Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

The complete Fuxi may never understand the pain of soul separation.

Because Cang Sheng Blood Jade shattered his soul.

In the age of Shenyin, his soul will not have a chance to be reunited.

Even Xiangyuan never imagined that Jiang Chen would be so ruthless and decisive, destroying the spiritual source of the six realms and the sacred tree.

The sacred tree has been destroyed, and it is destined that nothing related to spirits can exist in the world.

Xiangyuan was pulled and restrained by Duansheng, and when he had to return to the sword, he asked Shang Yang, "...have you seen the scene today?"

Shang Yang said calmly, "Shang Yang came here this time precisely because I saw the demise of the God Realm."

The heavenly world can be said to be the reverse scale of Fuxi.

When Fuxi heard this, he retorted almost angrily, "Alarmist! Alarmist! God is eternal! God's power is infinite! God's world will never die out!"

But he was a little unsure, because he also knew that Shang Yang never told lies.

Shang Yang's eyes were empty, but he turned to the direction of Fu Xi, bowed very respectfully as a monarch and a minister, and said calmly, "Your Majesty, this is just Shang Yang's dream."

Perhaps, this will become the last gift from the king and his ministers.

His face was distorted for a moment, and his true appearance was revealed. It turned out to be a spiritual creature with a sheep's head and a bird's body, and its eyes were golden and green.

Shang Yang did not stop, flew here twice and left.

Fuxi watched all this in panic. Isn't the aura of heaven and earth enough to allow Shang Yang to maintain his human form now?

Xiangyuan was also included in the Duansheng Sword.

The blood-colored chains of Cangsheng Blood Jade materialized again, trapping Fuxi's soul.

Yuheng was originally an evil object that was very effective in binding souls. It turned into Cangsheng Blood Jade and fell into Jiang Chen's hands. Fuxi only felt that although the chain was thin, it firmly bound the soul in his body. Even though he was powerful, now he actually He couldn't move either.

In the end, the sacred tree broke, the spiritual energy raged, and the Cang Sheng Blood Jade screamed and broke. The bound Fuxi spirit was torn apart before it could react, and fell into the mortal world along with the collapsed heavenly palace.

There was an earth-shattering scream.

From heaven to earth.

Fuxi would probably never forget the pain of having his soul torn apart.

…

This is the second day after Ziyin woke up.

He lay on the bed, staring blankly at the wooden bed above his head.

He originally thought that he was going to die in that deep sea.

However, he was still rescued.

The person who rescued him also said that he was not breathing when he was rescued. I haven't seen anyone who can regain his breath and wake up again. Those kind-hearted fishermen repeatedly lamented that his life should not be cut off.

Ziyin doesn't think this can be regarded as luck. He knew very well that it was because Jiang Chen intended to save his life.

What do you want to do if you leave him alive?

He walked out of the thatched house and looked at the boundless sea with desolate eyes.

He could feel that all these thousands of years of cultivation had been wasted.

I heard from the people around me that seven days ago, a fire fell from the sky and destroyed many fairy mountains.

"That was a natural disaster... I don't know how the immortals on those mountains are doing now..."

Ziyin couldn't sit still immediately, and he dragged his weak body on the road to Tianyong City.

When they arrived, only a mess was left in Tianyong City.

The people at the foot of the mountain said that the natural disaster was too serious, and the surviving immortals had already left this place that was despised by heaven.

When going down the mountain, he met Zhao Qi by chance. He gave a big salute to Master Zi Yin and said painfully, "Elder holding the sword..."

"It's useless. The master's real power will co-exist with Tianyong City. It's because he can't persuade him... Senior Brother, Senior Brother and Senior Sister Fuu also..."

Ziyin was stunned for a long time, and finally stretched out her hand to help Zhaoqi up.

Zhaoqi was hesitant, gritted his teeth and said, "Elder holding the sword, Zhaoqi, after Zhaoqi, he will return to his hometown..."

Ziyin was silent for a long time and then said, "Go back."

Zhaoqi bowed respectfully. He took two steps, then suddenly turned back and said sadly, "Master, is this God's will?"

They have been speculating on God's will.

However, God's will is always difficult to ask.

Got no answer.

He suddenly didn't want to get the answer and ran away in a hurry.

Ziyin looked at his gone figure, then turned to look at the ruins of Yongcheng that day.

God willing? Is this God's will?

Thousands of years later.

The Taoist temple is still deep in the mountains, far away from the mundane world.

The tall plane trees cast a green shade.

The old man sat on the futon and opened his eyes. He raised his face and looked at the few rays of the setting sun through the gaps between the trees.

"Grandpa, do you know what this means?"

A child in green clothes ran over with a shabby book and asked him in a childish voice.

The old Taoist priest opened his cloudy eyes and looked hard for a while, then his old voice said word by word, "Shen...yin..."

His eyes became heavier and he sighed, "That is a very old story."

"Grandpa, grandpa, tell me~" He pulled the old man's sleeve and acted coquettishly.

The kind old man sighed and his eyes became distant, as if he was remembering something from a long, long time ago. He paused for a while and then said, "A long time ago, there was a sacred tree growing in the sky. It was the lifeblood of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. All the gods lived around it. Among these gods, Fuxi, the Emperor of Heaven, was the most noble. He holds the power of life and death for everyone.”

"Later, there was an immortal who played the piano. He made a mistake. The Emperor of Heaven was very angry and demoted the immortal to the mortal world. The immortal was framed and split into two people. One was called Shaogong and the other was called Tusu. Shaogong was an immortal. Tu Su's memory is the foundation of the immortal's life. Shao Gong, who has the memory, tried every means to change back to his complete self, and Tu Su was trying to stop him, and they fought for many days... …”

The child listened for a long time and wondered, "What does this have to do with Shenyin?"

"That Shao Gong came back from the dead and interrupted the sacred tree in the heaven. As a result, the spiritual energy of the six realms was exhausted and the five elements of spiritual beads were broken. From then on, the practice of Taoism gradually became a legend."

"Huh?... But the village chief at the foot of the mountain also said that our family's Taoism is used to coax people."

The old man stroked the child's hair, with a bit of pain in his eyes. His fingertips unconsciously picked up the familiar sword technique that he had practiced thousands of times. The sword on the table moved, and there was another weak clang. fell on the table.

"The spiritual energy is exhausted, and all the immortals who cultivate the spirit gradually die out. The era of the gods disappears, which is called Shenyin."

"Then, what happened to Shao Gong and Tu Su?"

"They are gods too, and of course, they die too."

"Can God die too?"

"God is immortal, not immortal."

He led the child past a pair of red daggers placed in the ancestral hall. His eyes were sad, and the child was also a little uneasy. "Grandpa, is Hongyu talking again?"

The old man just shook his head.

Someone outside the door shouted nonchalantly, "Old Taoist Master Ziyin, the food you asked for has arrived."

Ziyin opened the door and walked out. Standing outside was a young man picking vegetables. His eyes were a little scared and a little disgusted.

Ziyin just took over his burden in silence.

Turn around and walk back to the Taoist temple.

Another thousand years.

Every hundred years, he would change his appearance and live in a different place.

In this era of declining immortality, those who live too long will become monster-like in the eyes of others.

Aliens are actually not welcome.

During these thousand years, Ziyin was at least no longer a superior swordsman. He has experienced the ups and downs of human relationships, but now he can only stay in this Taoist temple in the mountains and spend a long life in loneliness.

Ziyin has also been practicing Qing Dynasty for hundreds of years. He has never felt so lonely for thousands of years. Because at that time, he had a sword in his heart, and he pursued it persistently for his sword intention. But now, everything has been lost in the long river of time, and will never be the same again.

Most of his magic power has been dissipated, but he is still alive...

That's because the soul is trapped in this body and cannot escape. In other words...even if this body dies, his consciousness can still be awake to control his behavior...

To be more realistic, he has actually died once.

When Penglai sank to the bottom of the sea, he was pulled up by fishermen on the beach. It is said that he was not breathing when he was picked up, but he came to life soon after...

On the road again, I picked up ruby. It's a pity that she has become two swords and can no longer break away from the sword body and achieve human form.

After being hidden by the gods, he was still alive to this day and age.

Is this a gift or a punishment?

Sometimes, Ziyin will think of those ancient memories.

He will also think of Uncle Xuanxiao and Ouyang Shaogong.

These are obviously two different people, but the same soul happens to appear.

When he was in Penglai, Prince Changqin said that the man would go to heaven to take revenge.

More than a month after he left, fire fell from the sky and burned all the spiritual energy of the major cultivating sects at that time. After Ziyin woke up, she didn't believe it at all. She went to check it out for herself. The scene of the burning of the immortal gate was no less tragic than the tragic scene of Qionghua's fall.

Due to the exhaustion of spiritual energy, there is nowhere to turn to immortality. Many of the original Taoist disciples, like Zhao Qi, came down the mountain and left the school.

After a hundred or two hundred years, the immortal sects everywhere have completely lost their traces.

Until now, people have a skeptical attitude towards the existence of immortality.

If it had been back then, Ziyin could have seriously debated with these people about the true meaning of the sword and the meaning of cultivating immortality.

But now, even if he said it, who would believe it?

How difficult it is to make unbelievers trust.

Ziyin is clear. Because he has experienced it. He knew very well the courage it took to believe something like fantasy.

Only now did he truly understand Jiang Chen's troubled words.

At that time, Prince Changqin conveyed Jiang Chen's words, "...Murong Ziying, aren't you worried about going against heaven and always being a loyal guardian of the way of heaven? This time, please open your eyes and take a good look at what is truly going against heaven!" "

The scene of that day is still vivid in my mind.

Ziyin looked at the illusory sky high above, her eyes blurred.

There is no trace of the original immortal in the nine heavens.

Change the way of heaven?

Can man conquer heaven?

Is this what he wanted him to see?

Even though he has great magical power, a lot of wonderful techniques, and is good at using external objects, Ouyang Shaogong's body has not truly transcended the mortal world after all. Wouldn't it perish if he used his mortal body to fight against gods and forcefully borrowed external forces beyond his capabilities?

Why does he have to do everything to such a lose-lose level?

Why can't we each take a step back, and the sea and the sky will be brighter?

Pengcheng.

Standing on the roadside was an unkempt and ragged man. The messy hair half covered his face, making it difficult to see his original appearance.

Passers-by couldn't help but avoid him.

A young man in white clothes walked over leisurely.

The beggar-like man's eyes lit up, as if he had finally found a savior, and he shouted, "Feipeng, Feipeng, quickly, take me back to heaven quickly. Kill those unscrupulous resentful ghosts! You are the number one general in heaven." !" He rolled his eyes and ran to the corner to pick up a branch, "Here! General Feipeng, this is your demon-suppressing sword! You are the guardian of Nantianmen! Quickly knock that evil barrier out of heaven!"

"How dare he destroy your shirt!"

The handsome young man's snow-white silk gown was scratched by him with two black marks. He couldn't break free for a while and said helplessly, "Did you admit the wrong person? Look at me, my name is Gu Yuege, and I'm not some flying poncho." , Piaoxu and the like!”

The dirty man said excitedly, "You are Feipeng! I will never admit my mistake! You are Feipeng!"

"..." The young man was speechless, "Old man, can you be more realistic? Have you heard too many teahouse myths?"

"presumptuous!"

"..."

"How dare you be rude to me!"

"..."

I?

General of the God Realm?

Nantianmen?

Are you really not making fun of him?

In fact, this was not the first time he encountered such an inexplicable old man.

The last time I went to Liucheng, the city guard was also so weird. He called me Feipeng... and said that if he didn't save him, Fuxi would disappear again...

As for the last time...

If I talk too much, I will shed tears.

The young man secretly wondered, could it be that he had bad luck recently? Or is it that his business enemies want to disturb his mentality in this way?

He finally brushed away the hand holding his sleeve, and the attendants around him blocked the crazy man.

Seeing him walking away, he was wearing rags and rags. In the eyes of everyone, he was crazy and claimed to be the Emperor of Heaven. His eyes dimmed and he fell to the ground with a "thud" and rolled twice, looking miserable.

When pedestrians passed by, they couldn't help but stop and point at him for a while.

"Goudan, you should study hard for your mother! Look, if you get into trouble again, you will be just like that person in the future! You have no future!"

"Mom, he is so pitiful..."

"What a pity!"

"Oh...it's all fate..."