Save the world with a plot

The small black ball the size of a palm rolled painfully on the ground, and the tearing pain stimulated every sense organ.Soon, the small body was stretched into a slender figure.His eyes were closed tightly on his pale face, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and wet his long hair.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, moved one hand inch by inch, and with difficulty picked up the conch that was only an arm's length away from him.

The small conch that was knocked out during the tumbling is still exquisite and beautiful, glowing with colorful light.

He smiled lightly, a little joyful, a little innocent, like a child who got his favorite toy.

Lifting his heavy arm, he looked at the pearl light, carefully watching the situation outside, the situation of that person through the opening of the little conch.

Suddenly, a muffled groan sounded in his ear, and he looked outside through the other person's eyes and couldn't see the situation of that person.He turned over anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

What responded to him was a stream of blood dripping down.

In the holy city, the snow-capped mountains are rolling and undulating, the snow will not melt for a thousand years, and the biting cold wind is something that even the most gifted monk with fire roots can't resist.

Because the coercion of the thousands of demon kings who have been sleeping here has been condensed into substance, and even the spiritual energy cannot penetrate, and the spiritual power cannot be used, unless your cultivation base and spiritual consciousness can break this huge coercion. pressure.

The Heavenly Demon Mausoleum is at the northernmost water level in the five directions. Scattered pious Heavenly Demons who seem to be on a pilgrimage climb up the snow mountain step by step along the way, chanting ancient and complicated scriptures.

Xuan Xing: "..." Demon Realm's belief culture is indeed the best in the mainland. They are so focused on worshiping, they probably won't find that he walked up like this.

With such a beautiful lucky idea, Xuan Xing stepped on the road to the top of the snow-capped mountain with a solemn face.

Snow particles, hail, strong winds, there is really everything along the way.

Fortunately, even if he couldn't use his spiritual power, the physical strength of Nascent Soul's cultivation was still there. Even if he felt that his whole body was being chilled by the severe cold, in fact, his physical body was still in good condition.The ice-cold spiritual power here is so abundant, it is a great tonic for him, the pain is just the pain point, Xuan Xingru comforted himself.

Just as he prayed, no one really noticed Xuan Xing's "impiety" along the way, because the snow was falling too hard, the road wrapped in white was unclear, and the wind was blowing too hard, piercing pedestrians couldn't open their eyes.

After discovering this, Xuan Xing continued to climb up safely, planning to do something to divert the blood-clotting cold pain, and then he began to call his cute little apprentice, "Sweet? Sweet."

There was no response, and after a while, Xuan Xing coughed, "Ayao, Ayao, Ayao, are you bored, let me tell you a story."

The question fell to nothing, Xuan Xing sighed in his heart, Xiao Aojiao was really angry and played cold war with him, tsk tsk tsk, is there any master in this world who pampers his apprentice more than him?

Alas, who told him to abduct a minor?

"Once upon a time, there was a temple on a snow-capped mountain. There was a little monk and a big monk in the temple. One day the big monk said to the little monk..."

Even if the little apprentice ignored him playing the cold war, he, as a respected teacher, couldn't just ignore others naively, right? He began to tell the Liuyang version of the most suitable story for children's physical and mental development, hoping to influence his arrogant little apprentice.

Then, a day and a night passed, until Xuan Xing climbed to the top of the snow mountain, he didn't hear any cute voice from his little apprentice.

Xuan Xing: "..." It's impossible for my apprentice to fall asleep like this. It must have fallen asleep.I actually have such patience to tell the story of a day and a night.Although I am not the dead-faced man of the original body, as a male god (stick), I also think that I am reticent and just right.The current change must be because I love my little apprentice too much.Fortunately, I don’t need my mouth to communicate now, otherwise my throat must be sore.

When he saw the majestic and majestic buildings in front of him, Xuan Xing suddenly realized that in order to resist the cold and pain, he turned into a chatterbox, and his mind was complicated for a while.Fortunately, the little apprentice fell asleep and didn't hear it.

In front of me is a "snowman" with a broom sweeping the snow in front of the tomb.

Living in the Holy City, a place where the aura is cramped, the tomb guards cannot cultivate. They are just the most ordinary mortals, but they have the loyalty to sacrifice their souls to the devil king.From generation to generation, from generation to generation, they have been cleaning the unchanging snow in front of the mausoleum.

The grave guard in front of him was only in his early twenties, but the bitter cold made him look thin and old.His body, hair tips, and face were covered with snowflakes, and the thick snow on his shoulders did not bend his shoulders, and he still stood upright.

Hearing the sound of people, he looked back at Xuan Xing, then handed over the broom to the other party, turned around and walked slowly into a small cave next to him, and came out after a while with a magic torch and flint.

After Xuan Xing swept away a piece of snow, he stuffed the magic torch and flint into the opponent's hand.

Lit the magic torch with a flint, Xuan Xing solemnly held the black magic torch emitting a dazzling red light high above his head, and made a seal of the highest level of the demons - respected king, hereby offer all my reverence and loyalty.

When the magic torch is burned out, a ray of black soul shoots into the solemn and dark building, which is the concentrated power of loyal thoughts.

"Okay." The gravekeeper spoke for the first time, his voice was not as hoarse and rough as imagined, but as clear as a spring.

"I've been in this place since I was born, don't you regret it?" Xuan Xing turned around and asked suddenly.

The gravekeeper glanced at him expressionlessly, his cold face was like the snow that hadn't melted for a thousand years, "My father became a gravekeeper at the age of ten, and died at the age of 30 because of the bitter cold, and then I became a gravekeeper." people."

"I see that you have extraordinary aptitude. You should be powerful, dominate the world, or pursue the Dao, and live a long life. Could it be that you gave up everything because of this ridiculous fate?"

Hearing this, the tomb keeper moved his eyes and fixedly took a look at Xuan Xing, his gaze was far away, as if his left eye was looking at the ancient past and his right eye was looking at the distant future, he suddenly said, "You are here again."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the Demon King's Mausoleum with the same steps and opened the dusty door, which had not been opened for 50 years.

"How do you understand this kind of thing?"

The heavy door closed again, as if it had never been opened.

Stepping inside, Xuan Xing's mind was still filled with the unremarkable words of the tomb guard.

In fact, that passage is the tomb guard who the protagonist asked in the Holy Tomb in the original book, because the already blackened protagonist cannot imagine that there are people in the world who are willing to sacrifice their lives like the tomb guard.Unexpectedly, it triggered the opening of the copy of the Holy Tomb.

——Are you here again?

This sentence is really the top ten unsolved mysteries of "Three Realms Supreme".Who is this "you"?Who will the gravekeeper who will not live to be 30 know?How could a tomb guard with no cultivation base open the gate of the Demon King's Mausoleum?

Xuan Xing walked step by step in the uninhabited ancient tomb, and every step he took, a pearl was lit up, and every step was full of splendor.

Because of igniting the magic torch, there is a certain kind of power in the body, and the oppressive pressure in the room is relieved, and instead, there is pity for the younger generation.

Xuan Xing said inwardly that he was guilty, he only looked for the demon king who took away Mrs. Shen's body, and he only took away Mrs. Shen's body, so he would definitely not harm the seniors at all.

There are no organs in the mausoleum, after all, for those who can withstand the coercion of the mausoleum of the devil, any organ is just a decoration.

As for a certain person who comes here with a plot in mind, he is naturally out of consideration.

Fortunately for this, Xuan Xing, a pseudo-celestial demon clan, entered and exited small tombs as if entering no one's land.Every corpse of Rentian Demon King in the ice crystal coffin is well protected, just like when he was born.

In the mausoleum, I couldn't develop my spiritual consciousness, and it was the second day after I came down from room to room, but I still haven't found the arrogant Heavenly Demon King.

another day...

But how can people be willing to give up halfway now?

There is no need to worry about being discovered in the mausoleum, as for going out... At worst, he will catch the demons on the road to draw their demonic energy.

Xuan Xing calmed down and continued to look for the demon king.

Another day.

When walking into this mausoleum, a faint fragrance hit, and purple irises covered the floor.This style of painting...

Xuan Xing's spirit lifted.

The arrogance and unruliness in the pitch-black robe will always be fixed on this handsome and evil face.

A patient who would use his wisps of aura and spirit to make someone else's false wife into a bad taste, Xuan Xing carefully walked around the other party and carefully searched for Mrs. Shen's body in the other party's funeral.

Opening a sea of ​​flowers, suddenly a black whirlwind rushed out, Xuan Xing was caught off guard and was bounced far away.

"Hahaha, Shen Xiaolang, I knew you would come over, did you think that after I die, you can easily get her back without seeing me?"

Complacent laughter rang in the empty room, but no one responded.There was only one man who had fallen into a coma, with a stream of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly there was a movement in the man's arms, a light flashed past, and a handsome figure appeared here out of thin air.

"Why are you injured again? Sure enough... I still have to look at you?" He helped the man who fell on the ground, and he wiped the blood from the corner of the other's mouth with some displeasure and distress.Lowering his head, he pressed his forehead against the other's forehead and rubbed it lightly, looking for the connection of the contract.

The man under the head suddenly opened his eyes, and the pupils shrank sharply.

"!"

The four eyes met, full of astonishment.