Chapter eight hundred and twentieth: The collapse of Songxing
After returning to reality, Ding Xiaoyi tore through the void and rushed to the Zhongshi Library, which is located in District 6.
The reason why I know this is because this library is a very famous library in the Alliance.
It is said that in the chaotic era, an otaku spent a lot of energy to snatch the database from an organization called a certain point.
Inside are stored numerous books, materials, myths and legends.
Later, it was printed and made into a book, and a museum was set up, attracting many people to visit every year.
I have been there before, but most of the books inside were in a mess and I couldn’t understand them.
He tore through space all the way and traveled at an astonishing speed. In a short time, he arrived in front of the sixth area, the library door.
He saw Song Xingxue sitting in front of the door waiting for him.
"you……"
As soon as he stepped forward, he was startled when he saw Song Xingxue raising his head: "Why do you look so bad??"
The Song Xingxue in front of him looked completely different from the one he had seen before when he was separated from him. His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes and even his hair was a few strands white.
He has a haggard look on his face. If you don't know, no one will believe you if you say that he is a super strong man in the mid-level dragon level.
"It's okay, let's go, I'll show you something."
Song Xingxue shook his groggy head and approached the library with Ding Xiaoyi, only to see that the door of the library had been closed.
Originally this was supposed to be a holy place for young people to gather and date, but now there is no one inside.
Seemingly sensing his doubts, Song Xingxue explained: "For my convenience, I bought this library."
Speaking of this matter, Song Xingxue finally showed some confidence.
But in an instant, when I thought of Ding Xiaoyi's Beimang College, which was in full swing now, and I knew the guy's movements in the library, most of my confidence disappeared.
"First of all, let's say that what I show you today, what I tell you, what you hear, you must not tell the old guys around you."
When he came to a bookshelf, Song Xingxue said to him with a serious face: "Promise me not to tell anyone, otherwise I'm afraid I won't survive the sun tomorrow."
scare!
Seeing how serious Songxing Xue's words were, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but frown and nodded heavily.
I was very confused. I didn't know what this guy had discovered that made him act so frightened.
After all, he is also a close disciple of Emperor Zongji. Even if Emperor Zongji is having a hard time now, if someone says that he will not survive the sun tomorrow.
It is conceivable that the person who did it must be as powerful as old guys like Old Man Shao.
Song Xingxue took out a book from the bookshelf and placed it on the table beside him.
After turning on the lamp on the table, he said slowly: "During this period, my life was not easy. My master was sent to the Eighteen Hells. I went in to see him."
At this point, Song Xingxue's face was expressionless, even a little unclear, which made Ding Xiaoyi feel that he seemed to be laughing, and his smile was particularly weird.
Just listen to him continue: "I was in a bad mood at first. I came here by chance and wanted to come in and take a look and calm down for a while. In fact, it was fine at first, but... until I accidentally saw this book!"
He pointed at the yellowed book on the table and took a look at the name of the book: The Battle of the Gods.
"A long time ago, I couldn't figure out why my master wanted to accept me as his disciple."
Song Xingxue frowned and said: "I remember that year, I was practicing in the Tong family's bunker. It was a cruel practice. Five murderers were chasing me in a small forest. I was killed by one of them.
Pierced the lower abdomen..."
It was a very unfriendly experience. Even now when I think about it, Shi Songxingxue feels a faint pain in his abdomen. He was too weak at that time and could only watch himself step by step towards the abyss.
Just when his consciousness was about to dissipate, a big hand was placed on his shoulder, and the warm palm seemed to give him a new source of strength, pushing him out of the abyss.
When he woke up, he found that there was another person beside him. This person was Emperor Zongji and his master.
Song Xingxue taught very slowly, but Ding Xiaoyi sat quietly and listened, being a qualified listener.
"Master is very kind to me, but I never understood why he accepted me as his disciple. In fact... I initially suspected that he was doing it for money. I couldn't figure it out, and Master never explained it."
He pointed to the book in front of him: "This book is also very interesting. It has a big story written in it, which is very sophisticated. I was fascinated by it.
But just looking at it, I couldn’t help but tremble all over.”
The so-called Conferred God War is a story about the transformation of heaven and earth, and the reversal of the universe.
Everyone made an agreement that all the disciples might be robbed.
But the old guy who teaches Chan is more of a thief. He has only twelve disciples, and even one less one feels distressed.
So he came up with a crooked idea, asking twelve disciples to recruit one more disciple to deal with the disaster for them.
Having said this, Song Xingxue's face turned particularly ugly.
Looking at him with cold eyes: "Do you think this paragraph is familiar to you?"
"familiar?"
Ding Xiaoyi scratched his head and didn't think there was anything familiar about this.
"Think about it, our cause and effect has been intercepted by someone. According to that old lady Bai Tang, we seem to be on some list. As far as I know, you and I are not alone. There are others who can travel through the underworld and the underworld.
Earthly world.”
As he spoke, he pointed to the sky outside and said with a somewhat crazy expression:
"Those foreign lands, the underworld has collapsed, and everyone is hiding it from us. In fact, this world is almost over. Someone needs to restore order, but someone will definitely pay the price for the establishment of order."
Speaking of this, Song Xingxue's voice suddenly stopped, and he stared blankly at the sky outside, with a glimmer of light in his blurred eyes.
He seemed to be recalling some information occasionally revealed by his master.
At this time, he suddenly shouted: "Yes, that must be the case. We are the chosen successors. It is definitely not that simple to restart and continue. There must be a big price behind this, and we are the price!"
Seeing the almost crazy Song Xingxue, Ding Xiaoyi was speechless for a moment. He wondered if this guy had been hit too hard because of his master's affairs, and he was a little dazed for a moment.
But just when he wanted to appease Song Xingxue, something strange suddenly flashed through his mind, Bai Yusheng's words: "Be careful of those around you!"
My heart skipped a beat, and the expression on my face suddenly became strange, as if this was not the first time I had received such a reminder.
Bai Tang seemed to have said something similar before.
Thinking back to the recent events, the emperor's attitude towards himself, and the so-called list...
After connecting these various problems together, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if there was a bottomless abyss in front of him, approaching him like a black hole.
In just a short moment, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly woke up, but a layer of cold sweat was already oozing out from behind him.
He shook his head hard and threw away all these random conjectures in his mind: "Don't scare yourself. You're probably just scaring yourself."
"Humph, I knew you wouldn't believe it. I don't have any conclusive evidence, but I can tell you one thing. Do you know what I saw in the hell of obsession?"
Song Xingxue's sinister cheek was almost in front of his face, and his bloodshot eyes shone with a chill that was chilling.
"I saw the shadow of my master. Maybe you won't believe that my master's true face is actually a demon king with a green face and fangs. I still can't forget the way that shadow looked at me. It just wanted to kill me alive.
It’s like tearing it apart.”
Thinking of that scene, Song Xingxue's arms were trembling.
"I still said the same thing, you are thinking too much!"
Ding Xiaoyi stood up, threw the book on the table back to the bookshelf, and then walked out, saying as he walked: "I think you just like to think nonsense, go back and have a good sleep. If that day really comes, let's
You may not be able to hide even if you want to."
He said, ignoring Song Xingxue's gnawing eyes, and walked out of the library, tearing open the void and disappearing into the sixth area until he had escaped far away.
He just stopped and sat down on the ground, feeling a mess in his heart.
Opening his palm, he saw that the book he had put on the bookshelf was still in his hand.
Looking at the four words "Feng Shen Zhan" written on the paper, a somewhat worried look could not help but appear in his eyebrows.
He didn't know whether what Song Xingxue said was right or wrong.
Maybe it's partly right, maybe it's partly wrong.
But in short, he did not believe the so-called truth told by Song Xingxue.
At this time, he took out his mobile phone and saw that he was already in the group.
It was a message from Pangpang: [Xiao B, come back quickly, the guests will be arriving soon. If you don’t come back, who will answer the door!]
Ding Xiaoyi felt relieved after seeing the news. If even Pangpang and the others couldn't believe it, who else in the world could he believe?
Thinking of this, he dismissed all the random thoughts in his mind. He threw away the book in his hand, took out the black iron key, and headed back to the underworld.
And not long after he left, a breeze swept through, and the books on the ground were flipping rapidly under the caress of the breeze, and the contents of the illustrations inside were flipped as if they were moving on their own.
The scenes of killing finally stopped on the illustration on the last page, where the gods returned to their places and the three realms were redivided.
