Chapter 130 God comes and ignores all living things

"What will happen if the mountain god gets angry?" a younger Taoist nun asked timidly.

"The violent wind, rain, and lightning right now are just one example. If it gets worse, there might even be earthquakes and flash floods." Nianci sighed, "But in all these years, I've never witnessed the wrath of the gods of this mountain."

She is the kindest deity in the world.

Lightning continued to strike around them, causing screams to emanate. The spirits that had gathered were forced to disperse, and soon, Nianci discovered that Chang Xile was the target of the lightning.

Wessel knelt down, holding Chang Xile in his arms, and watched vigilantly as the lightning descended around the two of them, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

"Even if the mountain god is angry, he should go after those bastards who are recklessly clearing the land. What's the point of surrounding a little girl here?" With a gloomy face, he raised his hands from time to time to block the lightning that was striking them, and questioned the so-called mountain god who was nowhere to be found.

"No, wait a minute." Nianci raised her hand to signal everyone not to panic. She observed intently, and after a moment, she reminded them, "Look."

After carefully observing the direction of the lightning, several people found that none of them actually struck Chang Xile. Only the first few struck Wessel, and then they stopped.

It doesn't look like he wants to hurt anyone, but rather like he is protecting someone.

The weather above them was not the worst. Looking further to the southeast, it was being hit by heavy rain. The tall trees were swaying left and right in the wind. There were even billowing smoke rising from a few trees, and faint flames could be seen.

"There's a wildfire!"

This was the first sentence Chang Xile heard when she woke up in a daze.

As she woke up, the thunder around her gradually subsided. Chang Xile struggled to stand up with her hands. Seeing that she had regained consciousness, Wessel supported her back and asked anxiously, "How do you feel?"

Chang Xile shook his head, but the next second he spat out a mouthful of blood.

There wasn't much blood, but it flowed down the corners of his mouth and stained his collar red.

Wessel's eyes were dazed for a moment, then he shook his head, regaining his composure, and asked, "Does it hurt anywhere?"

Although Chang Xile's posture looked scary, after she vomited blood, she felt the oppression in her chest ease. She shook her head to indicate that she was fine and asked him, "Where did you say the fire is?"

Wessel looked up, and Master Nianci and the others' eyes fell on Chang Xile's back.

Chang Xile looked back in the direction they were looking, and after a moment realized that that was the direction where Anping and the fox were fighting.

The fox is so powerful, how can Anping be left alone to face it?

She struggled to stand up, not noticing a dark shadow emerging from the depths of the woods, following the trail of blood and ready to move.

Wessel grabbed her arm, realized the direction Chang Xile was going, and asked her incredulously, "You finally came back safely, are you planning to die?"

Chang Xile looked back at him and said, "You could have left just now, but you chose to stay and look after me."

Wessel's eyes moved slightly, and he realized - yes, this place almost cost him his life. Now that he has broken free from its control and no longer needs to repay the favor, he has never thought of running away.

This is completely different from the way he was before.

Wessel calmed down and looked around, then decided, "It's too dangerous for you to go alone. I'll accompany you."

Chang Xile nodded, then ran straight towards the place where the faint firelight appeared.

Weatherill followed closely behind, but to his surprise, the lightning that had just shown signs of subsiding began to fall again in the direction Chang Xile was running.

He couldn't get close to Chang Xile, but those guys who were eyeing him covetously didn't have a chance to take advantage of him.

"That won't work..." A round-faced Taoist nun looked at the two people leaving and said worriedly, "A wildfire is not like an ordinary fire. Once it starts, it might trap people to death..."

Wildfires are one of the most feared disasters, requiring early intervention. Because forests are teeming with flammable materials, once a fire starts, it spreads rapidly, becoming increasingly difficult to contain. Severe wildfires can burn for months without stopping.

Compared to the forest, humans are too small. Once they enter the woods, they may be safe for the moment, but when they come to their senses, they may be surrounded by flames.

Another thin Taoist nun couldn't help sobbing, as if she recalled some terrible memories.

Shu Nian held Jun Yi's hand and had been walking with the crowd in confusion, but at this moment she suddenly realized - why were they souls now?

He stared blankly at the faint glow of fire in the distant woods, his vision slowly forming of a far greater conflagration. Desperate wails and screams filled the air. The once exquisitely decorated cornices and sloping corners took on a gloomy and solemn atmosphere in the flames, finally collapsing with a bang. He remembered being held in the arms of a woman, and then...

Then what happened?

Junyi looked up at him. The little girl who usually loved to chat with people just silently held Shunian's hand.

Nianci patted their shoulders and said with a sigh, "Let them go."

However, when the two arrived at the spot where Ninghu had been, neither Anping nor Ninghu were there. Fires raged all around, scorching the ground. The few remaining flowers beside the trees had bent their branches, scorched by the flames, waiting to wither. Their petals were splattered red with blood, with a few drops of blood dangling, indicating that a fierce battle had taken place here not long ago.

The treacherous fox existed as a spirit—so this blood could only be Anping's. Chang Xile felt as if his heart had been struck hard by a bell, and even his head was buzzing.

There was a long trail of blood on the ground, but it disappeared into the fire along the path. Wessel stopped Chang Xile who was about to rush forward, thinking that Chang Xile had lost his mind in order to save people.

He frowned and wondered whether he should forcibly take Chang Xile away from this place.

At least they couldn't all die here.

Chang Xile was pulled by him and suddenly came back to his senses.

She thought, there's no point in getting anxious now. She must stay calm and find Anping as soon as possible.

The red debris from the leaves burned by the fire floated in the air, like the Milky Way and also like fireflies.

Chang Xile's eyes flashed, and she followed Wessel out of the forest area surrounded by flames. She rummaged in her bag and took out a bottle.

There were still as many fireflies in the bottle, but their light had dimmed. Chang Xile didn't rush. She focused on the direction where the fireflies were gathering and rushed towards it.

When Chang Xile and the others found An Ping, he was locked in a fierce struggle with the fox on the edge of a steep slope. The surrounding trees were ablaze with abnormally red flames, and the torrential downpour couldn't extinguish them.

Not far away, lying unconscious in the open ground, was the fox. As the lightning in the night sky continued to illuminate the earth, the fox was almost frantic, trying to drill into Chen Moxin's body.

Anping's white clothes were already drenched in blood. He gasped for breath and locked the fox's neck with his wrist.

No matter how powerful the fox is, it is just a soul at this moment. It has no entity. If ordinary people want to touch it, they must also sacrifice their soul.

Chang Xile saw that a white shadow with two tails was gradually fading around Anping's body, and he was about to be unable to stop the fox.

Without thinking too much, she first drew a spell in their direction with her finger. This spell was not directed at An Ping, nor at the fox, but flew straight towards Chen Moxin.

It was the soul-exorcising spell that Tang You taught her.

At that moment, the fox struggled to pull itself onto Chen Moxin's body. However, it found that there seemed to be an insurmountable barrier between it and him. The fox immediately turned its head and looked at Chang Xile with a fierce look in its eyes.

The next second it pounced in the direction of Chang Xile. Her soul also had a flaw, and the blood on her collar was much more attractive to it than Anping.

Wessel sneered, and a "crack" sound of something breaking was heard in the air. Then a small black shadow flew out and temporarily nailed the fox to the ground.

The fox was struggling on the spot, and its voice was so shrill that it hurt people's ears.

Chang Xile looked at Wessel, who had once again broken off his little finger to use as a bone nail.

Anping limped forward and pierced it through the abdomen again with his tail.

The fox howled again in pain. It looked at Anping, then at Chang Xile and Weatherill not far away, with a resentful expression.

"Then...all of you come and be buried with me." The fox said calmly.

Without waiting for the men to react, it flicked its tail and the surrounding woods immediately caught fire, trapping them inside.

"Hehehe..." The fox laughed while coughing up blood, "Little brats, don't you know that you should stay away from the calamity when you encounter it?"

Long, long ago, when the Dao flourished in the mortal world, a calamity, though meant for a single individual, would strike indiscriminately. Upon encountering even the slightest sign of such a calamity, ordinary cultivators would immediately notify everyone within a hundred miles to evacuate, lest they be affected.

After all, if one is forced to endure the thunder tribulation of ascension before the time of ascension, his soul will surely be torn apart.

However, nowadays, the number of people who can trigger a heavenly tribulation is decreasing, and there may not be one such case in a hundred years. Moreover, some people who are devoted to the righteous path will deliberately go to desolate and isolated places to survive the thunder tribulation.

The fox had trapped them here, intending to consume them all to death. He recounted their injuries: "Each of your souls is weaker than the last. If you were to be shattered to ashes by the thunderbolt, you wouldn't even have the chance to reincarnate, would you?"

"Shut up." Chang Xile looked at it coldly. He didn't expect that the fox would still be so stubborn when facing death.

The anger in Chang Xile's eyes became a stimulant for the fox, and it added: "Not only you, but also all the creatures in this mountain, will be buried with me, haha ​​...

"Cough... cough..." Thick smoke gradually surrounded the few people. Chang Xile, as the only mortal here, was the first to react. She covered her mouth and nose and coughed uncontrollably.

This wildfire was caused by the evil thoughts of the treacherous fox, and ordinary rain could not extinguish it. An Fangfang's previous attack had almost completely deprived the treacherous fox of its ability to fight back, but in order to extinguish the flames, the treacherous fox's soul had to be completely dead.

But how easy is it to destroy a soul? There's no one else here except An Ping, exhausted after sacrificing another tail, Chang Xile, whose soul is wounded, and Wessel, who has just been possessed.

But as long as there is a wildfire burning the world and souls are born from the fox, the fox will be able to obtain an endless source of power and gradually recover.

If it could kill Chang Xile and a few others, or even have a chance to survive the thunder tribulation to the end and eat all their souls, maybe it could really become a saint with its souls?

The fox licked its lips with shining eyes. Although its injuries were extremely serious, there was no trace of pain in its expression.

The originally straight trees around were gradually twisted in the fire. Chang Xile's face was pale. Although she was protected in Anping's arms, his magic power was no longer sufficient to withstand the scorching heat from the outside world.

It wants to turn the world into hell.

Chang Xile looked at the evil ghost in the shape of a fox in front of him, gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain and slowly stood up.

As she walked toward the fox, she felt her little finger gently hooked. Chang Xile glanced back and saw it was Anping. He barely had the energy to sit up straight, but subconsciously wanted to keep her away from the fox.

"Danger..." He coughed up blood in his throat, and even his voice was hoarse, with only a breath left.

"Take a rest. You've worked hard along the way." Chang Xile gently touched Anping's head, then threw out a qi talisman, surrounding both him and Wessel to protect them from the fire.

Seeing Chang Xile approaching, the fox didn't show any fear. Instead, it looked at her greedily. Even though Chang Xile's once fair face had been blackened by smoke, her hair was disheveled, and she was covered in blood—something she couldn't tell belonged to her or Anping—it looked extremely miserable. But it was savoring the taste of her soul that it had just tasted.

A mere yellow-haired girl, without the soul-snatching rope, what else could she do to him? She was just a meal on the table.

Chang Xile took a deep breath and asked, "If I can't kill you, can God?"

The fox was stunned for a moment, then laughed at her in disbelief. "What? You, a mere mortal, are you trying to scare me with such a vague concept as the gods?"

Perhaps there is such a thing as the Way of Heaven, the law of all things, unshakable by will. Therefore, the fox fears the calamity and constantly searches for a way to escape the thunder.

But the gods? Oh, they were so high above, they had no time to care about the fights and quarrels between ants on earth. Even if believers offered tributes day after day in their devotion, in the eyes of the gods, they were nothing more than ants, forgotten in the blink of an eye, not even their names were remembered.

The flattering fox avoided answering, dismissing the subject with a sneer. Chang Xile saw a subtle crack in its previously arrogant expression.

She smiled and asked, "That's okay, right?"

"What do you want to do?" The fox stopped smiling. It looked at Chang Xile and took out another blank yellow talisman from his waist.

She searched on her body for a while, and finally bit the tip of her index finger, and used the blood from her fingertip to concentrate on writing on the talisman paper.

This was the slowest Chang Xile had ever written talismans since she learned how to draw them. She lay on the ground, pressing down her fingertips with the weight of her body. Blood flowed out from her fingertips continuously, almost soaking the talisman.

If Tang You or Yang Guisi were present, they would have discovered that Chang Xile was not drawing any of the talismans they taught her.

The strokes of these two characters were actually not difficult, but she felt like she had been writing for a long time. Only after she finished the last stroke did Chang Xile fall to the ground exhausted.

"What did you write? Speak!" The fox seemed to sense something, and it grew increasingly nervous, wanting to see the words. However, because it was nailed to the spot, no matter how it raised its head and rolled, the crack in its soul only widened, and it could not clearly see the words on the talisman paper.

It was raining heavily, but the talisman paper was not wet at all.

"Impossible... Impossible. God can't come. Who are you to be worthy of being looked at by God?" The flattering fox spoke more and more crazily.

Chang Xile felt the raindrops falling on her eyelashes, and she did not speculate whether a miracle would happen.

Someone once said that when you ask God for your luck, you should have unwavering faith in yourself.

The gods would listen, she knew.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and purple lightning surged between the clouds, then fell without warning.

A blinding light filled the land, and the sound of countless sharp blades piercing the air and piercing the earth filled his ears. Enduring the excruciating pain, Chang Xile stared intently in the direction of the treacherous fox, ensuring its soul had been crushed to dust.

Before she fainted, Chang Xile felt a pair of hands holding her head. With her last bit of strength, she turned around and sighed softly, "Fool..."

Who let you out...

Anping knelt on the ground, holding the dying Chang Xile in his arms. He lowered his head and said nothing, facing the thunder in the sky with his back.