Him and It_Mrs. Lianhe【Complete】(608)

Him and It_Mrs. Lianhe【Complete】(608)

Liu Fuguang said: "But you have found your own 'Tao' and believe in it unswervingly. Therefore, it is in vain for the world-viewing mirror to reproduce your life as a king again and again."

"Yan Huan and I entered the mirror as the most good and the most evil, which were its last two attempts. I taught you, the young man, how to govern a country and become a king, making your family and country strong and your mind clear. But with the arrival of the dark sun, You will eventually die at the hands of the mob; Yan Huan teaches you the way to end love and love, allowing you to enter the Tao and form elixirs, becoming a strong man that no mortal can match. However, under the radiation of the black sun, your cultivation level has still plummeted. , and ultimately ended up with the same end.”

He faced the god of drought and used his knife as a pen to create a Tai Chi diagram of yin and yang.

"Yin and Yang complement each other, and this is the great road." He said, "Yan Huan and I are the two poles of the great road. God of Drought, the world-viewing mirror has told me how to expel you. Do you want to listen?"

The face of the Drought God suddenly changed, and the proud look disappeared. He finally realized that he should never, should never, should not have listened to the words of the Supreme Good!

He roared angrily and strode out, like Kuafu chasing the sun or Gonggong touching the mountain. He roared and ran against Liu Fuguang regardless of everything.

Liu Fuguang stared into His eyes, took a deep breath, and shouted sternly: "God will do it!"

——At that moment, Tai Chi Liangyi trembled violently, one turned into a white dragon with black eyes, and the other turned into a black dragon with white eyes, like two hurricanes soaring into the sky, and like hard steel cones in black and white, hammering into the chest of the Drought God!

Thick blood surged like lava, and the Drought God's body was like a volcano erupting a sea of ​​blood. Tsunami-like red steam flooded the earth. His roar turned into a wail of pain, and he flew backwards in an instant, traveling thousands of miles away!

Tens of thousands of years ago, Uncle Jun begged the female demon, God, please go further north. The female slave went away, because there was still a place for her further north.

At this moment, Liu Fuguang said to the Drought God, God, stay away from here and never come back again! Drought Demon must also retreat and leave, because there is no place for him in this world. Both ends of the road have offered him a helping hand, but he is unwilling to change his opinion.

The deep valley-like ravines on the surface of the earth are like the bronze ox of creation, dragging the yoke of the sun, moon and stars, plowing deeply through this barren land. The underground river of magma makes a low surging sound, like a timid whimper.

The momentum was so great that the inner demon and Yan Huan stopped at the same time, and when they looked down, their eyes were filled with incredible expressions.

The inner demon was afraid, and Yan Huan was ecstatic. Neither of them expected that Liu Fuguang would have such a last resort.

"What are you so proud of?!" The demon couldn't bear the anger of his failed plan and roared at Yan Huan, "When the Supreme Good is strong, you will be weak. Look at your own appearance. Do you really think you can defeat me?"

He was indeed right. It was a miracle that Yan Huan could still stand here despite being weakened one after another, fighting against the inner demons who had the body of a god and the heart of a dragon. Now, he was simply horribly disabled, with dragon blood flowing out of his hair like a spring, and nine of his eyes turbid. More than half of them were blinded by inner demons. The irregularly shaped crystals in his eyeballs exploded one after another, turning into mud-like flesh.

Looking at him, the inner demon immediately had other ideas.

"The Supreme Good!" He grabbed Yan Huan's nine eyes as his spine and shouted downwards, "If you don't want me to be devoured by me, come find me in the world! Remember, my patience is limited, and my time is even more limited. limited!"

As he spoke, he forcibly lifted Yan Huan's body. After a roar, a huge black hole exploded in the sea of ​​clouds, leading directly to billions of stardust in the outside world.

Both the inner demon and the true body disappeared.

Liu Fuguang gritted his teeth and cursed secretly. He seized the moment and rushed towards the drought god who was on the verge of being exiled.

He had to remove this anchor, he had to...

In the huge sinkhole like a meteor falling to the ground, the Drought God is still alive, and the hot blood steam can't help spraying out. His chest is completely sunken, and his limbs and muscles are cracked. Even if he wants to be reborn, it is an extremely slow and difficult process.

"Do it..." He said vaguely with blood in his mouth, "Cut my head off and take it away... I will gradually disintegrate and never be alive again. Just do it..."

Liu Fuguang limped, raised the long knife in his hand, and aimed it at the neck of the Drought God, where he had cut it before.

He thought of the boundless sea of ​​​​thousands of miles of sand. The God of Drought had created an absolutely invincible ruler for the people here. People lived, but lived in fear of him. He claimed that only in the face of a unified enemy could he make a ruler. Everyone is united, but is this really the case? If people can so easily let go of all differences and conflicts in the face of common fears, then why does the camphor god appear?

With the blade raised high, Liu Fuguang paused suddenly.

...But it is undeniable that King Chishui did nothing wrong. On the contrary, his wishes were true, and so were his efforts, and everything was done to fiddle with God's will. He shouldn't have died, and Drought Demon shouldn't have appeared. It was the actions of all the people that gave birth to such a monster.

The long knife was slightly deflected. Facing the seriously injured Drought God, Liu Fuguang fell into a situation where he could not make a decision.

Yes, it was indeed the sins of all the people at that time, but when people die like a lamp going out, will their sinful debts harm their descendants and make them repay from generation to generation? Even if it is a disaster, how many generations will it take for the drought god's revenge to be satisfied? Thousands of years have passed. The Chishui King is innocent, but the Drought God is undoubtedly guilty.

Liu Fuguang raised his sword for the second time. For some reason, he took a breath in his heart and did not want to let it out.

In this case, the laws of nature emphasize the cycle of cause and effect, and all mistakes must be blamed on Yan Huan. It was the ultimate evil that gave rise to this tragedy. He carried the mysterious sun on his back and passed by, thus inspiring evil thoughts in everyone's hearts... I am also trapped in a coffin, unable to hear the cries of the world, and the sorrow is endless.

The blade started to drop again, and Liu Fuguang hurriedly tightened his grip on the handle.

No! Stop thinking about it! There is a difference between good and evil. For the sake of the overall situation, I must remove the anchor point and let the inner demons have nothing to do. Otherwise, wouldn't all the hard work along the way be in vain?

He drew the knife high for the third time, but at this moment, he was in a daze, with only the last figure left in his mind.

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