Waiting for someone?

An Qisheng's eyes flashed slightly.

Grandma Mu murmured to herself: "It's been more than a thousand years, when will I be able to wait? The deadline for the little demon is approaching, and I can't complete your instructions..."

Under inexplicable guidance, past events flashed through Grandma Mu's heart.

Fighting fiercely among the mountains... Being severely damaged by the demon-subduing seal from the sky... Soul-taking and prolonging life... I feel that the deadline is coming in my practice...

All kinds of life flowed through my mind until many, many years ago...

Many, many years ago, he was just a weed, and his spiritual intelligence was chaotic in the underworld. One day, a god fell from the sky, and the waves of air that swelled overwhelmed a large area of ​​weeds in the underworld.

The divine figure was unstable, and the body was filled with a terrifying aura that was rolling around, as if it was undergoing a great war.

After he landed, he bent down and picked up the weeds that were uprooted by the wind, and sighed softly:

"The most difficult thing for plants and trees to become spirits is my fault. Forget it, it is also fate. This chaos in the underworld is not a place of peace. I will send you to the world and wait for someone for me. If that matter is done, I will promise you the position of the righteous god in the underworld.

If it doesn't work, if it doesn't work, let the decaying world disperse together..."

As he said that, his eyes raised.

The memories come to an abrupt end.

“Huh?”

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows. The picture was not cut off by him, but by his strong resistance.

Grandma Mu's mental fluctuations instantly reached its limit. As her body shook wildly, she forced herself to get rid of An Qisheng's influence and suddenly woke up:

"You! You!"

Grandma Mu's body trembled, her eyes were red, and her face suddenly became ferocious.

But he calmed down again in a flash and was lost in despair.

His body swayed, and a trace of inspiration that was invisible to the naked eye scattered. The spirit in his eyes became dimmer and his body became older and older, and he had already exuded the smell of decay in the disrepaired house.

The violent fluctuations in his mood made him dissipate faster.

Many scenes were captured by An Qisheng one by one, and he felt a little clear and complicated:

"That's Bai Wuchang?"

Grandma Mu kept silent. When she heard the name, her body trembled and couldn't help but correct her: "It's Master Qi..."

"Bai Wuchang and Xie Qiye..."

An Qisheng glanced at this wood charm, his eyes faintly rippled, and he sighed:

"It's a pity that you're dying..."

The awe of this Mu Mei dialogues with Wuchang is beyond description, and it can no longer be described as awe and loyalty. It is almost like a crazy believer's piety towards the gods.

For more than a thousand years, from a weed to the current Sijie Wooden Beauty, he has never left Annuo County, and even most of the time, he has been hiding in the mountains and forests as a plant.

The reason why he went out to plunder the living soul at the end was because his deadline had come.

In order to continue waiting and fulfill Bai Wuchang's instructions, he had to go out of the mountain to plunder his soul. Because of this, after the possibility of his life extension was cut off by the attack of the Demon Subduing Seal.

He is so crazy.

It is precisely because of this that he can get rid of the influence he has given when he touches his deepest memories.

"Yes, it's almost dead..."

Grandma Mu's old face, which was as wrinkled as tree bark, had a trace of sadness. She couldn't help but kneel down to the ground, knocking heavily to the ground, and tears flowed out:

"Seventh Master, Seventh Master, the little demon is going to die,

But I didn't wait for the person you wanted the little demon to wait. The little demon died with his eyes closed... "

The memories that were revealed made him feel excited, and the things he had before his death made him unable to calm down.

For a moment, he had forgotten the others.

The body became more and more decayed, and the breath of scattered became faster and faster. With nine loud heads, the whole body was decayed and there was no sign of human appearance.

Where the tears fell, the green grass formed a shade and slowly spread around, covering the dark mountain with a layer of green clothes.

The monster is born between heaven and earth, and will naturally return to heaven and earth after death.

The demon soul is broken, and the deadline is up.

Powerless to turn the world back.

Little bits of crystal green light floated in the sky, and was blown by the wind and sprinkled on the surrounding mountains like rain. Wherever they fell, green came and fell.

After the war, the vitality came to the ruins of this mountain range.

However, it will take at least decades to become the scenery of green trees and prosperous plants like before.

Kakka ~

After nine sounds, Grandma Mu's body had dissipated nearly half, and cracks broke out on her body like a dead tree. Her old face, which was not visible, had lost its glory.

He stretched out his arm that had turned into a dead tree and plunged into the earth. At the last moment, he just wanted to go back to the days when he had grown up in the underworld without worries.

How great would it be if I could meet Master Qi...

But I did not complete his old man's instructions...

At this point, the thought completely dissipated. At the last moment of his death, he seemed to hear the soft sigh of the Taoist in white behind him:

"Actually, you've been waiting."

Waiting for it?

Is it... it's him?

Grandma Mu trembled for a moment, and the last strand of vitality completely dissipated with a drop of tears.

Huh ~

The breeze blew, lifting up An Qisheng's Taoist robe and blowing away Grandma Mu's body that turned into powder.

Under the powder, a small green grass could be seen vaguely breaking out of the ground tenaciously.

An Qisheng looked down at the mountains and forests that were gradually getting green under the night, and said to himself slightly:

"Bai Wuchang Xie Qi, hehe, it's interesting..."

The one who had never seen him but had already made him well-known, was waiting for him.

This has no reason, but An Qisheng realized something in his heart.

All kinds of qi in this world are mixed, and it is extremely rare to get the correct result by deducing fortune-telling methods. However, his control over himself is no longer limited to the physical body, luck, qi, and even the good and evil killing intentions of others in the dark.

It can be faintly reflected by the mirror hanging high in his heart.

An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, and it seemed that the sigh from thousands of years ago actually appeared in his ears:

"If it doesn't work, if it doesn't work, let the decaying world disperse together..."

What does he want to tell himself?

Why do he think he will come?

What does that mean?

Sacrifice to the Nether Palace?

All kinds of thoughts emerged and then died. An Qi grew up and caught the yellow dog running with the whistling wind, and stepped down the barren mountain.

People have thousands of emotions and thoughts, and curiosity is human nature. An Qisheng never had the idea of ​​destroying his own distracting thoughts, but his heart was like a mirror hanging high, and he had his own rules. No distracting thought could affect his behavior.

Bai Wuchang Xie Qi, the King of the Nether Palace, the fragments of Taoist pictures, and even the entire Emperor Heaven Realm, he was extremely curious in his heart.

But he knew very well when to do things.

...........

call!

As the wind stopped, the fox Taoist slowly let out a long breath, the cold sweat on his body wet the fur, and the whole person was a little unstable, and his spirits were in great fluctuations and could not hold on to the illusion.

Smack ~

As he stopped, little red foxes fell down and chirped, some holding his legs and acting coquettishly, some climbing onto him, circled around him, and some running towards the distance.

"My little ancestor, what happened today is so big, how dare you run around?"

The fox Taoist waved his hand and held the most naughty little red fox's melon skin.

The latter sticks out his tongue and pretends to die.

"You."

The fox Taoist sighed helplessly.

It is quite difficult for wild beasts to produce spiritual wisdom. Even if he has become a demon, his descendants may not be able to produce spiritual wisdom. These little red foxes are already a few of his descendants who have spiritual wisdom.

But, this is too difficult.
To be continued...