I will Bury the Gods Chapter 320: : Senior Sister and Junior Brother

As soon as the wind blew, the smoke flew by, the bonfire jumped out of ghosts on the wall, the three-colored cat's tail stood up like a flagpole, and all its fur exploded 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!" Sanhua Mao pointed at the dead body and shouted.

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 a cat, you are scared." Gong Yu couldn't find anything unusual, she said: "You are now the king of blue, so you can't be so timid."

"No, it's not! This deity is not timid." Sanhuamao has killed a demon for a year, and its courage is no longer what it used to be. I really saw her smile... I obviously saw it."

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

"I..."

The three-flowered cat scratched its furry triangular ears and kept walking back and forth, uncertain of the answer for a while.

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

"Maybe..."

When 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?

"Believe me, she's really smiling, really smiling..." For the first time, Sanhuamao felt that the language was so weak, it tried 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. , asked suspiciously: "What happened?"

Sanhuamao quickly told what he had seen and heard.

"I trust 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 didn’t expect His Highness the Holy Son to be the most reliable at the critical moment. I really misunderstood her before, but before Sanhuamao could show its loyalty, Mu Shijing clung to its ear and said softly: "Thank you little Sanhua Help my sister out."

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

Mu Shijing felt the 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." /

"No!"

The three-flowered cat mustered up its 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, 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 death of the young emperor would spread throughout Chang'an in the early morning of the next day.

Since the revival of true qi sixty years ago, as the ranks of cultivators have grown, the authority of the emperor has been shaken day by day. Half a year ago, the rumors that the world will destroy the saints have been widely circulated, but too many things happened in the middle , Wulin's vitality was seriously injured, and he was too busy to take care of himself.

Now, the teenage emperor who was forcibly placed on the throne passed away before the various sects wiped out the saints.

The emperor died of illness. He was suffering from insanity. He always said that there were dirty things in the palace trying to covet his throne. , strangled himself to death with a white silk.

It is almost impossible to strangle yourself with a white silk, but the emperor is worthy of being an emperor, he did it in a mad state.

Hearing the news of the emperor's death, the national teacher just hummed lightly and asked the envoy to step back.

In the dark.

Si Muxue stepped out gracefully, her snow-white fox tail fluttering, her gait was birdlike.

"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, as if nestled in a chair suspended in the air.

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

Si Muxue and Lin Qiuyi ended in a tie. This kind of tie is not because they are equal in realm, but because neither of them can 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 purest and most holy snow-white color. Her long hair was like a flame burning in the snow. Goddess, 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. Thinking back to the golden Nether Dao Fruit, she let out a sneer fooled by fate, and asked, "Did you predict this day three hundred years ago? Or did you always wait for it?" Today?"

"Well, I also got an oracle three hundred 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 the traces of the black dragon's presence.

The three-flowered cat stared at it all night, until the cat boy was 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. The corpse itself is not of great significance. The black dragon may just want to tell them that the emperor is 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, her eyes rolled , smiled softly, and 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 was smiling, and didn't force him to do anything... She seemed to like the feeling of slowly training the teacher.

The fire goes out and the sun rises.

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

The naked empress exposed to the sun is extremely beautiful, and the crown pattern on her lower abdomen is still shining brightly, but she is already a withered petal, and she can 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 no longer worried, she took the unsightly corpse out and threw it to Mu Shijing to take care of.

Mu Shijing, who is still wearing a wedding dress, has the illusion that someone has robbed her husband and returned the money. She is very wronged. She has nowhere to vent her anger, so she uses the half of the girl's corpse as a sandbag and shakes her fist. A big hit.

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

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

The sun shone into the childish hole of the corpse, which was carved like glazed glass, and reflected the pale Tongren, reflecting Mu Shijing's appearance.

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

She bent down and stared at her child hole.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in the depths of the glazed hole, Mu Shijing faintly saw the back of the girl in the black skirt standing on the top of the mountain.

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 is like frost on the page.

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 thigh. Into a sweet dreamland.

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

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

About the previous two trips to the Northland, Gong Ying only made a brief record. There are mysterious relics that can be recorded in history, and that relic was later found out to be a tomb. In the huge tomb, they found the frozen corpses of many unknown creatures and some strange iron weapons. They were still in the depths of the tomb. Many ancient texts that have long been lost are printed on the walls.

On the land, 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. After entering the border, the years that were originally slow like burning incense suddenly became firewood ignited by flames. 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 cultivating Taoism, but for Gong Ying, the Human-God Realm is more like the starting point—only when one reaches the Human-God Realm can one truly have the ability to fight to the death with powerful demons. Qualifications.

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

A certain year, she also forgot which year it was, anyway, that day she asked Xiao Song to have dinner together, when passing by a rice field, she stopped when she looked at the bowed farmers.

"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 an unremembered dream of wandering the universe. Gong Ying asked blankly: "Compared with ordinary people, is our life span really longer? What is the significance 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 from the fairyland to the human **** realm. Many disciples who were born with great opportunities and were given high hopes stopped at the gate of the human **** realm all their lives forward.

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

If you wander for a long time, you will inevitably get confused.

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

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

Just 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 road has been lonely since ancient times, so why should I be hypocritical? Confusion and hesitation are only temporary. They are fire and will burn away. The impurities in my Dao heart make it clearer... I like to practice Dao."

Gong Ying's eyes became 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 my senior sister to practice together."

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

"Sure." 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 waiting for the senior sister to wake up.

After that came the long years.

Until that fateful day actually comes.

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

Master spread an old manuscript in front of them.

Gong Ying recognized it for a long time before she realized that it was the characters 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 on research in this area. After a hundred years, they finally deciphered these words completely.

The content of these words is not complicated.

They were written by a certain kind of creature, these creatures came from the extreme north, they trekked across the land, wanting to find a new home, but they were terribly attacked at the ruins, before they died , they wrote everything on the walls.

These texts were originally written for their companions.

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

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

Through the travel routes recorded by them, the ascetics deduced the location of the real country backwards.

This finding is significant.

The exploration of Zhenguo was immediately put on the agenda.

Master selected ten pioneers. Among these ten ascetics, except for the leader who is a monk who is in the realm of human gods, all of them are geniuses in fairyland or half-step human gods. Many of them have passed away. Tired of the boring cultivation, I have a strong desire for opportunities.

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 from the ground, diverting water, and storing things.

They set out on a hot summer day.

The leader of the team is a great cultivator named Xun Lou. He has a stern face and is taciturn along the way. He only draws his sword when evil spirits attack them.

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

No obstacles along the way.

Their level is too high, even if the **** 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 full of monsters, but the barrier-like snow peaks outside the wilderness. Immortal cultivators, seeing this sea-like snow peak, will also hesitate.

Apart from Xiao Song, Gong Ying seldom talked to anyone else along the way.

Other people 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. If the noble people with pure blood hadn't been forcibly intervened by the ancestors back then, the earth-born 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.

Hundreds of thousands of people died in this riot, which was undoubtedly a painful trauma to the human race, which was waiting to be reborn at that time. Therefore, the patriarch drew up a law to erase the differences between the immortals and the earth. The difference, wrote the rule that all men are born equal 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 several 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.

After the snow mountain is still the snow mountain, after the ice field is still the ice field.

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. The big boat was quickly assembled, and everyone dragged it into the sea. Started this long swim.

The gigantic boat sailed across the icy 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.

After half a month.

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

After landing on that coast, weird things happened one after another.

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

The ten men's sense of direction is reversed, and they point in two distinct directions, both claiming that that is north.

The sun, the moon and the stars were not visible in the sky, and Si Nan was disturbed by something, and there was confusion.

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

Gong Ying and Xiao Song did not object.

Their direction is the same, and among those walking with them, there is also Xun Lou, a great monk who is in the realm of human spirit.

In the beginning, the connection between the two teams was smooth, but as the distance gradually widened, Yinzhong's connection became sporadic, and the voices from it became more and more vague. , the connection between the two teams was completely cut off by Feng Xue.

Xun Lou didn't care much 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 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 later, people around Everything in the world is distorted in people's perception, the most ordinary stone in one person's eyes, in another's eyes, it is very likely to be a green-faced and fang-toothed evil spirit.

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

The procession of the team is getting slower and slower.

This snowy gorge full of deception dragged their footsteps like a swamp. Everyone believed that what they saw was real. Plug, like swallowing a panacea, many people can't hold it down together.

There are more and more things like this.

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 that canyon, After walking out, 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, they continue to move forward.

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

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

There are no more ice coffins, exactly five. They stand in the snow, like people standing still and waiting.

When Gong Ying walked to the ice coffin, she 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.

However, 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 by the snow and could not be pulled out, letting the sand-like snow Wrap them, and wrap them towards the center of the ice and snow vortex.

The only one who broke free was Xun Lou.

After breaking free from the shackles, Xun Lou never forgot to save people. He only had two hands, so he could only save two people. The quicksand and snow swept up the ice cliff on the other side.

He still 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 dark ice cave. The ice cave was huge, but it was an airtight cage with no exit at all. 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 rings were lost in the turbulent snowfall. The shortage of food and water is fatal in such a cold place. The day ushered in a turning point.

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

The door of the cage is 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 all day and night, Xiao Song stood up, 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 gently: "Senior sister, do you still remember the question you asked me back then? Ask me if I like cultivating immortals~IndoMTL.com~ I don't like it." Xiao Song Said calmly: "I don't like cultivating immortals, but my senior 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 don't see my senior sister, I would have How can I endure waiting for ten years after another? Waiting for my senior sister is too painful, so I can only cultivate immortality... Even if I hate it."

"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.

Light shines into this claustrophobic cage.

It also covered Xiao Song's pale robe.

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

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