The originally tranquil sea eyes are boiling, the water is like fire, and the waves are soupy, just like their solitary boat stopped on the Cangming that day, watching the sea water rushing through the stone pillars between heaven and earth in the morning light. Shi Wuluo actually just wanted the lonely boat to stop there, and he didn't need Qiu Bodeng to approach, it was enough to see Cangming Danhui.

Like a spring that came to the earth a long, long time ago.

The green hills are rolling up and down, the clear water is winding and rolling, pink peach, Qionghong, silver blue, light yellow, shallow... The hut hidden in the depths of the woods is submerged in the clusters of flowers. Ying Fei Yan dances and sings tactfully. Pieces of wood fell from the young man's pale fingertips, he hummed an out-of-tune song, carved a dark mask, and carved narrow and sharp eyebrows.

"Looks like something is missing..."

He raised the mask to the sun, thought for a while, then took a pen and dipped it in the gold paint and traced it carefully.

"It's a witch mask after all."

He explained it casually, with a bit of a smile in his tone.

"It's better to draw fierce and ugly, so that people are afraid of people, and it's good to be worried when ghosts meet ghosts."

That is to say, although the final painting is majestic, it has nothing to do with "fierce and ugliness". The dark mask is mysterious and beautiful, like the golden mask of a goshawk hanging in an ancient tomb.

"How about it?"

"Can you feel it now?"

"This is Baishao, this is Qinhe, this is Qingzhu, this is Daishan, this is early spring."

The sky is bright.

He introduced everything in a eloquent manner, with so much tenderness and so much joy in his tone, but those who listened only remembered the rhythm of the blood rushing under the skin, which was the beating of the heart and his temperature. Finally, he gazed under the hibiscus tree, the bonfires were burning, and the people were singing and dancing.

"But it's too lonely." He said softly, his pupils glowing with fire, "There is only one city and one star, so lonely."

For a long time, he looked towards the edge of the continent.

"I want to build the four poles of heaven and earth."

He says.

He really did.

Finally, as the stars fall.

It was the most splendid rain on the Twelve Continents since the birth of Hongmeng. Countless embers fell into the raging miasma mist, and every light was a bit of broken bones, and all the souls were ignited. Where to bury bones? Where are the mountains and rivers... not buried!

"I really hate this world."

Shi Wuluo's voice was hoarse.

All the cities are built on his bones, and they are the flowers that were extracted from his flesh and blood. Who still remembers the footsteps behind the noise as far as the four poles? ... No matter how beautiful the boats are, no matter how crowded and bustling people are, they will become hideous, and they will all look like unforgivable enemies.

"But what right do I have to hate?"

Shi Wuluo pressed the emaciated teenager into his arms.

In the remote southern border, the altar that has stood for thousands of years is turning rapidly, transferring the karmic sin that one person bears that almost destroys him to another person, dividing one person's life into two halves to maintain another long-shattered soul . This is a taboo ceremony that no one has ever held for tens of thousands of years.

Stealing yin and yang, reversing life and death, changing the number of lives.

The exchange is not only the life essence, but also the "destiny" in the dark. All the glory, beauty and smoothness of oneself are exchanged for another person, and all the frustrations, setbacks and sins of the other person are exchanged for themselves.

The star-like light rose from Shi Wuluo's body, and all of them did not enter Qiu Bodeng's body.

Since the beginning of the world, there has been no such reversal, and no one could have imagined that the head of the ten sorcerers with such illustrious reputation could have such a brilliant fate. From the point of view of fate alone, he should become the co-owner of the twelve continents, and he should become the savior of all living beings.

But all this was given to him by Qiu Bodeng.

"The most hated..."

"It's me."

Everyone is devouring his wreckage, everyone clings to his flesh and blood, and he is the biggest beneficiary.

Even if he doesn't want it at all.

…………………………

The golden fireworks bloomed under the dark sky, with great momentum.

Everyone's eardrums were buzzing, and the fire and vibration came from Shanhai Pavilion itself. All the attics, all the pavilions turned like eight-treasure rotors, and the Baoding turrets roared and blasted out balls of spiritual fire, blooming into blooming golden chrysanthemums in the sky. The petals fell like meteorites in all directions, smashing into the tranquil sea crowded with countless ghosts.

The golden light spread out, covering Zhunan Haimin, Shanhaige disciples, and evil spirits at the same time. The roaring Yaksha tiger Jiaosu gradually faded away, but Yinglongsi disciple Zhunan Haimin was safe and sound.

"You Shanhaige... Really fucking rich."

Lu Jing let go of his numb and unconscious hand, leaned against the city wall, slid down softly, and sat down.

"A 10,000 gold Brahma pure dust..."

Lou Jiang swayed, and almost fell directly from the city due to exhaustion. Lu Jing grabbed his feet and dragged him back with the last of his strength. They leaned against the city wall exhaustedly, raised their heads together, and looked at the main pavilion of Shanhai, which had completely turned into a military fortress. It gave people the feeling that a golden statue for decoration suddenly stood up and let out a deafening roar to the heavens and the earth.

Zuo Liangshi's half body was blood red, standing on the high pavilion at the top of the Shanhai Hall. The golden light made him look like a bronze sculpture.

He held a broken sword in his hand.

"You're stalling for time," Moon Mother slowly lowered her blood-stained staff and stared at his cold face, "Liang Shi, you really have a lot of things hidden."

Ying Zhong and Meng Shuangqing, along with the other rebellious patriarchs, landed on the west side of Candle South City, and together with the Moon Mother on the east side, they formed a faint encirclement.

Meng Shuangqing's face was gloomy and uncertain.

The main pavilion of Shanhai itself is a spiritual tool, and they also know this, but the original defense scope of "Golden Feather Map" is only the Zhunan Jiucheng itself, does not include Jinghai, and has no means of attack. No one thought that Zuo Liangshi would unknowingly transform it into a fortress with both offense and defense.