The wind swept by, the bonfire jumped out of the wall, the tail of the three-flowered cat stood up like a flagpole, and all the fur exploded in an instant.

In the mournful meow of the cat, Lin Shouxi and Gong Yu walked back from the cave.

"What's wrong?" Gong Yu immediately asked.

"Laugh, she's laughing!" The three-flowered cat pointed at the corpse and yelled.

Lin Shouxi frowned, leaned down to look at the half of the corpse, the withered lips of the girl emperor were calm as usual, where did he smile. The three-flowered cat trembled and looked closer, but she didn't see her laughing, and her heart was shocked.

"It's you who is alone with a cat, it's scary." Gong Yu couldn't find anything unusual, she said: "You are now the king of Cangbi, you can't be so cowardly." ”

"No, it's not! The deity is not timid. The three-flowered cat killed the demon for a year, and its courage was no longer what it used to be, and it was so anxious that it walked around, constantly justifying: "But I saw it, I really saw her laughing...... I saw it. ”

"Are you sure you're not dazzled?" Gong Yu asked.

"I ......"

The three-flowered cat scratched its fluffy triangular ears and kept walking around, unable to figure out the answer for a while.

If the shock is excessive, it is common to see dazzling eyes......

"Maybe......"

While the cat's hesitation was still there, it glanced at the half of the corpse again, and this time, it clearly saw that the corner of the corpse's right lip slowly provoked an arc, contemptuous and defiant.

The three-flowered cat hurriedly pointed to the emperor's corpse and kept yelling, urging everyone to take a look, but when they turned around, the smile disappeared again.

Gong Yu and Lin Shouxi were confused by the surprise of the three-flowered cat...... What happened to the cat? Crazy?

"You believe me, she's really laughing, she's really laughing......" For the first time, the three-flowered cat felt that the language was so pale and weak, and it tried to explain, but it couldn't explain anything.

No one believes in it.

Mu Shijing also walked out of the cave, she held the wall with one hand, hooked the red embroidered shoes back to the jade feet with the other, the girl's legs were slightly bent inward, the hem of the red dress was arranged, and she walked out slowly with trembling legs, and asked suspiciously: "What happened?" ”

Sanhua Cat hurriedly told what he had seen and heard.

"I believe in you." Mu Shijing said.

Sanhuamao's eyes lit up and she hurriedly asked, "Really?" Does His Highness really believe in me? ”

"Of course." Mu Shijing picked it up.

Sanhua Cat thought to herself, she didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Holy Son was the most reliable at the critical moment, she really misunderstood her before, but without waiting for Sanhua Cat to show her loyalty, Mu Shijing put it close to her ears and said softly: "Thank you little Sanhua for helping my sister out of the siege." ”

When Sanhua Cat heard this, her ears were pulled down again - it turned out that His Royal Highness the Holy Son didn't believe it either, she thought that she was startled, and she was leading Lin Shouxi and Gong Yu away to help her out of the siege.

His Royal Highness the Holy Son is too self-inflicted, and the deity is too late to see the excitement......

Mu Shijing felt the loss of the Sanhua cat, rubbed its head, and said, "If Xiao Sanhua is really afraid of this corpse, I will take you back to the heart of the King of Cangbi to sleep, it is warm there." ”

"Don't!"

But the three-flowered cat mustered up the courage, clenched the cat's paws, and said angrily: "The deity is going to stare at her tonight, stare at her all night, and see if she is still smiling!" ”

So on this snowy night, the three-flowered cat sat in front of the emperor's half-corpse and squatted all night.

Similarly, I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, tonight, in the palace of Chang'an, the cries of the courtiers also sounded, and the news of the young emperor's death would spread throughout Chang'an in the early morning of the next day.

Since the recovery of true qi sixty years ago, with the growing ranks of cultivators, the emperor's authority has been shaken day by day, half a year ago, the saying of destroying saints in the world has been spreading, but too many things have happened in the middle, and the vitality of the martial arts has been greatly damaged, and he has no time to take care of himself.

Now, before the major sects were destroyed, the emperor who was only a teenager who was forcibly put on the throne died.

The emperor was sick and died, he was mad, and he always said that there was dirt in the palace and wanted to covet his throne, and after this madness reached the extreme, he gave himself a white silk and strangled himself with the white silk with his own hands.

It was almost impossible to strangle oneself with white silk, but the emperor was worthy of the emperor, and he did it in his madness.

When the national teacher heard the news of the emperor's death, he just hummed lightly and asked the envoy to retreat.

In the dark.

Si Duxue walked out, the snow-white foxtail was spreading, and the gait was curling Nana.

"I thought you'd shed two tears, but I didn't expect you to be too lazy to pretend."

Si Duxue's nine fox tails were bent, and her jade legs were staggered, and she sat directly in her huge and soft fox tail, like nesting in a suspended chair.

The First World War in Chang'an City has long since ended.

Si Duxue and Lin Qiuyi fought to a draw, this tie was not an equal in the realm, but that neither of them could really kill anyone.

After devouring the Dao Fruit, Si Duxue not only resurrected the nine tails, but also the nine fox tails also turned into the purest and most holy snow-white color, her long hair was like a burning flame in the snow, when she sat reclining, she was not like a goddess, but more like a demon king.

Lin Qiuyi ignored Si Duxue's cynicism, he only said calmly: "The emperor is dead." ”

This emperor is not the other emperor.

Si Duxue was silent for a moment, she thought back to the golden Netherworld Dao Fruit, and let out a sneer that was fooled by fate, she asked, "Did you expect this three hundred years ago?" Or have you been waiting for today? ”

"Well, I also got a holy oracle, three hundred years ago." Lin Qiuyi.

"What's written on it?" Si Duxue asked immediately.

"Tonight is the eve of the truth, you don't have to be in such a hurry to know the answer." Lin Qiuyi said.

……

A light snow fell outside the cave, and the light snow drowned out the traces of the black dragon's visit.

The three-flowered cat stared at it all night, staring at the cat's pupils scattered and covered with bloodshots.

The half of the girl's body never moved again.

The three-flowered cat finally couldn't bear it, and fell asleep in Mu Shijing's arms, Mu Shijing carried it out, stuffed it back into the heart of the king of Cangbi, and let it rest.

Gong Yu and Lin Shouxi also reached a consensus, the corpse itself was not of much significance, and the black dragon might just want to tell them that the emperor was dead.

"If the emperor dies, can we go back?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Not necessarily."

Gong Yu shook his head lightly and said, "What if this is a trap...... What's more, my injuries are far from healing. ”

"Is the Ancestor Qi Pill broken?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"There are no qi pills in the realm of people and gods, only the sea of qi, and that battle almost wiped out my sea of qi." Gong Yu smiled, as if she was just talking about something inconsequential, her eyes rolled, she smiled softly, and asked, "Master cares so much about the apprentice, does he want to use your inner ding to heal the apprentice?" ”

"I don't have that much power." Lin Shouxi said softly.

Gong Yu smiled, but he didn't force him to do anything...... She seemed to like the feeling of slowly adjusting to her father.

The bonfire goes out and the sun rises.

The veil of mystery that the night bestowed on the girl's body has been torn away.

The naked empress exposed to the sun was extremely beautiful, and the tiara pattern on her lower abdomen was still shining, but she was already a withered petal, and she could no longer emit the slightest fragrance.

Giving a night to this corpse, Gong Yu thought that he had given enough respect.

After confirming that she didn't have any life, Gong Yu didn't worry about it anymore, she took out the eye-catching corpse and threw it to Mu Shijing to take care of.

Mu Shijing, who was still wearing a wedding dress, had the illusion that her husband had been robbed of her husband and returned the money, she was very aggrieved, and her annoyance had nowhere to vent, so she used the corpse of this half girl as a sandbag, and smashed it with her fist.

With its unimaginable flexibility and elasticity, this body of the primeval dragon's breath is the perfect sandbag.

Mu Shijing punched hundreds of punches in a row, and his mood was much brighter.

The sunlight shone into the carved pupils of the corpse, and the pale pupils reflected Mu Shijing's appearance.

Mu Shijing was intoxicated by his appearance and wanted to see it more realistically.

She leaned down and stared into her pupils.

I don't know if it's an illusion, in the depths of the glazed pupils, Mu Shijing faintly saw the back of the girl in the black dress standing on the top of the mountain, the back is fleeting, like the yellow sand passing between the fingers of thousands of years.

Inside the cave.

Gong Yu handed the note to Lin Shouxi and asked him to continue reading.

The story has reached the eve of the journey to the north.

The handwriting is like frost on the page.

After keeping vigil all night last night, Gong Yu was also a little tired, before Lin Shouxi began to recite the content of the notes, she turned sideways and gently lay on Lin Shouxi's thighs.

The wind and snow of the Northland drifted into her dreams.

There were three trips to the northern polar regions, and the span of the three trips lasted for 100 years.

Regarding the first two trips to the Northland, Gong Ying only made a brief account, in which she, Xiao Song, and several other monks set out to the extremely cold and barren belt to the north, and went to a mysterious ruins that could be recorded in history, which was later revealed to be a burial chamber, and in the huge burial chamber, they found the frozen corpses of many unknown creatures and some strange iron weapons, and they also imprinted many ancient words on the walls of the deep tomb.

There are too many such relics on the earth, and many people believe that in the distant past, there was a prosperous and brilliant civilization in this decadent and desolate land.

Gong Ying and his entourage brought the findings in the ruins back to Shenshou Mountain.

After that, she forgot about it, she didn't expect that when she mentioned it again, it would be a hundred years later.

A hundred years is a long time, but it falls into the book, but it is only three words.

It's been a lonely hundred years.

Gong Ying often reflects on the meaning of monasticism.

Before the age of twenty-two, Gong Ying felt that her life was full and long, and in that short twenty years, she left countless precious memories for future recall, but when she really stepped into the fairy realm, the years that were originally as slow as burning incense suddenly became firewood lit by flames, and in the silent retreat, decades of time were burned away, just like a dream.

Practitioners spend most of their time in retreat.

In the eyes of most mortals, the human god realm is the end of cultivation, but for Gong Ying, the human god realm is more like the starting point - only when he reaches the human god realm can he truly have the qualifications to fight to the death against powerful demons.

So, she had to keep retreating, retreating.

One year, she also forgot what year it was, anyway, that day she asked Xiao Song to go to dinner with her, and when she passed by a rice field, she looked at the farmers who were bent down and stopped.

"For mortals, one day is one day, but for immortals, ten years may only be two days of one dream and one waking up, and what we have gained is just a fantasy dream of the fugue universe that we can't remember at all." Gong Ying asked blankly, "Compared to mortals, has our lifespan really become longer?" What is the meaning of monasticism? ”

Countless immortals have had the same confusion.

Gong Ying once thought that she was a unique genius, but later she realized that almost every generation of disciples will have a genius like her, stretching the time and overlooking the long river of history, and it seems that it is not uncommon for fairies like her to be uncommon.

For most geniuses, the biggest pass in cultivation is the heavenly moat from the realm of immortals to the realm of gods and gods, and many disciples who have had great opportunities and have been given high hopes have stopped at the door of the realm of gods and gods all their lives.

Unconsciously, Gong Ying and Xiao Song have also been wandering in front of this door for thirty years.

After lingering for a long time, people will inevitably be confused.

It is no wonder that many great monks directly choose to disperse their cultivation and turn away.

Xiao Song couldn't answer Gong Ying's confusion.

It's just that while they were eating together, he asked, "Will Senior Sister continue to practice?" ”

"Of course." Gong Ying didn't hesitate: "I've come to this point, I always have to go on, the trip to the avenue has been lonely since ancient times, why should I be hypocritical?" Confusion and hesitation are only temporary, they are fire, they will burn away the impurities of my Dao heart, and make it clearer...... I like monasticism. ”

Gong Ying's eyes regained her determination, and when she said this, she looked at Xiao Song and asked, "What about you?" Do you like to practice? ”

Xiao Song's lips trembled, and he only said, "I will accompany Senior Sister to practice together." ”

Gong Ying smiled, stretched out her fist, and said, "Okay, let's compete to see who will knock on the pass of the human god realm first." ”

"Okay." Xiao Song stretched out his fist and touched her.

Today, Gong Ying is drunk again.

Just like when he was a teenager, Xiao Song didn't do anything, just quietly waited for his senior sister to wake up.

And then there were long years.

Until that fateful day really comes.

On that day, the master summoned her to her side, and when Gong Ying arrived, nine people, including Xiao Song, were quietly waiting for her.

Master spread out an old manuscript in front of them.

Gong Ying recognized it for a long time before she recognized that this was the words that she and the others had copied on the wall of that ruin a hundred years ago, and in the past hundred years, the cultivators who mainly focused on ancient characters had never given up their research in this area, and it took them a hundred years to finally decipher these characters completely.

The content of these texts is not complicated.

They were written by a kind of creature from the Far North, who had trekked across the land in search of a new home, only to be horribly attacked at the ruins, and before they died, they had everything written on the walls.

These words were originally written for their companions.

Their companions come from the snow and ice of the far north, from an unknown country, which the monks translate as 'true country'.

If the record is true, then it is very likely that there is a place like the realm of a sacred mountain in this vast land, and that place is also inhabited by intelligent beings, who also have writing and civilization.

Through the paths they recorded, the monks descended to the place where the true kingdom was.

This discovery is significant.

The exploration of the real country was immediately put on the agenda.

Master selected ten pioneers, and among these ten cultivators, except for the great cultivators who led the team in the human god realm, all the others were geniuses in the immortal realm or half-step human gods, and many of them were tired of the boring cultivation path and had a very strong desire for chance.

Neither Gong Ying nor Xiao Song refused this adventure.

This trip to the northern polar regions to find the true country has been planned for a long time, and the sect has prepared a large number of magic weapons and food for them, with a rich variety of magic weapons, including magic pills that are enough to smash the mountains, and silver bells that can talk thousands of miles apart.

They set off on a hot summer day.

The leader of the team, the Great Cultivator of the Divine Realm, was named Xun Lou, he had a straight face, he was silent along the way, and he would only use his sword when demons and evil things attacked them.

This team of immortals sped through the vast wasteland.

Smooth and unobstructed along the way.

Their realm was too high, even if the god of calamity met them, he had to avoid it, except for the dragon corpse and the evil god, there was almost nothing that could really threaten their lives.

In the past, it was not that the ascetic did not want to explore the world.

What really stopped them was not this demon-infested wasteland, but the barrier-like snow peaks outside the wasteland, the snow peaks were endless, there was no end in sight, and there was not a trace of life, even if it was an immortal cultivator in the realm of human gods, when he saw this snowy peak like the sea, he would be discouraged.

Along the way, except for Xiao Song, Gong Ying rarely spoke to anyone else.

If the others have nothing important, they will not communicate with Gong Ying and Xiao Song, for no other reason, just because the other eight people are all the bloodline of the immortals, from the small family upbringing, they are all noble people born with pure blood, if it were not for the forcible intervention of the ancestor back then, to this day, I am afraid that the living people are still the same as thousands of years ago, the slaves of the immortals.

Before the Patriarch's intervention, the Immortals had oppressed the Immortals too much, and had caused a very large-scale and long-lasting riot.

Hundreds of thousands of people died in this riot, which was undoubtedly a tragic trauma for the human race at that time, which was already in ruins, so the patriarch drafted a decree to erase the difference between the immortals and the living, and wrote the rule that all people are born equal in his will.

But even so, as the immortals who originally followed the emperor to fight, they still have great arrogance, and they look down on these native-born mortals from the bottom of their hearts, even if countless phoenixes have flown out of the mortals.

In this ten-person squad, there are actually several male cultivators who secretly like Gong Ying, but due to the discipline of the family, they can only show arrogance and disdain in the end.

Gong Ying was even more disdainful of them.

Of course, this disagreement is only an undercurrent, and in the face of the enemy, they behave in a united manner.

After the snowy mountains are still snowy mountains, and after the ice fields are still ice fields.

The white world seems to have no end.

After a month-long journey, the vast sea of ice recorded in the ancient texts appeared in front of them.

It was a dead sea, the water was so salty that there was no sign of any living being, and they took out the boat from the treasure bag that had been prepared for crossing the sea, and the boat was quickly assembled, and the people dragged it into the sea to start the long swim.

The giant ship sailed across the icy ocean.

There are no sea beasts, no storms, white waters connect the white sky, and they seem to advance in a narrow channel squeezed out of the sky and the sea, and the clouds and water roll endlessly, pointing to the endless mysteries.

Half a month later.

The outline of a snow-capped mountain once again rises between the sea and the sky.

After landing on that shore, strange things happened one after another.

Once ashore, they soon had their first disagreement about which side was northern.

The sense of direction of the ten men was reversed, and they pointed in two very different directions, both claiming that it was the north.

The sun, moon and stars could not be seen in the sky, and Sinan did not know what was disturbing, and there was confusion, and the two groups of people were arguing over which side was the north, and they could not advance for a long time.

Eventually, they decided to put aside their arguments, and they divided into two teams and walked in the direction they agreed to, during which they exchanged bells with silver bells.

Gong Ying and Xiao Song did not object.

Their direction was the same, and among the people who walked with them, there was also the great monk Xun Lou of the Human God Realm.

At first, the connection between the two teams was smooth, but as the distance gradually narrowed, the connection between the silver bells became intermittent, and the sound came from more and more blurred, and three days later, the connection between the two teams was completely cut off by the wind and snow.

Xun Lou didn't care about this, at that time he thought that the difference in this direction was just a joke played by the Earth Mother God to them, and in the end, they would meet at the same end.

Later, every time Gong Ying recalled Xun Lou's words, she couldn't help but smile bitterly - the immortal cultivator had stayed in the fairy land of the sacred mountain with the fragrance of birds and flowers for too long, and he actually thought that the earth was kind to living beings.

In addition to the direction, along the way, they have become more and more divergent.

It's about the colors, it's about the sounds, it's about the sense of smell...... The same thing, different people have a completely different perception of it, black and white are reversed, noisy and indistinguishable, the smell is confused, the world becomes more and more suspicious, and later, everything around is distorted in human perception, and the most ordinary stone in one person's eyes is most likely a green-faced and fanged evil ghost in the other's eyes.

They tried to destroy everything around them, but to no avail.

The march of the ranks is getting slower and slower.

This snowy gorge full of deception dragged them down, everyone believed that what they saw was real, and some even threatened to get a divine revelation, grabbing a handful of snow and stuffing it into their mouths, as if they were swallowing a panacea, and many people couldn't hold it down together.

There are more and more such things.

The lower the realm, the easier it is to be deceived and bewitched by this world, but after all, they are cultivators, and their willpower is finally tenacious, after consuming a lot of magic weapons and food, they walked out of the canyon, and after walking out, they looked back and found that the clear canyon in their eyes was filled with white mist that had lasted for many years.

No one had the energy to probe into the source of these white mist, and they continued on their way.

There are many ice trees in the snowy fields, and on these ice trees, without exception, there are corpses hanging upside down, these corpses are dry and ugly, like cocooned bats.

At the end of this dead snow forest, there are several beautifully carved ice coffins.

There were no more, no less, exactly five ice coffins, and they were erected in the snow, like people standing and waiting.

Gong Ying walked to the ice coffin and was surprised, because she found that in the ice coffin, there was a person lying there, and that person was none other than herself!

Soon, Gong Ying realized that this was just a false alarm, and the surface of the ice coffin was as smooth as a mirror, which just reflected her figure.

But Rao is like this, Gong Ying still feels ominous.

Sure enough, soon, a real catastrophe occurred.

They set foot on the next snowy field.

The snowfield looked unremarkable, but when they reached the middle, the solid snowfield began to flow like quicksand, and everyone's feet were stuck in the snow, unable to pull out, and the sandy snow enveloped them towards the center of the snow whirlpool.

The only one who broke free was Xun Lou.

After Xun Lou broke free from the shackles, he didn't forget to save people, he only had two hands, so he could only save two people, he grabbed the other two immortals, picked them up, swept over this weirdly sticky quicksand and snow, and swept up the ice cliff on the other side.

He also wanted to save people.

But when he turned around, Gong Ying and Xiao Song had been swallowed up by the drifting snow.

The swirling drift snow swept Gong Ying and Xiao Song into a pitch-black ice cave, the ice cave was huge, but it was a closed cage with no exit at all, and in this cage, countless dry corpses were piled up, and they were all life captured by this trap-like snow like Gong Ying and Xiao Song.

Gong Ying and Xiao Song couldn't recognize what these corpses were, they looked like contaminated people, and their feet were all shackled.

They spent the next seven days in this ice cave.

Their storage rings had been lost in the raging snow, and the shortage of food and water was fatal in such a cold place, Gong Ying thought she was going to die here, but she didn't expect that things would take a turn for the better on the seventh day.

On the seventh day, they found the door to the cage by mistake.

The door of the cage was a steel plate, thick and huge, and Gong Ying tried several times, but could only shake it, but could not open it.

"If I can reach the realm of human gods, maybe I can break this door." Gong Ying said regretfully.

Xiao Song didn't answer her sister's words for the first time.

He was silent for a long time and began to meditate.

After a day and a night of meditation, Xiao Song stood up, and his temperament changed abruptly, becoming more ethereal and unfathomable.

Gong Ying was shocked by this scene.

Xiao Song stood in front of her and asked gently, "Senior sister, do you remember the question you asked me back then?" You ask me, do you like cultivating immortals? ”

"I don't like it." Xiao Song said calmly: "I don't like cultivating immortals, but senior sister likes it, so I must also cultivate immortals, if you don't cultivate immortals, then every time you wait for you to get out, it will take ten or twenty years, and I can't see my senior sister's days, I am already living like a year, how can I endure waiting for ten years after another?" It's too painful to wait for my senior sister, so I can only cultivate immortals...... Even if I hate it so much. ”

"I originally wanted to wait for my senior sister to break through the realm before breaking the realm, but ......"

Xiao Song took a deep breath, lowered his shoulders and elbows, tucked his fist to his waist, and then slammed it against the iron door, and after ten punches, the iron door collapsed.

The light shines into this claustrophobic cage that has been closed for thousands of years.

It also shrouded Xiao Song's pale robe.

Gong Song stood quietly for a long time, and when he looked back, the senior sister in a green dress was already in tears.

……