Ning Xu's cold voice sounded, and the disciples were silent, and they were ordered to flee one after another.

After the field was empty, Ning Xu looked at the senior brother of the Evil Slayer Division, her face did not have the fear of the imminent birth of a hidden-level demon, but more confusion.

"What the hell is going on?" Ning Xu asked.

The senior brother smiled and said, "Please come with me." Senior brother leads the way.

Ning Su followed with a solemn expression.

In the depths of the ancient village is a dirty swamp, at the end of the mud there stands a wild temple, because of the treacherous terrain, the wild temple is not worshipped, it has long been barren and overgrown, looking gloomy.

Senior Brother and Ning Xu swept across the swamp and came to the gloomy temple.

There is a treasure platform for worshipping the gods in the temple, but there is no statue of the gods on the treasure platform, and the whole temple has four walls, which is very desolate. "Has the Master discovered the mystery?" Senior brother asked.

Ning Su was already a monk at the peak of the Immortal Realm, but when she looked around, she only felt that this temple was desolate, and she didn't find anything special.

saw the senior brother smile mysteriously and sat on the empty platform. Moment.

This ancient temple has been transformed from a mutilation to a complete one. The temple shook slightly.

When the senior brother stepped down from the podium and opened the door again, the scene in front of him had changed.

Gone is the former swamp, replaced by a graveyard-like valley with a stunningly large gray-white bug

The insect is more than 20 zhang long, made up of more than a dozen round limbs, and its surface is covered with long black hairs. It lay quietly in this grave, unable to distinguish which side was the head and which was the tail, motionless, as if it had long since died.

Seeing this, Ning Su couldn't help but be shocked and asked, "Who is this monster?"

"I don't know, but it's supposed to be a corpse worm that has mutated after devouring the gods." The senior brother said, "I have tested it with the death spell, and it is already dead. This is supposed to be a monster that was killed and suppressed here by some immortal in the past, but as the years passed, it lost its last spirituality and became a corpse completely."

"Yes.....

Ning Su jumped into the deep pit, observed the corpse insect, and found that its body had long been hollowed out, leaving only Bai Sensen's skeleton, and its vitality was lost.

"How did you find out here?" Ning Xu asked.

"The master of the sect also knows that this kind of demon slaying trial for young disciples should not take too many risks, and it is usually those of us who are teachers who choose good ideas for them, choose good monsters, and let them kill them. But I wandered around this village for a few days, and I only smelled the demonic smell, and I didn't see a monster, and an old woman showed me the way, saying that there was a ghost temple here, and I came to take a look, and I found this corpse worm." The senior brother explained the cause and effect 1510.

Finally, he also added: "Generally speaking, the immortal-level corpse insect is only seven or eight zhang, and this corpse insect has reached more than twenty zhang, and it is likely to have advanced to the hidden level before it dies."

Ning Xu walked around the deep pit seal, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "You have made meritorious service." The senior brother smiled.

"It's not easy for a corpse worm to grow so big." Ning Xu said, "Bring it back to the Xuanxian Sect, maybe you can refine the medulla for research."

"Lord Ningmen, are you sure?" Senior brother asked. "Or else?" Ning Xu asked rhetorically.

"The master of the door should know that if he brings this corpse worm back, it can only be regarded as the merit of discovering a monster, but if he can kill a hidden-level demon, it can be regarded as the top merit of the Divine Guardian Mountain in the past ten years." Senior brother said.

"But it's dead." Ning Xu said.

"Battles can be disguised, let's fight here, create a chaotic scene of flying sand and rocks, and finally find an abyss and throw this corpse worm into it, and there is no proof of death." Senior brother is kind and persuasive.

Hearing this, Ning Xu's eyebrows tightened slightly, and he said coldly, "As a person who slays evil spirits, how can you have such thoughts?"

"I'm thinking about the master." Senior Brother said meaningfully. "There is no shortage of merits in the Xuanxian Sect." Ning Xu said.

"Really?" Senior Brother shook his head and asked, "Doesn't the Sect Master want Xuan Xian

The gate is among the four major sects of the Divine Shou Mountain?"

"This matter is left to fate, and it cannot be forced." Ning Xu said.

"Fate has come." Senior Brother said, "As long as there is the merit of killing the Hidden Demon, Fairy Ning will become the top three fairies in the Divine Guard Mountain today, and after advancing to the four major sects, the three palaces will be given a lot of resources, and in the next hundred years, when Fairy Ning attacks the human god realm, there will be more hope."

This is a great temptation, but Ning Xu was unmoved, and only coldly spit out two words: "No."

The senior brother was furious and said, "Back then, for the sake of Xuanxian Gate, you could wear a glamorous costume to please the mountain lord who sold his reputation and reputation, why do you pretend to be high now?"

Ning Xu knew in her heart that once she agreed, it would be equivalent to sending an extremely important handle to him.

In this way, he can control himself at will in the days to come...... Ning Su is a fairy who moves the world, and there are many admirers, and there are countless people who have asked to marry her in the past hundred years.

This senior brother obviously admired her secretly, too, otherwise he would not have been ecstatic to lure her here. But in any case, she was unmoved.

It's just that Ning Xu didn't expect that so many earth-shattering events happened in the catastrophe between the Black Scale Monarch and the God of Tide Awareness back then, but they just remembered so clearly that they were wearing a dress to curry favor with Lin Shouxi..... Nothing happened.

Back then, Ning Su once regarded this incident as a great shame, and even almost broke with her master because of it, but after so many years, she recalled the past, and she couldn't even remember the original mood, the only thing she remembered was just watching the young man go away under the mountain shrouded in the sunset.

"It was the master's order back then, not to mention, the mountain master was not a person who sold his reputation and reputation." Ning Xu said lightly.

"Ning Xu, you have been in charge of the Xuanxian Sect for so many years, you won't be unclear about the rules of the alternation of major sects, right? What you did back then was a stain that couldn't be washed away in the eyes of those great elders..... Or did you really have a leg with that mountain master?" The senior brother's expression was slightly hideous.

"You're not qualified to ask."

Ning Xu said coldly: "Okay, go back, tell the Third Palace about this, and all the merits will be counted on your head at that time."

The two words on the head just came out.

Senior Brother's head flew up in front of Ning Xu.

—The head of the man, who had just been filled with righteous indignation, was suddenly broken, as if severed by an invisible blade, and the cut in his neck was extremely smooth, from which a large amount of blood spurted out.

"What's that?" Ning Xu's pupils shrank suddenly.

She immediately drew her sword and crossed it in front of her, looking around for the murderer. It was dark and there were no ghosts.

The flying head hit the ground and rolled into the pit with a grunt. The next moment.

The ground beneath Ning Su's feet began to tremble.

The corpse worm she thought was lifeless was moving again.

It lifted its body from the tomb, and the black hair covering its body began to flutter, and after the hair was lifted, Ning Xu was shocked to find that the round bones and limbs were clearly several huge and friendless human heads and skulls, and the black hair was the hair that grew on the surface of the skulls!

As for the head of this senior brother of the Demon Slayer.....

The head is now embedded in the neck of the corpse insect, and the small human head looks extremely incongruous compared to the huge body of more than 20 feet, but this human head is used as the finishing touch, making the whole monster come to life!

This senior brother didn't know until he died, and the moment he sat on the broken temple platform, he had taken the initiative to become a living sacrifice of this monster.

The corpse worm is given a new lease of life.

It seemed to wake up from hibernation, moving its stiff body, and looked at Ning Su in the white dress Shengxue.

It borrowed the head of the senior brother of the evil slayer, and in order to calm the head, it needed to soothe the resentment in the skull.

The corpse worm read his grievances: eat Ning Xu.

In the understanding of corpse insects, eating is simply eating.

In the black seal, the corpse insect pounced towards Ning Su, how could Ning Su sit still and wait for death, after a short shock, she also fought with this monster.

In the earth-shattering sound, the temple used for suppression collapsed rapidly, and it wouldn't be long before Qu Ling, who was on the run, would also see its giant head raised after breaking free from the seal.

Necromantic Snow. Underground Palace.

The hourglass used to keep time is turned upside down.

When she was bored, Mu Shijing liked to play with the hourglass, staring at the grains of sand that poured down like the wind, as if she could see a complete world from each grain of sand.

For her, time has become a game, or a distant and vague concept. She couldn't remember how long it had been.

She did a lot of things to relieve boredom, and in the end, there was only boredom that could not be solved. So she also retreated and cultivated.

However, because the realm could not rise, she could not get advanced happiness from cultivation, and all she got was deeper deprivation.

She also wants to be pale, fantasizing about a perfect being and plumping it with countless details. But after thinking about it, she finally came up with an identical version of herself.

- Pale can imagine the Nine Ming Saint King, and the limit of the strength she can imagine is only pale. Mu Shijing was quite frustrated.

Time flies.

One day, when Mu Shijing woke up, he found that he was wearing a piece of clothing, and at the same time, the original messy room had been cleaned, and the ice and snow on the walls had disappeared, replaced by a moving scenery full of mountain flowers.

Her heart moved.

When she looked back, Lin Shouxi was standing behind her. "Are you dreaming again?" Mu Shijing said softly.

"Won't you just punch and kick?" Lin Shouxi asked with a smile. "It seems to be true."

Mu Shijing smiled softly and said, "Don't try to trick me into taking the bait, I don't want to be punished by your old enemy as soon as we meet."

"Rivals?" Lin Shouxi said with a smile: "Only when you win or lose can you call yourself a rival, have you won me once for so many years?"

"Angry as soon as you meet?" Mu Shijing straightened his face.

Lin Shouxi didn't say too much, hugged her easily, and said, "Let Shi Jing wait for a long time." "It's okay, it's not long."

Mu Shijing leaned on his arms, still a little sleepy-eyed.

Before she knew it, she had covered the entire wall with snow and ice many years ago.

From the age of sixteen to the age of nineteen, she has experienced countless things, large and small, between the turmoil, the days seem to be extremely long, the life in the underground palace is the same, every day is the same, so time also runs fast, when I look back, the scene when I first enter the underground palace seems to be still yesterday.

When Pale was imprisoned here for 100,000 years, and later watched on the snowfield for hundreds of millions of years, is it also the same feeling of loss?

Mu Shijing couldn't think of it for a long time.

She didn't want to think about anything, just quietly hugged the young man in front of her, as if holding a dream. "How's the Tao going?" Mu Shijing asked.

"Unable to break through." Lin Shouxi said.

"Do you have a time when you can't break the bottleneck?" Mu Shijing was a little surprised.

"Well, when I fought with Shu Yuan, Shu Yuan bridged the golden body of me and Xiao He, and later although I reluctantly separated it, my craftsmanship was not perfect, and some parts were spliced wrong, I thought it wouldn't have any impact, who .....knows" Lin Shouxi wanted to say and stopped.

"So what?" Mu Shijing asked.

"Maybe another retreat." Lin Shouxi said. "Yes.....

Mu Shijing lowered his eyelashes and slender black eyes, was silent for a while, and asked, "Did you come out to see me just to tell me about this?"

"Shi Jing is disappointed?"

"What a disappointment, after waiting for so long, it's not a few years." Mu Shijing opened his mouth slowly. "Didn't you just say it wasn't long?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"You........." Mu Shijing bit his lip and said lightly, "It's really annoying...... Hmph, go on retreat, don't come out, this girl doesn't want to see you."

"Yes."

Lin Shouxi nodded, and then, he really let go of his embrace and turned to leave. Mu Shijing was stunned.

Even if it is to continue the retreat

, don't be in such a hurry, shouldn't you keep it warm for a few days..... That's right, after so many years, Xiao He is still asleep, if she sleeps again, her divinity will be completely disintegrated by the darkness of the necromancer, yes, Xiao He's safety is the most important, she can't be too ignorant, but, but, ......

Mu Shijing thought about it, and tears appeared in his eyes. Then.

The door was pushed open again, and Lin Shouxi was back.

Mu Shijing, who was about to cry, immediately stopped looking away and asked, "Why are you coming back?" "Something I forgot to take with me." Lin Shouxi replied.

"Oh."

Mu Shijing completely gave up hope and said, "Then you hurry up and take it, don't rub it off."

After Mu Shijing finished speaking, he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, turned his head, and wanted to scold him twice, but it hit his chest firmly. Then, she was hugged tightly in his arms by Lin Shouxi with his arms outstretched, and he hugged him very hard, giving people a feeling of suffocation.

"What are you doing?" Mu Shijing frowned.

"Something I forgot to take with me." Lin Shouxi smiled and stroked her long hair, and said, "I forgot to take my little Shijing with me."

"I'm not a thing."

Mu Shijing subconsciously responded, and asked again, "What do you want to do, should you be closed again to the point of going mad?"

Lin Shouxi finally didn't hide it anymore.

He put his ear to her and said with relief, "I am a god." Mu Shijing was stunned.

She turned her head slowly, and then asked, "Really?" Lin Shouxi stretched out his little finger and said, "Lagou?"

Mu Shijing's eyes couldn't hold back tears anymore, and soon, tears burst out of her eyes and crossed her cheeks. Lin Shouxi is not completely deceiving.

The mutilated and deformed golden body caused him a lot of trouble, and even caused him to die at one point.

Not only that, he not only wants to refine the pill, but also refining the fire, and he has to constantly care about the quality of the Ding Zhong Dan, and he is exhausted, if he just cultivates without distractions, he is afraid that he can easily cross the threshold of the human god realm a few decades ago. Of course, he wants to cultivate the Flame of the Nine Ming Saint King, these are all necessary paths, and he must not be sloppy at all.

Mu Shijing lay in his arms and cried for a long time, she didn't know why she was crying, but she couldn't hold back, and she couldn't cry anymore.

Lin Shouxi's heart is like a knife.

Looking back on the life of the dungeon, it seems that I have experienced a long dream. Originally, he would still remember each day clearly, but after the retreat, his experience of time was also fast and slow, chaotic, and he was not sure how long he had been in retreat, whether it was ten years or a hundred years.

He didn't ask.

Because Mu Shijing doesn't remember either.

He didn't know how to comfort the crying girl, so he took her cheek and kissed her cherry blossom lips. The years seem to be frozen in Mu Shijing's body, so many years have passed, she is still the most beautiful appearance when she was eighteen or nineteen years old, her lips are pink and soft, her cheeks are porcelain white, and she can be broken by blowing, only the curve of the body wrapped in the black skirt is more delicate and convex, Lin Shouxi bowed her head slightly, and you can see the girl's thin waist and tight buttocks in the skirt, all this beauty and temptation are like invitations.

The teary-eyed Mu Shijing instinctively responded to his kiss, and the two kissed carefully, becoming more and more passionate. "Is it just a kiss?" Mu Shijing asked with tears in his eyes.

"What else does Shi Jing want?"

Lin Shouxi asked knowingly, he wanted to hear Mu Shijing say it himself.

Mu Shijing's red lips opened slightly, and he hesitated slightly, but after a while, he smiled charmingly, and asked in an innocent and innocent tone, "You don't want to see, after so much time, Shi Jing still remembers her husband's training?"

Lin Shouxi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

It was the first time he heard Mu Shijing speak like this, and he knew that this was her exceptional spoiling when she reunited after a long absence. Lin Shouxi picked her up by the waist and threw her on the couch.

Mu Shijing habitually grabbed the grizzly bear's pillow and protected it in front of him like a shield. But what can a soft pillow resist?

Soon, it was brutally snatched by Lin Shouxi and thrown aside. Falling clothes covered the grizzly bear on the pillow.

The spark ignites at the touch of a button. Three days and three nights passed in a flash.

When Mu Shijing put on a snow-white skirt and walked away from this round stone house hand in hand with Lin Shouxi, Mu Shijing looked at the couplets of ten years of muddy gold and one hundred years of yuan red pasted on the wall, and smiled, as if he was in another world.

This was written by her hand on Chinese New Year's Eve one year, but she didn't expect it to become a proverb.

"Now that you are a human god, can you already refine the true Nine Ming Saints***?" Mu Shijing asked. At the thought that the Gray Tomb was about to be broken and Xiao He was about to leave the seal, Mu Shijing felt relaxed.

"Not yet." Lin Shouxi shook his head. "Is there anything missing?" Mu Shijing asked.

"There are a few very important materials missing, most of them are in the sacred mountain, and the most important one is in the holy temple." Lin Shouxi said.

These are not stated in the Book of Dan, because the materials recorded in the Book of Dan are limited to the underground palace. But Lin Shouxi's cultivation so far, his understanding of the Nine Ming Saint King has surpassed the Danshu itself. He knew deep down what he was missing.

"Kinabalu ....."

Mu Shijing looked worried, and she asked, "However, if you can't refine the sun and save Xiao He, how can we leave this necromantic snowfield?"

Lin Shouxi has reached the realm of human gods.

As soon as Mu Shijing asked, he immediately gave birth to a kind of induction. "Let's go back to the snowfield first, and then talk about leaving." Lin Shouxi said.

Mu Shijing nodded vigorously.

The dungeon was dim and depressed, and it had already overwhelmed her. She can't wait to get back to the ground.

The Necromantic Snow Field is certainly dangerous, but at least the sky is wide. Thereupon.

It's been a long time.

On the dead snowfield, the gray tomb was once again pierced by a ray of golden light. Under the golden light, it is still the figure of a young girl.

Lin Shouxi held the pure golden flame in his palm, and Mu Shijing crossed the glacial rift valley with Mu Shijing and came to the place where it was sealed. It's like a realm of absolute static, unchanged for a hundred years.

The giant's hollowed-out body still stands on the ground. Xiao He is still sleeping in the ice of divinity like water lilies.

Looking through the crystal clear ice, Mu Shijing could even see the faint blue veil on the girl's snow neck, but this piece of divine ice that protected her was obviously much thinner and fragile, and Mu Shijing was extremely careful when he touched it, for fear of breaking it.

Before completely dispelling the darkness, Lin Shouxi couldn't get Xiao He out unharmed. "Wait for me, wait for me at the end."

Lin Shouxi was sticking to the ice, and her words were so gentle that they were like whispering in Xiao He's ear, and she didn't know if she could hear it.

"Where are you going next, to the seal?" Mu Shijing said firmly: "Although the seal of the Necromantic Snow Field is difficult to break, with the nature of the master, you will definitely stay outside the seal all year round.

"Not necessarily."

Lin Shouxi shook his head and said in a shocking voice, "The Necromantic Snow Field may not have only that one exit." said.

Lin Shouxi sacrificed a wisp of golden flame and let it slowly rise into the sky.

If Necromantic Snow is a container, it's water, and it flows, toward the cracks in the container." Lin Shouxi said.

Mu Shijing looked up.

I saw that this golden flame did begin to flow. It flows further north.

Another exit from the Necromantic Snow Further north?

Previously, they had also guessed if there would be other gaps in the Necromantic Snow Field, but the Snow Field was deeply shrouded in darkness, and with the power of the Golden Flame that Lin Shouxi was in charge at the time, it was simply not able to support the long journey.

"But how could there be any other exit to the necromantic snowfield?" Mu Shijing was puzzled: "If there really is another exit, this Gray Tomb Lord should have fled a long time ago, why wait for this seal to be opened?"

"Perhaps, that so-called gap has something that even the Lord of the Grey Tomb fears."

Lin Shouxi recalled, "As early as the first time I set foot in the Necromantic Snow Field, I felt that something was calling me from the depths of the Necromantic Snow Field...... It's time to meet that thing."

In the dark, Lin Shouxi's tone was like a cold wind climbing up his back. Mu Shijing, who was slightly frightened, held his hand tighter.

She stepped in the heavy snow

and walked forward step by step.

Vaguely, she also realized that she was walking towards the biggest secret of the necromantic snowfield. The Flame of the Nine Ming Saint Kings did not deceive.

After a three-day trek, under the protection of Golden Flame, they made their way through the treacherous valley and finally reached another exit from the Necromantic Snowfield.

However, this is not so much an exit as it is another gate to purgatory. A gate to purgatory that even the Lord of the Grey Tomb would not want to set foot in.

The gates of Purgatory erupted with a dark red flame that the darkness of the dead could not swallow, and in the monstrous sea of fire, the "devil" stood between heaven and earth, turning into an eternal shadow. When the world stands before Him, no matter how high or low it is, it will feel madness and fear. This is a scene only found in the purgatory scroll, Mu Shijing looked up at the black shadow, and his thin shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

Lin Shouxi clenched her hand and said with relief, "Don't be afraid, he is dead." "It's ..... What is it?"

Mu Shijing felt familiar, but for some reason, no matter how she recalled, she couldn't recall its existence.

"The wreckage of the origin." Lin Shouxi said.