The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

Wen Nu walked into the depths of Nuwa Mountain, and there was a tall stone statue standing in the middle. The stone statue couldn't see the facial features clearly, but he could guess that it was Nuwa, the ancient god of heaven. I don't know who built it here.

Go around the stone statue and walk towards the top of the mountain. As he walks in, there will be one or two good fairy grass growing around him.

Realizing this, he guessed that the fairy grass recorded in the collection of fairy grass should be at the highest point of Nuwa Mountain.

But I don't know how long I walked, and all the surroundings turned into dry grass, not even a living fairy grass.

Wen Nu stood at the same spot and carefully observed the surrounding area, his brows were furrowed, and he bent down to check the withered jelly grass on the ground, and found that they were all facing the same direction.

It was the direction he had just come from.

After thinking about it, he turned around and went back until he came to the stone statue.

Wen Nu walked around the stone statue and found that the direction where the flowers and plants were facing was where the stone statue was.

He looked up at the towering stone statue, but couldn't see the facial features of the stone statue clearly. According to his guess, the stone statue was very tall, probably higher than Nuwa Mountain.

Seeing those living fairy grasses surrounding the stone statue, Wen Nu clasped his hands together and saluted it: "I'm sorry, Xiaoxian has offended me so much, I hope Empress Nuwa will not be angry."

He summoned the Avalokitesvara sword, stepped on the blade and flew up along the stone statue, the denser the fairy fog around it, covering people's eyes, making them unable to see clearly what was going on around them.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly regained his sight through the mist and saw the exposed hands of the stone statue, holding a stone that was about to cover the sky, and the stone was covered with emerald green fairy grass, among them needs.

Wen Nu's eyes lit up, he didn't expect such a surprise on the stone statue, he flew and landed on the stone, carefully avoiding other fairy grasses and walked towards the one he needed.

Different from other grass jelly, the one he needs is bright white all over, like a round pearl exuding brilliance, which can be noticed at a glance.

He bent down and took out the prepared shovel from the ring, carefully dug out the fairy grass, opened the wooden box and put it away together with the shovel.

Wen Nu was not greedy when he found the fairy grass he wanted, he stepped on the Guanyin sword and left the stone statue, and quickly flew towards the foot of Nuwa Mountain.

Halfway through the walk, my heart suddenly started beating, as if some danger was coming.

There was a rumbling sound behind him, Wen Nu looked back, and saw a huge monster chasing him not far away.

Frowning, he clasped his hands together to speed up, and the blade of the sword led him quickly across Nuwa Mountain, leaving an afterimage in the sun.

After leaving Nuwa Mountain, Wen Nu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the monster did not catch up, and left with his sword.

The monster drove away the outsiders, returned to the stone statue of Nuwa, curled up and hid in the stone statue.

An hour later than Wen Nu, the tyrant appeared at the foot of Nuwa Mountain with his baby, looked at the dense fog in front of him, frowned and stretched out his hand towards them.

When the fingertips touched the mist, they were instantly corroded and white smoke came out.

The tyrant didn't seem to feel the pain, he withdrew his hand expressionlessly, looked at the child in his arms, pursed his lips and wrapped all the magic mist around him, while he slipped into the fairy mist without any protection.

The sizzling sound of corrosion kept ringing out, Gu Yu's face was red here and there, his flesh was scalded open, blood flowed horizontally, his cold and handsome facial features were corroded by the fairy mist.

He gritted his teeth and glanced at the child in his arms, seeing that the fairy mist was corroding the magic mist at the same time, with a pale face, he continued to pour in the only remaining magic mist in his body to protect him and the fairy elder's child.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Gu Yu's eyes were corroded by the fairy mist, his sight was affected, and his whole body was in burning pain. The black clothes on his body were torn, only the one on his chest was good.

The magic mist in his hand was continuously sent towards the boy, his whole face was corroded by the fairy mist, Gu Yutong's eyes were full of stars, and he still insisted on walking in.

After a long time, the surrounding fairy mist disappeared in an instant, and the tyrant knelt heavily on the ground and fell towards the ground, subconsciously covering the child on his chest with his hands.

There was not a good spot on the tyrant's face, and even his legs and hands were corroded and bloody.

His body twitched and trembled in pain, and he carefully pulled off the magic mist on his chest, revealing the child inside.

Gu Wen opened his round deer eyes, waved his hands curiously to play with the magic mist, and when the magic mist disappeared, he turned his eyes to look at his father.

The frightening monster was reflected in the crystal-clear eyes, and the little baby opened his mouth and cried loudly in fear, shaking his fists around, trying to beat the monster away.

Wen Nu, who was thousands of miles away, didn't know that after he took away the fairy grass, great changes took place in Nuwa Mountain, and the gentle fairy mist turned into dangerous poisonous gas.

The sharp cry of the baby resounded throughout Nuwa Mountain, and the figure of the monster hidden in the stone statue moved.

The tyrant's ears echoed with the cry of a child, his throat rolled and he gasped for breath. Enduring the severe pain in his body, he waved his hand and called out the mirror. He saw his bloody and pitted face, and his black eyes were dark and violent, and he crushed them severely. In the mirror in his hand, the broken and sharp lens was inserted into the flesh, and more and more blood flowed.

Taking a deep breath, he covered the corroded area with magic mist, but only half of it recovered, his face was still ugly with pits and pits, and even his hands were full of scars left by corrosion.

Afraid to continue to scare the child, Gu Yu directly used the magic mist as a mask, endured the pain and sat up from the ground, bent down to hold the child in his arms, and gently patted his back carefully.

The voice corroded by the fairy mist was dry and hoarse, like the sound of dead wood being trampled: "Don't be afraid, my child, it's the father..."

Seeing the familiar black mist, the little baby stopped crying, blinked pitifully, and the teardrops hanging from the eyelashes fell on the brocade quilt with a clatter.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

Shaking his small fist, he reached out to his father, wanting to play with the magic fog.

The tyrant heaved a sigh of relief, and stretched out a finger for the child to hold. His legs were limply on the ground, and he was so corrupted by the fairy mist that he couldn't stand up.

Vigilantly set up an enchantment around, hold the baby and rest well, and wait for the pain on the body to ease before continuing to search for the loam.

The little baby giggled while holding his father's finger, as if he wasn't the one who was crying just now.

Gu Yu was used to this, so he took out the goat's milk stored in the ring, and carefully fed the baby.

When his legs could barely stand up, the tyrant struggled to get up from the ground, tied the child to his chest, removed the barrier and walked up the mountain.

Seeing the stone statue in the middle of the mountain from a distance, his eyes flashed. Since there is a statue of Nuwa on the mountain, the loam soil may be near the stone statue.

Xiloam is the sacred soil that Nuwa created mortals, and it has always been by Nuwa's side. Now that Nuwa has long since fallen, Xiloam will be near the statue of Nuwa Empress.

The tyrant rushed towards the statue, but the monster in the stone statue sensed that outsiders had entered Nuwa Mountain, and instantly opened its blood-red eyes, and its huge body came out of the stone statue, running towards the intruder.

The rumbling sound showed the danger, and the tyrant who heard the sound instantly summoned his weapon, and waved his hands to let the magic mist cover the child on his chest.

The figure of a monster gradually appeared in his eyes, and the huge body stirred up dust on the ground.

Gu Yu stared at the big blood red eyes expressionlessly, and the phoenix eyes narrowed slightly and took the lead to attack.

The monster arched its back and rushed towards the intruder, opened its mouth to reveal sharp canine teeth, and bit the intruder fiercely.

Seeing that he was about to be bitten by the monster, the tyrant turned over to avoid it, stepped heavily on the head of the monster with his toes, and swung the blood jade magic flute to hit the monster below him.

In an instant, thick red mist burst out from the blood jade magic flute, knocking the monster flying into the dead tree.

The tyrant's tattered black clothes were completely torn apart after the fight, and a large piece fell off from the hem of the clothes, exposing the red-soled dark-faced boots.

The monster shook its head, staring at the intruder with big blood red eyes, arched its back and continued to fight him.

The tyrant was already seriously injured by the fairy mist. Now he has been fighting with monsters for a long time, and his physical strength is gradually exhausted. A careless calf was bitten by sharp fangs, and a piece of flesh and blood was forcibly pulled off, exposing the white bones inside.

The tyrant frowned tightly, his corroded and pitted face was pale and bloodless.Wiping off the blood overflowing from the corner of his lips, he casually glanced at the wound on his leg, without changing his face, he summoned the Tianzi Sword, palms up, controlling the Blood Jade Magic Flute and the Tianzi Sword to attack the monster.

The monster dodged the attack nimbly, and suddenly appeared in front of the intruder, lowering its head and stabbing at him fiercely with its sharp horns.

Gu Yuben was facing it. Seeing that the monster was about to hurt the boy in the chest, his pupils narrowed slightly and he turned sideways to reveal his back.

The sharp horns passed through the shoulder blades and were pushed under the tree by the monster.The tyrant spat out a mouthful of blood, covered the child on his chest with one hand, stepped on the dead tree with his toes, and pulled out the horn on his back with all his strength. Before the monster could react, he summoned the blood jade magic flute to swallow it In the red mist.

"Ow—"

The sound of a monster howling in pain came from the red magic mist. After an unknown amount of time, the blood jade magic flute fell to the ground, and the red mist dissipated, revealing the devoured monster with only bones left.

The tyrant's legs went limp and he knelt heavily on the ground. The trousers on his calves had been soaked in blood and were stained dark. Even his shoulder blades were constantly spraying blood.

Opening his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes turned black, and his bones all over his body were aching.

The thin and cool lips turned blue and purple at this time, and black blood began to emerge from the wound bitten by the monster.

The tyrant tightly supported the dead tree next to him, closed his eyes and bit the tip of his tongue fiercely to keep himself awake, raised his phoenix eyes to look at the towering stone statue, gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground, step by step he bent his waist towards the The stone statue goes.

The blood left a long trail behind him, staining the land on Nuwa Mountain red.

The child on the chest didn't know that the father was injured, and slept soundly wrapped in the magic mist, without any strange smell.

As soon as he was about to reach the stone statue, the ground under his feet suddenly shook, and the statue of Nu Wa suddenly flashed white light, and flew towards Gu Yufei.

The tyrant's pupils shrank slightly, and he dodged stiffly, but he was still hit by the white light, and his eyes went dark and he passed out.

On the withered fairy grass, Emperor Xuanyi was soaked in his own blood, his eyes were closed tightly as if he was lifeless.

The magic mist on the chest lost its master's control, and quickly slipped back into the master's body, revealing a fragile baby.

On the empty Nuwa Mountain, an ethereal voice suddenly sounded, and a fairy in red appeared in front of the stone statue.

"Huh? Is it a hybrid of fairy and devil?"

The red-clothed fairy walked towards the blood man on the ground, standing in front of him condescendingly, and waved a baby of mixed blood of fairy and devil floating in front of him.

There is a dark red plum blossom on the fairy's forehead, which is the same color as the fairy clothes on his body, and his white hair is blown behind him by the wind.

Gu Wen looked at the stranger in front of him curiously, and babbled and waved his small fist.

The red-clothed fairy chuckled, stretched out a finger and poked the little baby's fist, and it was soft.

"Well, it's a good pinch."

He pinched the baby's round cheeks, reached out to hold him in his arms, looked down at the blood man on the ground, and saw the plum blossom mark on the blood man's forehead through the bumpy facial features.

"It turned out to be an acquaintance."

The pure magic mist emerged from the fingertips, covering the bloody man on the ground layer by layer. After a while, the magic mist dissipated, and the face returned to its original shape, which was [-]/[-] similar to his.

The fairy in red sat cross-legged on the ground, squinting his eyes and teasing the baby until his eyes were filled with tears, and he was about to cry when he turned his little mouth.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." The fairy in red hurriedly withdrew his hand and gently shook the baby in his arms, but it was useless, and the shrill cry passed through the entire Nuwa Mountain in an instant. , Let the only remaining creatures on Nuwa Mountain move.

The immortal had no choice but to put the baby back on the person with a wave of his hand. The figure disappeared under the stone statue in an instant, and he was so frightened that he ran away.

The tyrant was plunged into darkness, and suddenly a child's cry sounded in his ears, wondering if the child was in danger, struggling to wake up from the darkness.

Opening his eyes suddenly, he quickly untied the tie on his chest and hugged the child in his arms. He was relieved to see that he was safe and sound.

"Hey, Xiaobao won't cry, Father is here."

Holding the baby and shaking it gently, gently wiped away the tears on his face.

The little baby sniffed aggrievedly, his little face was flushed from crying, and when he saw his father wake up, he babbled about the bad guy who was teasing him.

However, the tyrant couldn't understand what he was talking about. Seeing that the baby stopped crying, he checked the wound on his body.

The wound on the shoulder blade was still bleeding, and the most serious one was the calf. The place where it was bitten by the monster was bleeding poisonously, and the white bones were clearly visible in the sun.

The tyrant's lips were blue and purple, he looked at the wound on his leg, took out the antidote pill from the ring, and first eliminated the poison of the monster.As for the wound, he sprinkled gold sore medicine at will, wrapped it in gauze, got up and walked towards the statue of Nuwa.

Holding the baby in one hand, exploring the stone statue with the other.

The red-clothed immortal hiding in the stone statue secretly teased the little baby in the blood man's arms, and sure enough, he heard that sharp cry again.

Immortal sighed, touched his face, wondering if he was scary, why did he make him cry just by teasing him!

The tyrant vigilantly surrounded the child with magic mist, and gently shook the brocade quilt: "Xiaobao is not afraid, Father will protect you."

The little baby's small fleshy hands tightly held the father's hair, and the round deer eyes were full of tears, so scared that he dared not look at the stone statue.

Gu Yufeng narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the position where the red-clothed immortal was hiding, and turned on her toes to summon the Tianzijian to step on the sword and fly towards the top of the stone statue.

The red-clothed fairy reluctantly glanced at the baby in the man's arms, sighed and returned to the ground.

That's all, don't tease him anymore.

Sensing the disappearance of that line of sight, the tyrant looked down at the bottom of the stone statue, and with a cold face, retracted his gaze and quickly moved towards the top of the stone statue.

Seeing the poisonous mist entangled in the sky, he frowned and quickly let the magic mist envelop the child.

There was a sizzling sound, and his body was once again corroded by the fairy mist.

Fortunately, this time, I quickly left the mist and saw the top of the statue of Nuwa.

Getting off the sword body, the tyrant staggered and almost fell, hugged the child in his arms tightly, and knelt on the ground with one knee while supporting Tianzijian.

Blood spilled from the corner of his lips again, and his face was hot and painful, as if he had been roasted by a raging fire.

He stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his lips, and the white gauze wrapped around his legs was dyed red, and the shoulder blades pierced by the horns of monsters were painful.

Pursing his lips, he supported Tianzijian to stand up straight, and walked towards the middle of the fairy grass with a white face.

The soil is surrounded by layers of grass jelly, shining golden light in the sun.

The tyrant was ecstatic, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his body, he rushed over with the baby in his arms, and stretched out towards Xi Rang with shaking hands.

He had read how to take away the soil in the book, his dark eyes were crazy and paranoid, thinking that he would be able to revive the immortal head soon, he couldn't wait to open the small storage box and put the soil in it.

Soon the soil on the boulder was sucked into the box by him, and he got what he wanted. The tyrant put away the box and tied the child to his chest and left here.

Stepping on the Tianzi sword and jumping down, the boulder behind him made a crackling sound, and then exploded with a bang, and the gravel fell through the fairy fog to the ground.

The tyrant controlled the Tianzi sword to avoid flying stones, and used the magic mist to protect the child in front of his chest. He flew through the fairy mist with a sizzling sound, white smoke was blowing from his face, and he didn't know where he fell with blood stained by the wind.

Back on the ground, Gu Yu took the child far away, but because of his serious injuries, he leaned against the tree exhausted, holding the bronze Tianzi Sword in his hand.

Without thinking about it, he knew that his body was corroded by the fairy mist again. He looked at the pitted and scarred back of his hand, closed his eyes and pressed his thin lips tightly.

His legs and shoulder blades were still bleeding, but Nuwa Mountain was still in unknown danger. He didn't dare to stay for too long. He looked at the statue of Nuwa God with dark eyes, turned around and walked towards the foot of the mountain with his sword in hand.

Thinking of those powerful and corrosive mist, he used all the magic mist all over his body to protect the child.

Because of the injury on his leg, Gu Yu walked very slowly, the sky was getting darker, and the only sound in his ears was the small snoring of a child.

Glancing at the thick and thick poisonous mist at the exit, he gritted his teeth and drilled in.

The sizzling sound of flesh and blood being corroded instantly resounded from the whole body, as well as the muffled sound of pain.

"Yeah..."

The sleeping baby seemed to be having a nightmare, waving its little hands and babbling.

The tyrant's eyelids were covered with white smoke, and his vision was directly corroded by the poisonous mist. He tightly clenched the long sword in his hand, and the back of his hand was once again bloody.

The white gauze wrapped around the calf could not stop the mist, and the poisonous mist penetrated into the gauze and corroded the bone-deep wound.

The severe pain made him unable to bear the blackness in front of his eyes, and his right leg knelt on the ground weakly, the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, and when it touched those corroded places, a puff of white smoke was stirred up with a sizzle.

Consciousness gradually blurred, his dark eyes were numb and empty, his eyelids were corroded and tight, and he couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly.

There was only the pounding heartbeat in the chest, and the buzzing of the brain was blank.

Suddenly, hearing the baby's soft cry, the tyrant suddenly woke up, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and walked towards the exit step by step while supporting his injured right leg.

I don't know how long time passed, the surrounding poisonous fog dissipated, revealing an ordinary human appearance.

Gu Yu couldn't see the direction for a long time, and he relied on his ears to identify the location. When he got out of the range of the poisonous fog, he couldn't help leaning against the tree and passed out. He hugged the baby in his arms tightly before losing consciousness.

Under the cold moonlight, the ragged man's eyes were closed tightly, his face was covered with bloody scars, and he couldn't see his original appearance clearly.

The right leg on the ground twitched and trembled from time to time, blood flowed down the white gauze to the ground, and a long bronze sword lay beside it.

The moon gradually disappeared, the sun rose high, and the sunlight shone through the layers of leaves and enveloped the people under the trees.

Gu Yu slowly woke up from the darkness, but because of the corrosion of the poisonous mist, his eyelids were stuck together and he couldn't open his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to touch it lightly, fumbled and hugged the child in his arms, took back the magic mist from the child, and used all of it to restore the light.

After waiting for a long time, his eyes were finally able to open, he looked at the surrounding environment, held the child up while supporting the tree trunk, stretched out his hand and recalled the Tianzi Sword and put it back into the storage ring.

Feeling the burning pain on his face, the tyrant's face was pale, his thin lips were dry and peeling, he glanced at the tattered clothes on his body, pursed his lips, took out a cassock from the brocade quilt, and covered his disfigured face in the black in the hood.

Enduring the pain in his legs, he turned into a magic mist and appeared in the city of the world in an instant. He took the money and found an inn, and prepared to go to the ghost world to find the Soul Calling Bell after his injuries healed.

As soon as he sat on the bed, the baby on his chest woke up, opened his mouth slightly and yawned, played with his father's hair with his little hand, and his flat stomach let out a gurgling sound.

The tyrant put the baby on the bed, tore off his clothes and covered the bumpy face, for fear of scaring the crying baby.

Take out the baby's goat milk from the storage ring, and skillfully hold him to let him breastfeed.

Gu Wen gulped milk with his eyes closed, but even so, he still held his father's hair tightly in his hands, his little face was white and tender under the sun.

The tyrant raised the corners of his lips subconsciously, and accidentally pulled the wound left by corrosion, his painful hands trembled violently.

The baby who was drinking milk was choked, and the goat milk flowed out of the mouth, blushing and coughing all the time.

"Little treasure!"

The tyrant's pupils dilated, and he picked up the child in a panic, slightly afraid of hitting him on the back, he was relieved to see that he stopped coughing, and took a handkerchief to carefully wipe off the milk stains on the corners of his lips.

Next, the tyrant didn't dare to curl his lips at will, and carefully fed the baby with a sullen face.

"Yeah~"

Gu Wen pushed his father's hand away, stared at the black cloth on his father's face roundly, his small mouth squirmed and babbled, trying to pull it with his fist.

The tyrant glanced at the baby's remaining goat milk, drank it skillfully, and then hugged the baby to burp.

Gu Wen looked at his father's big face, stretched out his hand to hold the black cloth on his father's face, grinned silly, and tugged hard.

"Little treasure, don't pull it."

The tyrant held down the little hand of the child and stuffed it into the brocade quilt. The back of the hand was scorched black under the sun.

The author has something to say: Wen Nu: None of my business!It was Xianwu who turned poisonous!

Gu Yu: With a kiss from the immortal elder, Gu will not be hurt anymore.

Wen Nu: No...don't...you can't talk...

Gu Wen: Hehehe