I will Bury the Gods Chapter 110: : Quiet Night Thoughts

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In the early morning, the fog on the Three Realms Mountains had cleared. Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing sat on the keel together and looked into the distance.

The ferocious giant dragon is lying on the mountain, but its posture is not majestic at all, but like a timid cat. It rests its head on the top of the mountain, and the high mountain looks like a rock against it.

Lin Shouxi gently stroked the bones under his body.

This is the first time he has had close contact with a real 'live' dragon corpse. This corpse has experienced countless battles.

"I didn't expect things to end like this." Mu Shijing sat on the keel, his legs were dangling in the air, and the skirt was blown by the morning breeze, making it dazzlingly white.

Lin Shouxi nodded. Looking at the huge dragon skeleton in front of him, he also felt that it was unreal.

The Scale Worship Festival has passed, but the dragon did not disappear with the Scale Worship Festival. It was afraid of disturbing the villagers, so it hid itself in the Three Realms Village. But this is not a long-term solution.

Lin Shouxi caressed the neck of the giant dragon, and said softly, "As expected of the Lord of the Three Realms Village, he saved many people this time."

"Of course, this deity never speaks big words."

The dragon's heart is like a huge easter egg, with many dragon scales attached to its surface. The dragon scales open and close with the beating of the heart, and the rhythm is like breathing. Its voice is also coming from there.

"It's a pity that you have grown too big now, and no one can hold you anymore." Lin Shouxi said.

"I don't want to stay here... People and dragons are not good, I want to turn back into a kitten now." Sanhuamao said helplessly.

"Didn't you dream of gaining power?" Mu Shijing said with a smile.

"Bad Son, don't make sarcastic remarks at this time, it's not convenient to use this power at all." Sanhuamao stomped its feet angrily, and the mountain trembled accordingly, making it motionless in fright.

"How about we cut this heart open and dig you out?" Mu Shijing asked.

"Don't!" Sanhuamao immediately looked at Mu Shijing's eagerness to try, as if seeing a natural enemy, "Although I don't know what will happen, it will always hurt."

"Forget it, anyway, it's very imposing now, just wait until you get used to it."

Mu Shijing counted with his fingers, and said: "The two true gods of the Minggu class have long since disappeared, and the old gods of the ancient class are either hidden or sealed, or hidden in the world. Except for them, you are now very It may be truly number one in the world.”

"How does it feel to be number one in the world?" Mu Shijing asked with a smile.

"I was very happy when I was saving people, but now I just want to change back." Sanhuamao is really not used to this kind of power that can destroy the world with just a few gestures.

Mu Shijing wanted to make fun of it, but Lin Shouxi interrupted her with a solemn expression.

"How to settle it now is indeed a big problem." He said: "The King of Cangbi will wake up, and the mountain will be more or less alert. The day of the broken wall three hundred years ago is a sworn enemy. If they know I will never let it go, even if I don’t kill it, I’m afraid it will be caught and subjected to various cruel experiments.”

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing are just cultivators who have not reached the fairyland, and they have no ability to keep it in front of the holy mountain.

"Then what should we do?" Sanhuamao trembled when he heard this.

Mu Shijing restrained her expression, she gently stroked the keel, and she didn't want it to be taken away just like that.

"Bad Son, didn't you say that I am number one in the world? Who can take away number one in the world?" Sanhuamao asked.

"Dragon pupils are divided into five colors, red, gold, purple, green, and white. Although you are living in the body of the Cangbi King, your pupils are only between red and gold...you are far from showing your full potential." The true power of the Cangbi King."

Mu Shijing sighed and said: "Now you are like a nouveau riche who got a treasure chest. You haven't found a way to open the treasure chest yet, so you have to buckle the orbs on the chest and sell them in exchange for wealth."

"..." Sanhuamao felt very desperate, thinking how even if he became a dragon, he was still such a useless dragon.

"How about this, I'll have a good talk with them, I'll tell them what I've experienced, and I promise to join the human race and help them kill the evil together... How about it?" Sanhuamao asked.

"It's useless." Mu Shijing shook his head and said, "You are too simple. Unless you can recover to the state of green pupils, you are not qualified to negotiate with Shenshan at all."

"I have become a dragon, why am I still like a little mouse."

The three-flowered cat was frustrated, and it realized that different levels encountered different opponents. It had been able to fight wits and courage with mice for a long time in the past, and what it had to face now was a top-notch cultivation of the entire human race. By.

"Lin Shouxi, you haven't spoken all this time, you must have something to do, right?" Sanhuamao trusted him more.

Watching the rising sun, Lin Shouxi finally said: "Run away."

"What?"

"Flee." Lin Shouxi repeated, "Flee to the north, run all the way, escape to a place where they can't find you, and come back when you can really control this power and protect yourself."

Sanhuamao was stunned for a while before confirming that Lin Shouxi was not joking with him. At the same time, it also realized that this might indeed be the best way.

"In this case, I will be separated from you and everyone." Sanhuamao said softly.

It is reluctant to be here. It has grown here for a year, and every flower and plant is its friend. If it leaves, and a big villain comes again, who will guard its hometown?

"Parting is for a better reunion." Mu Shijing also softened.

Of course the three-flowered cat can understand this truth, but it can't understand it for a while. It looks at the still lush mulberry tree in Sanjie Village, and it becomes more and more confused. It used to be one of its hobbies, climbing trees. Now if it climbs again Tree, I'm afraid the **** mulberry tree can be frightened by it...

The sun was slowly rising, and the darkness of the night was completely illuminated. The three of them looked at the rising sun together, silently.

In the silence, Sanhuamao recalled those memories again.

The broken city wall, the crowd fleeing in panic, the girl holding a flower pot, the fairy who rushed at him with a magic weapon... There are also tears, screams, flying flesh and blood, and a decayed body...

Once it quiets down, these memories will come back to haunt it.

This is the memory of the Cangbi King.

Now it occupies the body of the Cangbi King, and these residual images also flow in and become a part of it.

It now knows that what it crashed into was a city wall, thousands of houses were destroyed, and countless people died in this disaster——it inherited the power of the Cangbi King , and at the same time inherited its sins, these sins are like gangrene, and only death can dissolve it.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Shouxi noticed that the figure of the girl in his heart was twitching and writhing.

"No...it's okay." Sanhuamao barely suppressed the painful memories and said, "What can I do...I'm just not used to living here..."

"If you have any abnormalities, you must tell us." Mu Shijing urged.

"Got it." Sanhuamao nodded and said, "By the way, can you help me get my notebook?"

"What do you do with that?"

"Write a book."

"So hard?"

"Of course, writing books is my favorite thing, hehehe..." Sanhuamao smiled foolishly.

It knows that it just wants to find something to do, so as to distract its attention, so as not to be overwhelmed by the heavy memory of the Cangbi King... Immersing in another world may be the best choice at present.

"Alright, let's get it for you." Lin Shouxi said.

"By the way, don't flip through the manuscripts on the right shelf of the deity... especially Mr. Shengzi." Sanhuamao's voice was a little nervous.

"..." Mu Shijing narrowed his eyes, and then said lightly, "Well, I see."

Leaving the Three Realms Mountain, Lin Shouxi spread his hands to Mu Shijing and said, "Give it back to me."

"What?"

"Zhan Palace."

When beheading the Space-Time Demon God, Lin Shouxi lent her the Zhan Palace.

"This is my sword, why should I give it to you?" Mu Shijing refused to return it.

"If you don't give it to me, I will steal it." Lin Shouxi said.

The great enemy has been eliminated, if she still dares to act badly and be arrogant, her dragon catcher will not be polite.

This time, Mu Shijing was not afraid at all, she squinted her eyes, and said lightly between her red lips, "You are a dragon."

"What?" Lin Shouxi showed the same reaction as Zhong Wushi at that time.

Then, he immediately felt an invisible coercion from Mu Shijing.

The girl in black smiled lightly, her eyes revealed indifference, she was like the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons, she could bestow her own blood on any creature, and at the same time crush all races with her innate nobility.

This change is not permanent, but it also makes her invincible for a short period of time.

Lin Shouxi didn't expect her to have such a trick...

His one-sided advantage suddenly became the mutual restraint of both sides. If they want to fight again, it can be said to be truly fair.

"Are you still fighting?" Mu Shijing asked.

"Fight." Lin Shouxi said: "Give me back the sword, we can compare pure swordsmanship."

Mu Shijing hesitated for a while, and he didn't want to take too much advantage of the danger, so he really returned the sword to him. She returned it to Zhan Palace for no other reason, but because she was used to death certificates, it was easier.

"When? Where?" Mu Shijing looked solemn.

There has always been a lack of a real fateful battle between them, this is a shortcoming in her heart, if it is not made up, it will be incomplete.

"Next time." Lin Shouxi took back the sword and immediately changed his words.

"What?" Mu Shijing was murderous.

"We defeated the Space-Time Demon God yesterday, and we haven't had a good rest yet. We will fight again on another day." Lin Shouxi said without changing his expression.

"No, it has to be today!" Mu Shijing felt that he was being tricked, and his attitude was tough.

"Either choose a day, if today is the only choice, I will admit defeat directly." Lin Shouxi said lightly.

He had no intention of confronting Mu Shijing at all, and he only tricked Zhan Gong back to communicate with Xiaoyu.

Yesterday was Xiaoyu's monthly test, which should have ended long ago. I don't know why she hasn't contacted me yet. Did she lose the test... Lin Shouxi was a little worried, he hadn't seen Xiaoyu for a day and two nights.

Retrieving the sword, he immediately put his hand on the sword and connected the scabbard with his consciousness, but what he saw was nothingness and darkness.

This is... what's wrong?

He is very disturbed.

"Then choose a date." Mu Shijing saw that he was absent-minded.

Of course she would not accept such a casual confession, and agreed to fight another day.

Passing through the Sanjie Mountains, the people in the village are busy repairing their houses. Seeing them coming back, many villagers gathered around them. They thanked them and asked about the whereabouts of the Lord. They looked at each other, but Said hesitantly, the lord 'Bei Shou' went.

When they came to Sanhuamao's mansion, Lin Shouxi found a pen and paper, and was about to go out, but saw Mu Shijing rummaging around for something.

"Bookshelf...the bookshelf on the right...manuscripts..." Mu Shijing muttered softly, looking up and down.

"What are you doing? Didn't she tell you not to rummage through things?" Lin Shouxi reminded.

"No messing around." Mu Shijing said, "I'm helping her tidy up the table."

While talking, Mu Shijing grabbed a few stacks of papers and folded them up, pretending to be innocent.

When Lin Shouxi looked away, she searched secretly again, and finally found a small piece of paper under a book. However, her red lips were pursed into a line, her body trembled, and her face was frosty.

She regretted watching it...

This manuscript should have been written by Sanhuamao at home when they were about to fight Baixueling, because what was written on it was also their battle in its imagination, and some artistic processing was added to it to let them It pierced through the mountains and seas, and killed all the way from the netherworld to the heaven above the nine layers of clouds.

The first page is normal, the second page is...

Unfortunately, she was defeated on the second page. What follows is the tragic experience of the world's most beautiful woman and strong man in her manuscript after being captured by her old enemy. It is written... …come to life. If it weren't for the heroine being herself, she would still watch it with relish, but...

Mu Shijing pinched the paper until his finger bones turned white, and killing intent was everywhere in the mansion.

"What's the matter?" Lin Shouxi looked in surprise.

"It's nothing." Mu Shijing smiled softly, folded it inadvertently, and put it in his arms, thinking that he would "destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces" later when no one was there.

Lin Shouxi was also used to her moodiness, so he didn't ask.

They brought the pen and paper into the Three Realms Mountain and put them on the bones close to the heart. When Sanhuamao saw it, it was like seeing a panacea, and couldn't wait to start creating, so as to suppress the negative memory brought by the Cangbi King .

Sanhuamao also said that it intends to record what happened in the past few days to let everyone know their heroic deeds.

Lin Shouxi has no objection to this, but Mu Shijing is very concerned. She chatted with Sanhuamao alone. The content is nothing else, just let it do more artistic processing and beautify itself. Sanhuamao would rather die than follow. It means that the creation of documentary should be more serious, how can it be adapted randomly, it has a strong character.

Mu Shijing took out the stack of searched manuscripts from his bosom.

Sanhuamao was ashamed and asked Mu Shijing to keep the matter a secret. By the way, he asked her how to modify the story. Mu Shijing gave some pointers and let it create freely.

After delivering the pen and paper, Lin Shouxi went to the Demon's Nest.

Through this period of hard work, he has laid a solid foundation for the art of refining the tripod, and there is a high-grade Qingguang tripod in the Demon Nest, of course he can't miss it.

"The Devil's Nest is my territory. If you want to get something here, do you need to pay something?" Mu Shijing saw that he wanted to take the tripod, and immediately remembered his identity as the Holy Son of the Devil's Nest.

"When I achieve greatness, I can give you some pills." Lin Shouxi vowed.

"How to give it?" Mu Shijing was confused.

She has also read about the cauldron refining technique in the Devil's Nest. Refining a cauldron inside the body is no better than outside the body, and it is usually only for herself, so how can she share it with others?

Then, she remembered the title of the ancient scroll, and instantly understood.

"Get lost." Mu Shijing said coldly, "Go tell your fiancée about this."

This is an angry word for Mu Shijing, but for Lin Shouxi, it is one of the most important things to do next.

The fog in the Three Realms Mountain has gone, and the road ahead is clear. After the matter here is properly dealt with, he will embark on his return journey to find Xiaohe's whereabouts.

Mu Shijing returned to the Devil's Nest, but no one dared to stop her. She first tore down the facade of the Devil's Nest and changed it to the Guangming Sect. A detailed and just door regulation. Then she took out the black scroll and began to delve into it, hoping to find a way to help Sanhuamao.

Although Mu Shijing often teases Sanhuamao, she actually likes it very much, otherwise she wouldn't be holding it in her arms often.

Lin Shouxi, according to the records in the book, tried to refine the Qingguangding in the back mountain.

Refining the tripod into the body is no different from letting the oil perfectly blend into the water. Lin Shouxi sat for two hours, but still couldn't get it right. He gradually felt tired and wanted to give up at one point. He, his body and mind became "lazy" in exhaustion, and his breath became lifeless. At first, his body relaxed when he was sitting upright, like a god-man corpse sitting on the sky and the earth, and he would not move even when thunder struck.

This feeling coincides with Ding's state.

No wonder the person who wrote the book made the cauldron the first time he meditated until he was almost on the verge of death. .

After entering this state, the world was empty, and Lin Shouxi's consciousness was only the tripod that spewed snowflakes. They sat opposite each other, as if discussing the Tao and meditating, and also seemed to exchange souls.

Boom——

The wind and snow in the back mountain of the magic nest suddenly disappeared.

Because Qingguangding no longer spews snowflakes.

It seems to have lost its soul and become dim.

At the same time, what appeared in the qi pill in Lin Shouxi's body was no longer the shadow of the tripod, but a real tripod with clear details.

The cold caught off guard, and Lin Shouxi sat on the rock with his lips, his eyebrows and hair were covered with frost in an instant, and his lips were pursed into blades.

Fortunately, he was well prepared.

He took out half a bottle of 'Yuye Pill', took out one and swallowed it, and adjusted his breathing, but for some reason, this bottle of Jiyuhehuansan, which had saved Xiaohe, had no effect!

What's going on? Has it expired, or...

Lin Shouxi was unable to think, and he relied on his spiritual will to fight against the cold. When it was extremely cold, he even felt as if his air pills were about to be frozen.

He held on for a long time.

When he regained consciousness, Mu Shijing sat behind him at some point, pressing his hands on his back.

The girl's eyebrows are also full of frost and snow.

She helped herself again.

"Don't be too moved, if something happens to you, the battle of the old enemy will not be completed, and my Dao heart will not be able to fill the gap."

When Mu Shijing spoke ~IndoMTL.com~ the icicles on his lips fluttered, making the exposed lips even more crystal clear.

They all know very well that this statement may make sense, but the main reason is definitely not the case.

Lin Shouxi still wrote about her seriously, but Mu Shijing didn't take it seriously, turned around and went back to the hall, saying that he wanted to rest.

She washed her body with warm water, put on new clothes and lay down on the bed to take a nap. For some reason, she tossed and turned, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

So upset, she took out the manuscript and read it while lying on the bed.

The girl was covered with a quilt, her long dry and black hair was loose, her cold eyes swept across the pages of the book, but her expression kept changing, her originally cold body became hot, and her snow-white cheeks also turned into two patches of blush. color. She bent her legs and bit her lips. At first, she turned the pages with both hands. After a while, she didn't know if it was because of the cold weather, but she also carefully retracted her right hand into the quilt.

Mu Shijing changed into new clothes after getting up.

This time she changed into a knee-length black dress, ink-dyed ice silk stockings, and soft boots with a pair of black pointed-toed shoes. The tall and straight girl looked even more youthful and beautiful. After changing into a skirt, she looked much softer.

At night, they went back to Sanjie Mountain to accompany Sanhuamao.

Sanhuamao has been writing hard for a day, and has written more than 100,000 words with the technique of thinking. Although the plot has not advanced too much, its creative spirit is really admirable.

Only Sanhuamao knows that it doesn't dare to stop, because once it stops, it is likely to be swallowed by the memory of the Cangbi King and become a raging bad dragon again...

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing didn't notice its strangeness.

They lay on the keel together and looked at the starry sky.

Lin Shouxi put his hand on the sword from time to time.

But on the other side of Zhan Palace, Xiaoyu never responded.