The plain stone steps that had been there a moment ago turned into piles of white bones, layer upon layer, densely packed.
Even Lin Du, who was extremely sensitive to numbers, could hardly tell how many corpses there were at this time.
"That's... what? So what we just walked... were the steps where these corpses were piled up?" Ni Jinxuan's eyes widened, as if she couldn't accept such a shock.
An unspeakable and magnificent cruelty struck the hearts of all of them, including Hou Cang, who had always been cold-hearted.
Even if he cultivates the Tao of Forgetting Love, Hou Cang will not accept stepping on tens of thousands of corpses and moving forward.
When Yuan Ye struggled backwards, he accidentally kicked down a glass bead, like a drop of water falling into a pan of oil.
Almost instantly, the accumulated white bones, like a mountain, piled up on a high platform, started to move one after another. The bones rubbed and rolled like accumulated snow on the top of the mountain, giving an early warning before they collapsed.
Countless hand bones were raised, with five claws pointing upward. The white bones seemed stiff but were actually flexible, and they continued to pursue the falling glass bead.
White bones are stacked on top of white bones, white bones are stepping on white bones, and countless pairs of white bones have gathered into hands. It is obvious that their souls have dispersed long ago, but they still seem to remember the memories of their lifetimes, and are constantly crowded and struggling with endless madness.
The sound of bones rubbing and pushing together was like countless beads rolling down, bones hitting each other, and forming a crazy song of faith.
As a result, the shrine was crumbling due to the crazy accumulation of bones. In a daze, I just felt that the building was about to collapse.
Ni Jinxuan's eyes widened, as if she couldn't accept the collapse of living beings, "Why...is this happening?"
As the steps made of bones continued to surge, countless thick fogs had condensed in Lin Du's eyes.
Greed, anger, and ignorance, thick fog accumulates, and white bones give rise to billowing black smoke.
A white bone snatched the glass bead away from the hand, and was quickly pulled off by the white bones next to it. The bones were dismantled, rolled down, and were caught by the white bones that came up and continued to be dismantled.
The altar was unstable, so more glass beads rolled down, and the bones surged even more crazily.
The glazed pearls are shining brightly, and the white bones are flocking to them like ducks.
In the hands of Bai Gu, it strangely lost its brilliance. Bai Gu became angrier and climbed up crazily, not to snatch it, but just to... kill the god.
The piles of bones kept surging, and finally the altar collapsed.
The people on the altar also rolled down.
The evil wind howled, resentment boiled, the shrine was destroyed, and the tall building no longer existed.
Everyone held on to each other as they fell, and finally rolled heavily onto the rocks on the bottom of the sea. They looked up and saw countless bones scattered in an uproar.
"Is this...the fall of God?" Lin Du said softly.
All the people pushed people up to become gods, and all the people razed the altar to the ground.
"So this is not a lecture hall." Xia Tianwu was shocked by the scene in front of him and said softly, "This is... the ruins of the shrine?"
"You saved all the people, but were burdened by them?" She frowned, "No wonder Master has always been afraid of people."
Afraid of meeting people, afraid of being famous, afraid of being flocked to seek medical treatment, and afraid of being angered if the patient cannot be saved.
Mo Lin held her hand tightly amid the crashing sound, "Don't be afraid, rescuers, as long as you don't step on the high platform and remain down to earth, it will never collapse."
"Besides, those who are truly rescued will also protect you."
Xia Tian Wu heard the words and took a deep breath, "I'm not afraid."
Yuan Ye clicked his tongue and turned to point to Ni Jinxuan at the ruins, "Did you see that? You have to rely on yourself."
The world belongs to the people of the world, so once the person in power is unable to continue, he will be overthrown by the people of the world.
Yan Qing lamented, "There is a reason why the Incense and Fire Shinto has been completely cut off."
Most of the things eliminated by history will not be good things.
Yue Han regretted, "The beads don't shine anymore."
Hou Cang turned around and found that Lin Du's gray eyes were not focused.
"Junior sister?"
Lin Du suddenly came to his senses, "I know what they want to suppress."
It's the fallen angel who carries the resentment.
Although he didn't know why the shrine was hidden under the sea here, Lin Du was certain that this place was once a prosperous highland.
When the rules were perfected and the ancient gods returned to their thrones, there was still a period of prosperity, until wars broke out frequently and people's livelihood suffered. Gods and immortals joined forces to divide the world, separating the thirty-third heaven from the three thousand worlds.
But in fact, every piece of land once had gods.
This "fragment of heaven" that entered the Dongming Realm, the real fallen angel, may have once become a god in the land of Dongming Realm.
The grievances of these people may be the grievances of all the creatures on this land.
This is an inevitable disaster in the world of Dongming.
No wonder, no wonder the remnants of the Fallen Angels came to this world.
Lin Du put away the folding fan and raised his hand to dig out something, "The altar has collapsed and all living beings have withered. This resentment has been accumulated for thousands of years and it should be destroyed."
Hou Cang understood, raised his hand and drew his sword. The sword energy was powerful, and a rainbow light suddenly penetrated the black and gray resentment like never before.
Mo Lin drew his sword, unsheathed the long sword, and the lightning swept across the area, lighting up the entire abandoned altar in an instant.
The broadsword was immediately unsheathed, and the golden sword light was mixed with a melodious chant, "A hundred years of great and prosperous events, big and small, pass by like a dream. Now that the soul has returned, the resentment must be dissipated!" [Note 1]
Yuan Ye sat down and began to play the song of purification.
Two flames jumped out at the same time, one moved forward fiercely, and the other instantly ignited a sea of fire.
Yue Han glanced at the nonchalant woman next to him in surprise. Damn it, even if he breathed fire, he couldn't compete with human cultivation, so he might as well dig it out.
He took out a spiritual treasure that looked like a green lotus and threw it into the resentment. In an instant, the surrounding resentment was absorbed and dissipated, turning into pure air.
If Lao Huang were here, he would definitely sigh and say that he is a prodigal.
Another prodigal took out a weird gourd from his storage bag, which was also a spiritual treasure.
This is a treasure that Ni Jinxuan obtained from a secret realm before. It can absorb all turbid air and then dissolve it all.
"The seven rays are all bright, and the evil spirit is eliminated!" Lin Du finally completed the seal, and the golden divine ring flowed forward from her hand, and then submerged into the black mist that could not be dissipated, directly shattering the mist in an instant and dissolving it. .
Since then, where the gods have fallen, the resentment has completely dissipated.
The seawater poured in instantly, and with it came the spiritual energy in the seawater.
At this moment, all the creatures on the seabed felt something. In the seabed where they live, which conceals countless ancient secrets, there is a place where a unique spirit is disappearing.
Countless spiritual powers poured into the forbidden territory that they had been afraid to approach, and with the belief of rectifying the injustices in the world, they completely filled this deep hole in one fell swoop.
"Oh no, there is still a coffin that has not been carried away!" Yuan Ye shouted while holding the water-proof spiritual weapon.
"No, you have to take it." Lin Du kicked his legs hard, "Hurry and get it and leave."
Yue Han was excited, "Lin Du, has anyone ever said that you are such a good person?"
"My dad said that he used to admire Immortal Yan Ye. Although he was older than him, he was willing to follow him and finish the work. You are actually willing to finish it yourself."
Lin Du shook his head, "It is immoral to dig a hole but not bury it. Who can follow his example?"
Forefathers dug holes and later generations filled them in. This habit is not good and must be changed.
If there are more and more pitfalls, the world will collapse, and the younger generations will have to sacrifice their time and work hard to fill the pitfalls.
It must be added to the sect's rules to emphasize that even the immortals who want to ascend must abide by the closing principle.
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Note: "The Collection of Boxi·Falling Flowers", "The prosperity and decline of a hundred years pass by like a dream."
