It's hell, my lord

Chapter 25 Will Gods Die Too?

In Zhu Xingchen's inner mansion, there was a sudden storm, and the memories that were forcibly suppressed by something were flying all over the sky.Before he came to take care of these shredded memories, there was a phantom of 'He Xian' standing in front of him.

He was dressed in white clothes, determined to move against the wind.In a pair of pupils as deep as ink is Zhu Xingchen's very strange aloofness.If He Xian usually shows indifference to the world, then this person in front of him is contempt for the whole world, so arrogant that he is out of tune with the world.

He just stared at Zhu Xingchen without speaking or moving.Zhu Xingchen suspected that he had never blinked his eyes, as if he wanted to engrave himself in his pupils and take him away with him.

Zhu Xingchen saw the debris falling to the sky, breaking out of the dark ground and turning into a sea of ​​flowers on the other side, while He Xian turned around resolutely, walking on this treacherous Huangquan Road, walking alone, desperate.

The scene changed in vain, and his attire resolutely changed to a gray robe, with a worn out cloth bag hanging around his waist, and a harmless wooden sword on his back.A boy squatting in the grass, dressed in white, was teasing a few small gray hares.

Probably noticing the person coming, the young man turned his head slowly, his white skin and snow-white appearance stunned the scenery in front of him, his long eyelashes and those indifferent eyes, a touch of red on his lips and the cinnabar mark on his forehead.Before he himself knew it, it was deeply engraved in someone's heart.

Zhu Xingchen can clearly feel the throbbing in his heart, which coincides with his most real feeling now without exception.

"Are you a god?" Zhu Xingchen approached him in a mysterious way, and the boy frowned and avoided him.

Zhu Xingchen: "I'm not a bad person. This is the back mountain of my Zhu family. Why are you here?" You must know that there are countless spells on Linxian Mountain, and there are formations set up by generations of patriarchs at the foot of the mountain. come up.

The boy picked up a rabbit and said slowly: "The sky is too boring, come down and play."

Zhu Xingchen raised the corners of his mouth, thinking that this fairy child was really innocent and cute: "What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Well then, Fairy, why don't you show me your face and let me play with you, I happen to be as bored as you." Zhu Xingchen caught a sense of arrogance from the young man, and immediately lowered his attitude accordingly.

The boy hesitated for a few seconds before condescendingly saying: "Okay."

From then on, the boy would come to Zhu Xingchen several times a month, and when he got tired of playing in the mountains, he would take him to wander around the market.Unknowingly, dozens of years have passed, monks are different from ordinary people, Zhu Xingchen Jing's eyes have become clearer after decades of wind and frost.

This year's Shangyuan Festival, the young man held a lantern in one hand and candied haws in the other, looking back at the dimly lit place, Zhu Xingchen couldn't help being startled, and only one thought remained in his mind: Has he grown up?

The next thought was: How can fairies grow up?

The boy's eyebrows opened, brighter than before, and a bit more matured by the world.He noticed Zhu Xingchen who was in a daze, and turned back to pull his sleeve: "Taoist priest, what are you doing?"

"No, I just think you seem to have grown up." Zhu Xingchen suddenly smiled: "How long have we known each other?"

"I don't remember." The boy dragged him to walk among the crowd, and from time to time he received nympho looks from all kinds of women: "It seems to be a long time ago, do you want to know my name?"

Zhu Xingchen asked him for a long time, but he didn't say anything.Now he himself mentioned that Zhu Xingchen was determined to get angry with him, he said: "I don't want to."

The young man didn't expect him to answer this way, Hong Huang's age is still a childish childishness that cannot be melted away by the years: "If you don't want to, you have to know, my name is Ming, you have to remember. I am the most powerful god in the world." , my name is Ming."

He repeated his name twice, and added emphasis on the three words "the best", like a child eager to show off his achievements to his parents.

Zhu Xingchen's eyes turned red for no reason, and he hugged Ming in front of him, and the candied haws and lanterns were frightened to the ground by the sudden hug.

Thousands of words are turned into an embrace full of warmth.

In Linxian Hall, purple smoke rose.Ming has not been here for several months, and Zhu Xingchen absent-mindedly enlightened this group of uncivilized disciples.Suddenly an immortal fell to the ground and invited all the disciples out with an immortal formula.

"I wish the Patriarch is a smart man. He has practiced for nearly a thousand years, and he is about to win the way of heaven. I think he understands some truths." Do you know Ming?"

Zhu Xingchen was stunned, and immediately realized that this person came for Ming, and his attitude was not too serious, so he asked without putting on airs: "What's wrong with Ming?"

The immortal stroked his silver-white beard: "Ming is one of the four gods in our upper realm. You must know that we return to immortality. As long as we are willing to cultivate, we can always become immortals. But gods are different. They are gods descended from heaven, true gods in heaven. There are only four so far, and two more fell to suppress Chaos."

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhu Xingchen showed no respect at all, and could smell the irritability on his body two meters away: "Get to the point."

"Patriarch Zhu, this old man is here to tell you that in this lifetime, the gods must not have feelings for each other, let alone be tied down by the world of mortals."

"What will happen if you are stained with the world of mortals?"

The immortal continued: "You will grow old, just like mortal ants, born, old, sick, and dying. Now the heart of hell is faintly showing signs of breaking through the ground, and the chaos is leaking out. If the God of Beiming is lost, I am afraid that people will die."

Zhu Xingchen didn't listen to the "living in misery" at all, and the phrase "birth, old age, sickness and death" had already knocked him into a mess.Can gods die too?Will Ming grow old too?It turned out that the Ming I saw on the Shangyuan Festival did not grow up, but took a step towards death, he thought.

"That's the end of my words, I hope the Patriarch will think twice before acting, not for the sake of death, but also for the sake of the common people in the world." The immortal flew away without leaving a beard.

So where did this old man get his self-confidence? He actually felt that the world was born to him, which was more important than Ming's life.But it is also true, the existence of the Zhu family is to protect the people's livelihood and bring peace to all generations.

The combination of these two thoughts wiped away the faint selfish thoughts in Zhu Xingchen's heart.

On the third day, Ming went down to the lower realm privately. He never thought that Zhu Xingchen would add a transparent wall to the sky of Linxian Mountain. Ming's consciousness swept across the barrier and found that it was made of Zhu Xingchen's true essence.

His intention was also very clear: either go back or hurt me.

He didn't know what happened, he was so angry that he almost stepped out of a hole in the auspicious cloud under his feet.After squatting outside Linxian Mountain for two days, he didn't want to break the barrier. What if he accidentally beat Zhu Xingchen to death?he thought.

He squatted outside for two days and nights, and Zhu Xingchen secretly stared at him non-stop for two days and two nights inside, experiencing life and death in the human storybook.I'm afraid that if Ming doesn't leave again, Zhu Xingchen will be able to take him in and be hungry at the risk of the world, and let him be miserable, at worst, he will die together with Ming.

It's a pity that he couldn't make this idea come true, and was invited back by several heavenly elders before dawn on the third day.Not seen for hundreds of years.

When we saw each other again, it was the gaze that seemed to drive him deep into the bone marrow on the road to Huangquan.He sealed the mountain for a hundred years, and another true god in the heaven sacrificed himself, sealing his primordial spirit to seal the broken chaotic rift.There is only one god left in the world.

Later, he suddenly lost his temper, broke into the heaven irrationally, and wiped out those immortals with white beards.He was originally a spirit transformed from Linxian Mountain, and his cultivation base was higher than these immortals, and he was possessed by madness, and he killed without hesitation.Only then did he kill all these elders as he wished.

It's a pity that the killing time was good for a while, his actions can be said to have offended the world, tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals failed to kill him, but he was completely burned by a fire of karma.The soul entered reincarnation and was tortured by Qiqi 49 lives before this sin was cleared away.

At least why did Ming set foot in Huangquan, why did he leave such a hard look in his eyes, why did he go crazy and kill so many immortals, Zhu Xingchen couldn't remember at all, this memory seemed to be cut out of thin air.