The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The dark clouds became thicker and thicker, covering the entire sky in the wilderness.

The wind went from whimpering to howling.

People were running away in the west. From time to time, some people fell to the ground, some stood up, and some were trampled under their feet by others and could never stand up again.

Li Muchen didn't know where he was, and all he could think about was killing.

The inexplicable hatred is like a volcano that has been suppressed for millions of years. The hatred hidden deep in the heart bursts out like magma buried deep in the ground.

He didn't know who to hate, as if everything in the world was hateful.

He didn't know who to kill, as if everything in the world could be killed.

A voice shouted in his heart:

"Kill! Kill! Kill them! Kill them all! This world is yours! They took away your sword, your power, your lover, and everything you have. !”

"Kill! Kill! Let those betrayers, those pretenders who once crawled before you, be destroyed!"

"Kill everything, destroy everything!"

"If someone stops you, kill that person! If a god stops you, kill that god! If the way of heaven wants to stop you, destroy the way of heaven!"

"You are originally a demon, why should you be afraid of the Dao of Heaven! You are originally a Tao, why should you be afraid of being a demon?"

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Accompanying these sounds are mantra-like chants coming from Xiye Bahuang.

The curse penetrated his body like a wandering spirit.

His soul seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, but also becoming more and more difficult to control.

The sword in his hand disappeared from the feeling and became one with his body.

The sword energy spurted out with his thoughts, chaos like the light of the universe.

Murderous aura filled the West Country.

Bleeding to the sky.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the distant sky:

"Mu Chen..."

Li Muchen's body suddenly trembled, and he stopped dancing with his sword.

"Master!"

He looked to the distant west, his eyes seemed to have traveled thousands of miles, and he saw the vast Kunlun towering above the clouds, the ethereal road to heaven, and the capital city at the end of the road, floating in the sky.

"Mu Chen...Only when your Taoist heart is strong can you exorcise demons..."

"Master! Am I a fairy or a devil?"

"Immortals are also demons, and demons are also immortals... The difference between immortals and demons is only in your heart..."

"Only in my heart?" Li Muchen murmured, "I have hatred in my heart and I can't let it go. Master, what should I do?"

"Mu Chen..."

The wind in the wilderness became stronger and stronger, the master's voice became more and more distant, and Kunlun's golden light was finally covered by dark clouds and disappeared from sight.

Dark clouds covered the western fields, it was so dark that the sun couldn't be seen.

The voice sounded again:

"Kill! Destroy! This is the world you created and it should be destroyed by your own hands!"

The flames of hatred ignited again, and the murderous spirit filled the air again.

Tens of thousands of people are still fleeing, but the wilderness is too big. They are crawling like ants across the vast land.

Li Muchen raised his sword, and infinite killing intent was concentrated on the sword.

Another voice sounded:

"Mu Chen..."

This time, the sound was neither illusory nor distant, but very close.

Li Muchen turned around and saw a flash of clarity in Lin Manqing's eyes.

"Manqing!"

"Mu Chen..."

"Wait until I kill all these ants and take you home!"

The sword in his hand was raised high, and the sword light suddenly erupted.

"Mu Chen, no!"

Lin Manqing raised a hand with difficulty, trying to hold Li Muchen, but was carried by the sword wind, and his body flew out, slamming into the pillar behind him.

Li Muchen's face was twisted, his eyes were firm, like a god descending, looking down at everything.

At this moment, a spell sounded.

He screamed and fell to the ground, covering his legs in pain.

When Lin Manqing saw his painful look, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, but she did not stop chanting the mantra.

Li Muchen rolled on the altar.

Amidst the severe pain that penetrated into the bone marrow and soul, the devil's heart was finally suppressed.

And with the disappearance of his demonic heart, Lin Manqing's sanity also disappeared, and he became stupid again.

The spell stopped and the pain disappeared.

Li Muchen sat on the altar breathing heavily.

People in Nishino are still on the run.

He looked at tens of thousands of followers of the primitive witchcraft religion, running and crying in the wilderness.

The cloud above the altar suddenly turned into a huge funnel.

Li Muchen felt something, raised his head and glanced up. Regardless of his tired body and mind, he immediately ran over, rushed to the pillar, and hugged Lin Manqing.

With a loud noise, it seemed as if the entire wilderness collapsed.

A thick bolt of lightning fell down and hit the pillar.

The pillars instantly turned into ashes, and the entire altar collapsed.

Li Muchen fell from the air while holding Lin Manqing.

Before the person hit the ground, the second thunder fell, hitting Li Muchen on the back.

Then comes the third road, the west road...

The second catastrophe finally arrived at this moment.

However, it couldn't have come at a better time.

He had just suffered from inner demons and was in physical and mental exhaustion, and there was Lin Manqing under him.

He could only hug her tightly and block her with his body, otherwise, any thunder would be enough to wipe out the current Lin Manqing.

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The people fleeing in the wilderness suddenly stopped.

This shocking sight made them unable to move any further.

Lightning bolts fell and thunder exploded.

As if the end of the world was coming.

They saw that every time lightning flashed, the shadow of the person in the bright light was always there.

Someone knelt down and shouted devoutly: "God! It's God! He is God!"

The people nearby also knelt down and shouted: "My God!"

This behavior seemed to be contagious, and people kept falling to the ground like waves.

Tens of thousands of people were lying there, never daring to raise their heads.

In this vast wilderness, there is a collapsed altar. The sky is a huge black funnel-shaped cloud. Lightning falls like rain. People kneel around it in circles.

The thunder lasted all day and night.

People knelt all day and night.

When people raised their heads, a red sun was rising slowly from the distant east.

They stood there for a long time in the sunrise, as quiet as statues in the wilderness, as if they were afraid of disturbing the gods who had come to earth.

After a long time, some brave people began to walk towards the altar.

After walking a few steps, he knelt down and kowtowed. After walking a few steps, he knelt down and kowtowed, as devoutly as an apostle on pilgrimage.

The people behind him also knelt down and moved forward like him.

The crowd moved slowly, with pious reverence for God.

The altar has long since disappeared, leaving only a piece of charred land washed by lightning.

People saw a man standing on the land, with a figure as exquisite as a sculpture, and a golden light shining on his skin.

He held a woman in his arms. Her figure was as graceful as the fairy in the painting, and her skin also shone with a faint golden light.

The two people stood motionless on the scorched earth.

It looks like an ancient painting about God left by some artist in the wilderness.

People prostrate themselves down again and prostrate themselves to the ground.

If there is a God in the world, this is probably the only true God they have ever seen in their lives.

When they looked up again, both men and women had disappeared.

Only the blackened earth remained.

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