Killing God

Prologue

On the fifth day of March, overcast.

The morning light shines from the east, gradually illuminating this land, crossing the towering Tianyin Mountains and falling in the foothills of Xilu City, illuminating this lively and prosperous city, reminding countless people in the city that they are new again The day began.

The teenager Shen Shi woke up naturally.

When the sky was about to shine, he lay on the warm bed without moving, but quietly looked at the roof of the house. It was not until the morning light outside finally penetrated into his room that he sat up on the warm and comfortable bed, stretched his waist, lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, walked to the window, and gently pushed the two windows open. .

A fresh morning breeze blows in from the courtyard outside the house, with a little coolness and the faint fragrance of grass in the courtyard. Shen Shi stretched his arms and widened his chest, took a deep breath, and then subconsciously raised his head and looked into the distance. What he saw was the majestic and undulating figure of the Tianyin Mountain Range, and of course the gray clouds that gathered all the year round and enveloped the peaks.

Will it be a good weather today?

He stared blankly at the majestic mountain, turned back after a while, walked to the desk placed against the window wall not far away and sat down. The furnishings in this room are very simple, the bed for sleeping, the wardrobe at the end of the bed, the desk by the window, and a few conspicuous large boxes by the table. Other than that, there are only books.

The large bookshelf that took up the entire wall was divided into seven floors, full of new and old books. At first glance, many of the scrolls were worn out, and they seemed to be read from time to time.

Compared with the desks in ordinary people’s homes, this desk in the Shenshi room will be a bit longer, and is placed upright on the left side of the window. There are three large boxes stacked on each side of the desk, a total of six, all of which are grayish brown. It was woven from rattan, and it looked strong and square. It almost reached Shen Shi's chest, and he didn't know what was inside.

Sitting in front of the desk, Shen Shi calmed down, and then faintly stretched out his hand to take a sheet from the stack of white paper that was carefully cut to three inches wide and four inches long by the table, and placed it in front of him. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all available on the table. Shen Shi also did it by himself, adding water and grinding the ink. Later, when he was ready, he picked up the pen and dipped the ink and started to put the pen on the paper.

The black ink appeared between the white paper, fingers holding the penholder, and moving forward softly. There was no tremor along the way, and it seemed very stable. And the handwriting moves calmly and smoothly. It seems that he has already practiced countless times what he is writing and drawing at the moment, and he is already familiar with it. It’s just that the appearance of this young man’s writing is beautiful, but what is finally formed on the white paper is not ordinary text, but a strange and distorted pattern. There are simple and complex, each is different, and ordinary people can hardly see it. To understand the meaning of these weird patterns, some people will believe that they are ghost symbols.

Despite this, Shen Shi still drew quietly. There were ten different twists and patterns in front and back. It looked very difficult. Ordinary people might feel dizzy just by looking at them. He was extremely proficient, and he didn't hesitate in writing, and I don't know how long he practiced.

Just like this, he drew five pieces of white paper one after another. Shen Shi breathed a sigh of relief, put down the brush in his hand, rubbed his wrist, looked at the white paper with strange patterns in front of him, and examined them one by one. After a while, he nodded in satisfaction, then stood up, picked up the white paper and walked to the large box on the left, and opened the lid of the top box.

I saw that the boxes were stacked on top of each other, all of them were white pieces of paper the same size as his hands, almost full of this big box, and every piece of white paper was also painted with those strange patterns.

Shen Shi gently put the five pieces of white paper in today's box, his eyes stayed on the white paper in this box for a while, then he closed the lid, and looked at the six large boxes placed on both sides of the desk. The corners of his mouth slowly revealed. There was a faint smile.

Then he turned his head and looked outside the house, under the gloomy sky, the huge gray mountain covered by clouds still stood silently in the distance.

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On the other side of the small courtyard outside, outside a secluded corridor railing, in the morning breeze with a little coolness, behind the green balustrades, cornices and grass and small flowers, stood a short and stout man, staring quietly ahead. The young man behind the window watched him get up and open the window, watched him smile lazily, watched him pick up his brush and paint, watched him smile calmly, and with a little youthful self-satisfaction, stroking those Although it was filled with useless white paper in a big box, the work that took many years may be his most precious treasure.

He looked at the boy quietly, his eyes bright and clear, and deep in his eyes, there was still a little memory and warmth. At this time, Shen Shi walked to the window and quickly saw the man as his eyes turned. A smile suddenly appeared on his face and he waved: "Father!"

He laughed heartily here, and did not deliberately suppress his voice. The short fat man, Shen Shi’s father, Shen Tai, smiled and beckoned to Shen Shi. Shen Shi opened the door and ran over, and ran to the corridor here. , Came to Shen Tai's side.

Shen Tai reached out and touched Shen Shi's head, and asked gently, "Are you tired?"

Shen Shi shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm not tired, I'm used to it."

Shen Tai smiled and said: "Yin and Yang, five elements and ten runes, are unfamiliar and difficult, complicated and distorted. Even in the realm of comprehension, there have always been few people involved. It is not easy for you to paint for seven years at a young age. "After that, he seemed to think of something again, he pondered slightly, and said again,

"Although the technique of Talisman is only a small path, it is not valued in the realm of cultivation, but if you can persist in it and make progress in the future, it may not be a backing on your path of cultivation. Dad has urged you over the years, in the final analysis It’s also for your good, don’t blame me in your heart."

Shen Shi laughed, shook his head and smiled without saying a word. Seeing the expression on his face, he was alive and well carved out of the same mold as his father.

It's just that Shen Tai was in a daze for no reason, as if another familiar figure drifted past his eyes.

After a while, Shen Tai seemed to wake up from a long-lasting memory, shook his head, smiled and said, "Come on, it's a good day today, let's go to worship your mother and talk to her."

Shen Shi agreed, and walked towards the front hall behind his father, only to look up at the sky as he walked, the hazy and light gray sky, densely overcast, as usual.

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Light smoke curled up among the three pillars of fragrance. At this moment, Shen Tai, Shen Shi and his son were standing in a secluded quiet room. In front of them was an incense table on which a spiritual card was enshrined, from top to bottom. It simply wrote the number of "Shenmen Bai's Spiritual Position".

There was a small incense burner before the Lingpai. At this moment, a few scents were inserted. The two stood quietly before the incense table. On weekdays, they were always a pair of short and fat men with a nice smile. At this moment, they rarely reduced their smiles, silently. Standing in front of the deceased wife's spiritual position, silently, staring at the spiritual card quietly.

As for Shen Shi, he stood behind his father, folded his hands and bowed to the tablet three times, his lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something to the dead mother's spiritual position from the bottom of his heart.

There was silence in the quiet room, until Shen Tai suddenly spoke, and suddenly said in a flat tone, "Little Stone, remember that thing I told you?"

Shen Shi's body trembled suddenly, as if the muscles all over his body suddenly tightened at that moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at his father's back. Shen Tai didn't turn his head back, still standing there with his back to him, staring at the spiritual card on the incense case.

"Remember..." After a while, Shen Shi replied in a low voice, but for some reason, there was a bit of arduousness in that voice.

"Okay." Shen Tai nodded slowly, paused, and then said, "It's just today."

Shen Shi looked at the calm figure of his father in front of him, and the corners of his eyes flicked past his eyes, but he found that his hands, which seemed to hang at his side at random, had clenched his fists for some time. With such force, even the joints were faintly pale.

"Father." Shen Shi yelled softly, with a complicated and worried look on his face, but then he stopped talking.

Although Shen Tai didn't turn around, he seemed to feel something. After a long silence, he whispered softly: "Three days ago, I received a letter from Elder Song in the door." At this point, Shen Tai After a pause, there was an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth, a bitter smile that seemed sour, and a bit of panic pain, and finally a little bit of deep hatred.

He turned around, looked at Shen Shi, looked at his only son, his own flesh and blood, and said softly: "They have taken back the place for you to enter the mountain and transfer it to the Wang family."

Shen Shi's breathing stopped for an instant, and the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily. Shen Tai took a long breath and said, "We have no way out, Little Stone."

Shen Shi slowly lowered his head. After a long time, he whispered, "I understand, Dad."

Shen Tai stared at his son, suddenly stepped forward, hugged him in his arms, and put his arms around him, as if he was afraid that as soon as he let go, his son would leave him forever. And Shen Shi clenched his teeth, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, and whispered: "Father, it's okay, I'm not afraid."

Shen Tai closed his eyes, then, little by little, let go of his arms, lowered his voice, and said in words that only Shen Shi could hear: "You go now, and everything is done according to what we said before. , Waited for me at the butcher."

Shen Shi nodded heavily, and took a deep look at this father who had depended on him for more than ten years. Without hesitation, he turned and strode out of the quiet room.

Shen Tai's gaze drifted with his son's figure until his back disappeared, and until his footsteps finally disappeared, then he slowly turned around and faced the spiritual card on the incense table again.

The light smoke swirled around, as if it made the handwriting of the tablet a little blurry.

Shen Tai's right hand clenched into a fist slowly spread out. In the palm of his palm, there is a small green hourglass with a little green jade, about an inch and a half long, and the fine and white sand is dripping and dripping silently. It just looks rather shabby in appearance, and the gloss is also very dim. It is a worthless gadget in the past few years.

He stared at this Xiaoyu hourglass deeply, then raised his head, looked at the spiritual card, suddenly smiled, and said, "Xiaobai, you have to bless our son."

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This year, it was the beginning of the human race, and the overthrow of the Heavenly Demon King Court, which had been extremely powerful and ruled the Hongmeng realms for a long time. After the abolition of the demon calendar and the creation of the human race calendar, it was 10,766 years.

The vicissitudes of time are like white horses passing by, the sage has passed away, and the war has disappeared. The tragic and unspeakable battle between the monsters has gradually become a topic that people only occasionally remember the past after a meal.

During the laughter, recalling the great achievements of the Six Sages of the Human Race, laughing at the defeat of the Demon Race in the past.

On the Day of the National Breakdown, when fleeing in panic, thinking of the last decisive battle in the past, millions of human monks overwhelmed the sky and surrounded the vast and magnificent monster emperor Tianhong City. The world of heaven and earth is full of murderous auras. The Six Saints stand in the clouds. The lives of countless creatures are wiped out, and the blood is drifting. In the dead mountain and blood sea, finally the last trace of aura left in the Heavenly Demon King's Court was buried alive in the huge ruins of the palace.

Thousands of years, outside the maze of deep ruins, and in the dead of night, it is said that people can still hear the screams of countless ghosts who have died.

It's just that the years on earth have turned a new page after all.

Excluding the remnants of the few monsters who fled, the last and most elite combat power of the monsters, including four of the five great sky monsters, were all wiped out in the battle of the Tianhong Emperor. The remnants of the monster race are like the dog of the mourning family, and they cannot escape back to the monster world where the monster race originated with desperation. However, in the face of the human race chasing soldiers who are desperately trying to cut the grass and root out the roots, the Yao race is forced to sacrifice the life of the last powerful sky demon with the blood of the monster race’s secret method, destroying the town’s artifact "Yin Ming Pagoda". The only way to the demon realm, the "Blue Spirit Realm", has been transformed into a dead sea of ​​evil spirits into which the creatures will enter. This blocked the human race from pursuing soldiers, but at the same time, if it is locked in that piece of the demon world, it will never last forever. Comeback.

In a blink of an eye, thousands of years passed by, and the once stunning and brilliant peerless figures could not stop the erosion of the years, leaving only the countless monuments erected by posterity, which will be circulated forever in the great world. The human race has become more and more prosperous for thousands of years, especially since the Taoist practice initiated in the era of human-monster wars, after countless generations of strange people and elite human races, it has long surpassed the previous generations. In the present world, it is even more so. All alien evildoers are suppressed and can only hide their whereabouts and survive. They are completely unable to compete with powerful human races, especially those who are as many as stars and powerful at the same time.

This year is one of the ten thousand seven hundred and sixty-six years of the human calendar, and it is also a prosperous era of human race blooming like brocades and fires.

This year, the sea of ​​evil spirits in the blue spirit world is still overwhelming the entire world, separating the two races of monsters with deep hatred like the sea, and it seems that this will continue forever.

This year, in the 108th realm of Hongmeng, the legendary ten heavenly realms are still elusive legends. Both the demon realm and the green spirit realm transformed into the dead sea **** are silently hiding in the corner of people’s memory. , And headed by the vast and boundless Hongmeng Lord Realm, the remaining 96 realms, large and small, are all under the control of the human race.

This year, Shen Shi was twelve years old.

For him, the road of life is about to turn a new page.

(A new book, it feels like a new life and a new beginning... There will be another update later, three updates on the first day today.)