Kunlun Jun asked: "Little Ghost King, why aren't you with your ghost clan members?"

The boy lowered his head, was silent for a while, and said softly: "I think it's dirty."

Kunlun Jun was stunned for a moment and asked with interest: "How is it dirty?"

The boy didn't dare to look at him, but stared at the reflection of Kunlun Jun floating on the water, and said seriously: "Besides knowing how to kill, what else do you know about eating? I don't want to be with them."

Kunlun Jun pointed out seriously: "This is how the ghost clan is."

The young ghost king's eyes were gloomy, but when he raised his head to face Kunlun Jun, he successfully restrained the tyranny again. It seemed that he had become accustomed to doing this. After a pause, he lowered his voice and asked softly: "Does I have to be the same as them because I was born as a ghost clan?"

Kunlun Jun did not answer. The boy stood up from the pool by himself, probably because he lost his appetite. He dragged the body of the Youjiao out and threw it aside, then washed his face with clean water, bent down silently, wrung the coarse cloth on his body, rolled up his trouser legs, and climbed up from the water. He glanced at Kunlun Jun, his eyes like crow feathers falling on the plain white snow, and then said in a very indifferent tone: "I don't like it, it's better not to live."

After he finished speaking, he was not close to the big stone he had just sat there, but now he had been occupied by Kunlun Jun. He just sat casually by the water, his feet were wet on the ground, looking at the direction of Deng Lin from afar, the mountains behind Deng Lin, the fog and snow on the top of the mountain, and the sky with lightning and thunder rolling in the pouring rain.

Kunlun Jun couldn't help asking: "What are you looking at?"

The boy reached out and pointed at his sight: "It's good-looking."

"What's good about rainy days?" Kunlun Jun said, sitting next to the boy leaning against the huge rock. "On the sunny days, the top of Kunlun Mountain is beautiful. The golden sunlight sets down and floats on the snow, like flowers blooming on the snow. The ice layer is rugged. In summer, a very small layer of fine grass, green, and various unknown small flowers - all such small flowers are called Gesang flowers."

The boy was stunned and turned his head blankly at Kunlun Jun.

Kunlun Jun suddenly paused: "Well, I can't see it now."

"Why?"

"In order to let you out, I poked a hole in the sky." Kunlun Jun couldn't help but reach out and touched his head. The young ghost king's hair seemed as soft as it looked, stiffening his neck, but it was motionless. He asked him to touch it gently, which was unimaginable. He had just chewed the neck of a ghost beast. If he looked closely, his mouth might not have been wiped clean.

This reminded Kunlun Jun of the kitten he raised.

"Why do you want to poke the sky out of the sky?" asked the young ghost king again.

"I promised." Kunlun Jun pressed on his head, "You don't understand, kid."

The boy raised his head very seriously: "I understand, I don't know what's outside. If I knew that Dafeng was so beautiful outside, I would have poked a hole in Dafeng back then."

Kunlun Jun shook his head and smiled softly. The young man looked at him intently. After a while, Kunlun Jun said softly: "It is better not to have a child than to have a child. You are a confidant."

After he said that, he stood up and turned to leave. Nuwa's figure flashed quietly in the air, busy and busy, as if he was still looking for the colorful stones to repair the sky in vain. Kunlun laughed softly, and the mountains and rivers were in a state of desolation. He felt a strange feeling of pleasure in his heart.

However, the young ghost king hesitated for a moment, stood up and followed him step by step.

Kunlun Jun ignored him and let him follow him. Suddenly, he raised his hand and rumbling mountains were set off on the ground, standing in the southeast Penglai, allowing the Lichs to enter Penglai to avoid disasters. The heavy rain finally turned into a huge flood, and it rushed east from the northwest highlands, moving forward and surging endlessly.

After a thousand miles of red land, the people were mourning, Zhuanxu knelt three times and kowtowed nine times to pray to the sky.

But the way of heaven is ruthless.

The young man from Ghost King followed Kunlun to the top of Penglai Mountain. The 100,000 mountains finally began to restlessness and spread to Penglai. The monsters panicked. The witch clan brought the former Chiyou tribe. Houyi, like his ancestors, took the tribe people to Penglai step by step. Some children were ignorant and cried in the crowd. The panic-defying adults were afraid of disturbing the gods and brought disaster to the tribe. They covered the child's mouth and suffocated the child to death in the middle.

Halfway through the road, the flood floods sank halfway through the mountain, and half swept away the people in the east. Leng Momo, who was on the top of the Jiutian Mountain, closed his eyes and made a statue like Nuwa.

Then a group of people in ragged clothes came to the west, led by an elderly man carrying a medicine basket, towards Penglai. Northern Emperor Zhuanxu followed the old man step by step, with a respectful expression. Kunlun Jun finally opened his eyes and said softly: "Shennong."

Shennong seemed to have some awareness, suddenly raised his head in the crowd, and lightning flashed across the turbid eyes.

He kept saying that he wanted to destroy Zhuanxu's people, but Kunlun, who had slaughtered all the human race, did not stop him. He was always unwilling to be willing to kill these creatures himself. He watched Shennong take the Central Plains human race to climb up Penglai with difficulty. Zhuanxu took his people to perform a grand ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows to Kunlun Lord, thanking him for protecting the sacred mountain, Shennong said nothing.

It was not until the human race retreated that Kunlun stood up. Before Shennong could tell, he was slapped loudly by the old man with white hair and trembling hair.

The young man from Ghost King suddenly showed his hideous nails and roared lowly, trying to pounce on Shennong, but was stopped by Kunlun Jun.

Kunlun Jun looked at the old and ugly old god and whispered: "You are no longer a god, you are about to die."

Shennong looked at him with his dim eyes: "I die to the point of death, seek benevolence. You are born from the mountains and earth, born with the ferocity of chaos, and merged into the three souls of the Axe of the Sky. I said that you were born with a red body, and you must have caused such a day of disaster, which will make the top of Kunlun Mountain fall all year round, but you have still come to this point."

Kunlun was silent.

"You cannot break through the long-term, cannot see through right and wrong, cannot distinguish between good and evil, and cannot distinguish between life and death. How dare you disobey the way of heaven?" Shennong said word by word, "You are brave and will definitely be doomed, you...ah!"

Shennong's words became a verse.

On the third day, the stars collapsed and ghosts were rampant.

On the fourth day, the flood rose, and all races continued to migrate to the top of the mountain. The conflict that the two Lich clans had been precipitated for a long time finally broke out.

On the seventh day, the two Lich tribes continued to fight, with half of them killed and injured. The descendants of Yanhuang and Chiyou finally joined forces again and survived with difficulty.

On the tenth day, Shennong preached and began with the mysterious yellow heaven and earth, and the vast universe, amid the disaster and funeral songs.

On the twelfth day, Nuwa finally repaired the sky with rain, and took the big turtle's four legs to form a new pillar of heaven, almost exhausted.

On the thirteenth day, the heavenly way collapsed, the ghost clan swept across the continent, the four pillars swayed, the northwest sky slid, the mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and the sky swayed, and the sky was about to collapse.

The gods who did not know that the sky was high and the earth were finally backfired by the way of heaven after going against the will of heaven again and again.

The heaven and earth are about to merge, and we must use the mouth of the ghost clan to swallow everything and return it to chaos.

Kunlun Jun was like a statue that had turned into a top of Penglai Mountain, motionless and silent.

"Nuwa sent a message saying that she had already added seals on the four pillars, and wanted to transform herself into Houtu to block Fuxi's great seal." Shennong said, "You are right, Kunlun, Pangu is right, none of us are wrong, but there are thousands of disasters in the world, and the struggles of creatures are destined. If you are silent, you will die silently. If you are not convinced, you will not accept death. I will die like a mortal, and I will die in the five declines. This is destined. No one can resist. If you want to blame, you will blame you for knowing too much."

Kunlun opened his eyes calmly and asked unknowingly: "At that time, Chiyou entrusted me with the two Lich clans. Today, I asked me to choose, either go and leave one or both jade and stones, right?"

Shennong looked at him silently.

"Leave the demon clan behind." Kunlun finally said softly.

Shennong sighed, knowing that he had compromised.

The flood finally subsided. Nuwa severely injured the ghost king who imitated Pangu holding a giant axe. He turned into Houtu, blocking the gap in the seal and pressed the Chaos Ghost Clan back under the four pillars. However, repairing the sky had consumed too much of Nuwa's soul and was seriously injured by the ghost axe on his chest. Fuxi's seal was barely blocked and was still ready to move.

Shennong sat in Kunlun Temple without saying a word.

"I thought I would die by thundering the top of the head." Kunlun Jun suddenly said, "I didn't expect that when I blinded the dragon's eyes and knocked down Buzhou Mountain, my tomb was ready."

Shennong raised his old eyes and looked at the only one of the four saints in the prehistoric world, unable to speak - maybe Kunlun Jun can leave, and he can forcefully close the Kunlun Mountain Gate with his sacred and destiny magic power of the Great Wilderness. Even if the heaven and earth return to chaos again, no one can do anything to him.

However, Kunlun gave birth to three souls from the Kaitian Axe, and he was the only person who would never go against Pangu's wishes.

Kunlun Lord himself is Pangu's legacy.

"I want to... take a look at my cat."

Shennong slowly walked into the mountains with herbal basket on his back, but Nuwa's figure was almost invisible.

Everything seemed to be dead. Kunlun Jun, who returned to his cold temple in Xiao Shu, suddenly turned around and found that there was still only a young man with black hair and black eyes, who looked slender and weak.

The young man of Ghost King asked lightly: "Are you going to seal me back to the Great Seal?"

"No, I can do nothing about everything, at least... at least I can protect you." Kunlun Jun smiled softly, his body twitched hard, his voice trembling somewhat unaware, "You don't want to be a ghost clan, I will fulfill you."

The young man from Ghost King was shocked, and raised his hand to hold his shoulder and turned Kunlun Jun over. He saw that his body was almost transparent and his face was as pale as snow. Kunlun Jun suddenly raised his hand, and his wide sleeves rolled up a breeze, and a ball of fire as bright as stars was put into his palm: "...hold it."

The boy held it over with both hands.

"This is my left shoulder soul fire," Kunlun Jun was sweating all over his head, but he still smiled, "I...I will give you something else."

His body trembled violently, and a long silver tendon was pulled out of him - there was no more bitterness in the world than peeling and cramping. The young ghost king's eyes were red, but Kunlun Jun seemed to be ignorant: "Hold Kunlun divine tendons, from now on, you can be born from a place of great disrespect and be included in the divine citizenship..."

"You...you suppress the four pillars for me." Kunlun smiled softly, "There are Nuwa's reincarnation sundials, Fuxi's mountain and river cones, and... the merit pen of the ancient wood of merit. I will give you one in the end..."

"Kunlun!"

Kunlun Jun stretched out his thumb and held up his face, and said softly: "The stone that has not been old and has faded, the water that has not been cold, and the body that has not been born and died... Since Shennong is willing to be a mortal and give up his godliness, I will add another one for him to make him compassionate to the world..."

After he finished speaking, he vomited a mouthful of blood in his heart, and it fell into his hands, turning into a red wick. The Great Wilderness Mountain Saint in front of the Ghost King became more and more transparent and weaker, and finally disappeared. There was a snow-white kerosene lamp left, with two words engraved in the corner - Soul-Suppressing.

The soul that has not been burned and has been transformed, the soul-suppressing lamp.

At this point, the pillar of heaven resurfaced, the four saints gathered together, the mountain saints disappeared, and the three emperors disappeared. The four pillars of heaven that came to heaven and earth fell by chance on the young ghost king who was born in the divine nature of Johnson and Johnson, and were held on his shoulders - as Kunlun Lord's last ridicule of the way of heaven.

This burden is a long and endless five thousand years.

Zhao Yunlan felt something suddenly exploded in his mind. He seemed to have experienced another pain of skinning and cramping, the pain of being overwhelmed by the 100,000 mountains, and the pain of being forced to the extreme by the way of heaven and being bound all over his body.

The world changed in front of me, and the great god wood stretched out and sighed from unknown years and months. A man said softly: "Why do you have to do this..."

"Pan...gu..."

There was a white light in front of Zhao Yunlan's eyes. He suddenly became heavy and light. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to Longcheng, which was full of the atmosphere of the New Year. The lights were turned off at No. 4 Guangming Road, and the pine trees in the yard were as unyielding as a cover.
Chapter completed!