Five hundred years have passed, and even if Mr. Gong is almost destroyed, he can still remember his life clearly.

He had no parents for as long as he could remember, his childhood was spent in a small, dirty valley cave, and at the age of five, he was taught to pick up a knife and cut the corpses of some evil beasts far larger than himself, and he soaked in the blood of beasts every day, and the thick blood poured a fishy and pungent coat on him, and it was difficult to break the stones...

They were guarded by a group of violent people, who had to endure the beatings and scolding of their guards every day, and almost every day someone died, and there were children who gathered in private to discuss escape, but never succeeded, and almost every child who escaped would be caught that night, and then the corpse that had been tortured to the point of not being human would be hung at the mouth of the cave as a warning.

Over time, no child dared to make friends, they were like a bunch of mutes, silent every day, numbly doing the tasks assigned by the caretaker.

He didn't know what he was doing, who he was doing it for, but every day when he saw the corpses of those giant beasts, the despair in his heart would grow deeper and deeper - such terrible beasts would turn into cold corpses, and he would be nothing more than an ant that could be crushed to death at any moment.

He began to wait for his death when he was five years old.

Not disappointed by his wait, the scythe of death was brandished in the winter of that year.

On that day, a giant elephant-like scaly beast was brought in, with a triangular head and tightly locked scales, full of dragon features, the corpse was cut by him and three other children, but he did not expect that the giant beast was not dead.

As he plunged the serrated dagger into its eyes, its dilated pupils suddenly focused, and its head thrashed out, letting out a sharp wail, his ears were bleeding, his eardrums were almost shattered, and his bony body was thrown up and slammed to the ground, he inhaled in pain, and only felt that his spine was deformed, but he was considered 'lucky', and when he came back to his senses, the three children beside the giant beast had been crushed into a pool of blurred flesh and blood.

The beast stood up, and it let out a heart-wrenching groan, and instead of coming towards him, it ran out of the cavern. Instead of being afraid, he was looking forward to its escape, as if it could prove that this was not really a death row.

But the beast was quickly returned, and when it returned, its head had been severed. That day, he had an unprecedented fever, fainted several times, and when he closed his eyes, he could see countless evil beasts staring at him in dark corners, as if they were all of his kind, and he cut open their bodies, waiting for them to tear themselves apart.

The time of death had not come, and when he opened his eyes, the people in the cave had already gone...... He was probably being treated like a corpse.

That night, with great difficulty, he got up and came to the side of the beast, and instead of the joy of the rest of his life, he grabbed the sword and tried to plunge it into his neck, cutting off his life, and death was a relief for him. He sat there for a long time, until hunger rushed over his tired body, and he gasped for breath, and thrust his knife into the beast's body with his backhand, cutting off its raw flesh and devouring it.

If this behavior is discovered, he will be executed, but he doesn't care about anything, although he has a sense of hunger after eating the raw flesh of the giant beast, but in exchange for a severe abdominal pain, this pain is like a fluke, he struggled on the ground for half the night, almost every trace of sweat in his pores secreted clean.

It was also on this night that he truly felt his presence as a human being.

The high fever and abdominal pain receded when the morning sun rose, he was lucky to survive, from that day on, he no longer waited for death, but wanted to live, in order to survive, he often began to steal meat, and later he was even more dissatisfied with raw meat, and even began to drill the fire to roast, he did not dare to make an open fire for a long time, so he could only wrap the meat in the leaves, stuff it into the center of the extinguished bonfire, and wait for it to be roasted.

It didn't take long for his actions to be discovered.

It was not the caretaker who found him, but another child, who always remembered the child's empty eyes, and he stared straight ahead, without saying a word.

He gave the meat to the child and begged him to keep it a secret, but the child seemed to have lost the ability to speak, but only took a bite of the meat, and when the smell of the meat accompanied by the fat spilled into his mouth, the child suddenly began to cry, and he was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth to prevent the cry from being heard.

The child died the next day, and the cause of death was that the meat he had stolen was found - it turned out that the child was reluctant to finish the meat last night, and hid half of it, wanting to eat it tomorrow, but the smell of the meat attracted the caretaker, and he was beaten to death, and he cried non-stop before he died, and the reason why he cried did not seem to be because he was going to die, but because he did not have time to finish the meat.

This scene almost encapsulates his gray memories of standing with countless children, numbly watching his companions die, and the sunlit world is black and white, with only shadows and no color.

From that day on, he never ate meat again, not because he was timid, but because after that day, it was no longer a giant beast that was sent in, but a group of strange people.

Some of them had horns, some were covered with scales, and he had even seen misshapen wings, they were not like people, they were more like salvaged demons, their bodies still remnants of the world, and their souls had returned to the netherworld.

This is real mental torture, especially when he tears their clothes and sees the eyes growing from their bodies, even if he is already numb, he still feels like his scalp is exploding.

Many of the children went crazy, and one night in the summer, more than a dozen children ran to the edge of the cliff together, holding hands, singing a song in unison that they had never heard before, and then jumped off the cliff to commit suicide.

The caretaker looked at all this numbly, unconcerned about their death, but no one expected that this strange song would attract the devil.

That day, the mountain was shrouded in gray mist, and in the gray mist, a large and vague figure slowed down, like the sun during a solar eclipse, the only difference was that it was surrounded by tentacles, and it changed from the sun to a sunflower.

The usual fierce guards let out a scream of madness, they held their heads, and fled in all directions, but the gray mist was like a plague, and they could not escape from it, and one by one tumors grew out of their bodies and devoured their flesh.

There is no shortage of masters in this mountain that hides the corpses of countless giant beasts, in the past, they were wrapped in robes and masks, mysterious and powerful, even the Dapeng birds in the sky could not escape their siege, he once saw a white-faced master kill three lions, the tide of sword light deeply shocked him, at that time, he felt that these people had long been out of the category of people, they were the conquerors of this world.

Until the evil gods come.

These skilled masters had no strength to resist, and they were hung upside down and hung on a tree.

Many children who had been stiff for two or three years could not support it after seeing the death of the guard, and trembled and drew their knives and stabbed them in their mouths, but he did not, he felt more relaxed than ever.

This is the devil in the eyes of the world, but it is his savior.

This idea was later fulfilled...... After the gray mist gradually dissipated, a group of strange people came to the mountain, they had handsome faces, simple and clean clothes, and carried swords, they were the cultivators who were alarmed by the vision and came to investigate.

Hundreds of people in the mountains were almost dead and wounded, and only seven children, including him, survived, and these children had a common characteristic: they had suffered ear injuries and hearing problems.

The children were sent to Mt. Shinshou, where they were confined in a building and restrained before being released a month later.

During this month, they were treated well, and there was meat in the rice, but at first, no children dared to use chopsticks, because in their cognition, eating meat would be beaten to death. He was the first to eat meat, and he ate it skillfully, and when the other children saw that he had not been beaten, they finally followed suit.

In the years that followed, the light came in, and although his origins made him see him as an outlier, he finally began to live freely.

It took him about two years to gradually get out of the shadow of the mountains, re-understand the world, and gradually converge with ordinary people. The person who took care of him asked him about his plans in the future, and he said without hesitation that he wanted to join the Sacred Mountain and become an immortal who killed demons.

The entrance exam to the mountain was very harsh, but he passed unexpectedly, he didn't have any magic foundation, he just relied on a strong physique—a blessing in disguise, this body was actually forged by soaking in the blood of beasts for many years.

The evil god is a taboo in the sacred mountain, he has met the evil god, although he is lucky not to die, but after all, it is a hidden danger, most of the door masters think that he should be sent to the Ten Thousand Turbidity Hall, guarded by people for life, when he is lost, a crisp voice sounds:

"Come to our door, Master is willing to keep you."

He looked up and saw a girl of the same age, standing high on a cliff, pointing at him from afar, she was knitting a beautiful whip, and her blue skirt was dancing in the spring breeze.

It was the first time he had seen her.

He stood at the foot of a patio-like cliff and watched her eyes from afar, as a mighty wind descended from the sky and enveloped him. As a young man, he decided to record this scene and never forget it until he died.

Later, he became her junior brother, and his daily task was to help her with her homework, and she would help him with her homework better in order to help him better help her with her homework.

Not only that, even if it was his name, she helped take it.

When he was in the mountains, he would die at any time, his name had no meaning, and after leaving the mountains, the children who were taken out only had a number, and his number was three.

"From now on, your name shall be Song."

"Song? Is it a celebration of kindness? ”

"It's not."

Senior Sister Qingskirt didn't explain more, but soon, he understood. The senior sister didn't give him a surname, but because he helped the senior sister all day long, many people also acquiesced to his surname-Gong.

Senior sister's name is Gong Ying, so he is called Gong Song, which sounds like a good tacit understanding. In the past two years, his food has been improved, he has gotten rid of his skinny appearance, and gradually has the unique elegance and handsomeness of a teenager, so many people jokingly call him the child husband of his senior sister. He always laughed at this statement, and whenever he woke up from a dream in the middle of the night, when the despair in the deep cave overwhelmed him, he would cherish the life in front of him more and more, and dare not ask for more luxury.

In fact, if it weren't for that trip to the Northland, they wouldn't be in love, and he wrote a diary of the story outside the real country about that trip to the Northland, and the first sentence of this diary, which is still preserved in the Sacred Guard, has shocked many cultivators: The world is an ice hockey.

……

The interior of Vena is like a cosmic galaxy that has been cut, with countless bands of light flowing silently, like fluorescent sand grains that converge, flowing endlessly, giving people a silky and silky visual sense.

At the top of the center of this interior, a huge whirlpool turns, and from a distance, its rotation is slow, and the texture resembles a raging cloud.

The green dress and the white dress floated under the whirlpool, like two stardust in the void.

They were all silent, and they both knew that the other was reminiscing about the past in silence.

None of them bothered anyone.

Outside this world that belongs to them alone, this silent Vena world, Lin Shouxi, who is covered in blood, is still fighting monsters.

He stabbed his sword into the neck of a giant human, ran around his body, slashed off the giant skull, and flew over the bridge of bones to the last mountain.

This is the peak of rage.

There are dozens of craters on the peaks, which are constantly spewing smoke and molten lava, and the surface of the peaks is so hot that it can bake pig iron red. Guarding the place was a red troll, its body always in the shape of a thick triangle, connected by rocks like a heavy armor, the flames that filled the cracks in the stones were its bone joints, it had no legs, and its lower body was made of flames, resembling a ghost.

As soon as Lin Shouxi stepped on this mountain peak, the stone monster that symbolized the rage smashed it with his fist, and the moment the giant fist burst out, the tip of the fist rubbed against the air, and even formed a white sound cone—in terms of pure strength, it was the strongest among the seven peaks.

Its body was huge, Lin Shouxi could not avoid it, and the figure blocked by the horizontal sword was smashed away with a punch, directly returning to the peak where the giant's bones were not cold, and the body smashed directly into the mountain wall.

This is a fight all the way, and it is also a process in which Lin Shouxi constantly challenges the bottom line of his body.

He could now hear the screeching of bones as a warning to stop fighting. Lin Shouxi turned a deaf ear, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed the bone of his left arm, and straightened the somewhat twisted arm bone, and he pulled his body out of the mountain peak.

Blood poured down from his scattered black hair and ran down his pale cheeks, and he looked up at the flaming troll, pulling the vibrating Cham Palace out of the mountain and leaping over again.

The Cham Palace reflects the fire that fills the heavens and the earth, and also exudes an ominous red.

The armor-like stone monster was the embodiment of rage, and it looked at the tiny challenger, roaring in anger as it threw its fists at him again, trying to crush his thin body to pieces. The stone monster has a lot of momentum, and Lin Shouxi can't make a detour at all, so he can only meet its fist head-on.

There is an old saying in Lin Shouxi's hometown, 'It is easy to shake the mountain, but it is difficult to shake the mountain', and now that he is at the end of the crossbow, how can he shake this flaming mountain god?

The huge fist swung down, smashing out one deep pit after another on the ground, Lin Shouxi dodged left and right in it, the blood on his body continued to evaporate due to the high temperature, the white mist was shrouded, and his face became more and more iron, gradually losing his strength, even if he broke into his middle door a few times, Zhan Gong could not pierce into this body, and could only leave a few white marks on its chest.

Is that all......

Lin Shouxi's desperate breath gradually dried up, and he found that this mountain-like giant monster had no eyes, neck, or heart, and there was no fatal point at all, unless he could smash its body with one punch, otherwise there would be no chance of victory.

Boom –

A simple and high-speed straight punch slammed, this time, Lin Shouxi couldn't dodge, his body was smashed directly into an erupting crater, although he used his true qi in time to open the defensive shield, but his body was still burned, he held the sword again, and when he flew out of the billowing smoke, his shirt had been burned to pieces, and the remnants of magma flowed through his tense muscle lines, making his body full of steel-like beauty.

Compared to this monster, he is the real bloody Shura in hell.

The stone monster floated towards him and raised his fist again.

At the moment of life and death, a figure flashed in Lin Shouxi's mind again, and at the end of the picture, it was still Xiao He's smile in the red window on a rainy night, and he remembered her prophecy about being eighteen years old again, and he was going to walk into that prophecy!

The stone monster's giant fist rushed at high speed, and the flames on the tips of the fists turned into distorted faces, like lion faces, and they erupted in unison with a terrifying roar and scream, which resounded through the universe.

It was also at this moment that Lin Shouxi found its weakness - it had no feet.

No feet means an unstable down.

At this moment, Lin Shouxi did not lift the Zhan Palace, he was negative yin and yang, his mind was calm and quiet, his strength was like opening a bow, his spine was like a dragon, and the moment the giant fist smashed the door above, his figure moved at the same time, the force was from the middle of the spine, the palms overlapped, the movements were soft and vigorous, and the true qi between the palms was stirred, and the flame lion face was blown away in an instant, this is a cloud hand, which seems to be soft, if it falls on the human body, the power is even more divisive!

The stone monster's fist was stuck like this, and then, Lin Shouxi's waist drove his body to rotate, and with the help of force, he actually turned the body of the boulder with him.

He swirled its body like a whip like never before, the wind whined, and the thunder of his palms as it dispersed, and the stone monster flew out of the air and smashed into the sea of fire below, swallowed up by the sea of lava, and disappeared without a trace.

Lin Shouxi closed his fist.

Instead of looking at his own results, he continued to walk forward.

Chu Yingchan's curse mark is urgent, if he arrives a moment late, it may be the difference between life and death.

He walked through the reincarnation peak and came to the outside of the palace.

Luo Chu'e stood in the palace, looking at him from afar, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Lin Shouxi's performance is far better than she imagined, but what can this change? Mortals have exhausted their strength just by walking into the presence of God.

She didn't care about the death of those subordinates at all, she just quietly watched Lin Shouxi's arrival.

"If I stop here, how can you get by?" Luo Chu'e said with a smile.

Lin Shouxi didn't speak again, every inch of his muscles were trembling, but he still pulled out his sword, and the tip of the sword swaying lightly in the wind screamed endlessly.

Luo Chu'e just chuckled, her smile full of mockery: "After you become a witch, what name should I change for you?" Do you prefer the tide of the tide, the sunset, or the dawn of the morning? ”

……

"I think the dawn of the dawn is a little better." The woman in the blue dress named Gong Ying spoke, breaking the calm in the void.

"Then I prefer the sunset." Gong Song also smiled.

"There's really something wrong with your aesthetics, but fortunately I didn't listen to you at the beginning, so I changed the language to Yu."

"Yes...... Xiaoyu later said that he preferred feathers. ”

"What does Xiaoyu understand......

The woman in the green skirt shook her head, her lips trembled slightly, and she said: "Okay, you haven't reached the time to be liberated now, this young man should have reunited with his lover and lived a life of debauchery, and now you have forcibly lured him here and made him suffer so much, if there is no gift to give, how can you not say it?" ”

Gong Ying looked at him with a smile and continued, "This was originally my disciple, but in the past, when I was in Shenshou Mountain, you often helped me substitute for teaching, and now ......"

Bite one's tongue.

"Hmm."

The man in white nodded slightly, his sleeves spread out like clouds, and he said softly, "I'll help Senior Sister take the last lesson." ”

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Introduction: Kunlun Snow Palace, there were immortals who said, the deceased are displaced, and the living are not released. Once the soul is gone, it will be the same as the grass. The corpse is reborn and wanders away from the world, which should not be tolerated by the hundred doors of the immortal family, and the corpse demon will be ambushed. On this day, the young man woke up from the coffin, his blood was dry and his bones were cold, and he was a hundred years old when he opened his eyes. A tear of an immortal, a long look, can solve a dream. Don't cultivate longevity, cultivate mortal death, don't seek hatred for eternal sorrow, only wish this life to be old and gentle, and Baiyun will not envy the fairy country.