Gu Qingshan felt that he had made the right choice.
As the god of Huangquan, he chose the world of Huangquan to survive the calamity on the River of Forgetfulness.
This is a reasonable thing to do.
It's not a trick at all.
He stood in front of the old man and said with a smile: "Old sir, look, can we turn our hostility into friendship?"
The old man stared at him.
He shook the Prison Ghost King Staff in his hand.
There was a moment of silence.
"Hahahaha," the old man suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and said loudly: "Look, look, this is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. In fact, I just want to test your character when facing difficulties."
"Then what?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"Your Excellency is a humble gentleman, pure, gentle, upright, virtuous, unconventional, and pure."
The old man shook his head, swaying with the swing of the scepter, and spoke a long list of words quickly.
"Well, that's it." Gu Qingshan nodded with satisfaction.
Dijian spoke quietly in his sea of consciousness: "Shannu, Chaoyin, maybe you don't know that this old man has praised so much, but only one word of praise is right."
The mountain girl asked unconsciously: "Which word?"
Just as Di Jian was about to say something, he was severely slapped away by a sword.
"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense."
Luo Bingli yawned and said lazily.
——She woke up.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"It's a long story..." Shan Nu slowly told her.
On the big tree, Gu Qingshan naturally knew what was happening in the sea of consciousness, but now he was too lazy to care about the earth sword.
Gu Qingshan looked at the old man and said, "Tell me about your life, and then I will reincarnate you."
"Ah, thank you fellow Taoist. I am from the Nanhua Taoist world. I have no spiritual roots since I was born. I have no choice but to..."
The old man talked for a while.
After hearing this, Gu Qingshan asked again: "Has anyone come to conduct a holy election recently?"
"It hasn't happened in the past few thousand years. Underworld Dao is a very remote world, and it's related to the dead, so it's not pleasing to the eye, so when we met you, we lost some sense of proportion." The old man said truthfully.
Gu Qingshan nodded and said: "Goodbye."
The long sword swung.
The vines wrapped around the old man's neck were cut off.
The old man rolled down from the tree and fell into the rolling river, and soon he was out of sight.
Gu Qingshan continued to climb up along the branches.
The feeling between heaven and earth that fell on him appeared again.
This time, it was stronger than the previous two times.
Gu Qingshan couldn't help but stop and look towards the top of the tree.
——The top of the tree cannot be seen. The branches of the big tree have been deep into the dim clouds, with no end in sight.
He walked over to the fourth hanging body.
The corpse was also a woman, and she was the first to speak: "Can I stay here?"
"Why." Gu Qingshan asked.
"Because I like it here." The woman said.
"No, because the people in front are all dead. If someone comes to save the tribulation again, you will be the first to reap the benefits." Gu Qingshan said.
The woman was stunned.
Gu Qingshan asked: "But you are hanging here, what will you do after you collect the benefits?"
The woman mumbled and said nothing.
Gu Qingshan gently placed the Prison Suppressing Ghost King Staff on the opponent's shoulder.
"Don't worry, I don't like threatening people. If you really don't want to say it, I can understand it," he said.
The woman looked sad and whispered: "Thank you very much."
"Then let's change the question - hanging here as a corpse for countless years, what's there to miss?" Gu Qingshan said.
The woman said: "This place has avoided the apocalypse and will never be destroyed. I can always exist here."
Gu Qingshan looked at her.
The woman lowered her head and said, "Really, I don't want to leave, but I can let you pass."
"No need." Gu Qingshan said.
The woman suddenly burst into a shrill howl.
Her entire body dispersed into shattering mist, and was completely sucked in by the black scepter.
Squeak...squeak...
The scepter made a slight chewing sound.
The wind blew, the river flowed across the river, and there was no other sound in the whole tree.
The corpses were silent.
They can feel the power of that scepter.
That is the power of law from Huangquan, which can completely determine their fate!
Gu Qingshan waited for the scepter to be finished, and then said softly: "Whoever lies to me again will end up in the same fate."
A dead corpse suddenly said: "Is this how you treat a female cultivator who can neither live nor die?"
Gu Qingshan asked: "If you don't want to be reincarnated, does that mean you can't survive?"
The corpse was speechless for a moment.
Another dead body said: "What if she is really here to avoid the doomsday?"
Gu Qingshan said: "Can Huang Quan avoid the doomsday? Who thinks this is true?"
——He had personally experienced the disaster of Hell, so he naturally knew that the female corpse just now was lying to him.
The dead bodies didn't speak.
Now, they have no idea about the details of this tribulation-rider, and they dare not take risks at will.
Gu Qingshan shook his head and said helplessly: "Guys, please understand the situation. This is Huangquan, not a charity hall. You should be honest when you speak and respect me, the ghost king."
"People who don't respect me don't get respect from me either."
He crossed the original position of the female corpse and continued to climb up.
After a while, he came to another dead body.
"Fellow Taoist, why would anyone want to stay in this tree?" Gu Qingshan asked.
The dead body trembled and said: "If no one succeeds in overcoming the disaster for a long time, the laws of the underworld will gather around and nourish the tree, and we will also get corresponding benefits."
"What's the benefit?"
Gu Qingshan said, gently pressing the Prison Suppressing Ghost King's staff on the opponent's shoulder.
The corpse said quickly: "We will gain power - over the past thousands of years, we have acquired many exclusive abilities of Huangquan. When one day, Huangquan is destroyed by the doomsday, we can escape with these powers."
Gu Qingshan said: "So that's it. You absorbed the power of Huangquan, but in turn killed the people who climbed the tree to overcome the tribulation, and did not let any people to climb the tree crown."
The corpse showed confusion on his face and said: "This is the rule of overcoming tribulation, and as time goes by, the stronger we are, the less likely it is that those who overcome tribulation will want to climb the tree crown. To be honest, we don't Be clear about why the rules are set up the way they are.”
Gu Qingshan thought for a while, then drew out his long sword and waved it.
The dead body fell into the River of Forgetfulness and disappeared.
Gu Qingshan continued to climb.
He stopped asking the corpses any questions and just kept climbing.
The laws of heaven and earth continue to come, creating stronger and stronger reactions in him.
Two hours later, he finally climbed to the top of the tree.
Here we have passed through the clouds and are deep in the sky.
The wind is long and windy.
A sea of clouds.
Gu Qingshan looked down.
There were no more dead bodies on the tree.
The dark yellow mist gradually filled in and enveloped the entire tree.
The feeling between heaven and earth has reached its peak, reflecting him like a god like a radiance.
A sense of enlightenment appeared in my heart again.
"Inheritance? So it turns out that you only need to verify the inheritance when you reach the top of the tree?"
Gu Qingshan muttered to himself.
"How do you plan to verify it?" Di Jian asked.
"I remember that to become a Saint of the Galaxy, it was necessary to condense the Heavenly Book of Spiritual Virtue and the Book of Merit and Good Deeds. It should be now." Gu Qingshan said.
He clenched his fist and blasted a Buzhou Mountain Puppet deep into the sky.
Waited for a few breaths.
Deep in the sky, the whistling sound caused by the passing wind gradually came.
Gu Qingshan looked intently.
I saw a collapsed palace falling from the sky.
The palace completely collapsed hundreds of meters away from the tree.
Countless bricks and tiles were completely scattered, but they did not fall into the sea of clouds.
These bricks formed a huge face in the sky.
——But it looks like a one-horned ghost.
This ghost looked down at Gu Qingshan and made a rumble:
"It turns out that you are the Ghost King of Huangquan and the Lord of the Six Realms Sacred Mountains. You can actually inherit 'Buzhou'. You must have gone through countless arduous battles."
Gu Qingshan couldn't say anything, he could only nod in agreement.
In the final analysis, he could be regarded as receiving an "inadequate" inheritance in the most dangerous situation.
When we killed the monster in the tomb, in the words of the God of War interface:
"You have accomplished an impossible kill - this kill is equivalent to a dust floating insect killing a giant dragon."
And the monster's soul-taking is a skill of evil spirits.
——In this way, it should be the world of evil spirits that has been trying to seize this inheritance.
In the end, Gu Qingshan got it.
The one-horned ghost stared at Gu Qingshan and hummed:
"What you are and what you have accomplished is rare."
"——It seems that the Holy Selection in the Underworld is over."
With its words, the entire underworld began to collapse.
It took almost only a second for the world of Huangquan to disappear, and the big tree also completely disappeared.
In the void, only a dim yellow bead remained.
Gu Qingshan stood in the blank void, cupped his fists and said, "Who is your Excellency?"
The one-horned ghost said: "Don't ask me, I will disappear today, but I will leave a trace of my origin to maintain the Holy Choice for future practitioners."
It exhaled a hazy mist.
A longing world of underworld appears again.
The dim yellow bead flew straight to Gu Qingshan.
"Take this bead, this is the real Bead of Holy Choice." The one-horned ghost said.
"What on earth is going on? Where are the Heavenly Book of Spiritual Virtue and the Book of Merit and Virtue belonging to Saint Xinghe?" Gu Qingshan said in confusion.
The bricks and tiles on the one-horned ghost's face gradually fell off, turned into wind smoke, and could no longer be seen.
"That is a matter for ordinary practitioners and has nothing to do with you."
"You are one of the six war lords, and you are qualified to participate in the six-path war in the new era."
"The six paths were broken once..."
"Don't... let it... break... again..."
The one-horned ghost disappeared completely.
