Xu Ying said loudly: “Brother Yuan, take care of Gong Qi for me! Xiao Qi, you can leave too.”
An Qi hesitated for a moment, then Xu Ying whispered: “If you stay, I won’t be able to take care of you, it will only distract me. Zhou Qiyun and your Lao Niu family are old acquaintances. If you follow him, he will not treat you badly.” ”
An Qi swam forward and said, “Ah Ying, I’ll wait for you outside!”
They flew away quickly, and only Xu Ying was left on the long mountain road, with cliffs on both sides and an abyss beneath their feet.
Suddenly, darkness fell in the Temple of Heaven, leaving only a beam of skylight shining down from above and falling on Xu Ying. Xu Ying couldn’t see the scene around him. He could only raise his head and saw that there were huge stone statues hidden in the darkness around the sky, looming.
The sound of scraping stones was still heard, and the power of heaven became stronger and stronger. One by one, the thousand-foot-long stone elephants looked towards Xu Ying. The ancient will is still turbulent in the sky above the Celestial Temple. It is the sins of more than ten thousand gods who are auditing the promises.
Xu Ying looked up and saw skylight shining in the sky, gradually forming a scroll of a book, with a pen and no one taking the initiative to write his sins on the book.
“On the first day of March, Yinting reported that the criminal Xu killed a god in Jiangjiatian, Lingling, and should be punished;”
“On the second day of March, the government reported that the criminal Xu committed a murder in Lingling Stone Mountain and should be punished;”
“On the third day of March, Yinting reported that the criminal Xu killed a god in Lingling Jianshan Village and should be punished;”
“On the fourth day of March, Yinting reported that the criminal Xu killed twelve gods in Xiaoshan, Lingling, and should be punished;”
“On the fourth day of March, the government reported that the criminal Xu killed four people in Xiaoshan, Lingling, and should be punished;”
Xu Ying raised his head and said loudly: “Don’t read it! I did it all, and I have a clear conscience for everything! You gods in charge of the way of heaven only want to punish me because I whipped the God of Plague with fire, and you have to punish me for what I did before. What does the past have to do with it? I promise to die. If you want to kill me, just come, there is no need to show off!”
The thousand-foot-long stone statue had no expression on its face and was still sitting on the branch, motionless. The ancient will is still rolling over the Heavenly Temple, recounting the crimes committed by Xu Ying, and it stops only after he whips the bull demon in the underworld.
In the sky, a more ancient will boomed: “This son has sinned deeply. Check his three-generation book and let us settle the matter together.”
The ancient wills are turbulent, mobilizing the actions of Xu Ying’s first three lives.
“In the previous life, I had no right to view it.”
“I have no right to look at it in my previous