Chapter 1783 Hidden Seeds

"Laughing?" Gu Shu sneered.

"Yes, I decided not to join the degenerate camp. After all, the civilization of the world is still waiting for me to promote it. I want to be a person who is beneficial to the people and the times. How can I be confused with the degenerate?" Gu Qingshan held his head up. Chest.

Lines of small scarlet characters quickly appeared:

"You have spoken words that conform to the will of the world, and your dishonesty has been recognized by the world, the six realms of reincarnation, and of course, the highest sequence also recognizes this."

"Secondly, the tree of holy wishes is only a primary sacred object of the fallen sequence, and its power is not enough to fight against the will of the world."

"—Your trickery was successful."

Gu Qingshan let out a long breath.

After all, he is a human being, and there is a strict prerequisite for the magic of the goblin to activate——

Must be a leprechaun.

This time he was able to get away with it because the whole world was on his side.

This also reminded Gu Qingshan.

——It is not so easy to directly borrow the specific skills of some races.

The tree of holy wishes gradually fell silent after hearing his words.

It took a while for it to say: "The fallen sequence has remembered you. From now on, you will become the enemy of the fallen. One day, the fallen beings will definitely kill you and make you suffer eternal pain. You will never stand up again."

"Where there are sentient beings, there is corruption."

"—You can't stop the tide of history!"

As the voice fell, the tree of holy wishes gradually disappeared into the void.

it's gone.

Now it was Gu Qingshan's turn to fall into deep thought.

Where there are all beings... there is corruption...

All the fallen people have been wiped out by themselves, but there are still countless ordinary people in this world.

After I leave, if ordinary people want to embark on the path of degeneration, what should I do?

Maybe the Fallen Sequence left something behind?

Gu Qingshan floated in mid-air, thinking quietly for a while.

"This world... is currently only a low-level magic civilization..."

he mused.

——The most advanced spell in the entire world is Frost Rain.

Frost Rain can only attack an area of ​​more than 500 square meters. In an ordinary magic civilization, it can only be regarded as an intermediate spell.

If a person takes refuge in the Fallen Sequence, he will have the possibility to obtain spells that exceed this power.

It's still very tempting.

At last the tree said—

"You can't stop the tide of history."

historical.

trend.

Gu Qingshan pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of something.

His face gradually became serious.

"No wonder Six Paths of Samsara asked me to solve the troubles of this world."

"If it's really what I thought...then the Fallen Sequence...is much more terrifying than other enemies."

The flames on the ground were gradually extinguished, and the magma all over the ground solidified in the cold wind.

The magical power of the fireball just now has completely disappeared.

Gu Qingshan suddenly looked into the distance.

I saw several magicians wearing robes flying towards him cautiously in a company.

"Are you—Holy Mage Gude?" an elderly mage asked.

"It's me," Gu Qingshan admitted, "And you?"

"We are the royal mages of the great empires. We originally followed the etiquette missions to watch the ceremony. Who knew that all countries were rejected from the Holy See, so we all had to go back. Who knew that not long after we left, something happened in the direction of the Holy See. It was such an amazing explosion - we got together and rushed back to find out what happened."

Gu Qingshan suddenly realized.

——It turned out to be the strong men representing the various forces on the mainland.

Among the royal missions, only these strong men can fly, so they can come over quickly to check the situation.

"Master Gude, what happened here?" Another middle-aged mage asked.

"As you can see, everything in the holy religion has been destroyed." Gu Qingshan said.

Everyone looked around together.

Devastated.

The power of fire magic wiped out all the buildings on the ground.

Everyone is dead except the holy mage Gude.

The leading mage sighed: "It's such a powerful magic power. I really don't know what kind of person can release such power."

Gu Qingshan explained: "That is a terrifying devil. He said he is called the ghost king of Huangquan, and he climbed up from hell to destroy everything that is sacred."

The ghost king of Huangquan?

——I’ve never heard of such a demon before.

All the sorcerers were stunned.

Gu Qingshan sighed bitterly: "I fought with him, and finally killed him—but before he died, he was unwilling to do so, and threw a fireball with all his strength, destroying the entire Holy See."

The mages looked down at the earth below.

"A...fireball technique? Mage Gude, are you sure you're not joking?" The leading mage didn't believe it.

"Yes, maybe you don't have an intuitive feeling for that power—"

Gu Qingshan raised one hand and said: "The method of ice, come!"

In the deep sky above his head, a round of bright moon exuding a sense of coldness suddenly appeared.

"My God!" a mage exclaimed.

All the mages released their magic shields one after another, but their shield spells couldn't resist the chill from the depths of the sky.

A layer of hoarfrost quickly climbed over their robes, hair, staffs, and eyebrows.

"Quickly put away the technique! Your Excellency Gude!"

The leading mage shouted loudly.

Gu Qingshan shook his hand.

In an instant, the bright moon scattered into a layer of frost and fell from the sky.

The goose feather snow fell on the ground one after another, and soon accumulated into a snow field several meters deep.

The mages seemed to have received an amnesty, and they all chanted spells to get rid of the hoarfrost on their bodies.

"This is... what a magical attainment..."

Some people lost their minds.

"Master Gude, you have such amazing strength, no wonder you can kill the ghost king of Huangquan." The leading mage sighed.

Gu Qingshan said: "It's a pity that the entire Holy See was destroyed by that monster..."

He suddenly clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "I must rebuild the entire Holy See, rebuild the Holy Church."

All the mages were silent.

——This person is only a fifteen-year-old boy, but he possesses incomparable magical power.

If he waits for him to grow up, what's the deal?

But there is no other way.

His current strength is no longer something anyone can fight against.

Just looking at his frost technique just now, he can already destroy the capital of a country.

And obviously, he just waved his hand casually——

What would happen if he cast spells with all his strength?

If that's the case...then only...

"Master Holy Mage, is there anything we can do for you?" asked the leading mage.

"Yes, our Eagle Empire is willing to fully assist your lord in rebuilding the Holy See." Another mage said immediately.

"The same is true of our Baishan Kingdom."

"Our Nine Star United States is also willing to help you, Lord Holy Mage."

"Our Moonfall Empire is also..."

All the mages spoke out one after another.

Gu Qingshan nodded in satisfaction, and said: "Very well, after I rebuild the Holy See, I will pass on what I have learned to all the countries and individuals who have helped me."

When the mages heard this, their eyes lit up immediately.

...

one day later.

Gu Qingshan arrived at Baishan Kingdom.

After showing his strength, he immediately won the full support of the royal family.

"I don't need money or manpower, but I want to see the records of the royal family's inheritance." Gu Qingshan said to the king.

King Baishan was a little surprised.

"Since the holy mage is willing to read it, come here and fetch the scroll of the royal inheritance of our Baishan Kingdom." He ordered.

The so-called inheritance scroll is the genealogy of the royal family, as well as countless years of development history, achievements, and so on.

These represent the glory of the royal family and are something the royal family is willing to publicize.

Soon the scroll was brought.

Gu Qingshan spread out the scroll and carefully read it line by line.

In many eras, what happened to the royal family was just ordinary.

Gu Qingshan searched carefully in the vast history, traced back to the source, and finally saw something special at the beginning of the scroll.

"Your Majesty, when the Baishan royal family was founding their country, they received help from some mages, didn't they?" Gu Qingshan asked.

"Yes, according to historical records, those are some very mysterious mages. After my ancestors made great achievements, they left something as a souvenir, and then disappeared." The king said.

"What is it?" Gu Qing Shan asked with interest.

"Ah, that is a long knife that grows in a tree. It is said that whoever can pull out the long knife will become the holy king of the Baishan Kingdom and lead the Baishan family to glory."

The king shrugged and said, "Many people have tried, but none of them have succeeded."

"Oh? Can I go and have a look?" Gu Qingshan asked.

"certainly."

Several people came to the Royal Garden and saw the big tree.

A long knife stuck in the tree, after the wind and rain, remained motionless.

"This is the first time I have seen such a legendary thing." Gu Qingshan said.

The King of Baishan laughed and said: "Your strength is unquestionable, but you may not know much about these mundane things. In fact, every kingdom on the mainland has such magical legends more or less."

"Is it? Every kingdom has it?"

"right."

Gu Qingshan's face turned serious.

"Can I try?"

"Please feel free, but don't be frustrated if you can't pull it out. Countless outstanding people in history can't pull it out."

"it is good."

Gu Qingshan stepped forward and stood still in front of the long knife.

If it's as expected——

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the long knife and drew it hard.

The long knife was pulled out immediately.

A deep and serious voice sounded in the void:

"The aptitude and strength you have are so outstanding, it is worthy of me—"

The shadow of an ancient tree quietly emerged.

Its sound stopped suddenly.

"——Why is it you again!" Gu Shu called out.

Gu Qingshan looked at the tree of holy wishes, speechless for a long time.

—There must be many traces of the fall in this world.

a weapon.

a book.

a trinket.

Even a mantra.

Even a secret ritual.

Once sentient beings with outstanding aptitude trigger these things, they might be able to summon the fallen sequence immediately.

There are lurking sequence seeds everywhere.

What to do?