When Lin Huang saw this, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Then he smiled helplessly.
Perhaps at that critical moment of life and death, Gu Shen'en's idea was not wrong.
After all, even if the bloody devil survives, the future is unpredictable.
Now is the best verification.
"However, I hesitated again and again, but in the end it was difficult to make a move. I can only pray that my son will have a glimmer of hope in this troubled world!"
In the necklace, Gu Shen'en finally lamented.
"If my son is favored by God and is lucky enough to survive. If he meets a kind person, he will not ask for God's kindness and treat him as if he were his own son. I only hope that my son can have porridge and a meal, so that he can survive. In this way, I will go to God's house to take care of God's kindness.
Even in the underworld, we will remember our great kindness!"
"Also, after I die, I am worried that my son will become a sacrificial cauldron for the Evil God, and I will integrate the last trace of my spiritual thoughts into my son's sea of consciousness!"
"In this way, even if my son is a furnace, there should be a chance to get rid of the identity of the furnace. However, there is also little hope for this. If a kind person meets my son, if he can surrender, he will be kind to God and save my son.
.If there is no result after all, pray for my son to die peacefully. In this way, my son will be spared the pain of life, and the evil god will be deprived of a large blood meal. I still thank God for his kindness, and I dare not have the slightest resentment!"
"If my son is lucky enough to survive normally, and the kindness of the kind people he meets will be like the emperor and heaven, I pray that my son will be given a surname, so that my son will not have any hope of being raised with kindness!"
"Gu Shen'en left me alone before his death. I would like to express my gratitude here!"
…
In the necklace, Gu Shen'en's figure disappeared.
The words he left behind also disappeared.
"Ahem..."
Lin Huang coughed twice, looked at the weeping devil in Lin Cangxue's arms, and tightened the necklace in his hand.
Gu Shen’en!
A lifelong hero.
Magnificent!
"Give him a name!"
Lin Huang looked at the weeping devil in Lin Cangxue's arms and said hoarsely.
"Gu Ping'an!"
Lin Cangxue seemed to have already thought about it and said.
Gu Ping'an... In troubled times, live a peaceful life!
Lin Huang shook his head, "Call me Lin Pingan, he will feel more friendly. After you are crowned, change your surname to Gu!"
Lin Cangxue nodded.
"Can you sense his condition now?"
Xie Qinghou asked.
Lin Cangxue frowned. It was not difficult to sense his state, but once it caused the latter's rebellion, she didn't know what the consequences would be.
Xie Qinghou then frowned, "Although he now has a part of his spiritual consciousness and can control some of his actions, as time goes by, blood and resentment will continue to devour his spiritual consciousness. By then, he will completely become the evil god.
Part of it!”
"That day will never come!"
Lin Cangxue said calmly, but her voice was extremely firm.
Lin Huang was thoughtful for a moment, twirling his sleeves with his palms, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't express it.
"Get out of here first!"
Lin Huang said.
…
Yubei Sizhong.
Everyone was staring at Qin Xuance at this moment, waiting for the latter's answer. Some commentators could hardly wait and wanted to snatch the sound transmission jade from Qin Xuance's hand.
They will feel uneasy until the blood-sobbing devils die.
"Dead!"
Qin Xuance said.
Everyone immediately let out a long sigh of relief. The death of the bloody devil was equivalent to cutting off one of the evil god's arms.
At least it can delay the time for the Evil God to enter the realm of the Great Emperor.
Qin Xuance was a little panicked and cursed secretly:
"It's really life-threatening!"
…
Peace was restored once again inside and outside Tianshen Pass.
At least it seems peaceful.
It has been several days since Lin Huang 'killed' the Blood-weeping Japs. In these days, many legions of evil tribes were also destroyed.
After the gods are closed, there are still sporadic attacks from the evil tribe.
Yubei Sizhong is still busy, but there is no sense of nervousness about the approaching war.
In the Tianji Pavilion, Deacon Zi and Deacon Chou have appeared, but Deacon Mao has not woken up yet and is still lost in Tianji.
Tianshen Pass.
A balance is maintained again.
The balance of the mountain and rain is about to come and the wind is filling the building.
But within Tianshen Pass, there were a lot of disturbances.
When the evil tribe regains its power, they will kill them as far as the Tianshen Pass.
Many of the evil tribes hidden in the four divine realms have exposed themselves and began to kill the human race.
In the beginning... they were not systematic or organized.
Every time it appeared, it was directly extinguished by the strong men of the human race as soon as it emerged.
Later they learned to behave.
They walk on the land of the human race, but their actions are no longer public and become very secretive.
Gradually, a mysterious organization appeared in the four major divine realms——
——The Temple of Evil!
Who their leader is, no one knows.
How many tribes they had, no one knows.
But every time the evil tribe appears, there is trace of the evil temple behind it.
This made the human race start to feel in danger.
There are gods outside who guard millions of evil tribesmen.
There is an evil temple inside.
For a moment, the terrible news of the return of the evil tribe lingered in the hearts of every human race. Even though they had never experienced the two thousand years of eternal night, when they saw the human race who died tragically at the hands of the evil race, they became particularly fearful.
Got up.
The evil tribe is the incarnation of the devil.
At the same time, the major sects and families in the four major divine realms also began to unite.
Many disciples of the sect began to go down the mountain to help the troubled times.
Many disciples from aristocratic families have left the clan.
Many strong men hidden in the world began to appear. They gathered strong men and founded sects and martial mansions to guard the land of the human race.
The signs of troubled times have arrived, and many strong men have begun to rise up across the world.
Qinglong Divine Realm.
Eastern Emperor Territory.
Xuanling realm.
In a small town in the Moye Dynasty, there was a blacksmith shop.
The business of the blacksmith shop is not very good.
After all, the main economy of this small town comes from the trade of goods. There are no dangerous sword fights, and there are not many people working in agriculture.
Therefore, the blacksmith shop is very deserted.
But the amazing thing is that the blacksmith shop has always existed.
I don’t know what the owner of the blacksmith shop thinks. He keeps losing money and never looks back. Could it be that he has a mine at home?
Moreover, the centenarians in the city discovered that the blacksmith shop seemed to have existed since they were born.
And when they were about to die, the blacksmith shop still existed.
Unreasonable!
On this day, the blacksmith shop was still the same as before, and there was a clanging sound early in the morning... which made the new tenants of the nearby inn become furious.
But for people who have lived here for a long time, it is nothing.
If one day they can't hear the sound of hammering, but they are not used to it... Sometimes when they think about it, they will deeply doubt whether they are a bit cheap!
"There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, which means more than 360,000 days in a thousand years. How many kitchen knives and hoes can be made?"
Outside the blacksmith shop, a gentle voice suddenly sounded.
"Depending on the size of the knife, it ranges from one to ten taels of silver. Just give it to me and put the money in the box!"
In the blacksmith shop, a shirtless middle-aged man said without raising his head.
"What I want is not available here!"
The gentle voice sounded again.
"Then go elsewhere and don't obstruct people's eyes here!"
"I want a gun, gun name..."
The gentle voice paused slightly:
"Bluish Yellow Spring!"
Keng!
In the blacksmith shop, there was a crisp sound.
Then, the sound of continuous hammering disappeared.
The shirtless middle-aged man raised his thick eyebrows and squinted at the figure at the door like a tiger or wolf...