The years I was in the human world

"Brother Su!" Ke Rou's eyes were bloodshot. The demon tribe had already started fighting with the people brought by the Demon Lord. Seeing Xiao Fengzhuo spitting blood after being struck by thunder, she resented Lu Zhouxue for abandoning Xiao Fengzhuo and letting him suffer like this. She dealt with several monsters in front of her and ran towards Xiao Fengzhuo. However, before she could get too close, a thunderbolt struck her feet, as if warning her not to cause trouble.

Xiao Fengzhuo deliberately concealed the fact that he was one of the sacrifices in the Nine Directions Killing Formation, so Lu Zhouxue never thought that Master Mingjing's activation of the formation would implicate him. Now seeing him being hit by the five thunderbolts, he was worried that his already fatal injury would become more serious. While secretly hating himself for not thinking it through, he suddenly turned his head to look at Master Mingjing and said angrily, "Mingjing, your target is me, what does it have to do with Ah Zhuo?!"

"If the Immortal Formation is revived, it will be a blessing for the people of the world. The spirit of Dongshan has been accumulating for a hundred years, and now is the time for it to be completed." Mingjing's goal has been achieved, and he did not shy away from letting Lu Zhouxue know his true thoughts and plans. "The Immortal Formation is revived by his demon pill, and it will naturally end with his body sacrifice."

After today, with the immortal formation, he is the true god under the heaven. The ambition and undisguised arrogance and contempt in Mingjing's eyes were all seen by the latter. Lu Zhouxue pursed her lips and clenched her fists, struggling with the immortal rope on her body, but failed to break free. This thing is a top-grade magic weapon. The stronger the cultivation is below the tribulation, the higher the binding force. His current realm has fallen to the beginning of the concentration and the end of the Nascent Soul. It is not easy to break free from this thing, but there is a way.

Several more bolts of thunder struck, burning Xiao Feng's limbs, breaking tendons and veins, and bleeding gushed out.

"A Zhuo!" Lu Zhouxue wanted to block the thunder for him, but the lightning went straight through his body and landed on Xiao Fengzhuo accurately.

"Don't waste your time. He is the chosen sacrifice. No one can stop the formation, not even if you have divine bones." Mingjing looked at Lu Zhouxue with eyes full of pity and disdain, as if he was watching an ant struggling to death.

Xiao Fengzhuo was completely unable to move, but he still tried to turn his head to look at Lu Zhouxue, forcing a pale smile and whispering to comfort her: "I'm fine, Mianmian, take care of yourself."

Lu Zhouxue looked at Xiao Fengzhuo, who was covered in blood, and suddenly felt a chill seeping from his bones. His eyes suddenly lost focus, as if he had fallen into a deep nightmare. Xiao Fengzhuo's face gradually overlapped with the tragically dead Xiao Yueheng. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he subconsciously started to cry: "Azhuo... don't go..."

When Xiao Yueheng died, Lu Zhouxue asked Xia Yuchuan to stop him halfway. By the time he broke free and rushed back to Fuyue Palace after traveling 8,000 miles, Xiao Yueheng was already lying on the ground dying. His messy clothes were torn to pieces, revealing large areas of scarred and bloody skin, like livestock sold at a low price in a slaughterhouse, sad and ridiculous. His dark black hair was scattered randomly, and one could barely see a bit of his former glory. His exposed fingers and ankles were covered with scars, and in some places even the bones were exposed.

Hearing the noise, a pair of scarlet eyes looked over with hatred and madness. Seeing his appearance, Lu Zhouxue's heart trembled violently. He didn't know how he walked over. His voice was hoarse, as if he was crying blood: "Xiao Ling——"

Lu Zhouxue didn't know what to do. She suppressed her sadness and walked over gently to take him to heal his wounds. Xiao Yueheng shouted angrily, "Get lost!"

Before he finished speaking, both of them felt a warm sensation on their waists and abdomens at the same time, and blood splashed down Xiao Yueheng's throat onto Lu Zhouxue's hands, and finally dripped onto the floor of the palace.

"Sorry, Sui Mo." Xiao Yueheng had an abnormally violent expression on his face. He looked a little crazy, embracing death in an almost pious manner. "I can't wait any longer."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Zhouxue covered the sword wound on Xiao Yueheng's throat and carried him to the cold pool. She took off the bloody clothes on his body, revealing two bloody legs that were almost boneless. The sharp blade that pierced his legs was wet, and the blood on it was about to coagulate.

"Why do you take it so lightly?" Lu Zhouxue was sad and angry. She held Xiao Yueheng's hands, whose meridians were broken, and tears just flowed down her face.

"Because it's not important, isn't it?" Xiao Yueheng chuckled nonchalantly, letting the flesh and blood on his hands fall without a care. The man holding him knelt down and begged for the first time, "How can it be unimportant? I beg you, don't go crazy, okay..."

Time cannot heal scars. No matter when he thinks of it, Lu Zhouxue still feels pain. Mingjing's face gradually becomes blurred, and he has become the image of every Wuxian person who climbed Mount Buzhou and killed Lord Xuandu.

That face filled with desire and ambition was still equally disgusting no matter how many years had passed. The hatred that Lu Zhouxue had suppressed for many years suddenly burst out at this moment, growing like weeds from the bottom of his heart.

"We were born in the fertile land of heaven and earth. The desert wind has been blowing for a hundred years, and the four seasons have rotated—" The gradually exhausted divine power felt the call from the bottom of the master's heart, and burst out a last wail. The frosty white divine light symbolizing the cold winter surrounded Lu Zhouxue. The immortal rope could not withstand the destruction of the divine power and turned into powder. Lu Zhouxue opened a pair of gray eyes and slowly finished the last prophecy, as cold as when it first arrived two months ago, "Dry bones in the world."

Venerable Mingjing thought he had it 90 percent sure, but he didn't expect such a mistake to happen at the last moment. He was looking at Lu Zhouxue, who suddenly burst out with divine power, in doubt and uncertainty. The latter made quite a noise, and the other people who were fighting nearby temporarily stopped fighting and all turned their eyes to Lu Zhouxue.

"Is this... a false god?" Xing Yuan looked at Lu Zhouxue, whose divine light suddenly shone, with deep interest in his eyes. "It seems that the Ghost King's method can really create a true god."

The others were just like Xing Yuan. They showed no reverence, but were only excited about the birth of the gods. When they created the gods, they deliberately stripped away the faith in the gods. In other words, even if they created gods, they would be just a mere decoration with an empty body but no power. Therefore, when the gods were born at this time, they were not afraid, but instead coveted them.

Gongsun Wuyin frowned. He was smarter than the others and seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He slowly took a few steps back.

"Now that the god has been born, rebuilding the road to heaven is just around the corner, just around the corner!" There was a fanatical light in the eyes of the goddess Wuxiang, and her greedy gaze was fixed on Lu Zhouxue, as if she wanted to cut the flesh out of him.

"I'll go first!" The Demon Lord licked his lips, ignored Gongsun Wuyin, and rushed straight towards Lu Zhouxue.

A god without magical powers is like meat on the chopping board, ready for you to pick.

Lu Zhouxue ignored Xing Yuan who was rushing towards him with demonic energy. He turned around and hugged Xiao Fengzhuo into his arms, his fingertips stroking his cheeks, shoulders, and knees... His divine power was so strong that it only took a blink of an eye to heal Xiao Fengzhuo's fatal injuries.

"Azhuo, I have no godhood now, so I cannot restore your demon pill. My magic power is also at its limit and it won't last long. While I am trying to scare them, you can quietly take Kong Qing away." Lu Zhouxue whispered to Xiao Fengzhuo, who didn't say anything, which was considered as his agreement.

After curing Xiao Fengzhuo, Lu Zhouxue stood up and looked coldly at the greedy people. He threw out a sword in his hand, and the Nine-Direction Killing Formation shattered: "How dare a mere mortal covet the gods and attempt to kill them?"

It was not until Lu Zhouxue destroyed the Nine Directions Killing Formation that Ming Jing and the others became furious and realized that he was endowed with power. They were shocked and fearful: "How is it possible? He clearly has no faith, so how can he have divine power?"

"Because you didn't create him. He is a god." Gongsun Wuyin crossed his arms and looked at Lu Zhouxue who was picking out the leg bones. He was not as fearful as Mingjing and others. Instead, he was a little curious. He thought about the prophecies that Lu Zhouxue had just said, "Moshang Cangfeng... Four Seasons... I guess, it's the Snow God."

"Snow God? He's just a god of the four seasons. What's there to be afraid of?" Xing Yuan was not as knowledgeable as Gongsun Wuyin, so he wanted to mock him for his courage. "So you're afraid of me? You're really as timid as a mouse."

"Then you can just fight him." Gongsun Wuyin didn't even spare Xing Yuan a glance, but just fanned the flames in a calm tone, not mentioning that the Snow God also controls matters after death, is the God of the Four Seasons, and is also a God of Killing. His viciousness is even worse than those belligerent Gods of War.

Lu Zhouxue removed the bones of his left calf. Even though they were stained with blood, the bones glowed with golden light. They were undoubtedly divine bones.

"To be honest, Buzhou Mountain does not allow gods to use force in the human world." Lu Zhouxue stretched the leg bone in his hand and then bent it into a crescent shape. "But now Buzhou Mountain should have no time to manage my rules, so a slight violation of the rules of heaven will not have much impact."

Lu Zhouxue wrapped the white silk around the two ends of the crescent made of leg bones, making a beautiful bow. The sharp white silk turned out to be the bowstring. Lu Zhouxue raised the longbow and tilted his head slightly. An eye appeared behind the bowstring, staring at everyone coldly and ruthlessly, "Originally, Tianhan jade was the most suitable, but now I can't find a suitable material. Using divine bone is not too much of a waste of my bowstring."

As Lu Zhouxue spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull the bowstring. The arrow condensed from the cold air appeared on the string the moment the bow was drawn, with the arrow pointing directly at Mingjing: "It wouldn't be unfair to you if you died under my bow."

After saying that, his fingertips released the bowstring, and an arrow filled with cold air whistled away with endless chill. Ming Jing had no way to avoid it, and the arrow pierced through his chest. There was still a trace of astonishment on his face when he saw the arrow, and then it turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.

"This bow is called the Waning Moon." Lu Zhouxue slowly put down the longbow and looked at the others indifferently, as if he had just stepped on an ant. "What about you? Do you also want to try the power of my Waning Moon Bow?"

The hanging hand was hidden by the sleeve of his robe. In a place invisible to others, Lu Zhouxue's hand was trembling slightly. He was already at the end of his strength. He had already used up all his strength to shoot the arrow that killed Ming Jing. He couldn't shoot another arrow with the same momentum.

With the previous experience, the others did not dare to test Lu Zhouxue's strength. They all watched from the sidelines and did not dare to act rashly. Seeing that he had frightened the others, Lu Zhouxue breathed a sigh of relief. His arrow just now had frightened everyone. Xiao Fengzhuo had quietly taken Kongque away. He was about to get away, but Gongsun Wuyin saw through his bluff and blocked Lu Zhouxue's way with a fan.

"You want to stop me?" Lu Zhouxue asked. Their brief cooperation was as fragile as paper and could be easily broken.

"I just want to try out the power of the magic bow." Gongsun Wuyin said in a light tone, without further ado, he opened the folding fan in his hand and attacked Lu Zhouxue with a "swish". The edge of the fan was like a sharp knife that scraped the latter's neck. Lu Zhouxue rushed over in a hurry, but there was still a streak of blood on his neck.

Gongsun Wuyin missed the blow, and his hand loosened, the folding fan fell and was caught by his other hand, and then he slapped Lu Zhouxue's chest. He pressed on step by step, and the latter also got angry. He used the Cangyue Bow to twist Gongsun Wuyin's hand holding the folding fan, and used the immobilization spell to restrain his movements, and then stretched out his fingertips to press against his forehead, and whispered: "The Thirteenth of the Divine Way - Break."

Gongsun Wuyin's face changed suddenly. He still underestimated Lu Zhouxue's current strength. If this attack really hit him, at such a close distance, he would be half dead if he didn't die. At the last moment, he broke free from Lu Zhouxue's immobilization spell, and the spiritual power bursting from Lu Zhouxue's fingertips brushed against his face and exploded.

Gongsun Wuyin was blasted away by the aftermath of Lu Zhouxue's spiritual power explosion. A few drops of blood fell to the ground. A blood line slowly appeared on his cheek, and then bright red blood began to seep out.

"Ghost King?" Xing Yuan looked at the "Gongsun Wuyin" whose disguise was broken by Lu Zhouxue. He looked at the latter's face that looked like a banished immortal, and his eyes became more and more interested. "I was wondering why this beautiful ghost was so fierce that it could even withstand the Nine Directions Killing Formation and fight against me on equal terms. It turns out that the Ghost King has come in person."

The ghost king had a beautiful face, a compassionate expression, and his eyebrows were peacefully stretched, as gentle as the melting moonlight. His clothes were as white as snow, like a banished immortal under the bright moon.

Lu Zhouxue couldn't hear what Xing Yuan was saying, or maybe the other people around him didn't matter at this moment. He stared at the ghost king who had lost his disguise, and his chest was filled with emotions. He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. In the past ten thousand years, he had imagined countless scenes of reunion. Maybe the old friend would return on a full moon, or maybe he would stand under the lamp on a night with autumn colors all over the wall. It didn't matter what.

It shouldn't be so absurd and sudden. Lu Zhouxue looked at the face he had dreamed of day and night, without the fear and timidity he had felt in countless illusions in the past, only absurdity and disbelief. Perhaps he really couldn't recognize that person, he had disappeared from his world for too long, and his face had become blurred.

Lu Zhouxue looked at the embarrassed man not far away, his eyes moistened, but he wanted to laugh. He really didn't recognize him, and he almost killed him. How interesting! Lu Zhouxue really laughed, but he couldn't even laugh. His expression was twisted and stiff. He looked at the Ghost King and spoke softly with a firm tone. He had the answer without the other party answering: "Xiao Yueheng?"