I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 259: Gods and Demons in Chaos
One month after the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai, a strange phenomenon occurred from the sky.

There will be no more sunny days in the sky of the Song Dynasty.

The thick dark clouds, like some kind of cloak of death, tightly enveloped the entire earth.

The once brilliant morning sun and warm starlight had long been swallowed up, the daytime was always as dim as dusk, and only a strange red light occasionally flashed from the clouds, like some kind of giant eye peeping at the world, cold and merciless.

The air was filled with an lingering smell of decay and blood. Every breath was like inhaling some kind of poison, making one's chest feel stuffy and the head dizzy.

The sounds between heaven and earth seemed to be sucked away, leaving only a mind-blowing silence.

The prosperous land of China has become a ruin of the end of the world.

The town that was once bustling with traffic and brightly lit has now become a devastated ruin.

The cobblestone roads broke and collapsed, the streets were filled with broken tiles and collapsed brick walls, and dust was still floating in the air.

The walls were covered with blood-red runes. Those runes were not written by humans, but were engraved by some unknown evil runes. Every stroke was filled with a weird beauty of madness and distortion, which made people suffer from a splitting headache at the first sight.

Countless shrunken corpses were scattered all over the streets and alleys.

Their bodies seemed to have been completely sucked dry by some horrific force, their skin tightly attached to their bones, their faces were hideous, their eyes were sunken, and the corners of their mouths still contained the screams and struggles before death.

Some corpses looked peaceful as if they were sleeping, but their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if their souls had been completely plundered, leaving behind a lifeless shell.

However, even more terrifying than the dead bodies are the creatures that do not belong to the human world.

A spider with a human face crawled out from the pile of rotten flesh, and its "face" seemed to carry the wailing of the dead; a black cat covered with tentacles scampered among the ruins, occasionally emitting sharp laughter; and there were also giant rats with deformed limbs and strange movements, their eyes revealing an evil light that did not belong to ordinary beasts.

These creatures carry the aura of gods, but have nothing to do with greatness, only corruption and despair.

In some villages controlled by the evil gods, the horrors of hell are even more vivid.

The villagers were kept in huge iron cages, like animals waiting to be slaughtered.

Each of these people had a dull expression, was dressed in rags, and was even unable to resist.

Some of them were dragged to the central sacrificial altar and dismembered alive. Their blood flowed along the runes on the altar and flowed into the deep underground, as if nourishing some unknown existence. Others knelt on the ground, with their hands raised high, constantly praying obscure spells, their voices mixed with painful screams and crazy fanaticism.

In the fields, the mutated villagers worked mechanically.

Their bodies were deformed, some had an extra tentacle-like arm, some had multiple eyes, and some had bent knees and walked like animals with dull expressions, like zombies.

They have long lost their independent consciousness and are just repeating slave-like labor under the control of the evil god.

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Qingyang Village, seventy miles outside Daming Prefecture, Hebei.

This used to be a picturesque little village with small bridges, flowing water and curling smoke from cooking fires.

The village today has long lost all its human atmosphere.

On the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, there were shriveled corpses hanging. Their faces were strangely elongated and their mouths were wide open, as if they were still screaming silently before death.

When the wind blew, the mummies made a "cuckoo" sound, like the low laughter of the dead in hell.

The well in the center of the village is no longer clear. The water has turned thick black and emits a pungent stench.

The land around the well was dry and cracked, covered with twisted black weeds. The grass blades were like long snakes, and occasionally swayed strangely.

However, the sacrificial altar at the entrance of the village is the most horrifying place in the entire village.

The stage was littered with broken limbs and broken bones, and blood flowed along the stone platform, dyeing the ground below the stage red.

Some villagers were bound with chains, kneeling beside the altar. Their bodies had long lost their human appearance. Some had antler-like bone spurs growing on their heads, and some had patches of black scales on their backs.

Their mouths opened and closed mechanically, muttering the language of the evil god in a gloomy and crazy tone.

"Great is He...who devours everything...who grants us everlasting mercy..."

Among the villagers who were cast under the evil curse, some had tears of blood in their eyes and distorted expressions on their faces. They seemed to be aware of their situation but unable to break free.

They have no control over their behavior, as if they are just tools of some power.

As dusk fell, the blood mist from the altar was like a huge net, engulfing the entire sky.

On the altar, a "favored one" of the evil god was like a mad wizard, holding high the bone staff in his hand. The blood-red eyeball embedded on the top of the staff slowly rotated. Wherever his eyes looked, all the villagers kneeling on the ground wailed in pain, their bodies gradually twisted and broke.

His voice was hoarse and sharp, with an irresistible allure:

"The great being has arrived. His will will control the heaven and earth! Sacrifice! Burn your souls for Him!"

Along with this scream, the eyeball on the bone staff suddenly shot out a blood-red beam of light, rushing straight into the sky and piercing through the thick clouds.

The blood-red light poured down like flowing water, covering the entire village in a strange blood mist.

The kneeling villagers' bodies twitched violently, and blood flowed out of their eyes, ears, mouths and noses, flowing along the runes on the ground, as if being attracted underground, nourishing some unknown existence.

The blood was steaming, and a disgusting smell filled the air.

In the distance, several children huddled in a dilapidated barn, watching everything through the crack in the door, trembling all over.

A thin girl was holding a rag doll, tears crisscrossing her dirty face. She gritted her teeth and dared not cry out loud, but just looked at the distorted blood light not far away with trembling eyes.

"Brother...will anyone save us..."

She asked in a low voice, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but with a child's innocence and despair.

The older boy gritted his teeth and covered the girl's mouth tightly with both hands, fearing that her voice would alert the monster outside.

He looked up at the sky engulfed by the blood mist, his eyes filled with deep fear, but he managed to squeeze out a strong voice:

"It will...it will definitely happen..."

The screams of the villagers could be heard in the blood mist. Their voices turned from pain to madness, and finally fell into silence. Only the whispers of the evil god's followers on the sacrificial platform and the sound of claws approaching from afar remained...

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The evening wind, carrying the scent of blood and decay, gently blows across the desolate land.

Suddenly, a lonely figure appeared in front of the dilapidated city gate of Qingfeng County.

Li Qingyun was wearing a black robe, which fluttered in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The purple-gold sword in his hand was covered with knife marks, as if it had witnessed countless brutal battles.

The faint light on the blade is like the only flame burning in the endless darkness. Although it is weak, it will never go out.

He stood in front of the city gate, his eyes sweeping across the dried blood and corpses lying all over the ground. His eyes were as stern as ice, full of sadness and coldness.

He walked into the city gate, his figure like a silhouette, walking in the apocalypse woven by blood and fire.

Suddenly, there was a strange movement in the ruins among the streets and alleys in the city.

From the depths of the dark alley, several twisted figures suddenly jumped out.

These creatures, who were originally human beings, have been completely corrupted by the power of the evil god and transformed into beast-like monsters.

They were on all fours, with twisted joints, their skin covered with strange black scales, and their eyes burning with crazy bloodthirst.

Without any hesitation, they let out sharp howls and rushed straight towards Li Qingyun.

Li Qingyun frowned slightly, his expression cold. He shook his right hand lightly, and the purple-gold long sword suddenly came out of its sheath. The sword light flashed across the dim sky like a meteor.

"Pfft!"

The blade flashed and the monsters were instantly frozen in mid-air.

The next moment, their bodies broke in the middle and fell to the ground. After twitching a few times, they turned into a pool of rotten black blood, emitting a strong stench.

Li Qingyun sheathed his sword without stopping. His eyes were cold and focused as he looked towards the altar not far away.

The altar in the center of the square was shrouded in a blood-red light, and the surrounding air was filled with corruption and evil. Even the night wind did not dare to approach.

The evil god's followers on the altar were wearing black robes, and their skinny figures were like dry dead trees.

In his hand he held high a bone staff, the blood-red eyeball on the top of the staff emitted a faint light, making his face look even more hideous.

"Sacrifice... awaken... we will serve the great existence!"

The voice of the follower was hoarse and frantic. The people kneeling at his feet looked ashen and their eyes were lifeless, as if their souls had been sucked out long ago, leaving only an empty shell, at his mercy.

Li Qingyun looked at the villagers kneeling on the ground, murderous intent surging in his eyes. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said coldly:
"A great existence..."

He stepped on the ground and turned into a black shadow, rushing to the altar as silently as a ghost.

Before the evil god's followers could finish their words, they felt a cold murderous intent approaching them.

He looked up suddenly, only to see a dazzling purple light cutting through the darkness like a meteor, as fast as lightning, coming straight at him!

"puff!"

With a flash of the knife, the legs of the follower were severed and blood gushed out.

He let out a scream, staggered and fell to the ground. Before he could catch his breath, Li Qingyun kicked him in the chest. He fell like a rag in the middle of the altar and rolled to the ground.

Li Qingyun stood in front of him, the purple-gold long sword emitting a faint purple aura in the red light, and the blade pointed directly at the center of the followers' eyebrows.

His tone was cold, with unquestionable majesty:
"Is the one you serve the Faceless Immortal?"

The follower fell to the ground, but a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"The Faceless Immortal? Hahahaha... He is nothing but a slave of the Great One! You foolish humans, your struggle is in vain. One day, this land will belong to the Great One!"

Li Qingyun's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly swung the purple-gold sword down, slashing straight at the bone staff not far away from the follower.

"Qiang!"

The blade hit the bone staff, making a deafening sound. The divine object in the follower's hand trembled violently, and the blood-red eyeball on the top of the bone staff cracked with a long crack, as if wailing in pain.

The follower's face changed drastically, he roared wildly, slammed his hands on the ground, and muttered an obscure spell.

"Come, great power, devour this foolish mortal!"

In an instant, the ground beneath the altar shook violently, and countless black tentacles emerged from the ground, twisting wildly like poisonous snakes. Each tentacle was covered with densely packed sharp teeth, and with a disgusting corrosive smell, it pounced towards Li Qingyun.

Li Qingyun snorted coldly, and the purple-gold sword shook. Purple air filled the blade and instantly turned into a sky full of stars.

"cut!"

The blade light poured down like a galaxy, with cold rays spreading everywhere, instantly chopping those tentacles into pieces, turning them into pools of rotten black blood that spilled all over the ground.

When the evil god's followers saw this, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, but soon, his expression turned crazy again, and he muttered:
"A great being is about to arrive... you mortals will not be able to stop His footsteps!"

Li Qingyun ignored the other party.

He stepped on the ground and rushed towards the follower like a gust of wind. The purple-gold sword slashed across the air, bringing up a dazzling purple blade light and going straight to the follower's heart.

"Pfft!"

The blade flashed like a rainbow piercing the sun, and the voice of the follower suddenly stopped. His chest was completely split open, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the entire altar red.

Purple light swept across, and a long crack appeared on the entire altar. The blood-red eyeball on the top of the bone staff completely exploded and turned into countless fragments that scattered around.

The villagers who were kneeling on the ground woke up as if from a dream. Their eyes gradually regained their spirit and they looked around blankly, as if they had just woken up from a nightmare.

[Kill the sixth-level spirit slave: gain 73,500 souls of qi and blood].

[Remaining Qi and blood: 1,036,400 souls].

Li Qingyun looked at the words appearing in front of him, his expression remained calm, without the slightest fluctuation.

He retracted his sword and scanned the square until he was sure that there were no more followers of the evil god. Then he slowly turned around and walked towards the village barn.

"Come out."

His voice was low, but it carried a reassuring power that penetrated the silent night and reached the ears of the surviving children.

In the barn, several children poked their heads out timidly.

When they saw Li Qingyun, the fear on their faces was gradually replaced by hope, and tears welled up in their eyes.

The youngest child, holding a worn-out rag doll, ran tremblingly to Li Qingyun, raised his little face, and spoke in a weak but grateful voice:

"Uncle...are you the immortal who came to save us?"

Li Qingyun squatted down and gently placed his hand on the little boy's head.

His palms were stained with blood from the battle, but they were warm and firm.

The little boy's tears mixed with dirt flowed down, leaving a gray line on his scarred little face.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a god."

Li Qingyun said in a low voice, his eyes gentle but firm, "I am just like you, a poor person struggling to survive in this chaotic world."

The child's sobbing gradually stopped and he raised his head timidly.

Li Qingyun raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face and said slowly:
"Soon, I will take you to a safe place. There, someone will protect you."

He stood up and raised his head slightly.

A ray of light flashed between his eyebrows, as if the sky had cracked, tearing open a strange passage.

A faint evil wind arose, and in the light, the figure of a woman slowly emerged.

The woman had a graceful figure, beautiful features, skin as white as snow, and eyes that contained a captivating charm.

But beneath that charm, there is a cold murderous aura that makes people shudder.

"What's the master's order?"

The woman lowered her head slightly, her voice was cold, with a hint of seductiveness in the echo.

This is a demon spirit that Li Qingyun took into the "Ten Thousand Demons Palace" of the Buzhou Divine Mountain after he killed a powerful man from the spiritual world recently.

This female demon possesses the strength to be at the top of the Tiangang list, but now she has been sealed and controlled by Li Qingyun, becoming one of the fighting forces he commands.

Li Qingyun pointed at the children behind him and said in a low but unquestionable tone:
"Take my letter and escort them to Daming Prefecture. There are two seniors guarding there, He Xiangu and Han Xiangzi. They should be able to keep them safe for the time being."

The Nine Yin Demoness nodded slightly, knelt down and replied:
"I will definitely fulfill my mission."

She waved her hand, and a gust of wind blew up, gently lifting up the children.

The children stared with horror. The little boy hugged his sister and asked in a trembling voice:
"Uncle, you...you won't go with us?"

Li Qingyun looked back at him, his eyes gentle but firm:
"You go first, uncle has other things to do."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an irresistible power.

The child opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he just bit his lips and nodded vigorously.

The Nine Yin Demoness glanced at Li Qingyun, and without saying anything, she rode the demonic wind, swept up the children, and turned into a beam of green light, heading straight for the sky...

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(End of this chapter)