If Mujueshan was still alive, he would find that the number of houses in Tianyun Village has increased significantly compared to three months ago.
But compared to the blue sky and clear water three months ago, the sky above Tianyun Village today is covered with a layer of gray mist. The mist is like the endless waves in a storm, indescribably eerie, weird, and even breathtaking.
Countless human heads were rising and falling in the fog.
These heads are ugly, with crooked mouths and cross-nosed noses, and they are indescribably ferocious and sad. Some have one eye, while others have more than a dozen eyes, which is horrifying.
These gray fogs are the miasma of resentment!
Wang Zhaochu and dozens of others stood casually, forming a circle.
And inside the circle, there are four tablets.
The first tablet has the name of Mujueshan written on it.
The second one is Zhao Tianyue, the God of War who rebelled against the First Emperor Longting.
The third tablet is a destiny person from Xuanxu Sea.
As for the fourth spiritual tablet, the name of Nine-Life Eagle is written on it. He comes from the Cangsheng Sect.
The cold spirit tablets represent that these people have died.
To this day, the miasma in the Niyuan Channel has erupted four times in total.
The first outbreak caught everyone off guard, and most of the miasma of resentment leaked out, causing heavy casualties in the Cave Void Realm in the four sea areas of the Sky and Chaotic Star Sea, and even triggered a series of chain bad news.
Of course, the scale of the first outbreak of the miasma of resentment was not large. In addition, with the presence of the Holy Lord of the Yi Demon Temple, everyone worked together to suppress the cracks.
A month later, the second karma miasma broke out.
This time, someone with destiny must sacrifice to block the damaged passage.
In the end, Zhao Tianyue chose to sacrifice himself.
In fact, everyone here wants to die and leave this cruel world.
It is a pity that the lucky person who is not dying has no qualifications to die. Zhao Tianyue can die because his body has been destroyed by the miasma.
In the past, there may have been people who doubted that the Holy Master of Yi Mo Temple was making dangerous remarks.
But since the miasma of resentment really broke out, these lucky people never questioned the Holy Lord again, and they finally understood their responsibilities.
If the miasma of resentful karma is allowed to explode, within three months, the entire sky and sea of stars will be destroyed, and even in the end, except for those saints who are half-step to the Xuanshi realm, all living beings will have no way to survive.
You must know that the Dongxu Realm is already very strong, and coupled with the true energy increase of the Resentment Miasma, each of them will break through to the peak.
Under the unprecedented pain, these strong men must all end up becoming possessed.
And how many saints are there in the entire sky and sea of chaotic stars?
They simply can't stop so many demons from killing indiscriminately.
My scalp goes numb just thinking about it.
Saints like Wang Zhaochu were not stupid, and were even far ahead of their time in wisdom. They could easily deduce that in a few months, the entire world would be wiped out by these demons.
At that time, the sky and the sea of stars will become a place of purgatory, and the once prosperous city will be barren of grass.
Tianyun Village is the only barrier that can stop the miasma of resentment, and they will go all out.
Of these four spiritual positions, except for Mujueshan who left on his own at the beginning, all the others died for the sake of the common people.
The atmosphere is very heavy.
When these saints from all over the world gathered together, they should have cherished each other and talked and laughed.
It's a pity that at this moment, each of them is carrying a mountain on their shoulders, and no one can laugh out loud.
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"The next time the miasma breaks out, he will probably die of old age!"
Wang Zhaochu and Luo Tianzi stood at the back of the crowd.
Compared with three months ago, Luo Tianzi's white hair has almost fallen out, with only a few scattered strands remaining, which seem to be blown up by the wind at any time.
Among the crowd, Wang Zhaochu was in pretty good shape.
Although his black hair has turned gray now, the death aura on his body is not that strong after all.
"Luo Tianzi, I feel very complicated!"
"You are my best friend. I should pray that you don't die, but I desperately hope that you can transcend. I feel really uncomfortable!"
Wang Zhaochu's words were hoarse, and there was unspeakable helplessness in his words.
"Everyone has his own destiny. This reverse Yuan channel may be the destiny of us people. We cannot disobey, so just accept our fate...cough!"
Luo Tianzi coughed, and there was a ball of dark blood in his handkerchief.
"Can't you suppress it?"
Wang Zhaochu turned around, and with a flick of his finger, he shot a stream of true energy into Luo Tianzi's body.
At that moment, a deathly gray air mass appeared in Luo Tianzi's left eye, which was exactly the same as the miasma of resentment over Tianyun Village.
You must know that these lucky people have special fates and can resist the miasma of resentment, so they can guard the inverse Yuan channel.
But now that Emperor Luo is showing symptoms of infection, it means that he is extremely weak.
This scene made Wang Zhaochu feel like a knife was twisting his heart!
"Don't worry, my old bones will definitely last until the next miasma breaks out!"
"In my life, I will definitely block the crack in the passage!"
Luo Tianzi patted Wang Zhaochu on the shoulder, his eyes looking firmer than ever before.
I don't know if it was Wang Zhaochu's true energy that worked, or Luo Tianzi suppressed it with his perseverance, but the gray fog in his left eye disappeared.
At the same time, the saints nearby also paid attention to Luo Tianzi, and Luo Tianzi returned the favor one by one with fists in his arms.
…
The place where everyone stops can be regarded as a geomantic treasure.
Including Mujueshan, all the dead fortune-tellers have been shattered into pieces, without leaving even a trace of ashes, so they can only worship their souls.
Not far away, there was a figure wearing a black cloak.
He stood quietly ten feet away from the crowd, like an eternal black rock, motionless.
After the worship, many people left.
Wang Zhaochu and Luo Tianzi looked at the Holy Lord Yi Demon Palace with mixed feelings in their hearts.
Logically speaking, the Yi Demon Palace led by this guy started a war in the Xuanxu Sea and the Tianxiang Sea, causing chaos in the world and ruining all life.
But what he did was saving the entire sky and sea of chaotic stars.
If it weren't for the Holy Lord of Yi Demon Palace, the sky and the sea of stars would have turned into a hell a year ago. It would not be an exaggeration for him to say that he is the savior.
Three months ago, Holy Wing Demon came to Tianyun Village in person to guard the Niyuan Passage with them. At the same time, he announced a truce with Yi Demon Palace. These saints knew in their hearts that Holy Wing Demon was doing it so that they would not have any worries.
But in the past three months, they still couldn't see through this Winged Demon Saint.
Cultivation is invisible!
No one knows the true cultivation level of the Winged Demon Saint. They can only feel that this person is very strong, stronger than any other half-step Xuanshi realm.
I can’t see through the character!
On weekdays, apart from practicing in seclusion, the Winged Demon Saint stands quietly at the entrance of the village and looks at the sky, sitting there all day long.
Appearance, I don’t know!
He wears a large black cloak all year round, and his entire face is shrouded, even his eyes cannot be seen.
To the fortune seekers, the Winged Demon Saint is a mystery. Even if this person is right in front of them, it still gives people the illusion that he is living in the clouds. Wang Zhaochu even had the illusion many times that he felt that this person was not even there.
In this world, he is incompatible with the sky and the sea of stars.
"Holy Lord, I have always had a problem that I can't figure out!"
At this time, a destiny person walked forward. He looked at the Winged Demon Lord with a displeased face, and even asked with some anger in his pupils.
His name is Liang Muci, a saint who once lived in Wanluo Holy Land.
Recently, Liang Muci heard that Wanluo Holy Land was annexed by the First Emperor Longting, and that the sect was filled with blood and many disciples died tragically, so he has been in a bad mood.
Theoretically, after coming to Tianyun Village, they have completely separated from the previous sect, but some people have deeper obsessions. Liang Muci grew up in Wanluo Holy Land, and it is obviously difficult to separate those feelings.
During the recent period, Liang Muci has been emotionally unstable.
"Well, tell me!"
The Winged Demon Saint nodded calmly, like a pool of unfathomable spring water. He did not have any mood swings because of Liang Muci's attitude.
His voice had also changed, it was cold and devoid of any warmth or emotion.
"The Reverse Yuan Channel erupts once a month, and there are less than 30 of us here. It doesn't matter if we die, but in one year or two years, people like me will be dead. Who will stop the Reverse Yuan Channel?"
"Can the fate of the sky and the sea of stars be changed?"
Liang Muci roared hoarsely.
As soon as he said these words, many fortune-tellers clenched their fists, and he asked everyone's doubts and worries.
yes!
There are less than 30 people in Tianyun Village in total.
The Reverse Yuan Channel erupts once a month. They are carrying it with their lives now, but what about two years from now?
So what!
Afterwards, everyone looked at the Winged Demon Lord, waiting for his answer.
"I have no idea!"
However, after everyone waited for a few breaths, the Winged Demon Lord answered calmly.
For a moment, everyone looked ugly.
"What are we born for?"
Suddenly, the Winged Demon Saint asked rhetorically.
"Um?"
Liang Muci and others were originally full of anger, but they were suddenly stunned when they were asked.
"After we are born, we will soon know one thing: our life will end and we will die!"
"Whether we are mortals or monks, without exception, our end is death."
"When you realize that you will eventually die, and you have learned from the mistakes of your parents and relatives, we know that this life will be very difficult. But at that time, why didn't you choose to end your life immediately to get rid of everything. Instead, you have to practice hard and continue to
Taste the pain, why?”
"You will die sooner or later. What are you pursuing after all your hard work?"
The cold figure echoed, and the Winged Demon Saint asked lightly.
After this sentence, the entire audience fell silent.
At this time, the figure of the Winged Demon Lord had disappeared.
"Even if I die, I will continue to enrich my life. This is the meaning of life. As long as I live one more day, I can taste one more day of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Why shouldn't I work hard?"
Liang Muci looked into the void and roared with gritted teeth.
"I don't want to live up to this life, I want to prove that I have lived in this world!"
By the end of the sentence, Liang Muci's voice had become deeper, no longer as angry as before, and even filled with a sense of unwillingness and helplessness.
"Old Liang, if you have any grievances, vent them out. The sun will rise tomorrow as usual. The meaning of our existence is to live up to the people of the world, nothing more!"
"As for whether death will come, or when it will come... just do your best and listen to fate!"
Wang Zhaochu patted Liang Muci on the shoulder.
He didn't know how to comfort the latter. In fact, many questions had no so-called answers at all.