There's something wrong with my master.

So fast that many people didn't have time to react.

A cold current that freezes people from soul to body.

The temperature is high enough to melt a person.

The waves seemed to be about to submerge the entire land.

An earthquake that collapses buildings and breaks the ground into pieces.

The mortals did not react, and neither did the monks.

The monks who cultivated luck and merit wanted to take action, but faced with such a natural disaster, they could only sigh helplessly.

Someone in the palace in the sky also wanted to take action, but the slave seal on his forehead was activated instantly.

They could only roll on the ground wailing and there was nothing else they could do.

In the small county town where Yun Mansion is located.

Zhu Weiquan looked at the guqin hanging on the roof that protected the entire mansion, and once again marveled at his foresight.

However, he was not in a good mood.

The population, which was already few in number, was still dying one after another, more than those who died during the famine.

The famine is over, the damn plague is over, but what about now?

Can you make it?

The famine was caused by the monks, the plague was caused by the monks, and now this natural disaster is still caused by the monks.

Zhu Weiquan once again thought of his unreliable uncle.

The uncle said that mortals can also possess the power to destroy the world.

A star destroyer that can destroy the entire world.

A spacecraft that can travel through chaos at speeds comparable to that of light.

A two-dimensional foil that can turn the entire world into a painting.

Perhaps by then, it will just be another form of the survival of the fittest.

But the mortals at that time probably had the qualifications to make their voices heard to the high and mighty monks.

This feeling of life and death being in the hands of others is really not a good thing at all.

Zhu Weiquan thought about this and shook his head.

You must be crazy to trust that uncle you have never met.

"Liu, it's a good thing you didn't go out today, otherwise you probably wouldn't be able to come back."

"Ah."

Yun Liu nodded, responded, and then said nothing more.

He has the memories of a monk, although those memories are now becoming increasingly blurred.

He understood that there were good and bad monks in this world, and many things could not be blamed entirely on the monks.

He knows, he understands.

But Yun Liu is just a mortal now, and it is easier for him to empathize with mortals.

This feeling of having your life and death controlled by others is really not a pleasant one.

Zhu Weiquan thought his uncle was talking nonsense.

However, Yun Liu knew that in that void of chaos, there might really be mortals who could rival the monks.

It’s just that for some reason, the mortals in this world were born much earlier than that blue planet.

Many kalpas have passed since the agricultural civilization, but the mortals in this world have no intention of developing in other directions.

……

……

Evil thoughts are flowing between heaven and earth.

Eventually it turned into a river, rushing towards the same place.

Most of the evil thoughts flowed to the sky high above.

The evil thoughts scattered in other places flowed towards the Yun Mansion.

Some of the monks who were hiding in the Yun Mansion had indifferent expressions and were indifferent to the people and things outside.

Others are still struggling over whether or not they should take action.

When someone wanted to stand up and protect the entire city, he was pulled back.

"Thousands and tens of thousands of years from now, there will still be many people in this world."

"Just like when the immortals came a hundred thousand years ago, countless lives were killed and injured. However, since I started practicing, I have traveled around this world and still found people everywhere."

"And if you go out, you may never come back."

"Is it worth it for a group of mortals who can regenerate at any time?"

The monk who was trying to persuade them stopped talking.

There was one more thing he didn't say, which was that if you left, this place might be exposed.

This was the main reason for his persuasion.

……

……

In the room in the backyard of the Yun Mansion.

As more and more malice flowed towards Yun Changsheng, the emotions surging in his eyes became more and more turbulent.

He met Wang Langya.

I met the little girl Xing'er from back then.

I met the elderly couple who had been together through life and death.

After seeing the blue curtain, there were people trapped in the ice and snow struggling to survive.

He saw Lin Li standing at the door, crying about the death of an uncle.

I saw that the guqin hanging on the roof of Lin's house was no longer able to hold on and the roof was about to collapse.

And under the roof were people he was familiar with.

Yun Liuyu, Lin Tian, ​​Lin Yu, Tao Yaoyao...

His consciousness of belonging to all living beings is becoming stronger and stronger.

His own humanity was swept away by the surging emotions, and it seemed as if it would be lost at any moment.

He stood up, opened the door, walked out, and looked up at the sky.

At the same time, all the people who survived in this world raised their heads at the same time.

No matter if he is a peddler or a wealthy person.

Whether he is an honest farmer or a village bully.

They looked to the sky.

Looking towards the palace in the sky.

I saw the immortals living in the palace.

Each of them seems to have the shadow of Yun Changsheng.

Or it should be said that Yun Changsheng has always had their shadows on him.

At this moment, he is not a high and mighty monk.

But, people.

Chapter 402: Marionette

When all living creatures in the world looked up at the sky, the fisherman was completely exposed to all living beings.

His every move and every word were seen by everyone.

Perhaps in the next moment, he will reveal a fatal flaw.

Yun Changsheng was also collecting information about the fisherman bit by bit through all living beings.

A flying bird once saw a fisherman killing someone.

A sea fish once saw a fisherman poisoning someone.

A beggar once saw a piece of a fisherman's clothes.

A fisherman saw the fisherman fighting with Wu Ding.

A newly awakened tree demon saw how the fisherman performed the slave seal.

The information gradually pieced together, outlining the image of the fisherman.

"Are you going?"

In the backyard of the Yun Mansion, the rain had just stopped and the air was filled with a moist scent.

Lin Xi, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, was sitting on a swing, watching with a smile.

She was still as beautiful as in my memory. The cool aura around her would always dissipate whenever she saw Yun Changsheng, just like melting ice and snow.

Yun Changsheng, who was surrounded by the evil thoughts of all living beings, woke up for a moment. He looked in the direction of Lin Xi and nodded.

"I guess I have to go."

Although based on sporadic clues, we can already guess who God wants to kill the immortals in the sky.

But when it really happened, I still felt helpless inside.

The ordinary people in the world are fighting to cross the river, and the monks are fighting to cross the river.

The Heavenly Dao, which plays with all living beings in this world at its mercy, is also struggling at this moment.

No one knows where the other side is.

No one knows whether they can swim to the other side.

"Xiao Yue'er, whether your master can come back this time depends on you."

"When the time comes, make sure you are sure before casting the spell, okay?"

"If you have time, see if you can ask those monks who are undergoing tribulation in the yard to help. They have been eating plain rice at my house for several days."

Lin Xi whispered a few words to Li Yue who was in the Lin Residence.

The woman in goose yellow clothes raised her head and looked in Lin Xi's direction.

"I wish Master and his wife a triumphant return."

She was not sure whether she could find the right opportunity by then.

Now it seems that all we can do is wish them a triumphant return.

Lin Xi flipped through the storage ring on his body and kept all the jade slips that recorded the exercises.

After thinking about it, he also kept the script written by Yun Changsheng.

Since God has arranged things to this point, the fisherman has no chance of survival.

As for whether Yun Changsheng, the immortal killer, will die, no one can say for sure except the one in heaven.

"Like I said last time, we live and die together."

"Ah."

Yun Changsheng nodded, and before he was completely overwhelmed by the emotions of the crowd, he let go of all his defenses.

Lin Xi turned into a ray of white light and penetrated into his heart.

When Lin Xi's breath disappeared, Yun Changsheng seemed to have let go of all his obsessions, and emotions surged in his eyes.