The cinnabar mole that became a god after escaping from death

The dark red blood was washed away by the rain and rushed into the river.

In the deep forest, the branches and leaves dance wildly, and the blood splashed on the leaves sinks into the soil, revealing a coquettish dark green.

After the pollution, the evil monster is even bigger in size. When it raises its head and howls, it whizzes out a white cloud of mist in the heavy rain, drooling.

Lifting the claws and flicking the tail, the sharp blade ruthlessly swept across the ground, leaving trails of bone-chilling mud.

"Quick!! Southeastern!! Go directly to K940 for anesthesia!"

"What's going on! Why are there so many demons all of a sudden!"

"Protect Lord Kolando! Protect Lord Kolando!"

"Ah, ah, help—"

The terrified cry that was too late to be uttered was instantly swallowed into the stomach, turning into a foul-smelling blood splatter.

The wolves howled and the tigers roared, and they started to greedily compete with each other again.

Hundreds of evil monsters were densely packed, and they did not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy when they fought.

The sound of hastily loaded bullets overwhelmed the sound of rain, and human beings panicked and tried to fight for a way out from the mouth of the behemoth in front of them.

"Quick! Retreat!"

"Holy Court of State Z! Cover the Purifier and the Bishop! Evacuate quickly!"

……

The overwhelming black mist spread to the entire Yaoshan mountain range, and the demon spirits on the mountain were affected by the evil energy, and became insane and distorted.

Some who couldn't bear it even turned into evil demons on the spot, driven by the fallen angels, and violently attacked the crowd.

The bishops were anxious, and directed the law enforcement officers of the state to break free from a security circle, trying to find an opportunity to break through the siege.

In the center of the security circle stood a red figure. He stood under the black and gold banner of the Holy Court. His figure was old and his eyes were like a falcon. Through the rain curtain, he looked at the gods among the evil demons.

Qingxing met his gaze, passed it indifferently, and looked down on him.

Korando clenched the scepter in his hand.

Under the violent storm, the purifiers in dark blue robes stood in the rain, gritted their teeth and sacrificed various formations together.

For a moment, the foggy and rainy night was paled by this light.

However, although the superimposed spiritual power was strong, it still couldn't withstand the large number of evil monsters, and soon broke free, tearing and fighting even more angrily.

Someone couldn't dodge and was dragged away from the crowd by sharp claws, screaming and crying in horror.

Everything that was happening in front of my eyes was like a nightmare.

Trapped beside Qingxing, Pei Chu was forced to witness all this, with a dazed expression.

His beautiful pupils are no longer clear, they are gray and decayed.

Qingxing refused to let him escape, and even laughed with great interest, squinting his eyes: "Thanks to you for gathering these ants together, saving me from looking for them one by one."

Pei Chu shuddered and clenched his sleeves tightly.

Qingxing's voice was obscured by the rain curtain, but the intimacy in his eyes was clear.

Someone noticed this scene, as if they suddenly understood something, and shouted angrily: "Pei Chu! It's Pei Chu! He leaked the news and betrayed us!!"

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were on him, and then they became shocked and furious.

"Shameless demon! The Holy Court really shouldn't trust you!"

"Cunning! Scum! As a purifier, you actually help fallen angels deal with humans!"

"No! He is no longer a purifier! Fallen God's running dog!"

……

Pei Chu looked up helplessly, but met a pair of dark blue eyes.

Xin Rui was covered in a mess, blood was splashed on the side of his face, he pursed the corners of his mouth, and stared up here.

In front of him was a first-level evil monster lizard, which was pierced fiercely by the long sword, struggling violently and roaring in pain.

Sharp roses are engraved on the long sword, and the snow-colored blade is dripping with blood, just like its owner's gaze.

Pei Chu was stung by the snow, and shook his head in a daze: "I'm not..."

His voice was broken in his throat, making it hard to hear.

Xin Rui looked away, pulled out his long sword indifferently, exhausted, but turned to save another purifier beside him who was bitten by a wolf demon.

Pei Chu's heart tightened, and his eyelashes instantly became wet.

Standing on the side, Qingxing could see clearly, he was angry but also happy, he said coldly: "It's ridiculous."

"Kill Pei Chu! Destroy the Fallen Angel!!"

"Human souls are immortal! Kill the demon!!"

At the moment when death was approaching, everyone fell into madness, scolding with red eyes, and familiar and unfamiliar faces were blurred in the rain.

Of course, there are also people who remember Pei Chu’s extremely powerful spiritual purification power, knelt in the mud in despair, and climbed up to kowtow in fear and trembling: "Pei Chu! Pei Chu! Please help me! I really don't want to Die here!!!"

Pei Chu recognized that this was a purifier he had rescued from the finals before.

His gaze was more desperate than the other's, he was almost suffocated, and he shook his head numbly: "I can't help it...I really..."

"Keller, straighten your back!" Patriarch Louis stared at Pei Chu's face, and said in a deep voice, "Where the iris blooms, it will never wither."

"iris……"

The boy named Keller murmured and came back to his senses.

He staggered up and looked at Pei Chu in a daze. After a while, the awe and pleading in his eyes gradually turned into hatred, which was piercing to the bone.

Pei Chu looked at him, his face was almost transparent: "I'm sorry."

Keller was panting/breathing, his body's spiritual power had been stretched to the limit long before, but he drew a long sword from behind and clenched it tightly.

"Human souls are immortal! Fallen gods will surely fall to Shura forever!!"

He roared angrily, greeted the torrential rain, held his sword tightly and charged into the group of evil monsters.

Blood splattered everywhere, turning the sky red, and the roc hovering above his head screamed sharply and mournfully.

Pei Chu stood where he was, his eyes trembled, and he fell silent.

Qingxing admired this scene with great interest, and said slowly: "Look, it doesn't matter what the truth is... They only believe what they believe."

"You..." He seemed to be about to say something, but when he lowered his eyes to look over, the words on his lips froze suddenly, his face was gloomy and suspicious.

The devil whispered in his ear, but Pei Chu couldn't really hear it.

His eyes were blurred, and his ears were buzzing, as if a hot and humid liquid was silently dripping down the corners of his eyes.

Qingxing stared at him firmly.

Under the dark rainy night, the young man was thin and thin, his pupils were covered with gray, and bloody tears flowed out hollowly, which was shocking.

His velvety black hair slowly turned pale inch by inch, and his clothes were also snow-white, blown by the wind, swaying in deadly arcs.

Qing Xing said in a deep voice: "...what's wrong with you."

There was an uproar in the torrential rain, the dead leaves were smashed by the wind and rain, and the demons who were afraid of the pollution of the evil spirit hovered anxiously outside the barrier, screaming harshly.

Pei Chu remained silent, staring blankly at the filth in front of him.

He raised his hand, slowly but forcefully opened Qing Xing's fingers, stepped off the high platform, and walked towards the Asura Hell below.

Qing Xing immediately frowned, and said harshly, "Get back."

The other party seemed to have never heard of it.

Full of hatred, Qingxing stared at his back with gloomy eyes: "If you dare to help them, I will kill you right now."

The young man in front of him never looked back, his desolate figure was like a light, so thin that it would go out when blown, he walked towards the crowd silently.

Wu Zhan had just set up a heavy mortar, and violently knocked back the second-level demon in front of him. When he looked up and noticed the snow-white figure, he was startled and shouted anxiously: "Pei Chu!"

Xin Rui turned around sharply.

Qing Xing watched him drift away, hatred welled up in his heart, the light blade on his fingertips flickered dimly for a long time, and he was about to cut off that fragile neck almost in a second.

However, it never got off the ground.

He withdrew the light blade resolutely, and was about to grab him back when he suddenly noticed the situation on both sides, paused, narrowed his eyes again, and slowly withdrew his hand.

The sound of the rain was so loud that Pei Chu didn't notice the movement around him, nor did he care.

He was peaceful in his heart and devoted himself to death.

"Get out of here!!!" someone shouted anxiously.

Pei Chu didn't move and closed his eyes.

He raised his face silently, the cold rain fell from the side of his neck and entered the neckline.

Tortured out of control by the fear, the human spirit went completely mad. Seeing the young man walking towards the crowd, he threw down the evil demon, turned his blood-stained blade at the young man in front of him, and rushed forward with a roar of despair.

"Go away!"

The snow-colored long sword was suddenly thrown between the two of them, trembling and humming.

The knocked-off sharp blade drew a sharp arc and fell into the mud. The man missed a single blow, and shivered and curled up in the muddy water, crying and mourning.

However, other people around noticed the movement here, stared at Pei Chu with red eyes, and rushed forward in anger.

Xin Rui couldn't save her in time, and her eyes were red.

In desperation, he saw a figure suddenly rushing forward, picked him up, and dodged the stabbing spirit power.

"Old Lin!" Wu Zhan heaved a sigh of relief with a complicated expression on his face.

He was about to say something, but his expression suddenly changed: "Be careful!"

Then quickly set up the gun and aimed at the figure behind the two of them.

"...Give him to me." The god slowly stretched out his hand, expressionless.

With Him at the center, all living beings spread out silently and fearfully.

The little apprentice beside him had snow-white hair, and his expression was silent and empty.

The old Taoist took a breath, then looked at the god in front of him, and said in a low voice, "He is dying."

Qing Xing's face seemed to be distorted for a moment, and then seemed to be indifferent, with gloomy eyes: "Even if he is dead, I can still resurrect him."

The old Taoist stared at him for a while, seemed sad, and shook his head slowly: "You can't revive him."

This is the second time Qingxing heard such a decisive rebuttal, and his eyes suddenly became violent, and he repeated word by word: "Give me back the person."

The old Taoist stopped talking, hugged Pei Chu's shoulders, turned around and was about to lead the people away.

"... Courting death." Qing Xing's eyes dimmed.

Just as he was about to step forward, a heavy blow came from his abdomen.

In the dead silence of fear, gunpowder smoke overflowed and pungent.

Qing Xing didn't feel any pain, but raised his eyes heavily.He looked in the direction of the heavy artillery, with gloomy eyes: "Wu Zhan."

Hearing his name from the mouth of the god, Wu Zhan's heart suddenly trembled, he slowly tightened his cheeks, lowered his head, unwilling to look at the other party, and skillfully loaded the gun again.

Former colonel, now sworn enemy.

Qing Xing seemed tired of killing him, he looked away indifferently, got up and was about to chase in the direction where the old Taoist disappeared.

However, the moment he lifted his foot, a rich golden-red purification circle suddenly appeared under him, corroding white air.

Xin Rui lowered his face and calmly commanded: "All purifiers! Superimpose the magic circle!"

The purifiers in dark blue robes immediately came to their senses, closed their eyes, and gritted their teeth to sacrifice the last spiritual power of purification in their bodies.

In an instant, the valley was as bright as day.

Qing Xing was full of hatred and anger, he showed no mercy to Xin Rui, said violently "I'm looking for death", and raised his hand directly, several sharp green blades set off a hurricane in an instant.

"Zheng——"

Before the hurricane was about to attack, a heavy wave of light suddenly trembled from the center of the crowd, echoing and buzzing, with a heavy pressure.

Qing Xing seemed to realize something, and suddenly raised his eyes, staring at the dark red figure under the banner.

The moment the light wave cleared, several chains leaped up above the deep forest. The chains were engraved with dark red mantras, flying wildly.

... This is the chain of forbidden spirits made by the tree of life.

Korando opened his eyes silently and looked at the god.

"The Holy Court has foreseen Pei Chu's betrayal," he said slowly, "and has already prepared countermeasures."

The thunder and lightning roared ferociously, the thunderbolts were deafening, and the lightning flashed in shock, making everyone's complexions pale.

The mountain road was muddy. Pei Chu lay on the old Taoist priest's back and opened his eyes quietly: "Master, let me down."

The old Taoist paused and patted his arm: "Let's go home."

Pei Chu didn't move. He felt the warmth in front of him. After a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Do you believe it's me?"

He didn't ask clearly, but the old Taoist knew what it meant, and said directly: "I don't believe it."

There was a long silence behind him.

"Thank you." Pei Chu whispered.

He slowly broke free, fell off the old Taoist's back, turned his head silently, and looked at the sky behind him.

Above the deep forest, there is a huge scarlet vortex. The vortex is rushing, the wind is roaring, and it is covered with heavy rain, like a dark and bottomless devouring space.

"...Pei Chu." The old Taoist suddenly said, "Nothing is more important than life."

Pei Chu looked back at him slowly, and said, "Soul."

In the dark rainy night, a gentle light ignited in his eyes.

The old Taoist stared blankly, as if realizing what he was going to do, and finally showed sadness in his eyes.

The wind came with it, stirring the boy's snow-white hair.

Pei Chu looked over calmly, smiled slightly, raised his hand, and stroked the old Taoist's hair.

When he spoke, his voice was as cold and distant as ice and snow had just melted: "...Human, I will grant you a wish."

The old Taoist closed his eyes slowly and silently, his face was so old that it was almost withered.

"I would like...the world to return to its original state."

When Pei Chu looked at him, a golden-white snowflake seemed to rise between his brows, melting into light.

"As you wish."

A gloomy sky light came from the sky in an instant, silently piercing through the blood-stained rain and mist, like a vigorous and distant miracle.

Thick wind and rain swayed, and golden-white light spread silently.

The old Taoist kept his eyes closed from beginning to end, but his thin eyelids couldn't cover the light, showing a warm red color.

The old Taoist shivered as the fluff on his neck passed by.

It wasn't until the golden light went away that he bent down, knelt down on the ground, and knelt down slowly into the mud.

Taking a deep breath: "Lin Qishan...respectfully send off the gods of all ages."

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