Chapter 392: The predecessors dug the pits and the descendants buried them. This habit is not good and must be changed.

The plain stone steps when I came here just now have turned into piles of bones, stacked layer by layer, densely packed.

Even Lin Du, who is extremely sensitive to numbers, finds it difficult to tell how many corpses there are at this time.

"What is that...? Then what we just walked on... is it the steps made of these corpses?" Ni Jinxuan widened her eyes, as if she couldn't accept such a shock.

An indescribable and magnificent cruelty struck the hearts of all of them, including Hou Cang, who has always been cold and indifferent.

Even if he was practicing the Supreme Forgetful Way, Hou Cang would not accept stepping on tens of thousands of corpses to move forward.

While struggling backwards, Yuan Ye accidentally kicked a glass bead down, like a drop of water falling into an oil pan.

Almost in an instant, the accumulated bones, like a mountain, piled up to form a high platform, began to move one after another, rubbing against each other, rolling like accumulated snow on the top of the mountain, giving a warning before the collapse.

Countless hand bones were raised, with five claws pointing upwards. The bones seemed stiff but were actually flexible, and they kept chasing after the falling glass bead.

Bones stacked on top of bones, bones stepping on bones, countless pairs of bones gathered into hands, their souls had long since dissipated, but they seemed to still remember the memories of their lives, and they kept clashing and struggling with endless madness.

The sound of bones rubbing and pushing against each other was like countless beads rolling down and bones hitting each other, gathering into a crazy song of faith.

The altar was shaken by these crazy shaking bones, and in a trance, it felt like the building was about to collapse.

Ni Jinxuan's eyes widened, as if she couldn't accept the collapse of life, "Why... is it like this?"

As the steps made of bones continued to surge, countless mists had already gathered in Lin Du's eyes.

Greed, anger, and delusion, the mist accumulated, and the bones produced rolling black smoke.

A skeleton grabbed the glass bead, and was quickly pulled down by the skeleton next to it. The bones were disassembled and rolled down, and were caught by the skeletons that surged up and continued to be disassembled.

The shrine was unstable, so more glass beads rolled down, and the bones surged even more crazily.

The glass beads were brilliant, and the bones rushed to them.

But in the hands of the bones, they mysteriously lost their luster. The bones became more and more angry, and they climbed up frantically, not to rob, but to... kill the gods.

The piles of bones kept surging, and finally the altar collapsed.

The people on the altar also rolled down.

The wind howled, the resentment was boiling, the altar was destroyed, and it was no longer a high building.

When they fell, they held each other, and finally they all rolled heavily onto the reefs on the seabed, looking up to see countless bones scattered.

"Is this... the fall of God?" Lin Du said softly.

The people pushed people up to become gods, and the people razed the altar to the ground.

"So this is not a place for preaching." Xia Tianwu was shocked by the scene in front of him and said softly, "Is this... the ruins of an altar?"

"He saved the people, but was burdened by the people?" She frowned, "No wonder the master has always been afraid of people."

Afraid of seeing people, afraid of his reputation spreading, afraid of people flocking to him for medical treatment, afraid of people's anger if he fails to save the patient.

Mo Lin held her hand tightly amid the sound of collapse, "Don't be afraid, rescuers, as long as you don't step onto the high platform and keep your feet on the ground, it will never collapse."

"Moreover, the people who are truly rescued will also protect you."

Xia Tianwu heard this and took a deep breath, "I'm not afraid."

Yuan Ye smacked his lips, turned his head and pointed to the ruins to Ni Jinxuan, "Did you see it? People still have to rely on themselves."

The world belongs to everyone in the world, so once the superiors find it difficult to succeed, they will be overthrown by everyone in the world.

Yan Qing sighed, "There is a reason why the incense and the way of gods have been completely cut off until now."

Most of the things eliminated by history are not good things.

Yue Han regretted, "Beads, it's not bright anymore."

Looking back, he found that Lin Du's gray eyes were not focused.

"Junior sister?"

Lin Du suddenly came back to his senses, "I know what they want to suppress."

It was the resentment of the fallen god.

Although he didn't know why the altar was hidden in the sea here, Lin Du was sure that this place was probably once a prosperous highland.

When the rules were perfected and the ancient gods returned to their positions, there was a period of prosperity. Until wars broke out frequently and people suffered, the gods and immortals joined forces to divide the worlds, separating the thirty-three heavens and the three thousand worlds.

But in fact, every piece of land once had gods.

This "remnant of the way of heaven" that entered the Dongming Realm, the real fallen god, may have become a god on the land of Dongming Realm.

The resentment of these people may be the resentment of all creatures that once lived on this land.

This is a disaster that Dongming Realm cannot escape.

No wonder, no wonder the remnant power of the fallen gods came to this world.

Lin Du put away his folding fan and raised his hand to take out something, "The altar has collapsed, and all life has withered. This resentment has accumulated for thousands and thousands of years, and it is time to destroy it."

Hou Cang realized it, raised his hand and drew his sword, and the sword energy was majestic. Suddenly, a rainbow light, unprecedented, penetrated the black and gray resentment.

Mo Lin drew his sword, the long sword was unsheathed, and the lightning swept across the area, instantly lighting up the entire abandoned altar.

The big knife was immediately unsheathed, and the golden knife light was mixed with a rhythmic chanting, "The prosperity and decline of a hundred years, all passed by like a dream, the soul has returned, and the resentment should be dissipated!" [Note 1]

Yuan Ye sat down on the spot and began to play the purification song.

Two flames leaped out at the same time, one blazing forward, and the other instantly ignited a sea of ​​fire.

Yue Han looked at the indifferent woman next to him in surprise. Damn, even the fire-breathing one can't beat a human cultivator, so he might as well be a loser.

He took out a magic treasure that looked like a green lotus and threw it into the resentment. In an instant, the resentment around was absorbed and dissipated, turning into pure air.

If Lao Huang was here, he would definitely sigh and say it was a waste of money.

Another spendthrift took out a strange gourd from the storage bag, which was also a magic treasure.

This was a treasure that Ni Jinxuan had obtained from a secret realm before, which could absorb all the turbid air and then dissipate it all.

"The seven stars are shining brightly, and the evil spirits are completely cleared!" Lin Du finally completed the seal, and the golden divine ring flowed forward from her hand, and then sank into the lingering black mist, directly shattering the mist in an instant and dispelling it.

From then on, the resentment in the place where the gods fell was completely dissipated.

The sea water poured in in an instant, and with it came the spiritual energy in the sea water.

At this moment, all the creatures on the seabed seemed to have sensed that in the seabed where they lived, which covered countless ancient secrets, there was a place where no spiritual energy was disappearing.

The forbidden land that they had never dared to approach was flooded with countless spiritual power, and with the belief of resolving the injustice in the world, this deep pit was completely filled in one fell swoop.

"No, there's still a coffin that hasn't been carried away!" Yuan Ye shouted while holding the water-proof magic weapon.

"No, we have to take it." Lin Du kicked his legs hard, "Hurry up and take it and leave."

Yue Han was excited, "Lin Du, has anyone ever said that you are a really good person?"

"My father said that he used to worship the Immortal Venerable Yanye. Although he was older than him, he was willing to follow him to finish the job. You are actually willing to finish the job yourself."

Lin Du shook his head, "It's immoral to dig a hole without filling it. Who would learn from him?"

The previous generation dug the hole and the next generation filled it. This habit is not good and must be changed. If there are

more and more holes, the world will collapse, and the next generation can only sacrifice time and work hard to fill the holes.

Going back, we have to add it to the sect rules to emphasize that even the immortals who are about to ascend must abide by the principle of finishing.

————

Note: "Falling Flowers" in Boxi Collection, "The prosperity and decline of a hundred years, all passed by like a dream."