He sat cross-legged, his divine sense probed into Mi Kei, searched in a pile of pills, to no avail, with his right hand, a red bone appeared on his open palm, he knew that he couldn't last long, although the pill he swallowed indiscriminately just now won him a short period of lucidity, but he clearly knew that this was just a return to the light, because this could not prevent the spread of toxins, but only briefly increased the excitement of the body, and stimulated the meridians of the body with the greatest strength, so that he could barely hold back here, if it was placed in normal times, he would definitely be in pain at this time。

Earlier, I had seen in ancient books that the rune bone of the thief could be used to detoxify, and I didn't know if this rune bone could be poisoned by the underworld, but now, he can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

He put the red talisman bone on his chest, and drew the Origin Fire from between his outstretched hands to carefully refining, he was neither an alchemist nor a refiner, at this time, there was no other way but this.

The red rune bone slowly melted under the sacrifice of the origin fire, turning into a slap of red liquid from the chest into Xiao Cong's body drop by drop, although he knew that the heart had already been infested with toxins, but he still had to let it enter from the chest, in case this thief immortal liner's rune bone really worked for this, this move might be able to pull him back from the moment when his life was hanging by a thread.

But the result was still disappointing, not only could the rune bone not restrain the poison of the Immortal Snake at all, but was devoured by it.

Xiao Cong, who had nothing to do, suddenly lay on his back on the ground, a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth and slowly flowed into his neck, he was angry, motionless, he thought that after so many strange things, he would not die, he must be a man of destiny, he did not expect that in the end he would die tragically in this inaccessible sunset mountain range, let his body decay in this dead tree hole covered with hidden shadows and hidden rest arrays, until it rotted into a dry bone, and no one may know, if thousands of years later, someone accidentally entered this tree hole, will they know that this is the only Xiao Cong of the Xiao family who was famous for a whileNo, he won't, he'll just feel like it's a commonplace loser as well.

Oh, that's a joke to think about!

Thinking that he Xiao Cong has been wise for half a lifetime, and he will disappear today, he doesn't feel sad, but there is a kind of relaxation, he hasn't had a good rest for a long time.

"Little Doll ......"

A voice rang out in his heart, deep and so clear, but he turned a deaf ear, he thought it was probably a pre-death auditory hallucination as the book said.

The voice continued:

"You are the Xiao family, I am willing to save you, but you have to promise me one thing. ”

Xiao Cong still didn't respond, because he felt drowsy and didn't have the energy to listen to this distant voice.

"I know that you are the poison of the Underworld, and there is no antidote to this poison, but I am willing to use my life to remove the poison for you, you just need to promise me one thing, you have many friends and relatives to accompany you, and it is a great happiness to live, besides, this matter should not be difficult for you. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Cong couldn't help but think of his father, master, and Steward Qin, and he even thought of Xingliu

Yun, Leng Xiaofeng, Ouyang Xun and Yuwen Fengdu, that sense of ease disappeared anymore, so he responded with his divine sense and said "um" softly.

"Okay, I'll save you, as for what is going on, it's all in this branch, I believe you are a trustworthy Xiao family. ”

A piece of tender green branches and leaves manifested above the tree hole, and slowly floated to Xiao Cong's side, the surrounding wooden walls grew a line of tender green vines, Xiao Cong tightly embraced, the next moment, some of these vines gradually turned black, some more and more tender green, Xiao Cong's body was wrapped in a faint white light flickering, about half a cup of tea after the effort, the white light disappeared, the vines all withered, Xiao Cong's face returned to normal, even the blood that was pasted on his face and neck before was gone.

His eyelashes moved slightly, and he woke up slowly, rubbing his eyes vigorously, feeling as if he was in a dream, and a voice in the dream said to save him, but whether it was saved or not, he didn't know, he didn't even know where he was now, because he was surrounded by withered vines, and it was no longer what he remembered before.

"Is this heaven?or hell?" he muttered to himself.

He dragged down the withered vine wrapped around his body and threw it aside, and after repeating it a few times, he saw that there was a branch and leaf under him that was as green as new, he reached out and carefully picked it up, and put it in front of his eyes to observe it carefully.

"It wasn't a dream, it was real, and I wasn't dead yet. The tone was light, and I couldn't hear the slightest sense of surprise.

Slowly, he put the branch against the center of his eyebrows, gently closed his eyes, a picture slowly appeared in the sea of thoughts, and when the picture was clear enough, he saw a two-foot-high mulberry tree growing on a fertile field, and then looked closely, he saw a silkworm wriggling on the mulberry tree, the silkworm was snow-white, and it was lying on a palm-sized mulberry leaf.

Time and space flew by faster, and he didn't know what place it was, because no matter how time changed, there were always large mulberry leaves growing on the mulberry tree, and silkworms were always lying on the mulberry leaves.

About a hundred years later, when the mulberry tree has grown to nearly a foot high, the silkworm finally formed a cocoon, the cocoon is stuck on the branches of the mulberry tree, hidden in the dense mulberry leaves, time is still flowing quietly, everything around is silent, if it is not for the taller and thicker branches of the mulberry tree, all this is eternal.

I don't know how many years have passed, it seems to be a long time away, and it is also very long, when the mulberry tree grows to ten zhang high, a moth finally breaks out of the cocoon, flies up after several struggles, and then falls back to the mulberry tree has a large mulberry leaf, the moth grows very beautiful, she is colorful, there are long and curved tentacles in front of the forehead, very charming, there are purple pupils on the face, the slender body inexplicably shows a little squeamishness, the wings are like carefully trimmed paper-cuts, but it looks as light as cicada wings, I don't know why, Xiao Cong saw that at this time he faintly felt a few joys from the old mulberry tree in the picture, he knew that this was not an illusion。

Since then, this beautiful moth has been with the old mulberry tree (perhaps for them, such years are still very young, but in Xiao Cong's opinion, the span of this time and space is indeed a bit large), until one day, an uninvited guest who looks like a praying mantis came to the fertile field and cut it down

The old mulberry tree and took the moth away. Xiao Cong clearly felt the endless sorrow from the picture, he knew that this was still not an illusion, and he also knew that this endless sorrow came from the old mulberry tree and the moth in the picture, because in the confession of the longest love in the company, the generation of feelings is an involuntary flow.

In the course of many years, new shoots finally sprouted from the low stump, and grew to the point where the moth was taken away, and it rose from the ground, took its roots as its feet, and left the fertile field.

The picture suddenly turned, turning to a mountain range, Xiao Cong knew that this was the Sunset Mountain Range, and the scene presented in the picture was no longer an old tree and a moth, but became the uninvited guest who looked like a praying mantis before, Xiao Cong didn't know whether it was a beast or a demon, but it was certain that it had become the biggest ruler in the Sunset Mountain Range.

And when all the beasts gathered to crown it, standing beside it turned out to be a moth full of sorrow, her appearance was not much provenance from when she was taken away before, but the two long and curved tentacles on her forehead suddenly felt as if they were drooping, and the charm was completely lost, and the wings as thin as cicada wings were also dull.

Xiao Cong didn't know how the old mulberry tree knew this, maybe when all this happened, it was watching nearby, watching his beloved moth being imprisoned in an invisible cage, tortured and tormented by his soul.

Later, a person appeared in the picture, who was brought to the mantis by an ancient beast from the periphery of the mountain range, this person built a mausoleum for it, and arranged a series of magic circles in the mausoleum, Xiao Cong was dumbfounded when he saw this, this person turned out to be a Xiao family!

Later, the Xiao family died, and a member of the Zhuge family came, he arranged a series of mechanisms for the praying mantis in the mausoleum, and also died here, the magic circle arranged here by the Xiao family is to prevent others, and the organs arranged by the Zhuge family are to prevent the Xiao family, so that the balance is just right.

Later, in a battle, the praying mantis killed his opponent, but he was seriously wounded and dying, and after his death, his relatives buried him in a mausoleum that had already been repaired, accompanied by the moth that was buried alive.

The picture came to an abrupt end here, and the things that the old mulberry tree entrusted to Xiao Cong couldn't be clearer, because he was a Xiao family, and he was also a Xiao family member who could cultivate, and he was the only one in this forest who could bring out the old mulberry tree's beloved moth.

The low, old but unusually clear voice sounded again,

"Little doll, I have transferred my millions of years of cultivation to you, although after more than 100,000 years of erosion, there is not much left, but it is still a great gift for you, presumably in a short period of time your cultivation will reach the Star Picking Realm, his mausoleum is under this wood, when the time comes, take me to her tomb, whether dead or alive, take her out, if she is still alive, make my body into a loom and give it to her, if she is dead, make me into a coffin, bury her under my roots, please." ......”

The voice disappeared in the increasingly faint and faint, Xiao Cong opened his eyes, gently took the branch away from his forehead, and sighed for a long time,

"Ask what is the situation in the world, the straight teach people to promise life and death, don't worry, senior, Xiao Cong is fighting for this life, and he will definitely bring her out, whether it is dead or alive. ”

(End of chapter)