I will Bury the Gods Chapter 398: : Deer rinse

"What did you say?" Gong Yu asked.

"I said, we're probably lost."

Sanhuamao thought at first that Master didn't hear clearly, and explained: "Master knows that people can walk straight forward, but they can't keep walking in a straight line forever. The farther a person walks, the direction will deviate. The more powerful you are, the same is true for dragons."

The three-flowered cat was talking, and gradually, she realized that the previous tone of the master seemed not quite right. After looking at the frosty eyes of the master, it understood something. It straightened its tail and kept silent. Immediately said: "I will find the way immediately!"

The three-flowered cat knows that it has to find a way, otherwise it will lose the qualification to rest in the world's most gentle hometown, which is absolutely unacceptable to it!

Gong Yu recalled the weird record in her mother's notebook, and did not let the Sanhuamao go alone in danger. Gong Yu pondered for a moment, then drew a circle in the air.

The magical art has the ability to embody all things. After the circle is drawn, countless details emerge out of thin air and become an exquisite compass.

The pointer of the compass is messed up.

The pointer jumping up and down like a locust makes Gong Yu's beauty condense cold. "Is this the cursed land?"

Gong Yu put away the miraculous compass, the seemingly peaceful chaotic snowfield was reflected in his clear pupils, and he fell into meditation.

"Ah... did you encounter some kind of big formation? It's really unknown."

Sanhuamao couldn't help sighing when he saw Master Shizun's serious face, "This real country is too unhospitable." Gong Yu didn't speak.

Seeing that Shizun didn't blame him, Sanhuamao became more courageous. It ran to Shizun and asked, "What is Shizun thinking?"

"I heard from my mother that the tree of the world is the most majestic and gigantic thing in the world. It is much taller than the sacred mountain. Why can't we see such a colossal monster?" Gong Yu seemed to be asking himself.

"Could it be because it was covered by something?" Sanhuamao guessed. "Cover it up."

Gong Yu thought of the records of Yun Tomb.

"That's right, no matter how huge and majestic something is, as long as it's covered up, it won't be seen." The cat pupils of Sanhuamao wandered maliciously on Gong Yu's body.

Gong Yu didn't answer.

She made up her mind and sat cross-legged in the wind and snow, her graceful and celestial posture was as quiet as a painting.

Gong Yu is a fairy, a fairy in the realm of human beings and gods. She has already reached the realm where her body and spirit are in harmony with heaven and earth.

She heard Xue Yuan's cry.

It's not the weeping of evil spirits, but an empty voice like singing, as if there are invisible ghosts floating on the earth, singing lamentations for the dead all day long.

Then, on the snow-white field, hundreds of black souls flew up, like frightened moths, flying endlessly in the dimly lit world. Gong Yu stared intently, and couldn't help being startled—these black souls were indeed countless severed limbs and organs.

"Go back, go back..." Gong Yu heard such a voice.

Looking upwards, Gong Yu saw a floating mutilated head, which was watching her quietly.

"Go back, the road ahead is impassable, the old gods set up a fence here, so the creatures who try to pass through the fence will be mercilessly cut into pieces, and become the nourishment of this cursed land, go back Come on, don't die..."

This head speaks the official dialect of Shenshan.

Gong Yu recalled the records in her mother's notes. At that time, Gong Ying parted ways with another team. return.

"You are... Guess Xu?" Gong Yu asked.

"Guess Xu... I seem to be called this name."

The crooked and floating head drifted past, and he asked, "How do you know my name?" "I have seen the death list of the disciples who traveled northward from Shenshou Mountain three hundred years ago." Gong Yu said. "Three hundred years ago... Shenshou Mountain... Father and Mother..."

He opened his mouth numbly. He seemed to be thinking about it, but he couldn't remember anything. In the end, he just said: "So I'm really dead."

His eyes are numb and empty, one can imagine how painful his body and spirit suffered before he died, and the sadness revealed in this sentence is also his last remaining emotion.

"My condolences." Gong Yu said.

The mind of the head seemed to be exhausted, so he didn't say anything more, just said: "Go back, maybe it's too late to go back now."

"Thank you, senior, for your kindness."

Gong Yu thanked, but shook his head: "The parents who raised me have passed away, but the teacher who educated me is behind this barrier. I am stronger than my parents back then. This barrier can stop them, but Can't stop me."

The head floated away like a balloon, and chanted the dirge with the rest of the souls. Snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on Gong Yu's shoulders.

Gongyu is as quiet as a thousand-year-old lake. ....

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"Sister Mu, how is your practice recently?"

In the Giant King's Palace, Xiaohe finished a small retreat. When she walked out with stretched body, she saw Sister Mu sitting on the high window sill enjoying the wind and snow, so she came to her side and asked how she was doing.

The girl in white clothes and black silk looked at the snow outside the window leisurely, and said calmly: "Sometimes, I feel that cultivating the Tao is meaningless, it is like a person walking in the snow. The footprints are farther and deeper, but as long as the snow blows overnight, no matter how deep the footprints are, they will be buried, and since they will be buried eventually, why insist on walking into the unkind snow?"

"Oh..."

Relying on her own understanding of Mu Shijing, Xiaohe immediately came to a conclusion: "Sister Mu's practice has stagnated and she hasn't made any progress, right?"

Mu Shijing folded his arms around his chest, his pretty face was tense, and he said flatly, "I'm hitting the bottleneck." "I don't remember any bottlenecks in the Yuan Chi Realm." Xiaohe said.

Xiaohe broke through the world all the way, and the wind went smoothly. If the parting with Lin Shouxi didn't take her too long, she might even break the record of Xiaoyu's youngest fairyland.

Although this is telling the truth, but in Mu Shijing's ears, it is more like a provocation.

"Hmph, you little girl, you open your mouth and keep calling your sister, but you don't respect her at all in your heart... you have the same virtue as Lin Shouxi." Mu Shijing said resentfully, and subconsciously punched her.

Xiaohe raised his arm, blocked the punch with his wrist, then turned his wrist, brushed the punch away lightly with skillful strength.

Frustrated, Mu Shijing was unconvinced, and fought back with his changing moves.

Xiaohe has practiced martial arts with Lin Shouxi all the year round, and she has already practiced her boxing skills to the extreme.

Mu Shijing's fierce attack was dismantled by Xiaohe like spring wind and rain. Mu Shijing became more and more angry, and frequently made mistakes in his moves.

"Miss, what are you doing?" Seeing this scene, Shu Yu asked curiously.

"Oh, I'm teaching Wu Youhe some martial arts to defeat the enemy, as well as the technique of dismantling." Mu Shijing said without changing his expression.

Shuyu nodded, showing envy, and asked: "Miss, can you guide me?" "If you can beat Xiaohe, I will teach you." Mu Shijing said.

Although Shuyu is afraid of this girl who has killed her, but when she thinks of getting the young lady's personal biography, she can't help but be eager to try.

Mu Shijing looked at Xiaohe with pleading eyes.

In front of outsiders, Xiaohe also gave Mu Shijing a lot of face. She jumped down from the high window sill, her knees sank, and she pounced on Shuyu like a cheetah. In the martial arts competition, Shu Yu couldn't possibly be Xiao He's opponent, and within ten moves, the silver-haired girl was trampled to the ground by Xiao He.

"Sister Wu is so strong." Shu Yu said sincerely. "Miss taught me well." Xiaohe said.

Shu Yu looked at the beautiful girl with snowy hair floating by the window, and her reverence was even stronger.

After Shuyu left, Xiaohe returned to Mu Shijing's side, narrowed her foggy eyes into crescents, and asked with a smile, "Am I nice to sister Mu?"

"Well, keep working hard." Mu Shijing nodded coldly.

"Hey, Sister Mu is so stupid, if one day, Xiaohe is no longer by Sister Mu's side, what will Sister Mu do." Xiaohe said worriedly.

"I'm not stupid."

Mu Shijing retorted subconsciously, but she always felt that something was wrong, she frowned, "Not by my side...what nonsense are you talking about?"

"It's just a joke, sister Mu, don't take it to heart." Xiaohe said.

"This is not funny, if you say such things again, my sister will punish you." Mu Shijing said seriously. "Yes, Miss."

Xiaohe nodded obediently, and did not disobey the majesty of her elder sister Mu, but, for some reason, she suddenly opened her arms and hugged Mu Shijing tightly.

"Um...what's wrong with Xiaohe?"

Facing this sudden hug, Mu Shijing froze.

"It's a blessing to meet Sister Mu." Xiaohe said.

"Of course...but, why did you say it all of a sudden?" Mu Shijing was a little embarrassed. "Don't sister like to hear it?" Xiaohe raised her head and stared into her eyes.

Mu Shijing and Xiaohe looked at each other, the pupils of the snow-haired girl were filled with mist all year round, just like the erratic thoughts of a young girl in the blooming season, making Mu Shijing unpredictable.

Lin Shouxi happened to be returning home after visiting Chu Lu. As soon as he returned home, he saw two young girls hugging each other tightly. "What are you doing?" Lin Shouxi didn't take it seriously, and just asked casually.

Xiaohe pretended to be panicked, and said softly, "Sister Mu, our husband found out about our affair, what should we do now?"

"Don't be afraid, our sisters are very affectionate, the worst is to elope, and it's not his turn to point fingers." Mu Shijing said proudly.

"Well, sister Mu is right, sister won't abandon Xiaohe, right?" Xiaohe showed a charming expression.

How can Mu Shijing, who has a heart of justice, be able to bear such a touching gaze from Xiaohe? Now, what she is embracing in her arms seems to be a girl who has been wronged by her husband and wants to escape from the flames. Shi Jing patted her on the back and said firmly, "Okay, sister will take you away."

Speaking, the two girls really jumped over the window and jumped into the wind and snow outside.

Lin Shouxi looked at the two little opera singers who sang together, and thought to himself that they had only devoted themselves to cultivation for half a month, why did these two little girls not clean up again?

Lin Shouxi cooperated and chased him out. in the snow.

"He is catching up... Do you think we can escape?" "I don't know, but I know...."

Xiaohe smiled sweetly and said, "I know, as long as I run faster than Sister Mu is enough." Mu Shijing was taken aback.

Xiaohe has already turned into the fairy realm, flew past her, and stood in the snow not far away, turned his back, put his hands behind his back, stood on tiptoe, and stuck out his tongue at her.

Mu Shijing knew she had been duped, and wanted to reprimand Xiaohe for not keeping her word, but Lin Shouxi had already come to her side. "Where is Miss Mu going?" Lin Shouxi smiled.

Mu Shijing didn't run away anymore, she bit her lower lip aggrievedly, looked up at Lin Shouxi, and said those two familiar words: "Be gentle."

The occasional slapstick dilutes the severe cold and depression of Zhenguo. The sun fell into the valley amid Miss Mu's begging for mercy.

In the night, Lin Shouxi returned to his room after taking a shower and changing clothes, rested for a while, swallowed some pills, and prepared to continue his practice.

The door was suddenly pushed open. Xiaohe walked in.

She also just took a bath, her long wet hair was draped over a new snow-white dress, her porcelain-white skin and pale crimson lips were stained with water, and the girl with snow-haired snow skirt was as crystal-clear as a soul outlined by the moonlight. Clear, pure white and moving.

Xiaohe closed the door and came to Lin Shouxi's side.

"Tomorrow is the memorial ceremony for the old days, don't you want to have a good rest tonight?" Xiaohe asked. "Being able to practice quietly is also a kind of rest in itself," Lin Shouxi said.

"Yes."

Xiaohe nodded with a smile as she recalled the moments of life and death in the past. "What is Xiaohe here for?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"I miss my husband, can't I come and accompany me?" Xiao He asked innocently. Lin Shouxi always felt flustered when he heard Xiaohe speak in such a tone.

During the day and night of penance for half a month, he forcibly used all kinds of panacea to knock on the second door of the fairyland. When I met Chu Yingchan at the beginning of the year, Chu Yingchan was at the second level of the Immortal Realm. After two years, his realm was finally on par with Fairy Chu.

But also because of hard work, he spent much less time with Xiaohe and Mu Shijing. He looked at the girl's clear and beautiful cheeks, couldn't help feeling guilty, and hugged her tightly.

Xiaohe leaned gently on his shoulder, sniffing, Lin Shouxi's body smelled very good, she could not help but kissed his neck, and then, her lips The child searched all the way up, bit Lin Shouxi's lip, and asked in a slightly stern tone:

"Half a month has passed, has your husband forgotten something?" Xiaohe asked softly.

"Forgot... what?" Lin Shouxi said guiltily, and couldn't remember what he had missed for a moment. "My husband said, I want to cook porridge for Xiaohe." Xiaohe said.

Only then did Lin Shouxi think of this, and hurriedly said, "I'm going to cook porridge for Xiao He." "No need."

Xiaohe pressed his chest, pushed him to the ground, and then took off his white clothes, revealing the boy's muscular chest, "My husband just lie down."

Lin Shouxi didn't know why, but obeyed obediently. Xiaohe kissed all the way along his lips.

Moonlight shines through the clouds and sprinkles the brilliance to the world from afar. Snowflakes flutter in the clear light beams, singing the night song with the wind. In the quiet and beautiful snowy night, Xiao He, with snowy shoulders and half-exposed knees, sits in the night, blowing horizontally and straight, her temperament blending with the cool night, like an actor playing silently.

For a long time.

The girl seemed to be tired, she was lying on Lin Shouxi's strong chest tenderly, the moonlight just shrouded them, and Xiaohe's delicate profile was fully revealed in the moonlight.

As always, she showed a sweet smile, opened her mouth half-open, and said softly: "It's delicious, thank you for your hospitality."

The snow-haired girl opened her eyes slightly. Her eyes blurred.

Just like the whole whirling world.

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The next day.

The long-awaited ritual of the old days is finally open.

The entire Zhen Kingdom will revel in this grand ceremony.

All the great figures of the real country will gather in the ancient main city of the king. At the end of the sacrifice, they will represent the whole real country to offer their loyalty and blessings to the ancient gods, so that the angry souls can rest and die the gods sleep forever.

In the Great Burning Sect.

Chu Lu is sitting in front of the mirror, constantly encouraging himself.

After continuous efforts to win the quota, she will also go to Wangzhu City to participate in the Thirteen Spirit Sect Trial Conference.

Her final enemy is not the disciple who participated in the competition together, but her elder sister, who is known as the world's number one spiritualist.

When Chu Lu thought of this, his heart beat violently. "Chu Lu, you must never insult the teacher." She said to herself in the mirror. at the same time.

Lin Shouxi, Mu Shijing, Xiaohe, and Shumai also wore hooded long clothes and came to this bustling ancient city.

Although it is only early in the morning, this ancient city is already full of people coming and going, and it is very lively. suddenly.

Thick gongs and drums sounded.

Accompanied by the sound of an elephant neighing, a mighty convoy passed through the long street. In the ancient and simple Zhenguo, this convoy with several miles of colored silk as a screen can be called a luxury. The convoy In the center of the hall, a huge chariot is driving, which undulates steadily, and on the corridor outside the car, singers who are as light as swallows are dancing.

"That's the Prisoner King." Shu Yu said coldly: "Pull down the brim of your hat, so that this monster won't see it. The Prisoner King has a bad nature and loves beautiful women. He not only likes women, but also men." /

Lin Shouxi had heard of this notorious villain for a long time. Seeing this magnificent giant car now, he just felt that the colorful silk dancing in the sky was poisonous miasma, which made him feel uncomfortable.

The chariot stopped. The surrounding screens were removed. The prisoner king showed his true face.

His body is extremely bloated, like a mountain of fat, but his body is covered with all kinds of rich decorations, shining with jewels, and the prisoner king's mung bean-sized eyes are squeezed in the fat, small but beautiful. With a fierce and fierce light, people dare not look at it.

Lin Shouxi didn't care about the Prisoner King, he came to see the Chulu competition. Following the blazing holy flame, he found the location of the Great Burning Sect.

Chu Lu and the other disciples who participated in the competition were wearing clean red and white clothes, standing straight together, listening to the elder's teaching, with serious expressions.

When Lin Shouxi came, Chu Lu had a feeling in his heart, looked over here, and smiled quietly at Master.

At this time.

A voice suddenly sounded from behind, and asked coldly: "Which sect are you from, why are you so unfamiliar?"

Lin Shouxi turned around.

A white-haired old man with a hooked nose stood behind him, looking at him sharply. "You haven't seen my face, how do you know it's born?" Lin Shouxi asked.

His face was hidden in the brim of his hat, only a small part of his jaw was exposed.

"I have lived in Zhenguo for more than 400 years. Newcomers and old people are no strangers, no matter whether I know them or not. I haven't seen it before," said the old man.

"Who am I and what does it matter to you?" Lin Shouxi asked coldly.

"I saw a generous reward in the Holy Tree Courtyard, saying that four strangers broke into the real country."

Lin Shouxi frowned.

He never thought that he would meet such a difficult old man when he first entered the main city of the king.

Of course, he is not afraid of the so-called reward. Firstly, Mu Shijing has an internal response in Shengshuyuan, and secondly, Gu Ciqing has also met them and made an agreement not to harm them. It is already a piece of waste paper.

This is also the reason why he dared to come to Wangzhu City~IndoMTL.com~ But, how should he explain it?

While Lin Shouxi was thinking, there was the sound of horseshoes. looked sideways.

A small and exquisite blood-colored pony came slowly, and a Taoist nun in a snow skirt and jade face sat on the horse's back.

"These are my friends, uncle, don't make things difficult for them." Said the Taoist nun who had never met before. "So you are a friend of His Royal Highness Lu Shu?" The old man bowed abnormally when he saw this junior girl, and asked again: "Why has the old man never heard that His Royal Highness Lu Shu has such a friend?"

"It's a personal relationship." The little nun replied softly. Lu Shu, one of the three peerless beauties in Zhen Kingdom.

Lin Shouxi didn't know why she wanted to help him out, but he guessed that it had something to do with Xianyuan and Gu Ciqing. So far, the three great beauties of Zhen Kingdom are all here.

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