Is the Lord God Possessed by a Demon Today?

Qingming Shenjun, the coldest and most noble person in Jiuchongtian, died. Died by the sword of the young general he raised with his own hands. On the day when blood spattered three feet to suppress the Demonic Abyss, a hundred thousand monks saw with their own eyes that the tree god who had nurtured the common people with his spiritual veins fell into the devil. His white hair was entangled with Xiao Jin's blood-stained armor, and he tore into pieces the killing thunder descended by heaven with his bare hands. Xiao Jin felt that these old people from the immortal sect were really hypocritical. Back then, when he was chained to the altar and fed blood to the demonic vines, no one denounced it as a witchcraft; now, he has only cut open thirty-six spiritual mountains to prolong Qing Ming's life, but he is scolded as a "mad dog causing trouble to the world." He crushed the jade slips of the message, and the magic pattern wrapped around Qing Ming's cold ankles: "God, tell me, is it the righteous way they say is more terrifying, or..." He opened the god's blood-stained white shirt with his fingertips, "The love of this monster like me is more terrifying?" Qing Ming is even more annoyed by these idiots. He simply fed Xiao Jin his natal spiritual pearl to suppress the demonic energy, and was accused of "self-willed depravity". In the reflection of the cold pool, the young general's heart is embedded with his immortal bones that were dug out three hundred years ago. What is hidden under the magic pattern is the symbiosis curse carved by himself. When Xiao Jin's fangs bit through the divine mark on his neck, Qing Ming suddenly chuckled: "You can use these bones more easily than me." The whole three realms are afraid of these evil pair going crazy. Yaowang Valley set up a demon-slaying array outside their dormitory, Tianji Pavilion calculated the hexagram of "gods and demons die together", and even the Ghost King of Netherworld evacuated the sentry post beside Wangchuan River overnight. But no one knows that what is reflected in Qing Ming's sky-gazing mirror is never the fate of the common people—— In the mirror, the white-haired god was chained to the top of a snow-capped mountain with black iron chains. The ends of his eyes were stained with Xiao Jin's blood, but his fingertips gently combed the young man's black hair that was soaked in cold sweat: "Back then, I taught you how to hold a sword to kill, and now I teach you how to caress your lips and teeth. How can a master like me... Be considered competent?" Now the problem is big: When hundreds of immortal families are busy putting shackles on the "Demon Star", why does the Lord Qingming, who is sitting in the clouds, always planting ice lotuses at Xiaojinlingtai late at night? In the ancient battlefield, where tens of thousands of people were sacrificed to death in a world-destroying formation, why did the formation eye totem look exactly like the palm prints of two people interlocking with each other? When the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation struck down, Xiao Jin crushed Qing Ming's Fallen Immortal Seal with his bare hands, and the magic lines climbed up the god's spine along the intertwined lips and teeth: "They say that gods love the world..." He licked the blood and tears from Qing Ming's eyes, "But my god, even when he kills people, he has to teach me the most beautiful sword posture." How is this the incompatibility of good and evil? It was clearly composed by gods and evil dragons—— A blasphemous and erotic history that burned the heavens and destroyed the earth. Purpose: Break through the shackles of destiny and reshape the common people in the bloody kiss of gods and demons.