earth began to shake violently.

The chandelier shook, the photo of a family of three on the wall fell to the ground and shattered, the wall panel cracked, and the white wall skin on the ceiling kept falling.

Xiao Yan didn't care about her husband who was acting strangely, she rushed forward and shook Yi Han up frantically, the tall mahogany bookcase next to the TV at home smashed in front of the two of them, and the splinters of glass splashed and cut Xiao Yan's cheeks, she screamed, hugged the frightened Yi Han tightly, kicked her feet around, kicked away the broken debris, and hugged her son tightly in the corner.

She opened her eyes in horror and cried helplessly, she didn't notice that Yi Changqing was already quietly standing beside him.

"Evergreen!!evergreen!!"

Xiao Yan trembled and called her husband's name, protecting Yi Han, who was sobbing softly, and stood up against the corner, her eyes revealing despair, fear and incomprehension, but there was a hint of relief, she looked at her husband who was standing in front of her, her eyes were hooked.

The door began to make a "knock knock" sound, and someone was slamming on the door.

If you don't leave, it's too late.

"Evergreen—"

I just opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound again.

A sharp pain hit, Xiao Yan looked down and saw that a knife with a cold light had stabbed into his left waist.

In an instant, the world was spinning, everything in front of her seemed to be something that happened to someone else, she couldn't believe that it was real, Xiao Yan's soul seemed to have flown out of her body, observing herself.

The intense pain became clearer and clearer, and Xiao Yan lost his strength in an instant.

Yi Changqing pulled out the knife, and Xiao Yan snorted in pain.

Yi Changqing's eyes were shining, his expression was extremely weird, he was holding an antique purple gilt wooden box in his hand, muttering something quietly and quickly in his mouth, Xiao Yan moaned in pain, his eyes were reflected in the blood-red sunset a little clearly, the rumbling sound outside robbed her hearing, and the heat and tears from the soft hair of her son in her arms stuck to her collarbone from crying......

She couldn't think about why Yi Changqing wanted to kill herself.

By the way, save the child.

She hugged Yi Han desperately and knocked Yi Changqing away, and the strong earthquake had already shook him to the ground. Yi Changqing got up on his hands and feet, but fell again, like a clumsy, slippery spider. His movements are funny and weird, but with a cold killing intent.

His body was stained with Xiao Yan's blood.

In the violent shaking of the earth, he raised his knife with a serious and painful expression, and begged his wife in an almost pleading and loving tone: "Yan'er, we can't escape...... The gods' catastrophe has come...... We can't escape... This is our final salvation and the only way to save our son....... come...... Join me in apologizing to the gods........."

Xiao Yan gasped violently, and the sharp pain in her waist had numbed her lower body.

She trembled her pale lips, covered Yi Han's eyes, and stared at Yi Changqing with painful and unbelievable tears.

She had retreated into the corner.

The sound of slamming on the door grew faster and louder.

Outside the window, a huge white light slammed into it with a strong high heat.

The young Yi Han saw through his mother's fingers his father's hideously twisted cheeks against the light, the scarlet bloody knife, the dazzling hot white light, the buzzing room, the trembling beams, and the creaking and shattering windows.

Before the terrifying meteor was about to shatter the entire building, Yi Changqing screamed and pounced on his wife and son.