The cinnabar mole that became a god after escaping from death

After getting a definite answer, Qing Xing raised his eyes and stared at the snow mist outside the window, his face was bright and dark under the dim yellow wall lamp.

died.

...It doesn't matter if you die, at least it won't hinder you.

He forced himself to think this way, but there was a strong hatred in his eyes, which were dim and indistinct.

Hu Yu couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a while, so she lowered her head and didn't dare to make a sound.

He couldn't help but carefully recall that late night many years ago, when Qingxing was forced to undergo purification, he was really furious and wanted to kill Pei Chu.

But now the time has passed, maybe the current Fallen Angel should only regret it for a moment.

Sure enough, shortly after the silence, Qingxing quickly returned to his indifference.

His eyes were heavy: "Where is William now?"

Hu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly said: "William's position has not changed, he is still the bishop of state A, and he should be in the holy court now."

He paused, then asked again: "Does the master want to kill him directly?"

Qingxing sneered: "Of course not."

He raised his hand, and Hu Yu immediately stepped forward and listened respectfully.

Qingxing simply told his plan, and Hu Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suppressed his excitement: "I'll do it now."

Qing Xing hummed indifferently, and stopped talking.

Hu Yu then bowed his body, holding the lamp and preparing to leave, but the moment he turned around, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

He turned his head, looked at the cold and lonely figure in front of him, and hesitated: "...The Demon Academy set up a tomb for Pei Chu, just on the edge of the forbidden area."

Under the dim light, the figure paused, but did not move, very indifferent.

Hu Yu then retracted his gaze and stepped back.

Dayang Yaoshan started to rain again.

It seems that since many years ago, there has been constant rain and snow here, and the mountain forest roads are often wet and muddy.

The cold winter wind blows, and there are pieces of dead leaves falling on the mountain, which is desolate and lonely.

Lin Qishan was much older than before, he was still wearing the tattered Taoist uniform he had worn for an unknown amount of time, his white hair was messy, he walked up the mountain tremblingly with a cane in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

On his umbrella wrist hangs a basket covered with a white cloth.

The drizzle was blown by the wind and landed on the white cloth, so he stopped panting and carefully tucked the corners before continuing to walk up the mountain.

He looked tired and lost his mind, so he didn't notice the figure following him all the way not far away.

Seeing the greasy moss, the old Taoist raised his head, and finally saw the stone gate of the Demon Academy that was already in front of him.

He took a deep breath, beat his legs, lifted the basket up, turned around and walked towards the forbidden area behind the stone gate.

Outside the forbidden area is a forest of towering giant trees with lush branches and leaves, covered in dark green and dense, so that the sun cannot be seen, but there is a tombstone standing in the grass beside the tree.

The tombstone is extremely gorgeous, and the people who came to pay homage to it at the beginning should be full of awe.

It's just that after a long time, no one is willing to come here anymore, old stone rashes appear on the edges, dust is also falling in the carvings, and weeds are overgrown.

The old Taoist watched quietly for a while, then came forward, put his crutches aside, and knelt down on his knees.

He pulled out the withered grass casually, and then covered the tomb with an umbrella, and then lifted the white cloth covering the basket.

The top layer of the basket is made of simple incense paper, neatly folded, and the bottom layer is a plate of dried fish fillets.

The old Taoist brought out the plate, placed it carefully in front of the tomb, picked up the incense burner, rolled up his sleeves, and carefully wiped off the plaster on it before offering incense.

The smoke was lingering, and after the yellow paper was burned by the fire, it quickly turned into ashes and floated into the wind.

The old Taoist clasped his hands and closed his eyes, knelt and sat in front of the tomb, silent and quiet, his face bright and dark under the firelight.

The drizzle was drifting, leaving his hair and clothes slightly damp.

It wasn't until the incense burned out that he slowly stood up on his knees, patted his clothes, picked up the basket and crutches, and prepared to leave.

However, as soon as he turned around, he suddenly met a pair of cold eyes.

The moment he saw the person's face clearly, the old Taoist priest's pupils suddenly dilated, and the basket fell to the ground, blown by the wind, and rolled to the person's feet.

The cotton, linen and white cloth fell to the ground and was stained with mud.

The young man then lowered his eyes and looked at it for a moment with an unclear expression, then he bent down to pick it up slowly, pinched the white cloth with his slender fingers, and raised his eyes.

Those eyes were cold and dark, and the old Taoist took a deep breath, shocked: "...you are still alive."

Qingxing's face was indifferent, he didn't answer his words, he just looked at the tombstone not far away, his eyes were dim.

"He has been dead for more than 900 years." The old Taoist seemed to see what he was thinking, and said coldly, "You want to come and take a look now."

Qing Xing then shifted his gaze to look at him, weary.

His face was blurred, but his tone was sinister and haughty: "I said that even if he died, I would have a way to bring him back to life."

"Resurrection?" The old Taoist sneered, clenched the crutch in his hand, "You should know who he is, the eternal god, the nine-tailed cat demon... Even if you are the god here, so what, can you still control the life and death of another god? ?”

Qingxing stared at him, with cold killing intent in his eyes, narrowed his eyes: "For his sake, I won't kill you."

The old Taoist didn't care about his threat, shook his head, sighed silently, turned and walked down the mountain.

His back was old and stooped, as if he was about to fall into the dust soon.

...But it has indeed lived for thousands of years.

When the figure of the person disappeared, Qing Xing raised his eyes and stared intently at the tombstone.

The drizzle was hazy, and it was covered by an umbrella, so the words on the inscription could not be read clearly.

Qingxing stood for a long time with gloomy eyes, feeling restless and angry.

Until the rain was getting heavier, he still couldn't step forward to take a look at the two words in the center of the tombstone.

The white cloth in his hand smelled faintly of incense, Qing Xing lowered his eyes in resentment, black fire suddenly sprang up from his fingertips, the white cloth quickly turned into ashes after burning, and was blown away by the wind.

As if stung by the flames, he suddenly looked away, turned around and went down the mountain in a hurry.

In the winter wind, Qing Xing's pupils trembled slightly, confusion and hatred intertwined.

He panicked, thinking that it would be better to let Pei Chu die for the time being, lest the kitten would only focus on saving the common people and hindering his revenge.

...yes, revenge.

Thinking of these two words, Qing Xing's whole body trembled, the struggle in his eyes disappeared completely, and when he opened his eyes again, his whole body returned to the cold and heartless Fallen Angel.

He narrowed his eyes calmly and walked down the mountain slowly.

Where to start?Thinking of this, Qing Xing raised his eyes silently, and turned his head to look at the quiet forest on the top of the mountain.

Why not, let's go to the Demon Academy.

----

There is snow all year round on the Everlasting Snow Mountain, desolate and cold.

Pei Chu has lived on the snow-capped mountains for tens of thousands of years since he was born. He thought he was used to this feeling long ago, but after going to the human world, he actually felt cold after returning.

His body was sealed off on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and his soul was also silent for a long time. Only recently could he occasionally wake up for a while, and then quickly fell into a deep sleep.

However, the time of waking up this time was a bit long, and the snow that had grown beyond the mountain melted and fell, but Pei Chu still opened his eyes quietly, with a cold face.

The dark red spot on his wrist had completely disappeared, but he could feel that the aura in his body was gradually becoming fuller and more intense.

Pei Chu had a feeling that the way to cultivate the last tail was probably to break it and then stand it.

So much so that after burning his soul, instead of dying, he achieved a positive result by mistake.

However, there was not much joy in his heart.

It seems that after becoming a god, sorrow and joy will become extremely light, and there will be no more emotions.

Fatigued and sleepy, he obediently closed his eyes.

----

At the end of summer, the island is still scorching hot and the sea breeze is salty.

Today is the final stage of the World Rating Contest. Early in the morning, the outside of the high stage was filled with figures of all kinds, with high-spirited smiles.

"No. 7, Ruiman, State A—"

"arrive."

"Number 19, Hydra, W State—"

……

Bishop William still drooped the corners of his mouth strangely, arrogant and cold, pinching the parchment scroll and calling the names.

Lancaster's Patriarch and Purifier President Xin Rui sat on a high seat on one side. Golden roses were embroidered on his dark blue robe, which was as dazzling as his hair color.

Surrounded by admiring eyes looking over, whispering.

However, Xin Rui kept his expression cold and silent, listening to Bishop Russell of W State whispering something.

After the roll call, Bishop William closed the parchment, turned his face to look at the young president, and snorted coldly, "Honorable Mr. Lancaster, do you have any comments?"

Xin Rui didn't look at him, and said calmly, "No."

He came from a noble background and was extremely gifted. Even though he was once stepped into the mud because of his family's ruin, he always had an elegant posture.

When William saw this kind of person, his teeth itch with hatred. In his life, he hated people who were born with a golden key in their hands. They could easily get the status they dreamed of, and they would never have to be humble to please.

There is no doubt that Xin Rui is one of them.

However, what is even more hated is the man on the high seat.Thinking of this, William's face darkened, and he looked away.

If the Fallen Angel hadn't appeared at the beginning, the dark red robe would have been wrapped around him long ago.

"... Bishop William? Bishop William?!" Bishop Russell reminded impatiently, with a contemptuous expression, "What are you in a daze for? Have you forgotten your work?"

Only then did William come back to his senses, and nodded his thanks in embarrassment, before turning to the players.

His expression quickly changed to haughty again, and he said, "Since everyone is already here, don't waste time and go to the finals quickly."

The purifiers were not on good terms with the Holy Court, and they were not affected by his yin and yang, so they just rolled their eyes when they heard the words, turned and walked towards the entrance of the enchantment.

"Hey, what the hell! Among the nine bishops, this is the most annoying one!"

"I heard that Bishop William was originally the illegitimate son of the Norman royal family..."

"Norman royal family?! Isn't that Lord Kolando—!"

"Hush! Keep your voice down!" The speaker lowered his voice before continuing, "It's him. Bishop William and the Archbishop were half-brothers, and they all depended on the Archbishop to be a little boy in the holy court." bishop."

The other party suddenly realized: "No wonder, I heard before that Bishop William wanted to raise demons to overthrow the archbishop..."

The voice of the voice gradually faded away, but William could hear it clearly from beginning to end.

His face was livid, his lungs were almost on fire, his fingers were trembling, he wished he could grab those brats and tear their mouths apart.

William was very angry, but he knew in his heart that what those untouchables said was the truth.

That abominable Master Kolando was indeed his half-brother whom he couldn't catch his breath after desperately chasing him.

Xin Rui looked at him blankly, turned around and left.

Russell didn't bother to appreciate his exasperation, curled his lips, and left with Xin Rui.

"...My lord." The teacher next to me whispered, "You should go to the high platform."

Only then did William come back to his senses suddenly, his eyes were unpredictable, and finally he snorted heavily, grasped the scepter tightly, got up and left.

Angry in his heart: Sooner or later, he will let the hateful Korando kneel at his feet!

As long as he could raise the evil monster again... When the thought suddenly came up, his eyes instantly became crazy, and seemed to be filled with fear.

The teacher beside him lowered his head and slightly raised the corners of his lips. His long and narrow fox eyes were full of joy that the plan went well.

There was no moon in the middle of the night, and it was dark and windy.

"Help...Help! Help!!!"

Desperate screams pierced the night, but were quickly covered by blood.

It wasn't until dawn that Bishop Russell of W State returned home after finishing the rating competition. He opened the door and saw the messy and ferocious bloody hell in the courtyard.

The pool of blood was so dark that the bitten and culled corpses lay on the ground in pieces, with hollow eye sockets.

The deacon behind him screamed and fled in fright, while Russell stood stiffly outside the door, his canthus tearing apart, trembling with fear.

This Shura scene is almost the same as the battle of killing gods hundreds of years ago... It is the return of the evil demon...

The second after these words popped out of his mind, Russell's face suddenly turned pale, and he clenched the scepter in his hand.

No, he was almost suffocated...it was the return of the Fallen Angel.

In the next second, a stench of saliva suddenly came from behind——

"What?!" Korando frowned suddenly, staring at the messy deacons in the Holy Court Hall, "The Russell family was murdered by evil spirits?!"

"That's right...that's a super evil demon black fox." The deacon lost one arm, the blood was smeared, and he was terrified, "All the Russell family were killed, and the bishop was also seriously injured."

The teachers below were shocked immediately, and there was tacit panic in their eyes.

They thought of the same name by coincidence, but they never dared to say it.

Korando took a breath and asked calmly, "How is Russell doing now?"

The deacon's face was pale: "The bishop has woken up and said..."

"say what?"

"He said he knew who brought the demon."

Ke Rando frowned immediately, and hurriedly asked: "Who is it?"

The deacon hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth, and finally raised his eyes in fear: "William...William Norman."

Amidst the shock and anger of the crowd, Bishop William immediately clenched his scepter tightly, his face livid.