I'm not a god anymore

She was a little surprised.

"You looking for me?" Lian Shanjing asked.

Under the starry sky, what appeared in front of Lian Shanjing was an ugly little monster with black half body and rotting flesh.

The flesh and blood all over the body of this little monster was rotting, exuding a strong stench.

On the way it came, there was even more foul-smelling blood left on the ground.

Even practitioners couldn't help frowning with the strange smell wafting along the night wind.

Because the disgusting smell contained an extremely vicious evil spirit.For Shinto monks, this vicious evil spirit is as disgusting as rotten water.

In the pool of blood, the little monster could no longer see its original face. We can only speculate that its figure should not be tall, and its frame is very small, almost like a child.

When Lian Shanjing arrived, the little monster curled up on the ground couldn't even scream and could only pant with difficulty, and had already entered a near-death situation.

In fact, the moment she saw this little monster, Lian Shanjing couldn't help but be amazed... This monster is still alive after being injured so badly?

To actually hold on to his last breath and crawl here to find her... What kind of persistent belief must this be.

Seeing that her words were not answered, Lian Shanjing emphasized her tone again: "I am Lian Shanjing, the lord of Huotong Kingdom, you can tell me if you have anything to say."

This time, the ugly figure curled up on the ground finally heard it.

It struggled to lift half of its rotten head, its distorted black eye sockets were facing the red-haired woman in front of it.Obviously the eyes are gone, but it still seems to see the figure of Lian Shanjing.

The little monster let out a long sigh of relief—just at this moment, Lian Shanjing felt the fire of life in the little monster tremble and was almost extinguished.

She frowned, and shouted in a low voice: "You still have something to say, it's not too late to die after you finish speaking!"

In Lian Shanjing's low voice, there was a bit of shocking power.

The little monster whose flame of life was shaking violently was startled for a moment, then remembered.

"Yes... I... I still have something to say..."

In the foul-smelling blood, the little monster hoarsely said: "I... I just want to tell you... this is a big secret... Only you can know..."

After the little monster finished speaking, Lian Shanjing waved her hand and summoned a storm of fire, regardless of how the wizards around her reacted.

Blazing flames burned around her and the little monster, turning into a huge flame formation that covered the two of them.

Lian Shanjing's face was reddened by the flames, and she said calmly: "I have set up a battle, the conversation here is only in your ears, and outsiders can't know it. If you have anything to say, no one can listen to it except me." arrive."

Lian Shanjing's words made the little monster heave a long sigh of relief, then it raised its head with difficulty, and said to Lian Shanjing.

"I... I am under Emperor Zun's command, a man of twenty-eight gods, and for Emperor Zun, Ye Yuye was ordered to guard Hetu Luoshu."

"You... since you are the Lord of Fire Tong and the envoy of Suzaku God, you should tell the fire god Suzaku what happened to me."

"An evil spirit of unknown origin has now come to Huotong Kingdom and is eyeing Hetu Luoshu."

"It...it has a thing called the soul lock chain, which is extremely vicious. All 16 of my brothers and sisters have been planted in its hands, and even the resurrection secret technique bestowed by Emperor Zun can't work..."

In the pool of blood, the foul-smelling little monster roared with difficulty.

Every time it uttered a sentence, the rot in its figure became more and more serious.

Fleeing all the way to this place, it has exhausted all its mind and spirit, relying on the suffocated breath in its heart to stay here.

Now that the breath has been vented, every time it utters a word, the rot on its body becomes more serious, and the stench becomes even more unbearable.

But amidst the flames, Lian Shanjing looked solemn and did not interrupt her last words.

Even when she heard this little monster claiming to be Erba Shenren, she was quite surprised... This group of monsters can really be resurrected after being killed once?

It's just that now it's obvious that he has encountered a more vicious opponent, and the technique of resurrection has lost its effect...

In the flames, Lian Shanjing listened to the whole story of the little monster, and heard the other party roar and shout.

"Tell Vulcan, go... to the three islands in the sea, and get Hetu Luoshu."

"After the death of 16 of my brothers and sisters, Hetu Luoshu's seal will be loosened. It must be taken away early!"

"Keep it carefully!"

"In the future, Emperor Zun will be of great use...it will be of great use!"

Almost from the depths of his soul, he let out the last roar. After the roar, the rotten little monster fell heavily in a pool of blood.

It seems to have died.

Lian Shanjing was puzzled by this.

He didn't know why this little monster, who had been killed by her once, came to her when he was about to die... Could it be that this monster really believed that she would take care of it?

Or, this little monster believes that Vulcan will take care of this matter?

But that stupid bird can't even walk out the door...

As for the other titles, such as Emperor Zun, Hetu Luoshu, Three Islands on the Sea... These are all very unfamiliar words to Lian Shanjing.

But obviously, it has something to do with the incomparably long ancient times.

Vulcan must know.

And this little monster came looking for her, maybe it and Vulcan were old acquaintances in ancient times...

Lian Shanjing was thinking in her heart, and was about to disperse the flames, but she saw a very slight, breathless murmur again in the pool of blood.

"The wolf god of Hanyu Mountain...is an evil spirit..."

"In ancient times...one of the demons who besieged Emperor Zun..."

"Be careful... little... heart..."

Muttering the last words, the little monster finally rotted completely, turning into a puddle of extremely foul-smelling pus in front of Lian Shanjing.

This time, it died completely, even the spirit and flesh were destroyed together.

However, compared to the stench of blood, what Lian Shanjing couldn't accept was the little monster's last words.

The wolf god of Hanyu Mountain... an evil spirit? !

She looked in the direction of Hanyu Mountain in disbelief, wondering if this little monster was crazy.

Could the wolf god who practiced the way of thunder be an ancient demon? !

What a joke!

Chapter 242 Vulcan

Lian Shanjing's heart was filled with unbelievable shock.

She couldn't believe that the wolf god of Hanyu Mountain could be a demon, but the little monster in front of her ran to report for help with her last breath, and what she said must not be aimless.

Frowning slightly, she checked again to confirm that there was no aura belonging to Erba Shenren in the pool of blood, and determined that the old monster from ancient times was dead, so Lian Shanjing withdrew the surrounding flames.

The night wind blows again.

Wu Zhu, who was guarding outside, hurried over and stood aside, waiting for orders.

In the admiring eyes of the wizards, Lian Shanjing turned her head and took a deep look at the foul-smelling blood on the ground, and said.

"Store up this pool of dirty blood, but be careful. You send someone to analyze and deduce it to see what evil technique caused this blood."

"In addition, everything that happened tonight is kept secret."

"Except for you and the two witch priests, all the wizards present will erase their memories, and they must not be heard by outsiders."

After finishing speaking, Lian Shanjing flew straight up and flew towards the Fire God Temple in the city.

As for the aftermath, it was handed over to Yao Xingcheng Wu Zhu and the two priests.

Flying over the city under the night sky, Lian Shanjing's figure flew directly in front of the main hall of the Fire God Temple, and landed lightly.

The nearby wizards quickly saluted.

"I have seen the king!"

Lian Shanjing waved her hand and said, "You all go out, I want to burn incense and pray."

After dismissing all the wizards present, Lian Shanjing even summoned a flame formation again to isolate the inside and outside, and temporarily isolated this magnificent Vulcan hall from the world.

Then Lian Shanjing stepped into the main hall of the Vulcan, and offered a stick of incense to the statue of the Vulcan above.

On the altar, the huge Vulcan statue is a majestic and solemn man.

This man is none other than the late Emperor Lian Shankui.

In Huotong, for some reason, the statues of the god of fire have always been built in the image of the former emperor.

If Lian Shanjing perishes and her descendants rule the country, the statue on the altar will look like Lian Shanjing.

Of course, that day may be far away...

In front of the statue of the first emperor, Lian Shanjing lit a stick of incense with real fire.

It's obviously just an ordinary incense stick, but the moment Lian Shanjing held the incense and worshiped...

click-

With a crisp sound, the statue on the altar split open.

In the dim light of the fire, a lazy female voice sounded in the temple.

"Well... it's Xiao Jing... what can I do for you?"

The lazy and sleepy voice sounded like he hadn't woken up.

Lian Shanjing didn't take it seriously, but bowed and said, "A major event happened just now, and I should report it to Vulcan..."

Then, Lian Shanjing described in detail what happened outside Yaoxing City.

Including the various warnings and last words mentioned by Eryashento...

In the temple, there was only Lian Shanjing's voice for a while.

After Lian Shanjing finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the temple.

Inside the cracked idol, the dim fire flickered, but there was no sound.

Lian Shanjing stood and waited for two hours before hearing the sleepy voice again.

"Hmm... fell asleep again..."

"My injury is getting more and more serious. Sometimes I am awake, sometimes I am confused... Sigh..."

"As for this matter, Xiao Jing, you can figure it out. I can't go to the three islands in the sea, so I can only go to you."

"Although those erba gods acted strangely, they were respected by the emperor, so they must have a mission...Hetu Luoshu...uh...Hetu Luoshu..."

The voice said sleepily: "What is Hetu Luoshu? Ah... so hard to think..."

"But since it is a relic of Emperor Zun, it should be well preserved. You go there yourself and bring that thing back."

"As for the cold feather mountain wolf god... well..."

"You don't need to pay attention to Erba Shenren's accusations against the wolf god. These sixteen little monsters are muddle-headed, even more confused than me, and they often talk nonsense. If you believe it, you are a fool."

"Hmm... But this is a reminder. It just so happens that the Wolf God is an righteous monk, so you can invite him to accompany you."

"The god who enlightened five years ago came from Hanyu Mountain...you should ask him for help, he probably won't refuse..."

As the dim fire flickered on and off, the sleepy voice spoke lazily and slowly.

The tone of his speech was even slower than that of an old man who was dying.

After finishing speaking, regardless of how Lian Shanjing in the hall reacted, the dim fire light in the statue disappeared.

Only a cracked god statue remains...

Seeing such a scene, Lian Shanjing sighed silently and rubbed the center of her brows.

"This stupid bird... is really becoming more and more unreliable..."

She covered her head and said with a headache on her face, "You asked me to go for a trip, but you didn't even tell me where the so-called three islands on the sea are...Where did you ask me to find the three islands on the sea for you!"

"East Sea, West Sea, South Sea, and North Sea... There are islands all over the four seas. Which sea should I go to and where are the three islands?"

In the main hall, Lian Shanjing was speechless.

This stupid bird really can't count on it!

She couldn't help looking in the direction of Hanyu Mountain, frowning slightly.