【Apocalypse】The Divine Hidden Era, fifty-nine thousand eight hundred and sixty-four years, nearly sixty thousand years have passed since the gods escaped into the endless void. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The gods have left behind the most powerful treasures, the pinnacle of exercises, and countless strong people. Immortal gates gather, ten thousand ways to return to the sect.

For immortal cultivators, this is the best of times.

These are the worst times for mortals.

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In the distant small business world, the Blackstone Mountains are like a huge black dragon, winding and circling for 100,000 miles.

Moyun Peak is like an arrogant devil's claw, soaring into the sky, and under the peak, countless mortal slaves are like ants, working hard to cultivate.

This is an ancient Yuanshi Mine Cave, which belongs to the White Lotus Sect of the Great Sect of Cultivating Immortals.

Above the mine, dozens of white-clothed immortal cultivators floated above the flying magic weapon, overlooking the cultivators below. Some of them drive flying swords, some ride auspicious clouds, indescribably chic and comfortable, and the mortals under their feet are like ants to them.

For example, if the vitality between today and the world is full, even mortals can easily live to be more than a hundred years old, but for immortal cultivators, a hundred years is just a flick of a finger.

Seeing that Jin Wuxi was slanting and it was getting late, the monks were ready to return to the cave.

"Hey, handsome guy in the sky, look! I dug up another medium-grade Yuan Stone!"

With a crisp shout, a smiling young man ran out of the cultivators, waving a milky white yuan stone and jumping and jumping.

Monk Song Ming couldn't help frowning, this guy again? He is really lucky, today is already the third medium-grade Yuan Stone.

Song Ming stepped on the flying sword under his feet and slowly fell from mid-air.

"Boy, how many times have I taught you, don't call me handsome, call me Immortal!"

"Oh, yes, yes, immortal chief. ”

This young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, bronzed skin, and a big and straight nose, which makes people feel friendly between words and smiles.

As soon as Song Ming's right hand stretched out, the lustrous and warm Yuan Stone flew into his palm out of thin air.

"Well, it's indeed a medium-grade Yuan Stone, yes, I'll reward you for eating meat tonight. ”

"That...... Immortal, can you appreciate something else?" the young man rubbed his hands, looking like a ghost.

Song Ming's forehead was bruised: "Hmm?"

"Would you do me a favor and send me back to Earth?"

"Stinky boy, dare you say it again!" Song Ming waved the flying sword, and a cold light fell on the young man's feet, drawing a deep crack:

"Don't mention anything to me about the hell Earth, if it weren't for your little credit, I would have cut off your head a long time ago, get out!"

The young man looked at the terrifying sword mark under his feet, and his heart couldn't help but beat wildly, so he had to keep his head down and walk away.

"Hey, I said Ding Yin, why are you always chattering like this?" Old Yang, a miner beside him, muttered in a low voice: "What kind of celestial sphere, earth round ball, flat ball, you are a miner, you still want to go to the sky?"

"You know a ball, don't bother me!" the young man Ding scolded in a dull voice.

"Hey, you big nose!" Old Yang picked up a stone and threw it over, and said with a smile: "Hey, what is the earth?"

"It's nothing!" Ding Yin squatted down, buried his head deep in his hands, and felt so bitter in his heart!

People are crossing me, and I'm also crossing, what the hell am I wearing?

It is said that crossing will definitely become a waste of firewood, and then I am also a young master, why am I so miserable, crossing into a slave, or the lowest level of cultivation slaves! God, where do you like me?

Thinking of his relatives on earth, the corners of Ding Yin's eyes moistened.

Both parents are farmers, and they worked hard for Ding Yin to study, and after graduating from the police academy, they thought they could enjoy themselves, but they never expected this to happen.

Although Ding Yin was born in poverty, he was handsome and had strong work ability, and he also met a beautiful girlfriend in the city. The first time I brought my girlfriend home for the New Year, before I entered the door, I frowned when I saw the dilapidated old house.

The parents happily cooked a table of dishes, and the girl only glanced at it, turned around and left on the spot.

Ding Yin chased out, guess what she said?

"What is this? Is it eaten by people? Why is your family so poor? How can you live by this!"

"I'm really ...... Why do you fall in love with you, don't say it, let's break up, you have to give me the round-trip fare, and I don't want to buy gifts for your parents. ”

"Don't blame me, I didn't break up with you for money, I asked for quality of life, quality of life!

"Forget it, it's useless to tell you this, you guy who doesn't even want to buy a sleeper and only sits on a hard seat, I'm really convinced. Bye-bye!"

Ding Yin drank a lot of wine that night, and he was sad, not for the sake of the woman, but for the sake of his parents.

He had never drunk so much in his life, and when he woke up, he came to this place, and became a different man, a poor slave who could only wear a pair of pants.

Ding Yin couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: "Who dares to be worse than me!!"

......

There are one hundred and eight sects of cultivating immortals in the small business world, and the mine here belongs to one of the ancient sects, the White Lotus Sect.

There are more than 2,000 mortals in the mine, all of whom were forcibly captured by the White Lotus Sect to mine Yuan Stone, and many people with their whole families live here.

The place where the cultivators sleep is in the mine, which is different from the earth, it is simply outrageous.

I heard my colleagues say, it's not right, it should be called a miner, there are hundreds of thousands of mortal cultivators in the entire Blackstone Mountain Range, and there are hundreds of mines like this, and this one they mine is one of the oldest mines.

Because it is too old, the content of the veins is not much, so the yield of metarite is also very low.

They live in wooden huts, each of which houses dozens of people, young and old.

At night, some couples start to do man-making exercises in front of everyone, and at most they will find a rag to block it, and no one cares at all. As the lowest level of cultivators, they have long forgotten the word dignity in their hearts.

There was no light in the cave, but there were two dazzling beads hanging from the ceiling of the cave, emitting a faint silver light.

Lao Yang told Ding Yin that this treasure was called 'Moonstone', and it was said that one was worth hundreds of taels of gold, but for the monks, gold and silver were like mud and rubble, and all they wanted was Yuan Stone.

In a shack in the corner, Ding Yin sat against the wall, holding two steamed buns in his hands, and a piece of meat from an unknown monster, and munched on it.

It's been months since I came to this strange world. It is undeniable that his current body is very good, tall and strong, dignified in appearance, with bronzed skin, in the words of the earth, this is called a man.

What made him even happier was that this body was gifted with a great memory, much stronger than when he was on Earth.

With a handsome face and an extraordinary mind, if he travels to a certain family, Ding Yin believes that he will be able to mix the wind and water, but in this ghost place, there is no hope at all.

"You thief God! I Ding Yin doesn't believe in evil, and when my brother mixes up his personal appearance, he must break through the sky!" he gnawed his teeth while gnawing on the beast meat viciously.

After a while.

"Babble...... Tintin ...... Babbling...... Tintin. A delicate child's voice came from beside him, and the little girl in a tattered dress staggered to Ding Yin, staring at the flesh in his hand and drooling.

"Nian Nian, don't call me Ding Ding, how ugly, call brother!" Ding Yin picked up the little girl dotingly, and tore off a piece of meat for her to eat.

The little girl has dark skin, a pointed chin, and big eyes that shine like jewels, and if she is able to dress up a little, she is definitely a little angel.

"Babble...... Guoguo?"

"Brother, it's not Guoguo, alas. ”

This is Lao Yang Tou's child, her mother was originally a cultivator here, and died while working in the depths of the mine, everyone likes her, especially Ding Yin, and treats her as her own sister.

Lao Yang Tou was already numb to life, and this child didn't even have a name, so Ding Yin named her 'Nian Nian', and he never forgot it.

Xiao Niannian chewed the pieces of meat in her hands little by little, and her long eyelashes were fanning, which made people feel distressed. Ding Yin stroked her messy hair casually.

Huh, this kid's hair is a little weird, huh?

Ding Yin dipped his fingers in a little saliva, pulled a handful of Niannian's hair and wiped it vigorously, he found that this child's hair was actually blue, could it be that she was of some strange race?

Just as he could see it, the nuns in the shack began to make fun of him.

"Ding Da Nose, you like the girl of the old Yang family so much, just accept her as your daughter!"

"Lao Hong, you are wrong, he wants to take her as his wife. ”

"That's right, this kid is only fifteen years old, and it's not too late to wait ten or eight years. ”

"Hahaha!"

Ding Yin picked up the meat and bones in his hand and threw them over, scolding with a smile: "You idiots, you all want to go to heaven, right?"

The old Yang Tou, who had been silent, suddenly turned over: "Ah Yin, you take Niannian away!"

Ding Yin was stunned: "What?"

"You take her away, whether you can be a wife or a sister, anyway...... I can't support her anyway! You're young and strong, and she'll live a few more years with you, even if it's a slave, it's better than dead. Old Yang Tou spoke, his face was blank, and there was no sadness or joy.

Ding Yin looked at him quietly, and didn't know how to answer for a while, as a cultivator, his fate was not in his hands.

"Okay Lao Yang, what are you talking about, I have long regarded Niannian as my own sister-in-law, as long as I have a bite to eat, I won't let her go hungry. ”

"Good, good. Old Yang grinned, more ugly than crying.

"Guoguo, Guoguo, I want to listen to the story, I want to listen to the story!" the little girl shrank in Ding Yin's arms and coquettishly.

"Nian Nian is good, it's not Guoguo it's my brother...... Well, I'll tell you a story about an ugly duckling, once upon a time, there was a little duckling......"

As the night deepened, Ding Yin hugged Niannian's small body and fell asleep.

(The new book is opened, I'll give myself a good prize first, let's give 10 gold coins as a reward!What? Do you think it's not enough? Then 10 yuan stones are good?)

(The first ten friends who reward can enter my exclusive Xiuzhen chat group, I'm not afraid to tell you that the people in this group are real immortal cultivators!