Dragons only want to be in the water, and don't like to stay in the wilderness

Chapter 495 Hou Tu
"Brother, you are shameless! You have achieved the state of Hun Yuan and yet you still want to compete with me."

Taohou grumbled in frustration, it was clearly him who discovered it first.

“I’m really useful.”

Chen Zhu stretched out his hand and pointed down, covering the entire Lich battlefield.

"This is already a large tomb. I buried these tombs, and one day I may be able to attract a Hun Yuan."

The entire battlefield was buried by Chen Zhu. The saints did not care about this place. They could create countless scenes at this place and time at will.

After becoming a saint, innate spiritual treasures are no longer the only ones. In addition to reaching the level of supreme treasures, low-level spiritual treasures can also be refined by oneself.

Therefore, the saints allowed Chen Zhu to operate here.

Even though this Lich Battlefield swept across all realms, its scale was unparalleled in its horror.

Taohou roared and pursed his lips, "Okay, okay, who told you to be the elder brother?"
Chen Zhu ignored Taohou and filled all of this into a certain time period.

Ji Meng's tears got stuck in his eyes.

No matter how sad he was, how unwilling and angry he was, when facing a Hunyuan standing in front of him, all his emotions and thoughts were forced to calm down.

This is the great power of Hunyuan. If it is not deliberately restrained, the impact on all living beings and the great world will be fundamental.

"Ji Meng, why are you crying?"

Chen Zhu finally set his sights on him.

"Are you crying for your comrades, or for the fall of Heaven?"

Ji Meng nodded, he couldn't lie to Hunyuan.

Chen Zhu smiled.

"Daluo is the only one in all the worlds and cannot die. If you want them, go find them before the catastrophe."

"If you are unwilling to accept the fall of Heaven, you can just set up another one yourself. What difference does it make?"

The definition of death is for mortal beings.

For Daluo, it just means that he will not have their company at some point in the future. If he wants to see them again, he will need to go back to the past, or cross the almost endless period of time when they were resurrected.

Ji Meng felt dizzy for a moment. This was obviously not the best solution, but he vaguely felt that it seemed to be the truth.

What Hunyuan said was not wrong. As long as he spoke it, it would become the golden word and was destined to come true.

"I still have things to do, Ji Meng, you have dragon blood in you, maybe you can go to the dragon clan and have a look."

After Chen Zhu spoke again, he walked towards the past along with time.

He still has a lot of things to do, and a decisive battle with the lich is a necessary process. In other words, this is an important anchor point.

The Lich Showdown cannot be changed.

Because the saints preached the truth here, and because reincarnation was established here.

The meaning of time was defined in front of Chen Zhu.

He took a step forward, and at this moment, the heaven and earth shook again!
This decisive battle may have an end, or it may have no end.

In the distance, the Golden Crow was fighting with Pangu's real body. That was clearly the real body that could only be condensed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but at this time there were only eleven Ancestral Witches.

The last remaining ancestor witch was standing on the devastated land.

She didn't want to fight anymore.

Houtu.

Amid the ruins of a crushing battlefield, Hou Tu stared blankly at the endless corpses around her.

She didn't know what to do and kept this posture for a long, long time.

She could see those struggling souls unwillingly dissipating between heaven and earth.

She had been able to see the spirits of these dead creatures since the first conflict between the liches long ago.

At first, Hou Tu just took it for granted.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with these souls. After all, the entire prehistoric world was like this.

until a certain day.

She was practicing as usual, when suddenly someone asked her.

"God, I'm so scared, can you save me?"

That was the first soul, the first scattered soul to ask her a question.

She must have died not long ago, and there was a special aura surrounding her, so that she could ignore the pressure of the Father God's bloodline and communicate with her face to face.

That special destiny comes from heaven.

He is the offspring of an extremely noble being.

He is the son of Di Jun, the ninth Golden Crow.

It turned out that the great wizard of the Houtu tribe, Yi, had shot down nine golden crows with his sun-shooting arrows.

One of the first Golden Crows shot down fell in Hou Tu's tribe, and was then able to wander in front of Hou Tu.

"I can't save you."

Hou Tu's expression was cold at this time: "You have brought disaster to the common people, burning the earth with the true fire of the sun, and sunbathing Kuafu to death. You deserve to be killed."

"You have committed countless sins of murder, and this is the retribution you deserve."

Hou Tu didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and wondered if the child in front of her was pitiful.

But the Nine Golden Crow was very confused.

"I didn't know that everyone would be burned by the true fire of the sun. This is our first time in the wild land."

Jiujinwu had tears in his eyes: "We like it here very much. We have never seen such beautiful mountains, water, and flowers."

He didn't know why he was being killed, as it was his first time in the prehistoric world.

"Didn't Di Jun teach you?"

Hou Tu snorted coldly: "Don't make excuses anymore."

"No."

However, what the Nine Golden Crow said made Hou Tu start to take it seriously.

"We have always been in the sky, and no one has ever told us that we are in danger."

The Nine Golden Crow did not lie, and he could not lie in front of Hou Tu.

So, Hou Tu frowned.

"But even so, you will die. You are not Emperor Jun, who can commit sins at will without being punished by the heavens."

"But I feel so bad."

The Nine Golden Crows asked Hou Tu: "We just wanted to take a look at the beautiful prehistoric world. We didn't actively hurt anyone. Don't we even have a chance to repent?"

His words pierced Hou Tu's heart deeply.

Because Jiujinwu is still a child.

He really didn't understand anything, so he asked Hou Tu: "If you make a mistake when you are very young, do you have to pay for it with death?"

The first thing Hou Tu thought of was her past and that of other ancestor witches. They had also made mistakes, but they were lucky that no one dared to settle the accounts.

Her tone softened a lot: "But there is nothing I can do. You will eventually disappear. Maybe you will leave a trace among the endless tombstones in the tomb passage, but I...there is nothing I can do."

Even the descendant of Emperor Jun, the extremely noble Ninth Prince, could not stay in the prehistoric world for long.

Under the decay of time, the Nine Golden Crows finally dissipated in pain.

This gave Hou Tu a great shock.

In fact, she has reflected on this more than once. Now that the lich's stance is different, is it right to do this?

So, she began to pay attention to those scattered souls, began to think, began to contact them, and began to ask them if they had any regrets.

"I still want to live, my children are still waiting for me."

"I have a brother too. He will definitely be very sad."

"You know what? The lotus is fragrant and the snowflakes are beautiful, but I can no longer see them."

"Oh great God, I wish I could hug my love again, but she has been dead for a long time and I can never find her again."

"Now, I am about to die. If she were alive, she would definitely feel sorry for me, right?"

Hou Tu saw too many regrets.

These souls dissipated and ceased to exist.

Does she have any regrets?
Have.

Hou Tu thought of the father-like man who died protecting them at the beginning.

She also wanted to listen to fairy tales again, which was the most healing time in the hearts of all the ancient witches.

How great would it be if he was still here?
How great would it be if he could be resurrected?
It's not that Hou Tu didn't try to find a way, but now the tomb passage is incomplete, and there is a problem with the tomb god. Even if you can find the person you are thinking about, many tombstones are still incomplete. Many things can no longer be brought back.

“How can I change?”

Hou Tu has been thinking about this for a long time.

After a long time, Chen Zhu came behind her.

"Haven't figured it out yet?"

He looked at Hou Tu in front of him, and in a trance he returned to the past.

The girl looked at him quietly, but hoped to hear another story, but was too timid to speak.

Hou Tu is introverted and quiet.

But she is also the most delicate and sentimental.

"Who?"

Hou Tu stood up and asked back, and was a little surprised when she saw Chen Zhu.

"Candle God?"

"Can you come to Honghuang now?"

Who doesn't know the name of the Candle God? Who doesn't know how terrifying the Candle God is?

Now, with such a being standing upright in front of her, Hou Tu could not help but be alert.

"Now it's very close to the time when the Six Saints will attain enlightenment, so I can come here."

Chen Zhu did not hide anything and sat down next to Hou Tu.

"As long as it's not too outrageous, the Heavenly Dao wouldn't dare to cause trouble to me at this time."

"What are you doing here?"

Hou Tu's voice was mixed with questions. The Candle God would never come to her witch clan for no reason.

"You are hostile to me because I once collapsed the Heavenly Dao?"

He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. I am here to answer your questions."

He pointed his finger into the distance and said, "The Tomb God had already suffered too much, and was later killed by Luohou's God-killing Spear. Now he has fallen."

"The tomb passage is now ownerless."

"What do you want to say?" Hou Tu was smart and thoughtful. "Is this related to my doubts?"

Chen Zhu nodded.

"I can tell you everything, or I can tell you nothing. You will take that step in the end anyway. I'm just helping you understand it in advance."

"But I can't bear to see you looking sad every day."

He seemed to be joking: "The quiet little girl before would never let her expression show."

When Hou Tu heard this, a light suddenly lit up in her eyes!

"you……"

"Shh~"

Chen Zhu smiled, and a six-petal flower appeared in his palm.

The flowers spin, and the souls around them can't help but be drawn into them.

At just one glance, Hou Tu was attracted by the flower and was deeply intoxicated by it.

All other questions were suddenly forgotten.

She is about to become enlightened.

Chen Zhu took a step back and whispered.

"It is inevitable that the Three Pure Ones will become saints. They are the original spirits of the Father God, but the Twelve Ancestral Witches cannot become twelve saints, so there is only one person."

Hou Tu is this person.

There are nine saints in the heavenly way, the Three Pure Ones account for six, and Hou Tu accounts for one.

One can vaguely see that infinite creatures are grateful and will bow down to this moment in the future.

"After all, I watched the Twelve Ancestral Witches grow up. Please take good care of them."

He turned and left, and the six-petal flower was about to fall into the tomb passage.

He also wants to see someone.

Tomb.

The innate sacred being born from the tomb passage is considered one of the earliest gods after the emergence of the Heavenly Dao.

But, gods also have their own disasters.

When Hou Tu was realizing the truth, the emergence of the six realms of reincarnation must have required the tomb passage as fuel.

And tombs are an indispensable hurdle that must be avoided.

The tomb passage at this time seemed exactly the same as when Chen Zhu first came here.

However, it is incomplete, and the inherent sacredness in it no longer seems sacred.

It is dead silent here, even the sky and the earth are dead, it is a huge cemetery.

There are tombs of all sizes and heights crowded together, and every step is walking in the cracks between the tombs.

Chen Zhu found the tomb.

The monster was found, hiding under a huge and broken tombstone, with its body covered in darkness and cracks.

A foul-smelling liquid continuously flowed out of his chest, yellow fat and rotten dark red flesh were torn apart, and the name of the grave was faintly visible on the broken tombstone behind him.

Mufen will die, but he is Daluo, so he will die slowly, very slowly, and he will still be struggling.

The one who caused all this was not someone else, nor the God-killing Gun, but himself.

"Daoyou, what's the matter with you?"

Looking at the miserable appearance of the person in front of him, Chen Zhu couldn't bear it.

The grave is a very kind and inherently sacred thing.

Among all the new gods, he can be ranked at the front row.

But now Chen Zhu could no longer see the kindness in him.

"Another dead man."

The tomb could no longer recognize Chen Zhu, and only mocked:
"you will die."

"After you die, no one will come to find you again. You will be wrapped in eternal loneliness and tortured by endless silence."

"The living are all hypocrites. You will eventually stop coming and forget about us lying in the cemetery."

"hehe."

The face of the tomb began to twist, the flesh was torn, and the sound of muscles breaking could be heard.

"You will hear the most lively time after your death, you will hear the most beautiful things in the world, but it is a curse."

"Because...it's all lies!"

Mu Fen suddenly got up from the ground and pounced towards Chen Zhu frantically, wanting to eat his flesh, drink his blood, and bite his bones to pieces!
"Hypocrisy, falsehood, you are all things that really deserve to be buried!"

In the tombs, I have seen too many falsehoods.

Those who said they would come all the time no longer come.

Those who promised to keep their promises said not long after that she had reconciled with herself and brought another person with her.

"What children? What parents? What lovers? They're all fake!"

The tomb has completely changed.

This is also the reason why Chen Zhu came here.

With pity in his eyes, he reached out and held down the monster in front of him.

"Poor God, you were born in the most gentle moment of the tomb passage, so you are kind."

"But you have seen the worst of the tomb passage. Never coming back again is the most terrible punishment."

"Because this is the deepest contrast, the distance between the azure sky and the underworld."

Chen Zhu still remembers the appearance of the tomb at the beginning, which was in stark contrast to what it is now.

Then, his eyes turned cold.

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation needs a carrier, and there is no one more suitable than you."

"Let me help you relieve your pain. From now on, there will be no graves in the world."

He wants to kill a Daluo Jinxian once and for all!
(End of this chapter)