Drink Cang Records

Under the light of the emperor's sky, all living beings on this land seemed to feel something.

Or the lady selling wine in a small town, or the farmer with a lotus hoe, or the monk who fought his way out of a dangerous situation, or the flower fairy and tree demon in the mist in the mountains, who accidentally jumped in the vast sea. The sharks who came out of the sea, they inadvertently looked at the sunset of today's evening, and they were puzzled.

This dusk... is so long.

The setting sun in the west mountain lingers, and the same goes for the bright moon in the east sea. The sun and the moon are in the same sky, but neither side climbs above the heart of heaven.

And that day's heart also seemed to lose the gentleness between dawn and dusk, replaced by a chilling iron gray.

According to legend, the highest place in the endless sky is the ninth palace of the Jiuque Tiangong. Above the ninth palace is the lower seventeen heavens, the upper seventeen heavens, the upper sixteen heavens, and the upper No.30 for three days There is a realm of enshrining the gods, which is the place where the ancestor gods live high.

Junlin Huangyu vaguely remembers that at the beginning, he and Changting Shuangyan passed through the Nine Tribulations and Ascension, and the seventeen-day True Immortal Realm was not as broken and barren as it is now, but as auspicious as he had dreamed Lingering... But, that was a scam.

After he tore off the immortal mask with fluttering fairy sleeves, all he saw was a withered face like a demon.

They are the servants of the fallen gods, those monks who are waiting for the lower realm to ascend to the real fairy world, and enthusiastically guide them to fly all the way to the sky, saying that they want to meet the ancestor gods, and then... wait for the ancestor gods to finish eating these monks. After being refreshed, they swarmed towards the remaining 'leftovers'.

If it wasn't for a follower who wanted to swallow himself and the frost banquet all at once, I'm afraid it's just a meal on the plate of the ancestor god now.

After secretly pretending to be the retinue of the fallen angel and cultivating for two years, a total of thirteen Tianhuang cultivators, including the Emperor Yin who also discovered the abnormality in the real fairy world, managed to block the previous sixteen days and seize the god origin of all the retinue of the fallen angel for the next seventeen days. In that battle, only six people survived in the end.

Sanskrit Buddha Lord was the first to leave, followed by Guazu, Yinhuang, and Changting Frost Banquet whose legs were destroyed by lightning over and over again in order to save the remnant soul of Changting Songxue. He pushed it back with his own hands. Endless days.

Fighting alone for a long time, so long that Junlin Huangyu finally only supported with a will, frantically killing No. 18 days, No. 19 days... No. 30 for three days.

Memories come to an abrupt end, and the footsteps of Junlin Huangyu can barely step into No.30 for three days.

No.30 For three days, under the permanent mid-heaven sun, there was only a lonely floating mountain, a sacred place made of skulls, and the only god.

"The so-called essence of God is a fusion of deceitful beliefs. Do you say that there are gods first in the world, or humans first? If humans come first, why does the power of gods come to all things? If there are gods first, then Why does God have a human face?"

The ancestor god in front of him is as proud as ever, he has the appearance of all living beings, anyone who looks at him will think that he is the person he respects the most.

Junlin Huangyu sensed the joyful mood of the ancestor god, it was almost a kind of happiness that almost broke through his mask.

"If a person is devoted to the Dao, the human face will become a god's face; if a god is willing to degenerate, the god's face will also be stained with mortal dust."

Obviously this sharp answer couldn't stop the ancestor god's joyful mood. He was a little empty, and a thundercloud vortex appeared beside Junlin Huangyu. The coercion of Heavenly Tribulation.

"Guyou remembers seeing you as food at first, but after you challenged him step by step, you changed from food to an existence that Gu wanted to recruit. Now do you want to be Gu's opponent?"

"Right on my mind."

Junlin Huangyu didn't act rashly like last time, he was waiting for the moment when the Young God and the Ancestral God forced by Changting Shuangyan would clash.

But the ancestor god laughed and said: "Gu forgive your dying arrogance. Seeing that you have sacrificed the whereabouts of the young gods, Gu allows you to join Gu's command and return to the God Realm to fight for Gu."

"I remember I rejected this suggestion. If I'm alone, you can only take away one corpse."

"You mean to let Gu take away that crippled one too... Ha~ This is a god-defying person who wants to replace God's rule with man's rule? Isn't it good to be a lamb of God? Of course, if you agree to be Gu's follower, Gu You can let his soul go and let him go to another world to survive." At this point, the ancestor god suddenly stared at the thundercloud whirlpool. ...the most superior god source! One of the chaotic avenues of the universe, the qualifications for the throne of the gods... how is it possible, how is it possible to appear in the lonely world!"

"!" Junlin Huangyu, as the person who has dealt with the ancestor god the most, understands the message revealed in the ancestor god's words... The young god who appeared in the endless sky is not an ordinary young god.

Does Frost Banquet know...

Junlin Huangyu was thinking secretly, but he saw that the ancestor god was looking at the thundercloud whirlpool with a sickly hungry gaze, as if he had already thrown himself into the whirlpool and saw that the tribulation thunder kept hitting him, and wanted to drag the young god back into the whirlpool .

Only he understands the meaning of this young god...Among the countless gods in the heavens and worlds, there is only one kind of god, which is eternal in itself. Myriad realms perish but gods never perish.

How lucky he is!When I met such a god, I was still a young god in disguise!

Junlin Huangyu also noticed something through that divine sense, and interrupted him coldly: "It doesn't seem to be going well. In this exile domain like you, the hungry Fallen Angels are already ready to move."

"In the big world of exile, who can compete with Gu?" Even so, the ancestor god had to concentrate on it, he could hear the roars of other fallen gods coming from outside the boundary of the gap in the endless sky.

——Shagu!You want to betray our covenant and leave the Great World of Exile alone? !

——Young God... is the real Young God!

——Tear apart Xia Gu's world!The young god is inside!

——Absorb enough the essence of God, and we will be able to break free from this purgatory of exile!

Countless Fallen Angels who wandered several realms in this barren world are eager to break free from this prison of sinful gods. Some of them were defeated in the battle of God's Domain a long time ago, some offended high-level gods, and some were trapped. , have wandered here for too long, abandoned their dignity as gods, and lived on their last legs, like sinners kneeling in a huge prison to survive...

Xia Gu has seen too many fallen angels who died because of the exhaustion of the source of gods, and he will never be one of them!

"You guys... dare to fight against Gu?!"

With Xia Gu's grim expression on his face, the divine source as huge as the sky is about to fall madly rushes towards the endless sky crack along the thundercloud vortex that opened up. More Fallen Gods from the sky chasing after the breath of the young gods...

Is it the work of Frost Banquet?Leading demons from outside the sky to fight against the ancestor gods to waste the ancestor gods?

Junlin Huangyu instantly rejected this possibility in his heart. Even if Changting Shuangyan used unscrupulous means, he definitely did not use such means to lure wolves into the house. Otherwise, even if he succeeded in usurping the sky, how would he deal with the ensuing fallen angels?

So whose layout——

Junlin Huangyu turned his attention, and intuited that he had the answer.

It was a young man covered in frost and snow, an existence that was incompatible with Jie Lei who was constantly walking around him. Just as Jun Lin Huangyu was focusing on his eyes, the young man's blood-red pupils looked at Lei quietly. Cloud whirlpool, with a slight smile, stepped into the thundercloud whirlpool, and at the same time, countless fallen angels behind him rushed towards the thundercloud whirlpool even more frantically against the power of the ancestor gods, as if they were about to enter No.30 directly through the space whirlpool for three days.

Junlin Huangyu's heart skipped a beat...why does this young god look familiar?

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Ye Qiukuang seemed to have had a very long dream.

In the dream, he was still fighting, crushing powerful opponents one after another, from human to demon, from demon to fairy god, and trampled the heavens under his feet. The strong, defeat them, have greater power and more beautiful women.

And there seems to be no end to this cycle...

As bold and unrestrained as he is, he also began to feel panic. He felt like a shell with an empty soul, performing a play that others liked.

"In my palm, there are countless slaughters. This is the numbness that no amount of alcohol can wash away."

"Is not it good?"

"I'm tired...I need a battle to end it."

When Ye Qiukuang woke up, he reflexively punched the huge falling corpse, and then a huge roar occupied his hearing.

There is still a battlefield ahead.

Countless monsters with terrifying auras continued to file out from the sky crack and poured into the thundercloud vortex, restraining the thundercloud vortex with their corpses to prevent it from closing.

"So that's what he thought... It's time to burn everything together, so why not take a gamble and bet that these monsters will die together with the ancestor gods."

The voice came from Zhengfa Confucianism beside Ye Qiukuang. Instead of looking at the panic-stricken Tiangong camp behind him, he turned to Ye Qiukuang and said, "Your brother is very similar to you, and you are very good at risking your life."

Ye Qiukuang stood up and asked, "What's going on?"

Behind Ru Zun, Lu Cifeng was hesitant to speak, and under Ru Zun's gesture, he spoke slowly.

"...When Mu Qingyang leads those fallen gods into the space channel opened by the ancestor god, the master will disperse all his cultivation and temporarily seal it for 33 days."

Ye Qiukuang understood Ruzun's intentions in an instant, and his murderous intentions rose instantly: "You mean that Qingyang pretended to be Cangsang and entered No.30 for three days... You did this to kill Qingyang and Junlin Huangyu?! "

"There is no way." Confucianism is very rational: "Including Junlin and I, everyone has made sacrifices. If these fallen angels react, they will turn around and share endless food. Even if they all die within 33 days, I can't help it. If the position is a sin, let me be unforgivable."

Ye Qiukuang stared at Ruzun for a while, and said, "I don't know what words you want to use to explain your helplessness. Ye Qiukuang is just a mediocre person who wants the people around him to be safe. To lose one's life here is to put the cart before the horse, and if Endless Heaven is destroyed, it makes no difference in my eyes."

Lu Cifeng reached out his hand to stop it, but Ye Qiukuang had already walked away.

"Master, I think—"

"You can't go, Cifeng, even if we are all dead, you have to be the last person to collect the embalmers, no matter how painful you are at the end."

The author has something to say: Cangsang has stagnated time. The ancestor gods and other fallen angels who originally locked Cangsang's existence didn't know what happened in the area where time was stagnant.

As for why he was able to successfully disguise, firstly, Mu Qingyang is a ghost, and others cannot see his personality, and secondly, it has something to do with the identity that Cangsang bestowed on him as the 'fire' that burns the tyrant.