The adults also cried.

The disciple of the Imperial Beast Sect fell on the ridge and watched all this in silence. The torrential rain washed over them, hair on their cheeks, and everyone was pale. There were cries, tides, wind, and kowtows in their ears.

"Whale God... are you angry?"

The first person knelt down, the second, the third... Many people knelt down, and their hands raised the whale statue dedicated to their whole life, and their wrists kept shaking.

"Have you abandoned us?"

"Whale God... save us..."

"Save us."

"..."

The prayers were muffled by the rain.

But the black-clothed youth still heard them clearly.

Mu Di was sitting at the exit of the fjord where Yun Whale City was located.

Here is a crescent bay like the hook of a goshawk's beak. In the past, the fine white sandy beach was submerged by the sea, leaving only a huge whale bone looming in the sea.

Seven hundred years ago, a whale was injured and stranded here. People tried their best, but it was difficult to send the whale back to the sea, so they burned incense and held sacrifices. May my life be exchanged for the peace of the whale god. The sacrificial fire is burning high, and the sacrificers are aging without complaint. When the ceremony is about to succeed and thousands of people in the city are about to die, the heaven and earth whale sing. The whale god raised his head to face the moon and voluntarily stopped the ritual.

At the moment when the sacrificial ceremony was suspended, the flesh and blood of the whale god turned into bits of light dust.

When whale dust falls into the sea, countless swimming fish are born in the sea, and when it falls into the mountain wall, countless herbs grow on the mountain wall, and when it falls into the beach, the beach becomes white and delicate.

Whales fall to life.

Since then, flowers have bloomed in the wasteland.

The people of Yunjing City were grateful for the kindness of the whale god, so they built a temple under its skeleton and worshipped it from generation to generation. The "Xizhou Chronicle" recorded this incident and praised it in a sad and meaningful tone. The merchants and tourists traveling to and from the fjord felt it and came to worship it more. The Whale Temple is filled with incense, which is endless all year round.

A moving, beautiful old event.

"touching……"

"what!"

Mu Di laughed, jumped down the mountain, and walked towards the whale bone. He spread his arms to embrace the long-dead descendants of an old friend. Between the heavens and the earth, it seems that there are whales 700 years ago singing sadly.

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The snow on Tianchi Mountain is still falling, as if it will never end.

Divine Sovereign sits cross-legged, sword on his knees.

Taiyi whispered in the box.

Shi Wuluo held up a paper umbrella for him. He didn't look back, just looked at Jingshan from afar, and suddenly asked, "Alo, what is the result of the second time?"

He asked endlessly, but Shi Wuluo knew what he was asking.

——Twelve years ago, when the sky fell from the sky, all the merits stolen by the gods went into Yongzhou. Compared with the karma, are those merits less or more? Is it thousands of sparks, or thousands of evil results?

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spark.

Or evil.

What is the answer?

Tiandao, the only one who knew the answer to this question, didn't speak, just leaned down, suddenly clasped the ladle of the back of the god's head, inserted his pale fingers into his long jet-black hair, and kissed his god-king without a word.

The released red umbrella falls in the white snow.

Rolled half a turn.

The broken snow was lifted up by the ribs protruding from the oil-paper umbrella, and fell down like sand and dust.

... Xianmen is not the original Xianmen, and the demon clan is not the original demon clan. You know it better than anyone else, don't you? You are a god who penetrates the sky and the earth, and you have tempered the current twelve continents with one hand, but even you can't stop Kongsang from falling apart. We are only ordinary people, what can we do?

... What you owe, you should pay, and what you owe us should be paid. Pay off, the two are irrelevant.

... Now it's useless to talk about the past.

You are right.

Can't go back, can't correct.

Therefore, the Imperial Beast Sect was unwilling to cancel the blood contract, so the Thirty-Six Islands wanted to get back the blood feud, so the immortals and demons hated each other, and people and ghosts hated each other.

No one wants to turn back.

Qiu Bodeng suddenly laughed.

On and off.

He staggered and stood up, laughing lowly on the lonely peak of the thousand miles where the birds are hard to cross. Ribs shaking with laughter. In the chest, there is a smoldering fire, and thousands of swords are stirring. The icy snow fell into his pupils, and his blood vessels were frozen inch by inch, and boiled inch by inch.

"I bet! I bet!"

He couldn't help laughing.

I want to use laughter to make that fire rush out, and want to use laughter to shatter the freeze in blood vessels.

But nothing was done.

His pupils printed a cold sky.

There are dozens of stars in the night, and the light is empty.

"Betting that thousands of people will be for me in the future, and thousands of people will be for me! Betting on immortals and demons will not be divided, and empty sang will be endless!"

The desperate Li Feng carried hundreds of rivers south, and the mighty tide destroyed the first city. The statue was destroyed, and the Kraken jumped out of the water, biting the drowned people and venting their hatred.

"Betting that for thousands of years from now on, there will always be an immortal spark!"

The flames of Crane City had been extinguished, and thousands of wild cranes roared, circled and danced wildly. They converged once and became a roaming torrent, and the snow wings grew blood feathers.

"I bet!"

He turned around abruptly, spread his arms, and his flaming sleeves were pulled red by the wind.

"I lost the bet!"

"I think!"

"I think!!!"

Laughter mixed with injured growls, shaking the snowy Lonely Mountain... Over the years, he has been avoiding the second bet, just as he thought earlier that if he didn't recall the past, he could retain his original friend.Delusional thinking, as long as you don't hear the answer with your own ears, you can believe that you can still build an empty sang.

White snow is old in the Tianshan Mountains, and old friends make new enemies.