"If you hadn't scrapped the flying boat every time, the pavilion owner wouldn't have handed over the Jinghong boat to me." Lou Jiang said coldly, pulling everyone into the flying boat.

The falcon wind wings of Jinghongzhou flapped, and the white sails were fully stretched, and they flew off the ground lightly.

It's also "smart".

As soon as the Jinghongzhou lifted up, there was an extremely sharp and harsh collision of gold and iron in the sky. Then, everyone saw the red-faced six-eyed Martial God in golden light being smashed from mid-air, like a shooting star. In the countryside outside the city. The Master Zhu followed closely and moved the battlefield to the miasma fog outside the city.

"This is... clear the way for us." Zuo Yuesheng muttered to himself.

"Sure enough, the color makes the wisdom faint." Lu Jing said.

Lou Jiang was confused.

At first, he thought about the "Master Zhu" who was invited by the old city to invite him. He specially threw a lantern to Qiu Bodeng to protect him from being hurt by the puppets all over the city. He thought that he should have a little friendship with Taiyi. For the sake of this friendship, if they hit the sky and leave, Master Zhu may not stop them, and maybe they will help.

But unexpectedly, the other party seems to have been paying attention to the situation on their side. Seeing that they are going to walk from the sky, they directly lead the Martial God to the ground.

This is not the point of "a little friendship", is it?

What is the relationship between Taiyi, the little master, and the other party? What's the matter with what Lu Gongzi said "color makes one's mind faint"?

He didn't stare at the Young Pavilion Master all afternoon, and Lou Jiang felt as if more than ten years had passed.

"I'll come, I'll come!" Zuo Yuesheng watched Lou Jiang control the Jinghong Boat, and his eyes were so greedy that he almost drooled, "Oh, oh, you are slow, and the daylily is cold when you fly."

"I still don't want Shanhaige to go to war with Taiyizong Medicine Valley because of 'the young master's flying boat accident, and the boat passengers were killed in the sky'!"

Lou Jiang refused mercilessly.

"Listen," Qiu Bodeng leaned against the side of the boat, and had been uncharacteristically quiet, then suddenly said, "What are they singing?"

Jinghongzhou was getting farther and farther from the ground, but the sound from the ground could still be clearly distinguished.

A whole city, more than 100,000 people, led by an old voice, sang the same sad song in unison with the same rhythm and the same tone. They sang in Zucheng dialect, which Qiu Bodeng could not understand.

Zuo Yuesheng listened attentively and translated for Qiu Bodeng into the elegant words of the twelve continents:

"Ah, oh, my God, bless me

Sacrifice my blood, bless my city

The wind is bitter and bitter

I don't know if God is blessed

make my heart ache

 …”

"It's the congratulatory song of the big festival." Lou Jiang was stunned when he heard half of it. "I know what the old city congratulations have planned for three hundred years. What is the plot! Refining the gods and transforming the spirits! It's refining the gods and transforming the spirits!!"

"He wants to refine the gods and cast a... an evil soldier!"

Hearing what Lou Jiang said, Zuo Yuesheng's expression instantly became horrified.

Lu Jing looked at him, looked at Zuo Yuesheng, and looked at Qiu Bodeng. Qiu Bodeng was sitting very far away from everyone. Lu Jing instantly felt that he was the only fool in the entire flying boat, and asked daringly: "What is the spirit of refining? Shenzu is Shenzu, why is it related to the evil soldier again?"

"Do you know how the spirit tool came from?" Lou Jiang asked with a deep breath.

Lu Jingxin said that I know the size, and I can't even recite "Zhou Zang", which is a must-see for cultivators.

Fortunately, Lou Jiang didn't really expect him to answer, just to calm his mind: "People die with souls, and gods die with spirits. Most of the gods who shelter the city will leave behind a little real spirit after death, and continue to protect this place. Water and soil. Occasionally, by coincidence, the true spirit will attach to the object and become a spiritual tool."

Lu Jing vaguely understood something.

"The spiritual tool is powerful, and over time, some people have gone the wrong way. Thousands of years ago, a traitor who killed gods and obtained spirits and trained evil soldiers came out of Tiangongfu."

Lu Jing was horrified, stood up suddenly, and looked down at the side of the boat.

The speed of Jinghongzhou's ascent was extremely fast, and in just a few words, it surpassed the height that the gray bird took them to fly before. The vision is getting wider and wider, and the entire city can be easily seen.

Zucheng is like a silver lake immersed in black mist.

With the ancient tree of Shenzu as the center, the shape is probably an irregular circle with a circumference of 3,349 zhang.

At this moment, darkness surged into the city from east, west, north and south.

In the past, the light of the gods was soft, like still water, like a veil. But now, in the light of the fire, in the vague congratulatory song, Gu Zong burst into a powerful silver light. The silver light is like a sharp sword, cutting into the never-ending black miasma. Lu Jing never thought that a tree can be bright, as bright as a star!

"Then... what's the purpose of holding a sacrifice?" Lu Jing's voice trembled.

"Plants and trees are gods, their strength is as weak as a grass, and their longevity is as heaven and earth."

The answer was Qiu Bodeng. He didn't know when he stood up and walked to the stern of the boat. The wind blew his red clothes hunting.

"It lived too long."

God is weak.

It cannot be like Kunpeng, like Kuilong, trailing its tail, and the Haiyan River will be clear as it passes. It can only stand in place, a leaf emits a faint light, hundreds of millions of leaves, hundreds of millions of shimmers, just like this, it is like snow and gauze to expel the dirty black miasma.

God is very strong.

Kunpeng Kuilong dies after beheading its head, but the root system of Shenzhao is endless, and it has accumulated anger for thousands of years. Even if the thunder cuts off all the branches and the sky fire burns all the leaves, it will have dead trees in spring, and new shoots will spit again. day.

"There is only one way to take away the true spirit of the gods." Lou Jiang's hand that grasped the rudder of Jinghongzhou turned white, "Let it use up the life accumulated over thousands of years, let it..."