"What are you waiting for? Quickly remove it for me." The male duck waved to the boys.

A boy laughed and said, "Sir, this temple is so dilapidated. Which god was it used to worship?"

"God of Broomsticks -" the drake hummed with his voice sideways and eyes crossed, "It's really unlucky that this ruined temple is still alive today. Fortunately, my ancestors have sincerely worshiped God of Broomsticks. I'm really blind. Please be quick with your movements. Let's knock on the plaque first."

Come down."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hammered down, and the plaque was broken into two halves and tilted on the ground. The statue of the god was smashed into pieces. The debris alone filled half of the temple. A few mice sprang out from the pile of debris and burned incense.

It rolled around in the altar and ran away from the wall.

It's quiet at night.

Thousands of miles away, at the foot of Lianguang Mountain, whispers were heard.

"Brother, who is the Broom God that those people are talking about today? It has been hundreds of years since I ascended to God. How come I have never heard of such a person?" The fat little god held up the crown on his head and poked it.

Poke the skinny little god next to you.

"Brother, you are still young and you don't understand. The Broom God refers to the ancient Qing God Zi Mo. Five thousand years ago, the Qing God Zi Mo made a big mistake and killed many people. Later, the believers called her the Broom God. And...

, Back then, Qing Shen was voluntarily imprisoned in the Fierce Mountain in order to atone for his sins. Don’t you know that there is no incense or worship in this Fierce Mountain, and there is only one way to die if you enter."

"Brother, after all these years, has Lord Aogami died?"

The Thin God suddenly approached mysteriously and said: "Brother, that fierce mountain is the mountain at our feet - Lianguang Mountain. I guess Qing Shen is dead. After all, the God will die if no one worships him, and there are already five thousand

She must have died of it at this age."

"Master Qingshen is so miserable and pitiful, oooooooooo," the fat god suddenly stopped sobbing and stared at the thin god, "Brother, do you think this mountain is so weird? It's so cold behind me that there seems to be a ghost.

I am really scared."

"What are you afraid of? We are both gods. Gods are not afraid of ghosts at all. Besides - ah - ah - "

The sound stopped suddenly.

In the barrier of Lianguang Mountain, the woman in green picked up the wine cup and shook it by her ear. After a few clicks, only a few drops of wine were left hanging on the needle-like spout. The hand holding the wine cup paused for a moment, and she raised her hand.

Listen carefully.

Why is there no sound?

She wanted to continue listening to the discussion between the two little gods outside.

He didn't survive death, but it was close. Now that there is only a ray of spiritual consciousness left in his body and his magic power is meager, he is probably not far away from death.

It seems like it was just yesterday that she took off her divine crown and stepped into the Lianguang Mountain, and five thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. Not only that, these young gods still talk about Qingshen in a clear and logical manner, and her old sins have also been passed down.

, this will probably remind her forever that she is a sinner through the ages. Zi Mo smiled bitterly.

A rustling sound emerged from the darkness, the silence in the mountain was lifted, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

There has never been anyone else in this mountain except her, and there couldn't be anyone else. Could it be that someone wants to break through the barrier and break in.

She looked up, and sure enough, the stream of light from the barrier was weak, and a huge crack was torn out directly above her head. Two large black-winged birds in the sky got in through the crack, flapped their wings a few times, and stuck into the soil like crazy.

, when she walked over, it had turned into ashes and nothing was left.

There was a vague figure flickering behind the tree, and Zi Mo stood up quickly. She threw out the wine cup and approached, "Who's there?"

The figure flashed, and the wine cup smashed against the tree trunk and flew away.

She didn't know if it was an illusion or something, but a gust of wind blew up out of thin air. In a moment, everything was covered in gray, and the cold wind gouged every raised mound of earth. She squinted her eyes and couldn't see the direction of the figure clearly.

Seeing the right moment, she tapped the ring spirit on her right wrist, and several spirit moths fluttered out. With the power of the spirit moths, she managed to stand firm in the wind and sand.

The figure flashed before my eyes.

She poured out all her spiritual power into a stream of white light in her palms, and was about to raise her hand to strike at the figure when a sudden chill hit her back, and a hand was locked on her neck. The bone-chilling coldness made her feel almost breathless.

, the voice seemed to seep out from the ground several layers away, and said softly: "Don't move."

The Fat God and the Thin God were tied to the tree trunk, their skin touching their skin and their flesh touching their flesh, and they kept yelling in disobedience.

"Brother! It's all your fault that you had to bring me to this ghost place. Now we are all captured by Yan Song. Even the great gods can't deal with this ghost leader. There must be no one to save us..."

"Brother, you still have the nerve to cry. I just said a few words and you were scared to death. It's all because of your loud crying that attracted Yan Song. We all can't survive because of you, you coward."

Woo hoo..."

"..."

The two little gods exchanged words with each other. Zi Mo had every reason to believe that if it weren't for their restraints, they would definitely fight to the death. She sighed helplessly.

It was only then that the two little gods discovered that there was also a person tied up in the tree opposite, so they stopped arguing and looked over one after another. The Fat God said: "Were you also captured by Yan Song and taken into the mountains?"

"Yan Song?"

"You don't know him? Yan Song is the ghost master in charge of the ghost domain. That ghost leader is the most ruthless. He goes around disrupting the division of gods and opposing the priests. He was surrounded and killed by the priests before. I was very excited, but it was a pity that I stood at the end.

I can’t see clearly in one row…”

At this time, the skinny little god did not forget to seriously popularize science. As he was talking, he suddenly remembered something and lowered his head deeply, "It's all our fault that we were accidentally caught by the devil. We have suffered bad luck for hundreds of years..."

Zi Mo thought for a moment and nodded sadly, "I'm really unlucky too."

Fat God asked again: "Do you know him? Why did he arrest you?"

"I don't recognize you..."

She was indeed surprised when she saw that face, but it was understandable when she thought about it. When she met him, his name was not Yan Song.

Subtle footsteps.

When they saw the person coming, the two little gods opened their eyes wide and held their mouths tightly, and neither of them spoke anymore. But even so, they could not escape the fate of being targeted. The man glanced at the tree casually.

three people.

"It's you first." He picked up the fat god in his hand.

A huge flower-headed whip was suspended above the head, and thousands of thin blades came out from the whip. The bursts of cold light reflected the frightened face of the fat little god. He opened his mouth wide and screamed, "Are you trying to sacrifice to the Dharma?"

Vessel?! You devil, put me down! I don’t want to be the victim of your sacrificial vessel! Who will save me? Help me..."

Seeing that the little god was about to be chopped into pieces by ten thousand blades and die under the whip.

Zi Mo suddenly called out to him, "Wu Ming."

She didn't think that person would look back, but if it happened, she kept a little luck.

A few months ago, he fell into a barrier and was seriously injured. Zi Mo used spiritual weapons and magical medicine to heal him. Because his magic power and memory were damaged, as soon as he woke up, he knelt in front of Zi Mo and respectfully called him God.

Zi Mo was shocked. That's why he called him "Wu Ming".

"What are you doing alone in the mountains?"

"Waiting to die."

She has stayed in the Lianguang Mountain for thousands of years, and she has also waited for death for thousands of years. The death of her soul is the destination she deserves. She, the forgotten god of sin, should have died long ago.

"I won't let you die." Wuming always said.

He carried a box on his back and often sneaked up and down the mountain. Finally one day Zi Mo snatched the black box from his hand and contained a small jar.

"So you made this little thing and secretly went down the mountain to find offerings, just to prevent my soul from wandering away?" She carefully looked at the altar that was transformed into a wood carving. There was a small statue in the center of the altar: "Master Wu Ming"

"In the name of the altar, there were still a few sticks of incense buried under the altar, covered with a thick layer of dust, and several incense sticks fell from her hands.

The title of Zi Mo is not "lifeless".

Maybe she always calls herself this, so that Wuming thinks she is called "Wu Ming". Thinking about it, her life is already running out, and she can barely survive until now with the last ray of consciousness, which is not lifeless.

.

She looked at Mu Yi Xiaotan and suddenly smiled, "You have no name and I have no life, so it matches."

I don't know where the courage came from. Wuming changed his usual dull look, grabbed the Muyi altar and ran out the door. His shouts came from the mountain stairs: "I like it here, I want to stay in Lianguang Mountain forever and take root."

, but if I don’t leave to find the offering of incense, you will die. I won’t let you die! Wait for me!”

She didn't wait.

When we met again today, he transformed into Yan Song.

As soon as the word "nameless" came out of his mouth, he turned his head and looked at Zi Mo coldly: "You will be the next one to sacrifice."

A certain childishness that inadvertently showed up in his dullness in the past - the kind of childishness that made people moved - has escaped far away and can no longer be seen, and instead ripples with a kind of contemptuous indifference. He holds a ghost fire pen.

Under the cold light, he twisted his neck slightly and looked at himself casually, his eyes as inhuman as the flowing cold light.

It looks great on the outside, but it's hard to know the inside.

She sighed, it was not him after all.

Seeing that it was no longer possible to survive, the fat little god suddenly gained courage, struggled and shouted: "Do you know who my priest is? If you kill me, he will not let you go! Even if you are the leader of the ghost realm, he will not let you go.

I will let you go!"

The thin little god raised his head and said, "My lord is the famous Jiuling Priest!"

He looked at the little god carefully and suddenly sneered, "No wonder he is a waste, following your worthless master. If the master you mentioned hadn't run so fast just now, I'm afraid he would have become my sacrificial soul now.

"

The moment Fat God was pierced by the flower whip, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and the spiritual light protected Fat God to the ground with one blow.

Zi Mo retracted his hand. Sure enough, his magic power was almost exhausted. Without the nourishment of Incense, it was so difficult to even use a few small spells. Time was indeed running out.

She just took a breath, and saw Yan Song snap his fingers, and the flower-head whip suddenly turned and stabbed towards her, so fast that people had no time to react. It was too late, I am afraid that I will die from this today, Zi Mo

Close your eyes.


Chapter completed!