Abandoned son to become god

I still want to watch this long life with you, but I'm afraid I can't do it in this life.

Seeing Zong Heng's anxious expression, Shen Qi smiled and burst into tears, he clenched tightly the sharp sword formed by six dice, and swiped violently, in Zong Heng's frightened eyes, he cut open Clutching clothes.

Abandoning the whole person is like a bird that has lost its wings, falling into the dark abyss.

At that moment, it was as if something broke in my heart.

His eyes were full of emotions, and finally turned into nothingness. He held the cloth fluttering in the cold wind, propped up his upper body, and crawled to the bottom of the cliff. Mo Dao, who was watching closely behind him, firmly held his shoulders.

Taking advantage of the trend and falling into the barrier, Mo Dao saw Zong Heng's embarrassed appearance, and said harshly: "Zong Heng! He is just a notorious demon cultivator! Look back and see how many people he killed!"

The bloody and killing battlefield screamed shrillly behind him, and the cold wind blew up the blood all over the ground, staining the ground everywhere. The disciples who heard it hugged their masters, brothers, and parents and wailed in pain.

The purgatory-like scene woke up Zong Heng like a torrent of bells. He looked at everything in front of him, and then looked back at the dark abyss, his body cooling down inch by inch.

Mo Daoguan Zongheng calmed down, and ordered Wei Qingran to find the disciples who stayed outside the island to help them carry the corpses, while he walked to Zongheng's side, and put down an enchantment to isolate the people around him from visiting, and at the same time eliminate the possibility of their communication. sound.

When everything was ready, he said: "Now that Shen Qi is dead, your life and death calamity is also broken, and you can properly be the master of a pavilion in the future."

Zong Heng didn't speak, he was locked in a cage like a trapped animal, his eyes stared straight at the abyss, and his voice was hoarse: "You guys, did you plan it a long time ago, so you deliberately locked up this deity."

If it wasn't for a servant boy's slip of the tongue, he would have no idea of ​​the plan of Yizun Pavilion and the four major families to kill Shen Qi, but he was still late.

Mo Dao didn't expect this. After Shen Qi left, he negotiated with the four major families about the plan to kill Shen Qi. He wanted to wait for the dust to settle before telling Zong Heng about it, but he didn't want the news to leak out. It wasn't that Wei Qingran had notified him in advance, it would have been difficult for Murong Xian to stop him.

But this is also good, he doesn't need to think about any reasons or excuses anymore, so he said frankly: "Junior brother, all I did was for you, for a pavilion."

Zong Heng suddenly wanted to laugh, but he has been valued by the old pavilion master since he was born. There are no so-called emotions and desires in life, only heavy responsibilities are on his shoulders, so he can't laugh, and he doesn't know how to laugh.

Even when he was extremely sad, there were no tears in his eyes, he just said calmly, "I know."

Everyone is independent and has his own ideas, he will not resent anything, but he will not be the master of another pavilion either.

So after Mo Dao withdrew the barrier, he said: "Senior brother, I have given the seal of the pavilion master to my junior brother. You two can decide on your own who will be the next pavilion master, but I will not do it."

He made a bow with both hands, and saluted Mo Dao respectfully and solemnly.

Mo Dao's eyes widened, and he didn't dare to answer: "What are you talking about? Could it be that you still want to be buried with that notorious person?"

Zong Heng stood up straight, with a stern face and deep eyes. The cold wind blew wantonly his clothes, clanking, and he said indifferently: "Brother, after this farewell, I am afraid that we will never see each other again. Please cherish it."

After speaking, he jumped off the edge of the cliff, and Mo Dao's technique only stopped him by a strand of black hair.

He stared blankly at all this until Wei Qingran brought someone here and asked, "Xianzun, where is the pavilion master?"

Mo Dao woke up suddenly, he turned around, ordered a few disciples neatly, and followed him to find a way into the bottom of the cliff.

On the way, I met many people with red eyes and faces full of grief and anger. They all wanted to tear Shen Qi away, so they followed behind unceremoniously.

However, when a group of people reached the bottom of the cliff, they found no dead bodies among the piles of corpses.

So everyone began to say that Shen Qi might not be dead, and deliberately diverted their attention by jumping off a cliff.

The more I talked about it later, the more I felt that it made sense. After the members of the four major families and Yizun Pavilion respectively collected the corpses of their disciples, they began to issue arrest warrants, hoping to catch Shen Qi who escaped from death.

During this period, there were many changes in the four major families and Yizun Pavilion. First of all, Yizun Pavilion. Mo Dao returned to the Taimiao of Yizun Pavilion after Zongheng jumped off the cliff, and found that Zongheng's soul knot lamp had not been extinguished. The side said: "The pavilion master took Shen Qi's knot soul lamp before leaving, so is it true that Shen Qi is not dead?"

"Impossible, do you think that the direct descendants of the four major families are the cabbages that can be picked up on the road? Even if their abilities don't kill Shen Qi immediately, they will consume his vitality to a high degree. Demonization, the majestic and uncontrollable magic power in his body will injure his body wantonly, so no matter whether he jumps off the cliff or not, he will only be at the end of his battle." Mo Dao looked fiercely, and said: "So the biggest possibility is that Zong Heng took his body away."

Murong Xian said: "If this is the case, then there is no need for the disciples to look for the senior brother."

"Why don't you look for it?! Since he is the master appointed by the master, he can only be the master of one pavilion in his life! No one can go against the master's decision!" Mo Dao tilted his head, his eyes said coldly: "Junior brother, you have let Zong Heng go once, I hope you don't make the same mistake again."

Murong Xian touched the tip of his nose when he said this. He had no intention of persecuting Zong Heng like this, so he let go of the water a little while blocking Zong Heng, hoping that Zong Heng could get what he wanted, but it was too late. Doubt that it is really good to act like this.

But with Mo Dao's stubborn appearance, Murong Xian swallowed his words again.

The two worked together to conceal the news of Zong Heng's disappearance, saying that because they couldn't face the apprentice's various evil deeds, they chose to retreat and never see anyone again.

And Chen Huan went home to inherit the position of the Chen family. Although he was young and inexperienced, with the help of Wei Qingran, he still sat on the position of patriarch after stumbling, and he also made an alliance with Wei Qingran by blood. As a brother, he began to issue wanted arrests and killed Shen Qi without mercy.

The other two families, because of the excessive deaths of their direct descendants, became a little out of date and began to decline.

Therefore, unknowingly, the Xuanyuanwei family began to rise, and because Wei Qingran was originally the son of a mortal emperor, his status began to become somewhat detached.

Now, he is practicing elixir in the palace specially built for him by Emperor Xuanyuan. There are many books on one side of the table, all of which were sent by a pavilion to compensate the disciples of the four major families. A lot of comments made by Shen Qi.

Looking at these comments, even Wei Qingran had to admit that Shen Qi was a genius, if he hadn't been suppressed by the secular world, Shen Qi would definitely become No. 1 in the cultivation world.

It's a pity that those people were blinded by prejudice and couldn't see the uniqueness of Shen Qi at all.

Holding those alchemy books in his hands, Wei Qingran couldn't help laughing out loud. Now in this world, there is no one who can match him.

In time, he will definitely get the entire Yunluo Continent, and that cold-looking, unparalleled person.

In the scorching firelight, his eyes were shining brightly.

Since then, the sections of Yunluo Continent have been reorganized, and many things have changed with the passage of time.

In the first year, everyone was still waiting for Shen Qi to return.

The next year, they started to get a little slack.

In the third year, they doubted whether Shen Qi was really still alive.

The fourth year, the fifth year, so many years later.

Shen Qi became a ghost ancestor, lived in the word of mouth of many people, and turned into various versions, but in each version he was full of evil and notorious.

And the arrest warrant, which was already a little yellow, was finally dropped. After that, they confirmed that Shen Qi was really dead.

At this point, another century has passed.

In a remote temple outside the bustling city of Jizhou, in the secret passage behind the Buddha statue, someone is sitting in a formation. In front of him is a gloomy banner for beckoning ghosts, and the surrounding candles faintly shine on his face. , adding a bit of weirdness.

The man rolled up his sleeves, revealing some bruises and purple scars with bone deep visible. He picked up the dagger placed on the ground, aimed it at his wrist and cut it open. .

When the formation was all red, the ghost-calling banner shook wildly, the man's mouth suddenly grew, and something transparent was forcibly sucked away from it, and the moment it entered the ghost-calling banner, it emitted a golden light, and then It turned into the color of fresh blood, and finally turned into a cloud of pitch-black mist, which instantly shot into the man's sea of ​​consciousness, causing him to faint suddenly.

The narrow secret room became silent again, and after an unknown amount of time, the man suddenly snorted.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to feel severe pain all over his body, especially his wrist, which curled up uncomfortably as if being sharpened by thousands of blunt knives. He reflexively wanted to take the six dice out of his arms, but But only took out a purse.

At the moment they met, a strange memory suddenly poured into Shen Qi's mind.

It was a boy named Murong Qing. Because his parents died early, he left behind a huge amount of wealth, which was coveted by his relatives and friends. In the end, his uncle and aunt won the victory and raised him, but since then, he A hell of a life begins.

After the uncle and aunt drove away all the loyal servants in the mansion, they began to torture him in every possible way, not only the meals that were "accidentally forgotten", but also the "accidental" beatings and the "accidentally taken away" clothes One after another, they wanted to kill him and occupy the property left by his parents while maintaining their good reputation.

He wants to resist, but because his uncle and aunt are used to being good people, they get the reputation of being a "white-eyed wolf" every time they act.