I will bury the gods

Chapter 376
There is a lonely mountain with heavy snow, and the majestic palace is majestic.

The black and white mountains crawl like giant beasts, and the most precipitous Daxue Mountain among the thousands of miles of mountains pierces through the sky, which is not inferior to the three sacred mountains.

But it still looks small.

Because surrounded by mountains, it is a real colossus, colossal like a spear penetrating the whole world, the lower part goes deep into the earth, and the upper part is hidden in the cloud tomb that never disperses all year round.

Gong Ying recorded it in her notes.

This is the "Fusang" in human legends, and it is also the "origin" of extinction hundreds of millions of years ago.

All the people in the real country can see its existence as long as they raise their heads, no matter day or night—it is a sundial on the earth, as if it is older than the sun.

The snow mountain is docilely crawling under the sacred tree.

But there are also some snow peaks that spread upward paranoidly, like rebellious thorns, trying to desecrate the sacred.

There are nine such snow mountains.

The Daxue Palace is located on one of them.

The Snow King Palace is solemn and solemn, and it is integrated with the mountains. Behind the main hall, there is a long and large stone bridge. The stone bridge looks like an arm stretched out by the mountain peak, but the middle of it seems to be cut off by an iron knife, and the other half of the bridge is nowhere to be seen.

There is a snow track in front of the palace.

The snow path winds down, intermittently, until the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there are several ancient lamps floating, reflecting the snow.

That's a group of people.

Eight people carried a cart and walked towards Daxue Palace.

"stop!"

When stepping on the stone steps of the snow-capped mountain, there was a stern voice of scolding, which interrupted their footsteps.

Ancient lamps illuminate a snowy tree.

Squatting on a dead tree was a gray-white feathered man with messy hair like a cloak. He was covered with an owl mask. Behind the mask, his pupils shone with blue light.

"A month ago, His Highness issued an order to close the mountain, and the Daxue Palace will not be open for three months. Are you here to seek death by trespassing on the mountain at this time?" the gray-white feathered man asked coldly.

"When people close the door, they can prevent guests from visiting, but they can't prevent robbers from looting." The car curtain was lifted, and a young man with curly hair came out of it. He spoke softly, but his face showed a strange iron blue color.

"Have you considered yourself a bandit?" Yuren asked.

"No, I'm a guest, but if His Highness thanks guests behind closed doors, I'm afraid the one who comes back later will be an unreasonable robber." The young man said.

"You are not welcome here, go back." Yuren's attitude was still firm.

The young man seemed not to have heard the order to expel the guest, and he continued: "A month ago, when Your Highness failed to bring back the fish and dragon king, she completely lost the trust of the Dragon Lord, and also lost the favor of the Great Spirit Dry Tree. The guests under the palace have already dispersed, and if this continues, she may not even be able to keep this Snow Palace."

"Your Highness is the Dragon Lord's daughter." Yuren said.

The Dragon Lord in Yu's population also has nine heirs, and this His Royal Highness of the Snow Palace is one of them.

"Your news is too closed."

The young man shook his head and said, "Mrs. Cheng is pregnant. The sage has seen it. It is a son."

Yuren looked cold.

"I said before that I am here to help you. I am the young master of the Soul Palace, and I have the ability to help His Highness." The young man said.

"What about the conditions?" Yuren asked.

"I want the blood marrow of King Xuan." The young man said without hesitation.

King Xuan's blood marrow...

The daughter of the Dragon Lord was born with a mysterious body, and her virgin yin contained the blood marrow of the Xuan King. spiritual root.

His Royal Highness in Daxue Palace gradually lost power, and many people began to covet King Xuan's blood.

"presumptuous!"

Yuren scolded sharply.

He is His Highness's disciple, and the words of the young master of the Soul Palace fell into his ears, which is undoubtedly the greatest blasphemy against His Highness.

He swooped down from the branch and killed the young master of the Soul Palace.

Yuren is the gatekeeper of Daxue Palace, if anyone trespasses in the palace, he has the power to kill.

Ten horizontally and vertically, the gray and white feathers turned into hundreds of flying swords in an instant, slashing towards the young master of the Soul Hall with the momentum of covering the sky and the sun.

"It's already impressive to be able to develop the spiritual root of feather to this level, but unfortunately, in the ranking of the great spirit tree, the spiritual root of feather is not ranked at all." The admiration in the eyes of the young master was fleeting. , replaced by jokes and contempt.

The young master raised his arm.

Only one face to face.

The Yuren who launched the attack brazenly fell to the ground screaming as if hit by an arrow, rolling all over the ground, his face distorted.

Yuren felt that there were countless thorns in his body. They were ice picks and iron nails, stirring his flesh and blood, as if they were going to dismember him in an instant!

"Blood... the spiritual root of blood, you actually have the spiritual root of blood?" Yuren was shocked.

"Well, the seventh-ranked spiritual root of the Great Spiritual Dry Tree, blood."

The young master looked at Yuren indifferently, and said: "If I kill you, it is no different from killing a snow sparrow."

On the dead tree behind the Yuren, countless ghostly figures appeared again, they were all Yuren, all kinds of Yuren, looking at their painful companions, their eagle-like sharp eyes stared at this uninvited guest to death.

"You are too weak, not even qualified to sacrifice to the spiritual roots of blood." The young master stood still in the face of cold eyes.

He raised his hand, ready to crush the feathered man like an ant.

At this time.

"Since the person here is a guest, why bother to go to war?"

Above the snow mountain, a weak girl's voice rang out. The voice was a snow sparrow. In a sense, the snow sparrow was a substitute. The real speaker was in the uppermost palace.

The young master's expression moved slightly.

He knew that the person who spoke was none other than His Royal Highness, the Palace Master of Daxue Palace.

This daughter of the Dragon Lord has always been mysterious. Few people have seen her true face, and no one has seen her make a move. The long-term seclusion has endowed her with a sense of mystery, but in these years, His Royal Highness Palace Master has repeatedly Failure brutally tore her veil away.

People gradually realized that she was just a little girl with dragon's blood, or in other words, just a pampered waste.

Just killing a Yuren can't hold back, the benevolence of a woman is hard to accomplish... The young master who thought she could bring him some surprises was very disappointed.

"It was the slave raised by His Highness who made the first move, I just fought back." The young master said.

"Well, I will apologize for the feather servants." The girl said softly.

"Your Highness..."

Yuren, who finally got rid of the tyranny of the blood spirit root, raised his head, his voice distressed.

"It doesn't matter, this palace has its own discretion." The girl said softly, "You all step back, since this young master has something important to discuss, let him enter the palace."

"Enter the palace?" Yuren's pupils shrank suddenly, "It must not be done, Your Highness is the daughter of the Dragon Lord, how can a body of ten thousand gold allow..."

"Okay, don't talk about it, don't want to be rude to guests." Her Royal Highness said.

Seeing that His Highness persisted, Yuren had no choice but to get out of the way.

The young master of Soul Palace stepped onto the snowy path.

He seems to be walking with his head high, but he is actually cautious, for fear that there will be traps on the mountain road.

Unhindered all the way.

He came to the Daxue Palace.

With his arrival, the door of the palace opened a crack naturally, welcoming him in.

The young master walked in.

The so-called closure of the mountain was really useless, and His Highness came to greet him in person.

The young master is determined.

He understood that this Highness who lives alone in Snow Palace is also waiting for someone who dares to ignore the order to close the mountain and come to see her in the mountain.

He is the first.

When drinking with his friends a few days ago, he said that he was going to steal the blood marrow of King Xuan from the Snow King Palace Master. underestimate the enemy.

But he has enough guts.

The journey was smoother than he had imagined, and he was even more contemptuous... The merchant still knows how to shop around, and this imperiled highness is too impatient.

The girl stood before him.

The black robe enveloped her figure and her cheeks, revealing only her pointed chin and a touch of pink skirt, making her look extremely shy and weak.

"Come in with me." The young girl parted some black robes, stretched out her hand in a friendly manner, and beckoned to him.

The young master followed.

On the way, the two chatted.

"I heard that there was an accident when His Highness pulled out the spirit?" the young master asked.

"Young Master, why do you need to ask knowingly?" His Highness asked back.

The man nodded slightly.

"What are you doing in the closed palace these days, Your Highness?" the young master asked again.

"Embroidery." His Highness replied.

"embroidery?"

The young master even felt that this word was a little strange. It was one of the vestiges of ancient civilization. It is said that some women in another human world are still keen on this kind of silly trick.

She didn't expect that she would put her energy on such a boring thing.At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was at a disadvantage... Forget it, after getting the blood marrow of King Xuan, he should just abandon her.

But soon, the young master no longer had this idea.

When entering the inner hall, the girl took off the black robe covering her body, and the soft pink skirt swayed out together with her face.

In the past, there were rumors that the owner of Daxue Palace was the most beautiful woman in the real country, and his appearance was comparable to that of a great magician.

Now, the girl is right in front of his eyes. The pink skirt is harmless to humans and animals. She is soft and cute and has a beauty that seduces all living beings. I am sure that this is the most beautiful girl in the real country.

At this moment, he even forgot about King Xuan's blood marrow, he just desperately wanted to get her!

"If one day, I am no longer the Lord of the Snow Palace, will you still protect me?" His Highness asked delicately.

"I will protect His Highness forever." The young master said obsessively.

"Keep your promise."

His Highness smiled sweetly, lowered his head, hesitated coyly, and then said contemptuously, "Then come in with me."

"Where to go?"

"My bedroom." His Highness blinked.

The young man was confused and mysterious, and vaguely remembered something, and said, "I don't know your name yet, and you don't know mine either."

His Highness is famous in Zhenguo, but no one knows his real name.

"It's not important," said His Highness.

"unimportant?"

"Well, you'll find out later."

The girl smiled shyly and said, "Let me show you my embroidery work first."

The young master is not a person who appreciates embroidery, but he accepts it as if he is possessed by a demon.

His Highness took him into the boudoir.

"It's good."

The curtain falls and she reveals her work.

The young master's expression suddenly changed.

In front is a huge pool of water. Inside the pool, countless ugly evil spirits that are not like natural creations twist their powerful bodies. Their limbs are swollen, their eyeballs are round, and their densely entangled bodies are like a group of copulating snakes. Where the limb was broken, there were traces of stitching, but it was not needlework, but more like a lawful force similar to spiritual roots.

What kind of weird power is this.

On the edge of the pool, there are still a few bloated and pale meat balls that have been soaked for an unknown amount of time. Their bones, limbs, and facial features are all squeezed together, as if the meat was minced and then compacted again, so tight that there is no gap. .

"What is that..." the young master subconsciously asked.

"That's the person who tried to hide the blood marrow of King Xuan before, hehe... You idiot, you don't think that you are the first person to try your luck at Daxue Palace in a month, do you?" His Highness smiled sweetly The meaning is not diminished.

The young master was terrified.

He remembered that there were indeed people who disappeared strangely recently, but whether it was going crazy or dying, it was too common in Zhenguo, and the young master didn't take it to heart.

Today, he finally knew where they went.

"How about it, do you like my embroidery works? Of course, these are small trials. In the future... in the future, I will embroider a truly great work." The girl said.

"What?" he asked subconsciously.

"The dead don't need to know." The young master said.

Even though he knew he had been fooled and was terrified in his heart, the young master still reacted immediately.

The spirit root of blood activates.

The real country is different from the sacred mountain. Here, everyone has a spiritual root. These spiritual roots are strange, or restrain each other, or complement each other. The process of people's cultivation of immortality is also the process of cultivating and strengthening the spiritual root. One of the supreme laws, the Great Spirit Dry Tree will bestow its god position.

Therefore, in this world, the cultivation of spiritual roots is the most important thing, far surpassing internal and external things such as body, mind, and weapons.

Excluding all the legendary spiritual roots, the blood spiritual root of the young master of the Soul Palace is the seventh-ranked spiritual root, which can be called unique.

The five fingers of the young master of the Soul Palace are like flowers.

The blood within a few zhang radius was mobilized unconditionally, and they turned into ice hammers under the command, trying to pierce the master's body.

But he was too slow.

Before he made a move, His Highness had activated her spiritual root.

"As I said, I am good at embroidery. These are my works, and so are you."

His Highness smiled softly, slid his fingers across the void lightly, and read three words: "Shape-spirit-combination!"

For an instant.

Where His Highness's fingers passed, all the gaps were instantly bridged, the air squeezed inward, and the world was like a greasy slurry. Even the words that recorded all of this were temporarily branded together and could not be separated!

The young master couldn't react at all.

The wind blows from hell, into his empty eyes.

No, he no longer has eyes. The moment his five sense organs are squeezed together, his eyes and flesh and blood are tightly glued together, and there is no distinction between them.

His Highness put him together with several other bloated corpses, looked at the patina of the young master's blood on his body, and said with satisfaction: "As expected of the owner of the Spiritual Root of Blood, it's so beautiful."

Under the Snow Palace.

All the feathermen stood on the treetops together, their expressions returned to normal, as if they knew everything a long time ago, they gathered together at this time, they were playing a special kind of piccolo, the music of the piccolo was so sad, it was human Funerals couldn't be more appropriate.

Snowflakes are flying.

His Highness sat on the snow-covered roof, looking into the distance, humming a moving song, the pink skirt didn't get a drop of blood on it, it was still harmless and cute.

"Your Highness, are you thinking about what happened when you pulled out the spirit again?" Yuren hovered and landed beside her.

"Um……"

It was the only thing she could not forget.

In the omen of the Great Spirit Dry Tree, the ritual to awaken the King of the Other Shore requires four ancient venerables. The remains of three of them remain in the Ice Vein Demon Cave and have been found one after another. The last ichthyosaur king remains In the tomb of the gods above the nine heavens, in order to reach the tomb of the gods and retrieve the spirit of the fish-dragon king, she deliberately practiced the skills of another world and flew into the tomb of the gods.

But something happened that day.

She meets another Skybreaker.

She originally wanted to kill him, but she underestimated his strength.

In that battle, she exhausted all means but failed to win. In the end, time was running out, so she had no choice but to give up, hand over the king's skeleton, and chose a sword-fin sea python from the old era as the next best thing.

This matter made her brood.

In the tomb of the gods, although she couldn't use her most powerful method - healing spiritual roots, her killing martial arts were also outstanding. She never thought that in the purest fighting, someone could beat her.

This is the only true one of all her failures.

"I'll win it back."

His Highness shook his legs and said, "Grandma Zhi told me that I have a mortal enemy. We are far apart, but we will inevitably meet again."

"Your Highness..." Yuren hesitated to speak.

"Okay, don't talk about that, go spread some news and trick more people to come here. The fierce blood formation is indeed a useful formation, but it is too labor-intensive... there are at least ten more." His Highness was slightly disappointed.

She failed to obtain the skeleton of the fish-dragon king, so she could only control the sword-fin sea python. The ritual of awakening the king of the other shore must not be missed. She must obtain a higher realm to make up for the lack of sword-fin sea python to ensure that this summoning ceremony is foolproof.

"Only the King of Giants can open the snowfield of eternal darkness. If you miss it, you will have to wait another thousand years. I don't want to be a sinner." His Highness said quietly: "The grievances between the True Kingdom and the Lord of the Gray Tomb will end in this millennium." Bar."

Yuren didn't care about the Lord of the Gray Tomb.

Such a big event is not what a small character like him should care about.

Compared with the Lord of the Gray Tomb, he cares more about another thing...

"The young master of Soul Palace said that Mrs. Cheng is pregnant again..."

"Impossible!" His Highness categorically denied, saying, "Perhaps another wife is pregnant, but it is absolutely impossible to be Mrs. Cheng."

"Why are you so sure, Your Highness?" Yuren was surprised.

"Mrs. Cheng is my mother. When I was born, I found that my birth had left a terrible wound on my mother's body. Therefore, I used the healing spirit root for the first time to help my mother close the wound. For the first time, His Highness's voice was apologetic: "The spiritual root of healing is irreversible, Mrs. Cheng will no longer have children."

This is a great secret, known only to a few people.

She didn't think it was a big deal. One of her elder brothers who had broken spiritual roots cut off his own umbilical cord when he was born.

His Highness stretched, and slowly stood up on the Snow Hall.

The wind came from afar, passing through her hair.

Her long hair miraculously turned silver.

This was her original hair color, but it was too cold for her to trap prey, so she didn't like it.

Pink is her favorite color.

"Okay, let's wait for the king calling ceremony to start. After the ceremony, the giant king who failed to chase the sun will return with his destiny."

His Highness closed his left eye, stretched out his fingers and pointed to the distance, which is the direction where the sun sets and the other side of the ice sea, "He will return from there."

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(End of this chapter)