He and It

In the world-viewing mirror, he did realize the curse to expel the God of Drought, but the curse was not something that could be said in vain. A mantra that both parties cannot understand at the same time is like playing the harp to an ox, so of what use is it?

His original plan was to induce the God of Drought to say a few more words, and then he would naturally introduce the curse, thus driving away the God of Drought in one fell swoop. Who knew that the other party would not accept this trick at all, and would start a fight without waiting for him to finish his words.

Hanbao is not good at magic, and can change the weather purely by relying on the power of his blood. The God of Drought exhaled deeply, burning clouds rose into the sky, and huge amounts of hot blood mist sprayed out in all directions, like tangible thunder and fire.

At this time, the temperature around him was like the sun, and the black rock under his feet burst out with a strong bright color, and then melted into a cross-flowing liquid. The realm of the gods expanded in an instant, like a blooming flower. The dry surface that had been sucked dry by the evil suddenly blossomed into large scorching light spots at the same time.

Liu Fuguang's figure disappeared from the spot. He flashed into the realm of the God of Drought, silently, like a lover turning around when bidding farewell.

The blade shook the space, and it was impossible to describe the subtlety of this blade. It slashed at the neck of the God of Drought, but not even a furious spark was disturbed. The most proficient chef danced in a flowing dance, while the most unfamiliar chef carefully cut the fish. His knife encompassed the characteristics of both. It was exquisite but not workmanlike, and it was as beautiful as nature.

The head of the Drought God flew out from his neck! Flying together with it, there are also magma spewing pillars soaring into the sky.

Liu Fuguang's eyes were fixed on the flying head. He jumped up and was about to swing the second sword, but the wind in his ears was faster than him and rushed to his back in an instant.

That was the remains of the God of Drought. Xingtian was beheaded by the Yellow Emperor, but he was still alive. Naturally, the pain of beheading could not do anything to the God of Drought.

The huge palm was like a thousand-ton mountain, and it smashed down on Liu Fuguang's head. Liu Fuguang turned over urgently in the air and blocked it with his sword. However, the indescribable huge force was immediately in front of him. The blade erupted with a sharp and piercing roar, and the back of the knife was deeply embedded in Liu Fuguang's chest. This time, he was knocked back with one blow. Hundreds of miles away!

A series of air waves exploded in the air, and all the bones in Liu Fuguang's body felt like they were shattered. He vomited blood intermittently, but his opponent might not give him a chance to breathe. In just a few breaths, the Drought God's head had been reattached, with only a circle of golden-red scars showing at the disconnection point.

Well done, said the Drought God, far beyond my expectations.

He looked around the field thoughtfully and said, I forgot that you are a descendant of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun, so you must be resistant to fire.

Turning to Liu Fuguang, he continued: Put down your weapons and leave with me. I will respect you like a teacher.

Liu Fuguang was startled: You know...

Then I thought about it, how could He not know? The world-viewing mirror is the magic weapon of the God of Drought. He must know everything that happens in the mirror.

As if he knew what he was thinking, the Drought God caught him and said, What happens in the world-viewing mirror will be vaguely confirmed in my mind like another life. Of course I know it.

A God-given opportunity is here!

Liu Fuguang exchanged hundreds of moves with the God of Drought. The blade made a buzzing sound like a swarm of bees. The strong wind pressure was like tiny flying blades, cutting open his cheeks, robes, and arms. He hissed: Since You already have the power of a god, why don’t you continue to fulfill your ideals, but instead drive the world under the earth and send out your dependents to hunt them down?”

Are you feeling distressed? Compared with his difficulty and embarrassment, the God of Drought seemed to be at ease and leisurely, I did forget that the human race is your dependent.

In fact, the God of Drought does not need any skills or body skills at all. He can use his arms to open up the sky. The collision between the divine realm and the pure Qi of the Supreme Good actually triggered a dazzling arc of thunder. Liu Fuguang vibrated the blade like running water and barely blocked the opponent's attack.

Answer my question! he snapped, Are you afraid of facing your past self?!

The Drought God laughed bleakly, and asked back: Afraid? No, on the contrary, I despise myself as a human being! From this point of view, the worst evil is right. There is so much suffering in the world that it is necessary to witness the suffering of others. Only by being miserable, or causing the misery of others with your own hands, can you get a little bit of relief, but I couldn't see this clearly. The fears and fantasies of my youth took over my life, and it wasn't until my death that I gained true enlightenment and freedom. .”

Why do people always kill each other, struggle with each other, and never understand each other? He asked questions repeatedly, and along with these questions were punches harder and harder. I want to end all this, so why bother to build an ideal world? Kingdom? You must know that only when facing a powerful enemy can people unite as one!

Liu Fuguang suddenly woke up.

This is your way... he murmured, In order to realize the 'good' in your heart, you have become the greatest evil in the world.

I was twenty-one years old at that time, said the Drought God. I didn't know that more than ten years later, as the Drought Demon, the culprit of all culprits, I would die in a ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven with thousands of cuts. Why, the Supreme Good? Humans are your dependents, so you can answer my question. Tell me, regardless of the influence of the ghost dragon negative sun, is it because the rumors are so popular that I am naive and stupid, a king that everyone despises, or is it because I am naive and stupid? Because I’m different, someone they’ve never seen before?”

Liu Fuguang feinted and escaped from the suffocating hot fist wind of the God of Drought. The edges of his clothes were scorched and fluttering in the wind.

...I don't know. He told the truth, I really can't answer your question.

The God of Drought smiled proudly. Just as he was about to approach, Liu Fuguang spoke again: But, I can tell you one thing.

The God of Drought couldn't help but stop.

——Since you said that what happened in the world-viewing mirror is like another life of yours, then I guess that this artifact does not have the power to kill enemies, let alone change the past. What it can change, There is only your future. Liu Fuguang said.

The god was half suspicious, half confused and narrowed his red eyes: So what?

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