I will bury the gods

Chapter 325 Senior Sister and Junior Brother

The wind blows quickly, the bonfire jumps out ghostly on the wall, the three-colored cat's tail stands up like a flagpole, and all its hair explodes in an instant.

Amidst the shrill meowing, Lin Shouxi and Gong Yu walked back from the cave.

"What's wrong?" Gong Yu immediately asked.

"Laugh, she's laughing!" Sanhuamao shouted, pointing at the dead body.

Lin Shouxi frowned, and bent down to look at the half of the corpse. The girl emperor's withered lips were as calm as usual, and there was no smile.Sanhuamao tremblingly looked closer, but she couldn't see her smiling, so she was puzzled.

"It's because you are alone with the cat, you are scared." Gong Yu couldn't find anything unusual, she said: "Now you are the King of Cangbi, you can't be so timid."

"No, it's not! This deity is not timid." The three-flowered cat has killed demons for a year, and its courage is no longer what it used to be. It walked up and down anxiously, constantly defending: "But I saw it, I really saw it When she smiled... I clearly saw it."

"Are you sure you're not delusional?" Gong Yu asked.

"I……"

The three-flowered cat scratched its furry triangular ears, walked back and forth, and couldn't figure out the answer for a while.

If you are overly frightened, it is common to see blind eyes...

"Maybe……"

While Sanhuamao was still hesitating, it glanced at the half of the corpse in a strange way. This time, it clearly saw the corner of the right lip of the corpse slowly raised an arc, contemptuous and provocative.

The three-flowered cat quickly pointed to the emperor's body and kept yelling, urging everyone to look at it, but when they turned around, the smile disappeared without a trace.

Gong Yu and Lin Shouxi were confused by the surprise of the Sanhua cat... What's wrong with this cat?are you crazy?
"You guys believe me, she's really smiling, she's really smiling..." For the first time, Sanhuamao felt that the language was so weak, it tried hard to explain, but couldn't explain anything clearly.

No one believed it.

Mu Shijing also came out of the cave. She supported the wall with one hand, and hooked the red embroidered shoes back to her jade feet with the other. Ask: "What happened?"

Sanhuamao quickly told what he had seen and heard.

"I believe in you." Mu Shijing said.

Sanhuamao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Really? Does His Royal Highness Son really believe me?"

"Of course." Mu Shijing picked it up.

Sanhuamao thought to himself, I never thought His Royal Highness the Holy Son would be the most reliable at critical moments. I really misunderstood her before, but before Sanhuamao could show its loyalty, Mu Shijing put her ear next to it and said softly, "Thank you, little Sanhua, for helping my sister out of the siege." ah."

Sanhuamao closed its ears again when it heard the words—it turned out that His Royal Highness Shengzi didn't believe it either, and she thought that her surprise was to distract Lin Shouxi and Gong Yu to help her out.

His Royal Highness the Son of God is too self-indulgent, I don't even have time to watch the fun...

Mu Shijing felt Sanhuamao's loss, rubbed its head, and said, "If Little Sanhua is really afraid of this corpse, I'll take you back to sleep in the heart of the Cangbi King, it's warm there."

"Never!"

Sanhua Mao mustered up her courage, clenched its paws, and said angrily: "I will stare at her tonight, stare at her all night, and see if she still smiles!"

So on this snowy night, the sanhuamao sat in front of the half of the emperor's corpse and kept watch all night.

Similarly, I don't know if it was a coincidence, tonight, in the palace of Chang'an, the cries of the courtiers also sounded, and the news of the young emperor's death would spread throughout Chang'an in the early morning of the next day.

Since the revival of true qi 60 years ago, with the growing ranks of cultivators, the authority of the emperor has been shaken day by day. Half a year ago, the rumor that the world will destroy the saint has been widely spread, but too many things happened in the middle, and the martial arts is full of vitality Injured, overwhelmed.

Now, the teenage emperor who was forcibly placed on the throne died before the various sects destroyed the saints.

The emperor died of illness. He was insane. He always said that there were dirty things in the palace coveting his throne. Bai Ling strangled herself to death.

It was almost impossible to strangle himself with white silk, but the emperor was worthy of being an emperor, he did it in a maddened state.

When the national teacher heard the news of the emperor's death, he just hummed lightly and asked the envoy to retreat.

in the dark.

Si Muxue stepped out gracefully, with her snow-white fox tail fluttering, her gait graceful and graceful.

"I thought you would shed two tears, but I didn't expect you to be too lazy to pretend."

Si Muxue's nine fox tails were bent, and her jade legs intertwined. She sat directly in her huge and soft fox tails, like nestling in a chair suspended in the air.

The first battle in Chang'an City has long since ended.

Si Muxue and Lin Qiuyi ended in a tie. This kind of tie was not because they were equal in realm, but because neither of them could really kill the other.

After swallowing the Dao Fruit, Si Muxue not only revived her nine tails, but also turned her nine fox tails into the most pure and holy snow-white color. Her long hair was like a flame burning in the snow. When she was sitting reclined, she was not like a goddess, but more Like a demon king.

Lin Qiuyi ignored Si Muxue's sarcasm, he only said one sentence calmly: "The emperor is dead."

This emperor is not that emperor.

Si Muxue was silent for a moment, recalling the golden Nether Dao Fruit, she sneered fooled by fate, she asked: "Did you predict today 300 years ago? Or, have you been waiting for today?"

"Well, I also got an oracle, 300 years ago." Lin Qiuyi said.

"What's written on it?" Si Muxue asked immediately.

"Tonight is the eve before the truth is revealed, so you don't need to be in such a hurry to know the answer." Lin Qiuyi said.

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A light snow fell outside the cave, and the light snow drowned out the traces of the black dragon's presence.

The three-flowered cat stared at it all night, until the eyes of the cat were dazed and bloodshot.

The half of the girl's body remained silent.

The three-flowered cat finally couldn't bear it anymore, and fell asleep in Mu Shijing's arms. Mu Shijing carried it out, stuffed it back into the heart of the Cangbi King, and let it have a good rest.

Gong Yu and Lin Shouxi also reached a consensus that the corpse itself was of little significance, and the black dragon might just want to tell them that the emperor was dead.

"If the emperor is dead, can we go back?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"not necessarily."

Gong Yu shook his head lightly, and said, "What if this is a trap... What's more, my injury is far from healed."

"Is the Master Qi Pill broken?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"There are no qi pills in the Human God Realm, only the sea of ​​qi. That battle almost wiped out my sea of ​​qi." Gong Yu smiled, as if she was just talking about something unimportant, she rolled her eyes and smiled softly , asked: "Master is so concerned about disciples, is it because you want to use your inner cauldron to heal disciples?"

"I'm not that capable." Lin Shouxi said softly.

Gong Yu smiled, and didn't force him to do anything... She seemed to like the feeling of slowly training the teacher.

The bonfire goes out and the sun rises.

The veil of mystery bestowed by the night on the girl's corpse has been torn away.

The naked empress exposed to the sun was extremely beautiful, and the crown pattern on her lower abdomen was still shining brightly, but she was already withered petals, and she could no longer emit the slightest fragrance.

Gong Yu thought that he had given enough respect to this corpse for one night.

After confirming that she was not alive at all, Gong Yu stopped worrying, she took the unsightly corpse out and threw it to Mu Shijing to take care of.

Mu Shijing, who was still wearing a wedding dress, had the illusion that someone had robbed her husband and returned the counting money. She was very wronged, and she had nowhere to vent her annoyance, so she used the half of the girl's corpse as a sandbag, and waved her fist violently. hit.

This ancient dragon's breath has not destroyed the body with unimaginable flexibility and elasticity, it is the most suitable sandbag.

Mu Shijing punched hundreds of times, and his mood became much clearer.

The sunlight shone into the pupils of the corpse's glass sculptures, and the light-colored pupils reflected Mu Shijing's appearance.

Mu Shijing was obsessed with his own appearance and wanted to see it more clearly.

She leaned down and stared into her pupils.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in the depths of Liuli's pupils, Mu Shijing faintly saw the back of the girl in black dress standing on the top of the mountain. The back is fleeting, like the yellow sand that passes through the fingers of thousands of years.

Inside the cave.

Gong Yu handed the notes to Lin Shouxi and asked him to continue reading.

The story has come to the eve of going north.

The writing was like frost on the pages.

After watching all night last night, Gong Yu was also a little tired. Before Lin Shouxi began to recite the contents of the notes, she turned sideways and gently lay down on Lin Shouxi's lap. The fairy closed her eyes as if she had entered a deep sleep. sweet dreams.

The wind and snow from the North drifted into her dreams.

There were three trips to the North Pole, and the three spans lasted a hundred years.

Regarding the previous two trips to the Northland, Gong Ying only made a brief record. In the record, she, Xiao Song, and several other ascetics headed for the extremely cold and barren belt in the north, and went to a place with a history. In the huge tomb, they found the frozen corpses of many unknown creatures and some strange iron weapons. They also printed on the walls deep in the tomb. There are many ancient texts that have long been lost.

On the earth, there are too many such relics. Many people believe that in the distant past, this decayed and desolate land once had a prosperous and brilliant civilization.

Gong Ying and his team brought the discovery in the ruins back to Mount Shenshou.

After that, she forgot about it. She didn't expect that it would be a hundred years later when she mentioned it again.

A hundred years is so long, but it falls into the book, but only a few words.

This is a lonely century.

Gong Ying often reflects on the meaning of Taoism.

Before the age of 22, Gong Ying felt that her life was full and long. In those short 20 years, she left countless precious memories that can be recalled in the future, but when she really stepped into the fairyland, she was like burning incense The slow years suddenly became firewood ignited by the flames, and in the silent retreat, decades of time were burned out in an instant, just like a dream.

Ascetics spend most of their time in retreat.

In the eyes of most mortals, the Human-God Realm is the end point of Taoism, but for Gong Ying, the Human-God Realm is more like the starting point - only after reaching the Human-God Realm, can one truly have the qualifications to fight to the death with powerful demons.

So, she could only keep retreating and retreating again and again.

In a certain year, she also forgot which year it was, anyway, that day she asked Xiao Song to have dinner together, when she passed by a rice field, she stopped when she saw the farmers bowing their heads.

"For mortals, one day is one day, but for immortals, ten years may be just two days of dreaming and waking up. What we have harvested is just a fantasy dream that we can't remember." Gong Ying He asked blankly: "Compared with ordinary people, is our life span really longer? What is the meaning of cultivating Taoism?"

Countless immortals have experienced the same confusion.

Gong Ying once thought that she was a unique genius, but later she realized that almost every generation of disciples, there will be a genius like her, stretching time, overlooking the long river of history, it seems that fairies like her are not uncommon.

For most geniuses, the biggest hurdle in cultivating the Tao is the natural moat between the fairyland and the human gods. Many disciples who were born with great opportunities and were given high hopes stopped at the door of the human gods all their lives.

Unknowingly, Gong Ying and Xiao Song have also wandered in front of this door for 30 years.

After wandering for a long time, people will inevitably get confused.

It's no wonder that many great cultivators directly choose to scatter their cultivation and leave as mortals.

Xiao Song couldn't answer Gong Ying's confusion.

But when we were eating together, he asked: "Will Senior Sister continue to practice?"

"Of course." Gong Ying said without any hesitation: "I have come to this point, and I have to go on. The journey of the great road has been lonely since ancient times, so why should I be hypocritical? Confusion and hesitation are only temporary. They are fires that will burn away my heart impurities, making it clearer... I like to practice Taoism."

Gong Ying's eyes were resolute again. Having said that, she looked at Xiao Song and asked, "What about you? Do you like to practice?"

Xiao Song's lips trembled, he only said: "I will accompany Senior Sister to practice together."

Gong Ying smiled, stretched out her fist, and said, "Well, let's compete, who will break through the barrier of the human-god realm first."

"Okay." Xiao Song stretched out his fist and touched her.

Today, Gong Ying got drunk again.

Just like when he was a teenager, Xiao Song didn't do anything, just quietly waited for the senior sister to wake up.

Then came the long years.

Until that fateful day actually comes.

That day, Master called her to his side. When Gong Ying arrived, nine people including Xiao Song were quietly waiting for her.

Master spread out an old manuscript in front of them.

Gong Ying recognized it for a long time before she realized that it was the words that she and others copied on the wall of the ruins a hundred years ago. In the past hundred years, the ascetics who mainly focus on ancient characters have never given up research in this area. After spending a hundred years, they Finally deciphered these texts completely.

The content of these words is not complicated.

They are written by a certain kind of living beings. These living beings came from the extreme north. They trekked across the land and wanted to find a new home, but they were terribly attacked at the ruins. Before they died, they would Everything is written on the walls.

These texts were originally written for their companions to read.

Their companions come from the snow and ice of the far north, from an unknown country, which the ascetics translate as 'true country'.

If the record is true, then, on this vast land, there is very likely a place like a sacred mountain, where there are also intelligent beings living, and they also have writing and civilization.

The ascetics deduced the true country backwards through the travel routes recorded in them.

This finding is significant.

The exploration of Zhenguo was immediately put on the agenda.

The master selected ten pioneers. Among the ten ascetics, except for the leader of the monk who is in the realm of human gods, all of them are geniuses in the fairyland or half-step human gods. Many of them are tired of being boring. Boring cultivation, with a strong desire for chance.

Neither Gong Ying nor Xiao Song refused this adventure.

This trip to the northern polar region to find the real country has been planned for a long time. The sect has prepared a large number of magic tools and food for them. Among them, there are magic weapons such as flying, escaping, water, and storage.

They set out on a hot summer day.

The leader of the team, a great cultivator in the divine realm, was named Xun Lou. He kept a straight face and was taciturn along the way. He would only use his sword when evil spirits attacked them.

This team of immortals traveled across the vast wasteland at high speed.

Unimpeded along the way.

Their realm is too high, even if the god of disaster meets them, they have to avoid them. Except for dragon corpses and evil gods, there is almost nothing that can really threaten their lives.

In the past, ascetics did not think about exploring this world.

What really stopped them was not the wilderness infested with demons, but the barrier-like snow peaks beyond the wilderness. , Seeing this sea-like snow peak, it will also be daunting.

Along the way, except for Xiao Song, Gong Ying rarely talked to anyone else.

Others would not communicate with Gong Ying and Xiao Song if they had nothing important to do. There was no other reason than that the other eight people were of the blood of immortals. They were all born with pure blood in their family upbringing. Honorable people, if the patriarch hadn't forcibly intervened in those days, the living people would still be the slaves of the immortals just like they were thousands of years ago.

Before the intervention of the patriarch, the immortals oppressed the natives too much, and even triggered a riot on a large scale and for a long time.

Tens of thousands of people died in this riot, which was undoubtedly a painful trauma to the human race, which was waiting to be revived at that time. Therefore, the patriarch drew up a decree to erase the difference between the immortals and the earth-born, and put The rule that all men are born equal is written in his legacy.

But even so, as the first immortals who followed the emperor to fight, they still have great arrogance, and look down on these native mortals from the bottom of their hearts, even though countless phoenixes have flown out of mortals.

In this ten-person team, there are actually a few male cultivators who secretly like Gong Ying, but due to the family's discipline, they can only show arrogance and disdain in the end.

Gong Ying disdained them even more.

Of course, this kind of disagreement is just an undercurrent. When facing the enemy, their performance is unity.

Snow mountains are still snow mountains, and ice fields are still ice fields.

The white world seems to have no end.

After a month-long march, the vast sea of ​​ice recorded in ancient texts appeared in front of them.

This is a dead sea, the sea water is extremely salty, and there is no trace of any living beings. They took out the boat that had been prepared for crossing the sea from the treasure bag, and the big boat was quickly assembled. Everyone dragged it into the sea and opened this A long swim.

The giant boat sailed across the ice ocean.

There are no sea beasts, no storms, and the white sea is connected to the white sky. They seem to be advancing in the narrow passage squeezed by the sky and the sea. The clouds and water are rolling like mirrors, pointing to the endless mystery.

half a month later.

The outline of the snow-capped mountains appeared again between the sea and the sky.

After boarding that coast, weird things happened one after another.

After going ashore, they soon had their first disagreement - which side is north.

The sense of direction of the ten men was reversed, and they pointed in two distinct directions, both claiming that that was north.

The sun, the moon and the stars could not be seen in the sky, and Si Nan was disturbed by something, and there was confusion. The two groups of people were arguing over which side was the north, and they were unable to move forward.

In the end, they decided to let go of the dispute, divided into two teams, and walked in the direction they each recognized. During the period, they communicated with each other with silver bells.

Gong Ying and Xiao Song did not object.

Their direction is the same, and among those who are traveling with them is the great monk Xun Lou who is in the realm of the gods.

At first, the connection between the two teams was smooth, but as the distance gradually increased, the connection between the silver bells became sporadic, and the voices from the two teams became more and more blurred. Three days later, the two teams The connection was completely cut off by the wind and snow.

Xun Lou didn't care about this. At that time, he thought that the divergence in this direction was just a joke made by the Mother Earth. In the end, they would definitely reach the same goal by different routes and meet at the end.

Later, every time Gong Ying recalled Xun Lou's words, she couldn't help but smile wryly—immortal cultivators stayed too long in the fairyland of the sacred mountain where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, and they actually thought that the earth was kind to living beings.

In addition to the direction, along the way, they have more and more differences.

It's about color, about sound, about smell... the same thing, different people have completely different perceptions of it, black and white are reversed, noise is indistinguishable, fragrance and smell are confused, the world becomes more and more suspicious, and in the end, everything around Distorted in human perception, the most ordinary stone in one person's eyes, in another's eyes, is very likely to be an evil ghost with a blue face and fangs.

They try to destroy everything around them, but to no avail.

The procession of the team is getting slower and slower.

This snowy gorge full of deceptions dragged them down like a swamp. Everyone believed that what they saw was real. It is swallowing a panacea, and many people can't hold it together.

There are more and more such things.

The lower the realm, the easier it is to be deceived and bewitched by this world, but they are monks after all, and their willpower is finally tenacious. After consuming a lot of magic weapons and food, they walked out of the canyon. , They looked back, only to find that in the clear canyon in their eyes, there was a white mist that lingered for years.

No one has the energy to explore the source of these white mist anymore, they continue to move forward.

There are many icy trees standing in the snowy field. On these icy trees, there are corpses hanging upside down without exception. These corpses are dry and ugly, like cocooned bats.

At the end of this dead snow forest, there are actually several beautifully carved ice coffins.

There are no more and no less ice coffins, exactly five, and they are erected in the snow, like people standing still and waiting.

Gong Ying walked to the ice coffin and was shocked because she found that there was a person lying in the ice coffin, and that person was none other than herself!

Soon, Gong Ying realized that this was just a false alarm. The surface of the ice coffin was as smooth as a mirror, which just reflected her figure.

But even so, Gong Ying still felt ominous.

Sure enough, soon, a real catastrophe happened.

They set foot on the next snow field.

The snow field looked ordinary, but after they walked to the middle, the solid snow field began to flow like quicksand. Everyone's feet were stuck in the snow and could not be pulled out, letting the sand-like snow engulf them , Wrapped towards the center of the ice and snow vortex.

The only one who broke free was Xunlou.

After breaking free from the shackles, Xun Lou did not forget to save people. He only had two hands, so he could only save two people. He grabbed the other two immortals, picked them up, and swept across the strangely sticky quicksand and snow. land, and swept up the ice cliff on the other side.

He also wants to save people.

But when he turned his head, Gong Ying and Xiao Song had been swallowed by Liuxue.

The swirling snowfall dragged Gong Ying and Xiao Song into a pitch-black ice cave. The ice cave was huge, but it was an airtight cage with no exit at all. Countless dry corpses were piled up in this cage. Like Gong Ying and Xiao Song, they are all lives captured by this trap-like snow field.

Gong Ying and Xiao Song couldn't recognize what these corpses were, they looked like polluted people, with shackles on their feet without exception.

They spent the next seven days in this ice cave.

Their storage ring was lost in the turbulent snow. The shortage of food and water is fatal in such a cold place. Gong Ying thought she was going to die here, but she didn't expect that things would happen on the seventh day. It's a turnaround.

On the seventh day, they found the door of this cage by accident.

The door of the cage was a steel plate, thick and huge, Gong Ying tried several times, but could only shake it, but could not open it.

"If I can reach the Human God Realm, maybe I can break through this door." Gong Ying said regretfully.

For the first time, Xiao Song didn't answer the senior sister's words.

He was silent for a while, and began to meditate.

After meditating day and night, Xiao Song stood up, and his temperament suddenly changed, becoming more ethereal and unfathomable.

Gong Ying was shocked by this scene.

Xiao Song stood in front of her and asked softly: "Senior sister, do you still remember the question you asked me back then? Ask me if I like cultivating immortals."

"I don't like it." Xiao Song said calmly: "I don't like cultivating immortals, but my sister likes it, so I must also cultivate immortals. If I don't cultivate immortals, it will take ten or twenty years for you to leave the customs. The days when I can't see my senior sister, I already live like years, so how can I endure one decade after another of waiting? Waiting for my senior sister is too tormented, so I can only cultivate immortality...even though, I hate it to the core."

"I originally wanted to wait for my senior sister to break through, but..."

Xiao Song took a deep breath, dropped his shoulders and elbows, put his fists to his waist, and then slammed at the iron door. After ten punches, the iron door collapsed.

The light shone into this claustrophobic cage.

It also covered Xiao Song's pale robe.

Gong Song stood silently for a long time, when he looked back, the senior sister in the green dress was already in tears.

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(The one who promised to write a big chapter...failed, there are too few chapters, I will add another chapter later, and write all the contents of the notes, don't wait, get up early to read.)
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