Infamous system

"Sect Leader, Immortal Yunyang... Shen Chu's soul lamp is extinguished." The former Xiaodao boy now has white hair and beard, making people realize in a daze that a hundred years have passed.

When he came to report the funeral, his white eyebrows drooped, his voice trembled uncontrollably, and it was easy to hear the regret in his words.

Yun Shu sat on a high platform that symbolized authority and status, hearing the words, neither sad nor pleased him.After being silent for a while, he suddenly asked: "The comrades who came to crusade back then leveled Jianyang Peak, and now there is no place to set up a tomb for junior brother."

Although what Yun Shu said was a question, he used an affirmative tone.The implication is that there is no need to set up a tomb for Shen Chu who deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors.

Yun Shu was elected as the head of the new generation of Lingyun Xianmen after the death of the leaders of Xianmen.He had been sitting in a high position for a long time, and he had a lot of prestige. When he said something that seemed to be pity, the old man who came to report the funeral, dared not say anything, and walked out of the door tremblingly.

The new generation of boys guarding the gate heard the conversation between the two people in the room.After the old man came out, everyone rolled their eyes at him, and the disgust on the faces of the passing monks enveloped the old man like a black tide.

"That rebellious Demon Cultivator is finally dead, what a joy!"

"That kind of villain has only been tortured for a hundred years, it's really cheap for him!"

"I heard that over the past hundred years, the blood of that demon cultivator has stained the entire Rongchuan red."

"I also heard that when the prison guards went to collect his body, they didn't even pick up any bones. It's really a virtue from heaven, and he suffered retribution!"...

On the way down the mountain, there were loud and happy voices everywhere.The old man didn't dare to stay longer, and strode forward with crutches.

Today, he is the only one wearing the plain white robe that was popular when Master Yunyang was alive.If someone catches the handle, I'm afraid they will end up in a terrible end like those people in the past.

Stumbling along the rugged mountain trails, the old man raised his hand to wipe away the hot sweat that flowed from his journey.Accidentally, the white cloth strips tied around the thin wrists were exposed. The old man was so frightened that he quickly covered up the white cloth strips used for mourning.

After looking back and forth, he found no one around, so the old man stepped forward with confidence.

From Lingji Peak to Jianyang Peak, it took a whole day to walk on legs alone.The old man looked at the sun that was approaching the middle of the day, and seized the time to hustle on his way.

Now, I'm afraid I'm the only one still thinking about the number one swordsman in the world who was once the best in the world.

Occasionally, when he walked to a crowded place, the old man put on a flattering smile and bowed his back, for fear of offending others.But the passing monks saw his clothes as unlucky, and they either walked past the old man quickly, or told him to get out of the way.

The old man humbly let others insult and push him, and when he reached Jianyang Peak, his clothes were no longer neat, and there was even a mass of stains splashed by a child on his chest.

The setting sun is slanting to the west, withered vines and old trees, and black birds are circling in the sky.

Finally arrived at the destination before the sun went down.The formerly towering Jianyang Peak has become a huge pit, filled with remnants of soldiers and halberds abandoned by monks, and there are many kneeling statues of Master Yunyang around it.

The old man carefully took out the well-protected white condolence cloth on his wrist, and tied it on his forehead.He kowtowed four times to the center of Jianyang Peak, and then shed hot tears, as if he had done his best for the person on Jianyang Peak.

Looking at the dilapidated scene in front of him, the old man felt infinitely desolate. He was afraid that after his death, the only thing Yunyang Immortal left in the world would be the eternal infamy of bullying teachers and destroying ancestors, and no one would remember him anymore.

That senior Wei Xianghe with the golden light of the soul lamp has been ascending to the God Realm for a hundred years.How can a monk who has become a god care about the past?

I just hope that I can live longer, and that I can come to worship when the immortal king comes to worship in the coming year.

The sunset glow dyed red by the setting sun is reflected with the crimson water of Rongchuan River.The eyes are full of blood, as if some mighty man cut a wound on the edge of the world, causing the world to throb with pain.

"This is the location predicted by the Star Division, you can't blame me if you can't find it!"

Before the Emperor of the God Realm finished speaking, his throat was cut by the cutting sword.The golden blood of the gods spewed out, and as soon as the blood fell to the ground, tender buds and twigs grew on the barren shore of Rongchuan.

The sword-wielding man couldn't help but walk downriver along the source of the Rong River, holding the knife that was stained with golden blood upside down.Where the sword tip crossed, the vegetation grew wildly, leaving a stretch of dark green all the way.

The sound of grass and trees breaking through the ground broke the silence of the surrounding fields and woke up the monks and mortals kneeling on the ground.Everyone revered and feared God, and they didn't even dare to look up to see what happened.

A bold monk murmured in a low voice: "How can God come to the world?" The separation of gods and mortals is the law of heaven and earth!It is impossible for gods to appear in the world!But the majestic scene in front of him cannot be faked at all.

"Where is Yunyang Xianjun? Tell this deity, this deity will send you into the realm of the gods."

The god who was looking for on the river bank instantly appeared in front of the monk who spoke out. If it weren't for the deep and cold eyes in his eyes, everyone would be deceived by the faint smile on his face.

The monk didn't dare to look up, so naturally he didn't see the frightening eyes of the gods.When he heard the gentle and kind voice of the gods, he couldn't help but feel happy, thinking that the gods valued his courage, so he blurted out without thinking:

"Don't worry, God, I sent the monks to imprison the demon in the water prison of Rongchuan according to the divine will that descended from the Tongtian Stone, where he was eaten by fishes for a full 100 years, until his mind and body were completely destroyed. Look, God, the water of Rongchuan It's the blood of the demon cultivator stained red."

The words of asking for credit inevitably sounded a bit arrogant, the monk straightened his back after speaking, although he dared not look at the true face of the gods, he raised his head higher than the people around him.

"Master is dead?"

The gentle expression on Wei Xianghe's face was shattered, his eyes widened in horror, and he growled in a low voice in disbelief: "Are you lying to me? You are lying to me!"

As he said that, Wei Xianghe pierced the monk's chest with his sword. He couldn't listen to others saying something bad about his master, let alone such vicious curses.

"Tell me, where is Immortal Yunyang now?" Wei Xianghe asked again, clinging to the blood-stained sword and casually lifting a monk's chin.

But until Wei Xianghe killed all the kneeling people, the result was still that the master was gone.

Even the bloody blood flowing silently behind him silently reminded Wei Xianghe what the truth was.

"Master, the disciple is useless. It took ten days and nights to find the way to the lower realm. If the master suffers this pain, the disciple deserves to die, the disciple deserves to die..."

The empty eyes couldn't even shed tears, and Wei Xianghe knelt down on the shore in despair, curled up in pain.

One day in the God Realm, ten years in the Human World.After ascending to the God Realm, Wei Xianghe didn't care about the paradise-like enjoyment of the God Realm, and only wanted to return to Shen Bo's side.He jumped over the Fallen Gods, but was blocked by the law and razed Xisai Mountain. Unfortunately, the legend of the passage to the world there was just a rumor. He tried several methods passed on by the gods, but all ended in failure.

In desperation, Wei Xianghe broke into the Heavenly Palace with his sword, blocked by countless gods, and desperately fought his way to the Emperor's Palace.

"Tell me, how can I return to the mortal world?"

Wei Xianghe's body was covered in blood, and there were two magic weapons stuck in his ribs, but he completely ignored his horrific injuries.Looking at the emperor in charge of the God Realm on the height, as if grasping at the last straw that could save his life, his tone was almost begging.

At first, the aloof God Emperor didn't want to tell the lunatic in front of him the method.But every moment of stalemate, the lunatic killed dozens of heavenly soldiers and generals.

Dijun looked at the golden river flowing under the throne, and became more and more worried that the madman would kill him next.Due to the situation, the God Emperor agreed to make an exception for Wei Xianghe.

But it was too late.

"Master, they always prevent disciples from coming to see you, how can disciples spare their lives?" Wei Xianghe sat up on his knees as if suddenly remembering something, with a sincere expression and a serious tone of defense.

"Master doesn't like to kill, so disciples naturally don't kill people at will. They are all to blame." Wei Xianghe pretended to hide and sat up straight, trying to cover the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood behind him in front of the galloping Rongchuan.

"Master doesn't like fish the most, this disciple will relieve Master's worries." The gods can change the world with a single thought.As soon as Wei Xianghe finished speaking, all the fish in Rongchuan disappeared.

Picking up the cutting sword that fell aside, Wei Xianghe asked Rong Chuan, who was unable to respond, in a low voice: "Master, allow this disciple to leave for a while, and take some sacrifices for your spirit."

Rong Chuan, who was rushing silently, didn't know what the god had done.All I knew was that a moment later, that god, with blood stains on his plain white clothes, waded into the water with a smile, swung his sword in the melting river and killed himself.

At that time, the night fell and it was pitch black.As if the heaven and the earth were coffins, the two masters and apprentices were buried together.

"Fool."