I will bury the gods

Chapter 402 Fighting with the Immortal Invitation

Outside the real country.

In the cursed snowy mountains.

Gong Yu walked slowly among the white snow, her body wrapped in silk robes remained cold and arrogant, but her brows were haggarded by the cold wind for days.

When night came, the temperature in the snow field would drop extremely low. The Sanhuamao squeezed its limp body into Gongyu's bulging arms ahead of time, and only poked out a small head between the skirts of his clothes.

"Master, is it still okay?" Sanhuamao asked.

Gong Yu shook his head lightly.

Seven days.

Before she knew it, she had been trapped in this cursed snowfield for seven whole days.

In the past seven days, she tried various methods, but no matter whether she used martial arts, Taoism, spells, or mantras, the snow field did not give any feedback.Undead spirits flew into the sky continuously, singing a chorus with the cold wind. Although they couldn't hurt her, they were annoying.

"Could it be that people really can't undo God's curse?" Gong Yu hesitated for the first time.

This hesitation was quickly cut off by her.

"Law is the true master of all things in the world. Water and fire are parasitic in the law of birth and death, grass and wood are parasitic in the law of withering prosperity. Whether it is a human or a god, there is no difference. The gods are just parasites of higher-level laws. , as long as it is a law, it can be mastered... I can go out."

The cold wind was blowing towards her face, but when it touched Gong Yu, it was like bumping into a nobleman's servant, and it passed her silently, not daring to disturb even half of her hair.

Gong Yu re-examined the world.

Countless night clouds rolled over her head, covering the setting sun and the stars and the moon. She looked up at the sky, her cold eyes were like the last stars.

The sanhuamao fell asleep without worry in her arms.

……

The old memorial ceremony lasted a total of seven days.

The first day passed lively and peacefully.

The main city of Wang is lit all night long, and Lin Shouxi looks down from a tall building, and the city looks like a huge embroidery that is burning.

"Will something big happen?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Who knows, perhaps, those big figures just want to find a reasonable opportunity to get together and share the quality of the dead to fight against the darkness. Now, in places we can't see, they may be conducting such a transaction." Xiao Xiao He speculated.

Shumai was kneeling in front of the desk, eating a fruit plate with Mu Shijing.

"Hmph, if you ask me, the higher the level of those great monks, the more they fear death. The so-called necromancer quality is just a way to survive. They stand at the pinnacle of human beings, but they still hold the illusion of living like ordinary people. It's shameful." Shu Yan criticized them righteously.

Xiao He, who was sitting by the window, looked back at her, and asked with great interest: "Does Miss Shu have a way to deal with the darkness of the undead?"

"No."

Shuyu peeled a fresh fruit, cut half of it and handed it to Mu Shijing, and said confidently, "At least I followed Miss and walked on a more correct path than them."

Xiaohe couldn't help laughing, and said: "Well, taking refuge in the darkness is also a way to deal with the darkness."

"What are you talking about? Don't think that you can disrespect Miss after being with her for a long time!" Seeing Miss being ridiculed, Shuyu immediately upheld justice for her to show her loyalty.

In front of Shuyu, Mu Shijing has always maintained a mysterious and powerful aura.

She took a sip of the jam and fermented rice, tolerantly forgave Xiaohe's rudeness, and said lightly: "Some darkness is for devouring light, and some darkness is for raising stars...I am different from them."

Shu Yan nodded thoughtfully.

Xiaohe pursed her lips, and reluctantly said in cooperation: "Miss, good advice."

Lin Shouxi was sitting by the window, his eyes were always outside the window, the fire flickered on his cheeks.

Xiaohe quietly held his hand.

"Just treat it as an ordinary festival. Since you can't interfere with it, just enjoy it wholeheartedly." Xiaohe said, bending her smiling eyes.

Lin Shouxi nodded slightly.

Shu Yu glanced at them from time to time, thinking that the young lady could really bear it. If she had such subordinates who openly showed off her affection in front of her, she would definitely only take one of them to perform tasks alone every day, so that they would not see each other once a year. .

Mu Shijing ate a few small grape-shaped berries, and asked Xiaohe: "There are still some left, do you want to eat?"

"No." Xiaohe said calmly, "If you're hungry at night, I'll just make some porridge."

"How can there be porridge here?" Mu Shijing asked.

"I'll ask my husband to cook for me." Xiaohe suddenly opened her arms, wrapped her arms around Lin Shouxi's neck, and said with a smile.

"Humph."

Mu Shijing looked at this loving scene with a gloomy expression. She didn't think much about it, but said, "Xiaohe, I've always wanted to ask, why do you seem so obedient all this time? The little bird looks like a human being, but it doesn't look like you at all."

Xiaohe leaned on Lin Shouxi's shoulder, turned her head away, stared at Mu Shijing who looked confused, and said slowly: "What's wrong with sister Mu? Does it mean that we don't like our husband and wife's love? We have to quarrel and talk back every day to make you happy." Sister, hold on to the jar of vinegar, don’t shake it out.”

"Who did you learn this tone from?!"

Mu Shijing originally asked the question sincerely, but when Xiaohe said this, she blushed unconsciously, and didn't care about the answer anymore, she said "ridiculous" in annoyance, and went to another room.

After the two girls left, Xiao He took advantage of the situation and turned off the lights.

Moonlight comes in.

The girl's long snow-white hair is like a strand of silk pulled out by the moonlight.

Looking at each other under the moonlight in a foreign country, no need for words to make up, the past that we have experienced together is the best dust, enough to support herbs and flowers, so the kiss became logical, and the half-dressed girl pushed him at the window .

Fireworks are in full bloom outside the window.

The floats of the old gods spun in front of the temple square, with hideous ghost faces in constant light and darkness.

"How does it feel?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"It's like holding a torch." Xiaohe pursed her lips.

The next morning.

The sun extinguished the flames of the city.

The competition of the Thirteen Spiritual Sect Trials began as usual with the ringing of the bell.

In the queue of the Great Burning Sect, Chu Lu was very conspicuous. She was wearing clothes suitable for fighting, with a neat ponytail, and her palm-sized pretty face exuded childishness and heroism at the same time.

After experiencing the big victory on the first day, she was full of energy and high-spirited, and indeed she had the style of Xiaoyu back then, but Lin Shouxi knew that her proud appearance was just a performance in front of Xianyuan, and her timidity and softness were hidden behind her. From the bottom of my heart, I don't show people easily.

Round after round of competitions began with cheers.

The suzerains of the thirteen sects looked on coldly, they were like ice sculptures, joy and sorrow were very accidental emotions, as if anyone whose expression was affected by the performance of the younger generation would damage their majesty as suzerain.

The first heron does not need the suzerain's approval.

The sound of mountains and tsunami when she appeared on the stage is enough to prove how powerful she is now.

Sometimes, Chu Lu will also feel regret. If she deliberately hides her tricks until the last moment and then makes a blockbuster, it seems more pleasing, but... why does she have to cater to other people's preferences? She didn't do it, but there is always If the disciples do this, she just needs to use her pure strength to tear up the playbook they wrote in her heart.

On this day, Chulu became more and more courageous in the battle, and in the end he defeated the disciple who had high hopes from the Soul Palace.

"It's so boring, like watching children throw mud at each other." Shu Yan lay on the railing.

"Then what do you think is interesting?" Xiaohe asked.

Shuyu thought for a while, then said, "Come with me."

Shumai led them to the outside of Wangzhu City, and after crossing a white snow field, black mountains appeared in front of them.

There are many people gathered in the mountains, and the excitement is no less than that of Wang's main city.

"This is..." Xiaohe was puzzled.

"Migration."

Shu Yao pointed to the distance and said, "I'll take you to see the migration, the migration from monkeys to humans."

She led the three of them to the cliff.

Looking down from the top of the cliff, you can see countless people. These people are naked and disheveled. They really look like uncivilized monkeys. They wander aimlessly under the cliff until the gate is opened. Slowly moving in, it looked as if he was driving the ducks into the cage.

They are people hundreds of millions of years ago, and their memories have long been obliterated.

This scene is so powerful that it makes one's heart throbbing, as if watching a group of walking dead.

People who come to the city will be put on numbered clothes by special people, and then the leading monk will use a whistle with the power of soul-stirring to lead them to the Holy Tree Court, where they will accept the Great Spirit The baptism of the dry tree becomes a brand new person, living a life that was not possible to live in the future hundreds of millions of years ago.

"I don't know how many people are buried in the ground. They are like rice. After one stubble is cut, there will be another stubble. In addition, the seals of the real country and the king of the gray tomb are next to each other. Destruction is only a short time, so The real country has never really valued human life."

Shuyu sat on the cliff and looked at the black and wriggling crowd, hatred suddenly gushed out in his eyes: "Hmph, I'll be fine someday, it's just a group of vampires, a group of vampires attached to the trunk of the Great Spirit Tree Forget it, sooner or later I will suck back the spiritual roots they plundered one by one, I will kill everyone, and return the bones and blood to the sacred tree!"

Shu Yao was swearing viciously, when Mu Shijing's cold voice sounded behind her, calling her by name: "Shu Yao."

"Miss……"

Shuyu turned her head, met the young lady's cold eyes, and slapped her loudly on the cheek, making her lie on her side in the snow, trembling.

"Let me hear you say such things in the future, I will kill you, understand?" Mu Shijing said.

Shuyu's expression changed several times, but finally she bowed her head, "Shuyu understood."

Just don't say what's on your mind in the future... Shuyu thought to herself.

The next day passed like this.

Day three was no different.

All kinds of weird performances are still being held in the city, and there are also all kinds of weird disturbances.

The floats of the old gods paraded around the city all day long, but most of the monks flattered and flattered those famous top monks. For mortals, living gods are more worthy of admiration than dead gods.

Lingzong's trials are still going on, and Chulu's victory is still going on, she has won too much, and it can't even surprise people.

At night, Xiaohe occupied Lin Shouxi as always. Mu Shijing, tossing and turning, often walked up to them angrily wearing a white silk nightgown, yelling at them and telling them to be quiet, but Xiaohe always said: " Don't leave when you come."

On the fourth day, it was business as usual.

By the fifth day, Shu Yu's originally tense heartstrings were completely relaxed.

"This year's old memorial ceremony is no different from last year's. It's really boring. It's better to meditate at home to make people feel brighter." Shu Yu complained.

"You want chaos so much?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"A peaceful life is for ordinary people, only when the order collapses and is restructured, and the gods change hands. For ambitious people, this is their prosperous age," Shu said.

The fifth day was spent in great disappointment.

On the sixth day, Shu Yu had already given up his fantasy.

"Unfortunately, you have to understand that the beginning of the disaster is foreshadowed."

In the early morning, Xiaohe was doing her makeup in front of the mirror. She evened some crimson eye makeup on her cheeks. The pure girl was immediately brightened and vivid by the red color.

"What do you mean? What omen?" Shuyu asked.

"For example, the copper-colored bird that will fly over the window later." Xiaohe said.

Shuyu frowned, not understanding what she was talking about, but after a while, a strong wind like yellow sand really blew past outside the window - the big yellow feather eagle flew past the window, and the feathers that fell unintentionally flipped in the air.

I was surprised.

"You have the spiritual root of vision, so it's not difficult to pretend to be a ghost. I won't be fooled by you. Today I want to enjoy the festival to the fullest." Shumai said.

She really expected Xiaohe to say something to refute her, but no, Xiaohe just dressed quietly, not knowing whether it was to please herself or others.

The bell rang again.

Today is the last day of the Spiritual Trials. The final winner will be selected from the four disciples who have fought all the way to today. As for tomorrow...

Tomorrow is the closing ceremony of the old ceremony. In the magnificent ancient music resounding throughout the city, Lu Shu will personally present the most beautiful dance.

All the top monks will also be present together. They will lead the crowd to the Holy Tree Courtyard on foot, kneel down at the gate of the Holy Tree Courtyard to worship the Great Spirit Tree, and then arrive at the Dragon Lord Hall at dusk to meet the person who is still alive The old king of the world.

Even though the Dragon Lord Palace Master has never shown his face for thousands of years, people still dare not omit this etiquette.

The yellow-feathered eagle hovered in the sky.

The battle on the last day was particularly fierce, and the cheers of the crowd stretched like a tide, almost non-stop.

Those who can get here are all first-class outstanding players. As one of them, Chu Lu does not have the ability to be sure of winning, but Lin Shouxi knows that she will win.

"The winner, the Great Burning Sect, the first Lu."

When the sound of the gong sounded along with the announcement, both Xiaohe and Mu Shijing showed gratified smiles, but Shuyu pouted and said, "There is no suspense at all. It's really boring. This year's trial meeting is not as good as last year's." It's pretty."

"This is just the beginning." Lin Shouxi said.

"Start? What started?" Shu asked: "Didn't you finish the final round of the Daoist Trial? Didn't your precious apprentice win the championship? Don't tell me, you mean her life has just begun, and you must guard against arrogance and arrogance." Such old-fashioned words? Huh, in this world, if you are arrogant and humble every day, why put yourself in moral shackles?"

Lin Shouxi didn't speak, but just stared at the competition platform.

The smiles of Mu Shijing and Xiaohe gradually faded, and their expressions were serious.

Shu Wei looked up and down the martial arts arena, but couldn't see any clues, this is... what's wrong?

The honor of the leader of the Daoist Trial Club will be presented by the current number one goddess, Xian Yao, in person.

The peerless goddess in a blue and purple dress and a tulle mask left the seat of the Holy Sect of the Qing Dynasty. She stepped on the void and walked slowly towards the first heron. Bleeding lotuses grew under her graceful steps. Looking at the misty purple skirt and that graceful posture, everyone was overwhelmed by it, even the old bald donkey who guarded the Dragon King Temple quietly opened his eyes.

Among the blood and flowers in full bloom, Xianyuan came to Chulu.

Xian Yao took out a bottle of Qiong Ye and handed it to her.

Chulu took it and drank it.

Chulu was exhausted at first, but when she drank the nectar, her complexion suddenly improved a lot—this is the elixir of immortality, it has the ability to life and death human flesh and bones, and it is really overkill to restore Chulu's energy.

But Xianyuan didn't think it was a waste at all.

"Chu Lu, it's indeed beyond my expectation that you've come this far," Xian Yao said.

"Because I met a good teacher."

Chulu looked into Xianyuan's eyes and said calmly: "My family doesn't want to teach me, but the master does. The family didn't give me the affection, but the master gave it to me. The family regards me as a gift for marriage, but the master treats me as a marriage gift." A real apprentice, I can't live up to Master's expectations, so I want to win, so I won."

The elder of the Great Fenzong who rescued Chu Lu in the snow heard this, thought she was talking about himself, showed a satisfied smile, and said humbly: "Actually, I'm not that good either."

"Foolishness."

Xian Yao shook his head and said, "Your family regards you as a tool for marriage, and your master regards you as a tool for cultivating Taoism. There is no real difference between them."

"I want to be a tool for cultivating Taoism." Chu Lu said.

"Maybe you just want to be your master's tool." Xian Yao said coldly.

"That's my choice too." Chu Lu said, "At least I'm standing here, standing in front of you. I couldn't imagine it a few months ago, and I'm still scared today, but here I am."

People were originally waiting for a grand awards ceremony, but at this moment, the more they heard it, the more something was wrong.

"Chulu, don't be presumptuous in front of the goddess!" the elder of the Great Fenzong scolded.

Chulu didn't seem to hear the thunderous scolding at all, she stared at Xianyuan, her voice was even louder: "Sister, abide by the agreement and fight with me!"

elder sister?

Like everyone else, Shu Yu was surprised, only Lin Shouxi, Mu Shijing, and Xiaohe looked normal, as if they had expected everything.

"Are they... sisters?"

Shu Yu was shocked: "Sister who is more than 600 years old, and younger sister who is 13 years old, the absurdity of their mother is probably not too much compared with my Dragon King father."

No one responded to her.

Everyone was shocked by Chu Lu's invitation to fight.

Even if they are sisters, even if Chulu is the leader of this trial meeting, how can they challenge the immortal invitation?

The leaders of many Daoist Trials are just a flash in the pan, and there are not a few who died accidentally or disappeared from everyone, but Xianyao is the number one goddess in Zhenguo for 600 years, and no one can shake this position.

In the lion group in the snow field, the old lion king will always be killed by the young and strong lion king, but it is not because the new king is stronger than the old king, but because of the ruthless power of time.

Fairy invitations are different.

Instead of leaving traces on her body, 600 years have made her more mysterious and powerful.

"You are 13 years old."

Xian Yao said: "According to the agreement, I will use my 13-year-old realm to defeat you."

Blood and flowers wrap the fairy invitation.

The next moment an incredible scene happened.

When the blood evaporated and the flowers fell, Xian Yao, who walked in front of everyone again, really turned into a young girl of twelve or thirteen years old, delicate and immature.

……

at the same time.

Brass-colored eagles circled in the sky.

It skimmed across the sky and finally landed on a luxurious chariot.

A large, bloated hand caressed the eagle's feathers.

The owner of the big hand stared at the eagle's pupils, and after a while revealed an intoxicated look: "Interesting, really interesting, what a pair of sisters, actually presenting such a good show to everyone today, there is no need to mention Xianyan's appearance, this sister In a few more years, I am afraid that she will become a peerless beauty like her sister, it is right not to marry, such a beauty is reduced to a tool for marriage, it is really a waste of money."

As he spoke, the fat on his face was squeezed together, and he laughed softly: "Sisters like this are the best destination for me to fall into my confinement together."

This person is the Prisoner King who rose to fame after killing the Calamity Demon God, and is notorious for his style of work.

"My lord, you are no match for Xianyuan." The big yellow eagle said.

"Is this still nonsense for you?"

Prisoner King's expression turned severe, and then quickly calmed down: "It was true in the past, but after today, it may not be so."

"My lord means..."

"I have obtained the supreme divine enlightenment, and I have clearly realized the supreme meaning of binding the root of the spirit. Soon, I will be able to bind time. At that time, let alone an invitation from the gods, even if it is the three peerless beauties who will be together with you!" If I fight, I can also subdue them all!" Prisoner King's face showed infinite arrogance.

"My lord, have you been deceived again?" The yellow eagle couldn't believe it.

"Just wait and see... Oh, Xianyuan, I have coveted her for 400 years, and she can't escape."

Prisoner King squinted his mung bean-like eyes, and when he looked down at the crowd, he saw a group of people carrying things, and couldn't help but ask, "Who are these people?"

"My lord, isn't this the theater troupe you said you wanted to invite? You said you wanted to invite a theater troupe to show the world how you killed the calamity demon back then." Yellow Eagle reminded.

"Oh, it seems that there is such a thing."

Prisoner Wang vaguely remembered, he looked at the group of actors who were afraid of him, and said indifferently: "Come on, let me see a part."

Prisoner King orders, how dare the actors slack off.

This group of people was exactly the troupe that Shuyu met in the snow at that time, and she had alarmed Gu Ciqing because of her conflict with them.

The stage was built quickly.

The actors immediately began to perform.

Suddenly, the Prisoner King slammed the chair and said angrily: "You are such a waste of flesh and blood that you are worthy of playing the calamity demon?! If others saw it, they would think that I crushed a mouse to death."

The old man of the team hurriedly came out to explain, saying: "The suit we prepared for him, the suit of the calamity demon, put it on and keep it majestic. Hurry up and show it to Lord Prisoner King."

The scrawny young man obediently agreed.

He struggled to get into a bigger suit than others, and after performing a round with all his strength, Prisoner Wang's expression eased a little: "Although the acting is far from realistic, it is still passable."

"Thank you, sir, for your compliment." The old man squeezed the boy's arm.

"Thank you, Mr. Prisoner King, for your compliment." The young man knelt on one knee, his cheeks hidden in the shadow of the light, and he said, "Don't worry, Mr. Prisoner King, I will act very similarly, and try to remind you of the past gods." Such awe-inspiring heroism."

　I have read Dragon Raja 4 to restart the world, but I didn't see Chu Zihang who was making a fuss about her pregnancy, which seems to be a rhythm.My expectations were too low before I read it, so after reading it, I feel that the writing seems to be quite good-looking, but if you read it with high expectations, you may be disappointed, so it is not recommended to read it.Lu Ming is not authentic, and Caesar looks better than Caesar who is four dragons and five dragons, but there is a mechanical descendant organization, the tulle dragon academy, which looks quite outrageous (ps: Jiangnan is as perverted as ever, be careful with negative defense, There is a low profile Herzog)
　　


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