Did you know you were wrong

Another leap period of the Buzhou Mountains has arrived, and the Immortal Chongxiu stands on the ninth floor of No.90 of Xie Palace and looks out.

"Has mana improved?" He asked Jin Jiu who was kneeling beside him.

Jin Jiu is two thousand years old, and as a descendant of a cultivator, he only has some similarities with the immortal in his temper and character.

In terms of appearance alone, if you don't talk about his relationship with Immortal Chongxiu, I'm afraid no one will think of them together.

"Father, no." Jin Jiao dared not speak, his aptitude was mediocre, if he didn't have the background of the Jin family, his cultivation would be even lower than it is now.

Immortal Chongxiu was silent, as if he didn't hear his words, only the Buzhou Mountains in the distance could make him pay attention.

"Go on." He finally said.

Jin Jiu stood up, seemed to want to speak, but turned around and left without saying a word.

The house returned to silence, and the majestic body of the Buzhou Mountains transformed into various shapes. With the understanding of it by the worshiping immortals, dozens of changes can be made in a day when they are happy, and it is difficult to make one change in dozens of days when they are stable. Today The range of mountain ranges has changed hundreds of times.

It's doing the carnival before death, taking all of the mountain.

"How is Yin Lie doing this year?" He said to the window.

Someone in the room replied: "It's no different from previous years."

It was no different from continuing to wander, since he reconciled with King Yin, Yin Lie said that he would go home from time to time, and he really did, but his behavior became more and more frivolous.

He has learned to sell himself, hangs out with women every day, and is not diligent in practicing.

However, he is a bit diligent in observing his cultivation, and he also knows what method he usually uses to practice.

"Have you ever been lied to?"

"I have never been deceived, but I have deceived countless lovers."

Hearing this, Immortal Chongxiu's face became more serious. The world of cultivating immortals has not been cleared up for 2000 years, so it is very chaotic. He took so much trouble to deal with it that he didn't even have time to retreat.

Yin has been accepted by everyone, but there is still a gap.

He could see King Yin once every few months to discuss world affairs and rarely speak privately.

The world still praises him, but there are more and more selfish people.

Looking at the Buzhou Mountains in the distance, he confirmed that his days as a cultivator of immortals were coming to an end.

What kind of world would he hand over to Jin Jiu?

In a few years, the world of cultivating immortals may not belong to Jin, nor to anyone else. It exists out of thin air, and no one can be its master.

With his back to the window, he walked down the 99th floor of Xie Palace. There are his subordinates here, and there are people who ask and answer wherever he asks.

Only one place is deserted, where he can redo his Jin Qiu, his Jin Song.

The pines and forests under the cloud steps are tied together, and they were born when they were very young.

But they don't die, their huge foundation supports their life.

When Jin Qiu walked in, the pine trees got closer, and they tried to make way for their only owner. These unconscious pine trees were just doing this by feeling.

Jin Chou has long been used to this, he shuttled among the densely covered pine needles, walked very slowly, but still arrived in front of his parents' tomb after half an hour.

This place is the same as before, he was silent, and suddenly something appeared, and he began to dig the soil in front of the grave.

This is the tomb where his father and mother were buried together. His expression remained unchanged, and he worked hard.

Scoop up the soil and throw it out.He picked it up again, and after a few more shovels, he saw nothingness.

There is nothing here.

Exhaling a foul breath, he buried the earth again. This is how the world works. When a person dies, everything is gone. The consciousness is slower than the body, but only for a few moments.

They will eventually dissipate, like his parents, there won't even be a tomb of clothes.

He glanced at Jin Bai's tomb next to him.

Jin Qiu sat on the ground.

A moment ago, he heard a roar, the ground was shaking, and the loose soil in the tomb was shaken away, and the small mounds that had just formed spread out and became flat ground.

"Where is the immortal! Go find it! The Buzhou Mountains are collapsing!"

"Why is this happening? What happened? What about the immortal?"

"Where is Immortal Chongxiu! He won't let the Buzhou Mountains collapse! The aura in the world has changed, why doesn't he come out? If he goes on like this, the world of cultivating immortals will be over!"

"Stop talking, stop talking, what effect can an immortal come to have. God hates me waiting, we should clean up. How could such a thing happen during clean up?"

……

The voices of a group of people came to Jin Qiu's ears, whether they were anxious or pessimistic, everyone realized that something was wrong. The Buzhou Mountain Range was older than everyone in the world of cultivating immortals. It stood tall when they were able to open their eyes. There, it has never shaken, let alone collapsed.

How long has it been since the leap period this time, and the monks cried unbearably before they could be happy in the future.

"Have you split yourself up?" Jin Chou asked.

Hunyuan sat opposite him, "It's all right, he has every emotion I have, he can think about the world in my way, he will love everything I love, everything I hate, he will gradually grow up and become another complete me .”

"He has no memory."

"you do not

"Okay." Jin Qiu said.

He only said yes, without doubting whether Hunyuan could get the other self he wanted.

Hunyuan kept laughing, the more the Buzhou mountain range collapsed, the bigger the smile on his face.

"Are you going to the front to help? Let them worry about it themselves. No one can save the Buzhou Mountains. The Buzhou Mountains belong to my own heart. It is their luck to beat for them for a moment. Now I want to take it back. Give my heart back to myself." Hunyuan stood up, his body was nothingness, and the face he asked Jinchou to pinch for him many years ago has long since been broken, leaving only the abyss.

He kept laughing, laughing and jumping, his hands and feet were like strings, messy.

"Haha, what will he look like, he will be like me, he is me! Jin Qiu, watch with me, watch together! The other me, who has the same world as me, will definitely succeed this time. It’s not an individual either, I have myself now, do you hear that? The Buzhou Mountains are cracking and laughing, that’s great! Haha, Jin Qiu, are you listening…”

He is listening, he knows that the Buzhou Mountains will be completely cracked, and exist as a part of the new Hunyuan, that Hunyuan will continue to grow, and gradually have the same magic as the Hunyuan, and their mana will be the same.

The huge spiritual power contained in the Buzhou Mountains can give them the first support, and then more, a more chaotic world, less spiritual power, and an increasingly powerful Hunyuan.

Standing up from the ground, the ants were moving in groups, carefully circumventing his body, avoiding Hunyuan, eagerly, as if a rainstorm was coming.

He walked in the direction of the Buzhou Mountains.

"Are you really going? You don't want the world anymore?" Hunyuan stopped beating and asked Jin Qiu with a dark and empty face.

Jin Chou looked at him calmly, "Didn't you know that I would go?"

"You have to die when you go."

"It's time for me to die."

Jin Qiu didn't look at Hunyuan again, people outside were waiting for him, he adjusted his crown, and saw a group of kneeling people outside the pine forest.

Their waists are straight, their high crowns are straight, and their faces are full of sadness.

"Lord!"

"Let's go," he said.

The barrier of the Jin family was opened, and Jin Chou took one last look at the valley of the cloud steps in the Jin land. He looked far away, but he couldn't see everything. He could only hear the sound of demoiselle cranes flapping their wings.

The sky and the earth shook, dark clouds gathered in the sky, forming a swirl, and the rain poured down, hitting the ground and breaking through the branches and leaves.

There was a roar of thunder,

All things are mournful and mournful, but the aura is flying.

More than ten thousand monks knelt together and begged God for forgiveness.

According to what Immortal Chongxiu taught them, heaven will not punish a person for no reason, if he does something, there must be a reason.

The collapse of the Buzhou Mountains is getting worse and worse. With its towering body, the stones that roll down casually are as high as the monument to welcome the gods. The formation covers the monk's head, but it can't cover the rumbling.

When Immortal Chongxiu appeared, there were many tears on their faces, and they called him in a low voice: "Immortal."

"Let's all get up, I will use the formation here, if it succeeds, it will succeed. If not, it will be useless for you to wait together."

"But Immortal, the Buzhou Mountains cannot be supported by one person! Anyway, wait for King Yin to arrive, and we will hold down the formation together with King Yin, so there is hope."

"Yes! Together, the Buzhou Mountains can wait for a moment, the immortal can't do it by himself!"

"Qi Shang can't do it, you have listened to my words for many years, why don't you understand what I think."

The world was silent, there was no human voice, only the rain kept falling, covering all the monks, but it couldn't cover the worshiping immortals.

His blue clothes were all wet, his crown was still, he was as solemn and solemn as ever, with deep compassion in his eyes.

"Immortal!" Someone yelled.

"Immortal!" The heaven and the earth shouted together.

Jin Qiu said: "Back off."

"Ah!" Crying broke out suddenly, and the people from Jin stepped forward and persuaded the monks to leave.

Everyone could see that Immortal Chongxiu was telling them that the Buzhou Mountain Range was hopeless, and he, Jin Chongxiu, would bear the wrath of the heavens alone.

The world became more and more quiet, only people from Jin and Immortal Chongxiu stood together.

Immortal Chongxiu slashed his wrist, and the blood splashed on the invisible barrier and scattered in all directions. The red line can be seen all over the world.

For example, a red line can surround the Buzhou Mountains during the leap period, no matter how thin it is, it is enough to consume all the blood on a person's body.

The other monks in Jindi also slashed their wrists, and their blood merged together to form a barrier.

But the Buzhou Mountains are still collapsing, and its spreading mountains hit the barrier, making a piercing hum.

The fragile barrier only lasted for a moment, and then completely disappeared.

Immortal Chongxiu put down his hands and looked at the Buzhou Mountain Range. He didn't know what would happen next. Whether the wreckage of the Buzhou Mountain Range would stop after destroying the Jin land or turn into nothingness.

The monks around him bled so much that they couldn't breathe. Jin Qiu looked at the mountain by himself, but saw nothing in his eyes.

He heard no more noises, no falling stones, only a sudden burst of aura that filled the sky.

Buzhou Mountains Disappeared

Light up the entire rainy sky.

"Is it beautiful?" Hunyuan asked.

Jin Chou's solemn face suddenly became serious. He didn't answer, he just picked up a branch and stabbed it into his eyes, ears, and throat.

"Father!" Jin Jiu shouted from a distance.

Others stopped their young master.

And the body of Immortal Chongxiu collapsed completely, just like the Buzhou Mountains he didn't protect.

The Dawu movement was played, the cries merged with it, and the Hong Zhong rang together.

The day in the world of cultivating immortals will be remembered forever, when the Buzhou mountain range collapsed, the cultivators tried their best to save it, but in vain, they exhausted themselves, poked their own ears and eyes, and died to forgive their sins.

Pray for God's forgiveness.

The Buzhou Mountains didn't hurt others, they just disappeared forever.

The body of Immortal Chongxiu was not scattered, and he was buried deep in the Jin family, accompanied by his father Zaichang, Marquis of Jin.

In the same year, Yin Wangke, the son of Yin Wanglie, was born, and there was no master in the world of cultivating immortals.

When Jin Chou woke up, the wind and rain stopped, someone touched his face, and the spring breeze blew through his hair, he felt that his crown had fallen off.

"Gu dug you for a long time, and you actually stabbed your eyes blind."

The voice from the spiritual consciousness was extremely clear, Jin Qiu couldn't hear other voices, but could feel what the other party's spiritual consciousness was saying.

So he also used his spiritual sense to reply: "I don't want to watch it anymore."

There are some things that he is destined not to face, and he can no longer look at them.

The King of Yin took his hand and held it tightly, "Take you back to Yin Lie. Yin Lie has a son, and he was brought here and placed on Diqiu. There is a word on it, saying that he was born with Yin Lie. Ask Yin Lie , He only said that he has had too many women with him, and he couldn't think of which one."

"Yin Lie believes that the child is his own?"

"Trust." The child looked exactly the same as when he was young, except for one eye. Yin Lie couldn't bear to let go after reading it the first time, and didn't even ask who the mother of the child was.

King Yin frowned, he didn't say much to Jin Qiu, he just looked at Jin Qiu's empty eyes and covered them with his hands to dispel the cold.

They returned to Yin Land together, and heard Yin Lie's wanton laughter.

"Flip through the book for me, each pick out a name, and give it to my son!"

"Yuan Dengzhuo, what are you doing with a mournful face all the time! Don't you see that I have an heir?"

"Immortal Chongxiu died for everyone, you don't even feel sad, you still laugh like this!"

"What does his death have to do with me? My son is not much prettier than him." Yin Lie smiled happily, with no trace of sadness on his face.

King Yin looked at Jin Qiu, he was a little glad that Jin Qiu couldn't hear this

Yin Lie may not have Jin Qiu in his heart, but what he expresses on the outside is his hostility towards Jin Qiu. Even if this hostility is fake, it will hurt people's hearts.

It's a good thing Jin Qiu can't hear.

Instructing his subordinates to let Yin Lie bring the child to his palace, King Yin led Jin Qiu forward and left.

Jin Chou was held just like that, and the person holding him controlled the strength in his hand, for fear of hurting him, but he was unwilling to let go.

Jin Chou also tried his best to hold it, he didn't dare to let go, for fear that if he let go, he would lose everything.

He sensed it when Yin Lie came, and then he heard King Yin ask him, "What's the child's name."

"Ke, stick to it." He replied.

King Yin then said to Yin Lie: "The child will be called Yin Ke in the future, and he will be taken care of by Gu and Jin Qiu. If you wander outside, go."

Yin Lie smiled, "What Yin Ke, you are so strict? It's really ugly. Dad wants to restrain him like this? Have you been bewitched by Jin Qiu again? He made himself look like this. You feel sorry for him, what are you sure about?" Listen to him."

From the very beginning, he knew that Jin Qiu would not die, but it was ridiculous to fool the world before he died.

Yin Lie hugged the child. He really wanted to be a good father, and he didn't want to raise the child with Jin Qiu at all.It would be bad if he was taught by Jin Qiu to be full of etiquette and music.

But when he was laughing, Jin Chou had already stretched out his hand and hugged the child.

Yin Lie didn't notice it for a while, and the things in his hand were taken away.

Then, he was kicked out, and no matter how hard he knocked on the door, there was no response from inside.

"That's my son! I should raise him!" he roared.

Jin Qiu couldn't hear it, he just stretched out his hand and touched everything that was soft, it was very warm, he didn't cry, and his body still smelled of milk.

His hands began to tremble, Jin Chou knew that he had lied to the world again, what would happen to the world if the Buzhou Mountains were gone, whether it was his fault.If he really wants to teach the world, the world will have a chance to gain the Tao, but he deceives again and again, causing everyone to lose their way.

There are no born fools in this world, only the king and heaven of fools.

He was overwhelmed by orders time and time again, struggling in the world, no longer resisting, and blindly submitting.

He will be whatever the fate is, because he knows that he cannot resist, and he dare not try what he knows he cannot do.

He is a real fool, and the world respects him, so he is also foolish.

The monk can heal the eyes and ears, but he voluntarily exposes everything, and never hears or sees or speaks.

He can no longer think about his parents, he can no longer think about the world.

He couldn't resist, so he paralyzed himself further.

"Are you willing to accept a naked, not so good Jin Qiu?"

"Yes." King Yin held Jin Qiu's hand, and they cuddled tightly.

If someone bears it together, everything in the world can be borne.

It's just that such a person is too hard to find, but even if there is no one else, there is still oneself, and oneself can always bear oneself.

It's just that one is more tired.

Hunyuan wants to split his other self, he is a lonely coward, but he knows that he is credible.

Jin Qiu also has trustworthy people, he will forgive his mistakes time and time again.

From this point of view, he is luckier than the sky.

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