I will Bury the Gods Chapter 400: : Battle with the fairy invitation

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Beyond the real country.

In the cursed snowy mountains.

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

When night came, the temperature in the snowy field would drop extremely low. 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.

During the past seven days, she tried various methods, but no matter whether she used martial arts, Taoism, spells, or mantras, the snowfield 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 and prosperity. Whether it is a human or a god, it is no different. God is just a higher-level law. It's nothing more than a parasite, as long as it is a law, it can be controlled... I can get 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 walked past her silently, not daring to disturb even half of her hair.

Gongyu re-examines 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 three-flowered cat fell asleep without worry in her arms. …

The old days memorial ceremony lasted a total of seven days. The first day passed lively and peacefully.

Wangzhu City 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, maybe, those big people just want to find a reasonable opportunity to get together and share the quality of necromancy to fight against the darkness, and now, in places we can't see, they may be doing such a transaction .” Xiaohe speculated.

Kneeling in front of the table, Shuyu was eating a fruit plate with Mu Shijing.

"Hmph, let me tell you, the higher the level of those great monks, the more afraid of death they are. Fantasies, it's really shameful." Shu Yan criticized them justly and sternly.

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 dead?"

"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 be disrespectful to Miss after being with her for a long time!" Seeing Miss being ridiculed, Shu Yu immediately upheld justice for her to show her loyalty.

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

She took a sip of the marmalade 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, with them are different."

He nodded thoughtfully.

Xiaohe pursed her lips, and reluctantly said a word in cooperation: "Miss, congratulations."

Lin Shouxi sat by the window, his gaze was always outside the window, the fire flickering 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 can really bear it, if she has such subordinates who openly show off her love in front of her, she will definitely only take one of them to perform tasks alone every day, so that they will not see each other for a year Last time.

Mu Shijing ate a few small grape-shaped berries, and asked Xiaohe: "Is there any left over, do you want to eat?" "No." Xiaohe said calmly, "If you are hungry at night, I will get some Just eat porridge."

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

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

"Huh."

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 look so obedient these days? Yi Baishun looks like a little bird, but it doesn't look like you at all."

Xiao He leaned on Lin Shouxi's shoulder, turned her head away, stared at Mu Shijing who looked puzzled, and said slowly: "What's wrong with Sister Mu? Does it mean that we don't like our husband and wife's affection? We insist on quarreling and talking back every day." Are you happy? Sister, hold on to this 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. After saying "ridiculous" annoyed, she went to another room .

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

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

Looking at each other under the moonlight in a foreign country, no need for words to match up, the past shared together is the best dust, enough to support herbs and flowers, so the kiss became logical, and the half-dressed girl kissed him Pushing against the window, kissing from the lips to the Adam's apple, from the Adam's apple to the chest, and finally the lamb knelt down and kissed. Fireworks are in full bloom outside the window.

The floats of the old gods are spinning in front of the temple square, and the hideous ghost faces are endlessly bright and dark. "How does it feel?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Like holding a torch." Xiaohe pursed her lips. 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. Gentleness is hidden in the bottom of my heart and is not easily shown to others.

Round rounds 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 approval of the suzerain.

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

Sometimes, Chulu will feel remorse. 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 doesn't Do this, but there are always disciples who do this, and she just needs to use her pure strength to tear up the script written in their hearts.

On this day, Chulu became more and more courageous in the battle, and in the end he even defeated the big disciple whom the Soul Palace had placed high hopes on. "It's so boring, like watching children throw mud at each other." Shu Yan lay on the railing.

"Then what do you find interesting?" Xiao He asked. Shuyu thought for a while and said, "Come with me."

Shu Yu 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 the main city of Wang. "Here is..." Xiaohe was puzzled.

"Migration."

Shuyu pointed to the distance and said: "I will take you to see the migration, the migration from monkey to human." She led the three of them to the top of the cliff.

Looking down from the top of the cliff, you can see countless people. These people are naked and unkempt, and they really look like uncivilized monkeys. They wander aimlessly under the cliff until the gate is opened. After that, he slowly moved in, 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 baptism of the Great Spirit Dry Tree, become a brand new person, and live a life that could not be lived 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 crop is cut, there will be another crop. In addition, the seals of the real country and the king of the gray tomb are next to each other, and destruction is only a short time away. time, so Zhen Guo never really valued human life.”

Sitting on the cliff, looking 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 big spirit tree The vampires on the tree trunk are nothing more, the spiritual roots they plundered, I will **** them back one by one sooner or later, I will kill everyone, and return the bones and blood to the sacred tree!"

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

"Miss..."

Shu Yu 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, shivering.

"If you 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... I thought to myself. The next day passed like this.

Day 3 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 parade around the city all day long, but most of the monks who flatter them are those famous top monks. For mortals, living gods are more admired than dead gods value.

Lingzong's trial meeting is still going on, and so is Chu Lu's victory. She has won too much, and she can't even surprise people.

At night, Xiaohe occupied Lin Shouxi as always. Mu Shijing was tossing and turning, and would often walk up to them in a white silk nightgown angrily, 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.

On 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 then will the order collapse and be reconstructed, and the gods will 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."

Early in the 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 kind of omen?" Shu Yan asked.

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

Shu Yu frowned, not understanding what she was talking about, but after a while, a strong wind like yellow sand really blew past the window—a big yellow-feathered eagle passed by the window, and the feathers that fell unintentionally flipped in the air.

I was surprised.

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

I really expected Xiaohe to say something to refute her, but no, Xiaohe just dressed quietly, not knowing whether it was to please himself 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 entrance of the Holy Tree Courtyard to worship the Great Spirit Tree, and then arrive at the Dragon Lord Hall at dusk to meet the The old king who is still alive.

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.

The ones 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 is the Great Burning Sect, the first heron."

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 will still be held." It’s not as good as last year’s.”

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

"Start? What's the beginning?" Shu Yan asked, "Didn't you finish the last round of the Daoist Trial? Didn't your precious apprentice win the championship? Don't you mean that her life has just begun? Such old-fashioned words of guarding against arrogance and impetuosity? Huh, in this world, if you are arrogant and humble every day, why should you put yourself in moral shackles?" Lin Shouxi didn't speak, just stared at the competition platform.

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

Shu Yu 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 Chulu. The beauty of the world is like a mist

Yun's purple skirt and that graceful posture are all overwhelmed by it, even the old bald donkey who guards 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.

Chu Lu took it and drank it.

Chu Lu was exhausted at first, but when she drank the nectar, her complexion suddenly improved a lot—this is the elixir of the immortal rank, it has the ability to life and death human flesh and bones, it is really overkill to restore energy to Chu Lu . But Xianyuan didn't think it was a waste at all.

"Chulu, it's indeed beyond my expectation that you've made it this far," said Xianyuan. "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 doesn't give me the affection, but the master gives it to me. The family treats me as a marriage gift, but the master will give me the love." I regard it as a real apprentice, and I cannot live up to Master's expectations, so I want to win, so I won."

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

"Stupid."

Xian Yao shook his head and said, "Your family regards you as a tool for marriage, and your master treats 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 an instrument of your master." Xian Yao said coldly.

"That's my choice too." Chulu 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 they heard something wrong. "Chulu, don't be presumptuous in front of the goddess!" the elder of the Great Fenzong scolded.

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

Sister?

Shu Yu was as surprised as everyone else, 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 over six hundred years old, and younger sister who is 13 years old, the absurdity of their mother is probably not too much compared to my Dragon King father."

No one responded to her.

People were shocked by Chu Lu's invitation to fight.

Even if they are real sisters, even if Chu Lu is the leader of this Dao 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 Xianyou is the number one goddess in Zhenguo for six hundred 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 that is not because the new king is stronger than the old king, but because of the ruthless power of time.

The fairy invitation is different.

600 years of time not only left no trace on her body, but made her more mysterious and powerful. "You are thirteen years old."

The invitation said: "According to the agreement, I will use my thirteen-year-old realm to defeat you." Blood and flowers wrapped the 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, turned into a young girl of twelve or thirteen years old, delicate and immature.

At the same time.

A large brass-colored eagle circles in the sky.

It flew across the sky, and finally flew to a luxurious car. 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 showed an intoxicated expression: "Interesting, really interesting, what a pair of sisters, they actually presented such a good show to everyone today, there is no need to mention Xianyan's appearance , if this younger sister grows up a few more years, I'm afraid she will become a peerless beauty like her elder 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 become my confinement together."

This person is the Prisoner King who became famous after killing the Calamity Demon God, and is also notorious for his style. "My lord, you are no match for Xianyuan." The big yellow eagle said.

"You still need to talk nonsense?"

The Prisoner King's expression became 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 spiritual root. Soon, I will be able to bind time. Let the beauties fight with me, and I can also subdue them together!" The prisoner king's face was full of arrogance.

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

"Just wait and see... Heh, Xianyuan, I have coveted her for four hundred years, and she cannot escape."

The Prisoner King squinted his mung bean-like eyes, and when he looked down at the crowd, he saw a group of people carrying things, so he 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."

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

The 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 Gu Ciqing was alarmed because of her conflict with them.

The stage was built quickly.

The actors immediately began to act~IndoMTL.com~Suddenly, the Prisoner King slapped the chair suddenly, and said angrily: "You are worthy of acting as a calamity demon for such a waste of flesh and blood?! If others saw it, they would think it 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 in a majestic way. Hurry...quickly play the role for the Prisoner King!" play."

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. "

"Not too soon, thank you 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 shadows that the lights couldn't reach, and he said, "Don't worry, Mr. Prisoner King, I will act very similarly, and try to make adults recall Recall the awe-inspiring heroic posture of the gods in the past."