True Immortal of the Netherworld

The "original body" of the "Clone of the Demon Lord of the Western Region" melted into this windy and snowy world, and he was left with only a pair of conscious eyes observing in the void.

He was like a bystander reading a story written in a book, but the story was too clear and right before his eyes.

The wind is like a whip, and the flying snow is like a knife.

This wind and snow lasted for an unknown number of days. The raging snow beast finally got tired of tossing, and the remaining cold wind was its heavy breathing.

The sky and the earth were completely white, filled with a solemn look.

An inconspicuous fur tent huddled alone in the snow.

The roof of the tent was covered with large masses of snow, and from a distance it looked like a huge and fierce snow leopard lying there greedily.

The fur tent was tilted a lot and was on the verge of collapse. Several holes were torn open on its surface by the fangs of the wind. The cold wind turned into flying pythons and got in through the holes, roaring.

In the fur tent.

There were three young boys, one of whom looked to be eight or nine years old. The remaining two have childish faces written all over them, and they only look like they are five or six years old.

The three children were wrapped in sheepskin coats and crowded together. Their little faces were purple with cold, and there was only fear on their faces.

The fire in the tent has become dark and cold, and the dried cow dung as fuel has been used up.

"Brothers, the wind and snow outside have stopped. Our father went out to graze and has not come back yet. Our mother went out to look for her and has not come back yet." The eldest child's eyes were moist.

After a pause, the eldest child continued: "We can't wait any longer. The food at home has been eaten up. We haven't eaten for two days. If we wait any longer, we will all starve to death."

"Father..., mother..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The two younger brothers began to cry after hearing this. They had no strength and their cries were so feeble.

"Don't cry. As long as my brother is here, he will lead you to live bravely." The eldest child vowed.

The eldest child remembered what his mother said to him before going out, "You are the oldest boy in the family. You must be a role model for your two younger brothers and be a brave man."

The eldest child wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and stood up hard. Hungry left him with little strength.

The eldest child looked up at the holes in the tent and said, "If this continues, my two younger brothers and I will freeze to death if we don't starve to death."

The eldest child walked to the door of the tent, opened the latch with force, grabbed the door handle with both hands, and pulled hard.

With a crash, the snow piled at the door fell in, almost burying the older child's calves.

The eldest child took a shovel, and the two younger brothers came over to help.

After the three children worked together, the holes in the roof were sealed with old clothes and felt.

Without the invasion of wind snakes, the room seemed to be warmer, but what they breathed out was still clouds of white mist.

The older children dug out the few remaining pieces of dried cow dung in the snow and happily brought them into the house.

The fire in the room was rekindled, emitting a dreamy red color, which reflected the faces of the three children surrounding the fire.

Gulu, Gulu, Gulu, drums were beating in the stomachs of the three children.

"Brothers, wait for me. I'll go out to look for food." The older child stood up and tightened his waistband with his belt, which might drive away some of the hunger in his stomach.

"Brother, come back quickly."

"Brother, we are waiting for you."

The eldest child set out alone, looking for food.

There is a vast expanse of white in front of us. There is no road, and only the mountains in the distance can tell the direction.

The eldest child recalled in his mind the scene before his parents left.

"My dear, the rain has not been good this year and the vegetation has not grown. If the cows at home do not have enough to eat, life will be even more difficult. I took the few remaining cows at home to Kunlu

Grazing at the foot of the sacred mountain, where there is a river, there will naturally be grass. "The man said with a firm expression.

"Master." The woman stretched out her hands and held one of the man's big hands. "Kunlu Mountain is a mountain of gods, and we mortals cannot approach it casually. According to legend, if you offend the mountain gods, you will be punished by being lowered."

The man stretched out his hands to hold the woman's hand tightly, and said with a serious expression: "The weather is dry this year, the vegetation is barren, all the sheep are starving to death, and there are only a few cows left at home. If this continues, we will starve to death." Human. Is there any greater punishment than this?”

The woman was speechless.

The man looked in the direction of Kunlu Mountain, "Other families in the tribe have dispersed in search of water and grassland. Right now, the direction of Kunlu Mountain is the only way out. If the spirit of the mountain wants to punish, then punish me alone. Bar."

"Take care of the three children and yourself." The man left a message and set off with a few skinny cows.

Kunlu Mountain is tall in the sky, like a miracle, unreachable.

A few days later, a sudden snowstorm came, but the man did not return. When the snowstorm stopped, the woman went out to look for him, but she did not return.

...

The older child trudged forward in the snow, leaving a string of lonely footprints behind him.

The eldest child's eyes have been looking at Kunlu Mountain on the horizon, which is the direction where his parents are going.

The tall Kunlu Mountain seems to be right in front of you. In fact, when I walked over, it was much further than what I saw.

A day passed.

Kunlu Mountain is tall in the sky, like a miracle, unreachable.

It got dark.

Hunger made the older children weaker and weaker, and the wind became colder and colder, making their steps difficult.

The older child tightened his belt again, but the hunger in his stomach could not be driven away.

Looking around, there are shadows, no human beings, and no shadow of parents.

"I've been out for such a long time. I'm afraid the dried cow dung at home will be burned out and my parents can't find it. I must find some food to go back to my brothers first." The eldest child thought to himself.

The moonlight rose and lit up the snow, but the light was cold.

The older child didn't dare to stop. He was afraid that if he stopped, he would never be able to move again.

At that moment, he discovered the footprints of the wild wolf in the snow with the help of the moonlight.

"Wild wolves are the smartest. Wherever they are, there is food."

The older children followed the wolf's footprints diligently.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the eldest child was stunned by the scene in front of him.

It was a corpse.

The skin and flesh of the corpse had been chewed off by wild wolves, and the snow was stained with blood, giving off the smell of blood.

The older child walked over holding his nose.

"This man is dead, don't you know who he is?" The eldest child saw the tattered clothes left on the body and concluded that they were not his parents'. He felt an inexplicable sense of comfort in his heart, but the next moment it turned into worry. The results may not be much better than this...

The older child's eyes were filled with tears as he rummaged through the remains of the corpse's clothes.

A dry flour cake, a dry flour cake as small as the face, wrapped in several layers of straw paper.

The older child seemed to have discovered a treasure. Hunger roared in his stomach, and he instinctively put the piece of dough to his mouth.

"The two younger brothers haven't eaten yet." The eldest child rewrapped the dry bread and placed it in his arms.

The eldest child turned around and followed the footsteps he came from, heading back towards home.

The next day, in the sheepskin tent.

The dried cow dung in the fire left only sporadic firelight, and the eldest child and his two younger brothers huddled together.

The eldest child took out the dry bread and toasted it in the residual heat of the fire. Then he tore the dry dough apart from the middle, divided it into two parts, and distributed it to his two younger brothers without hesitation.

"You guys eat it, my brother ate it on the way."

The two brothers each took half a piece of dry flour cake and started chewing it.

"When you are full, you can go to bed. When it gets dark, my brother will go out to find food for you." The eldest child looked at the two younger brothers eating with a smile on his face.

The three children cuddled together, holding hands and heart to heart, with the same smile on their faces.

"I heard from adults before that Kunlu Mountain is a sacred mountain. There is no hunger or cold there..." The older child told the story hard.

The two younger brothers listened carefully and fell asleep.

Its daybreak.

The eldest child fell asleep forever, with the smile from last night still on his face.

The two younger brothers held onto their elder brother's hand, waiting for him to wake up again and never let go.

...

Two days later, the few surviving men from the tribe found the tent.

In front of them, the hands of three children were held tightly together, and the same smile remained on their faces.

"All three children are dead."

"Their parents may have been caught in the snowstorm outside."

"There's no food, we're late."

"This snowstorm has killed most of the people in the tribe."

Several men wiped tears from their eyes.

At this moment, the avatar of the Demon Lord of the Western Region could not help but shed tears as he read this story. He choked, but only he could hear it.

Outside the tent.

Kunlu Mountain is tall in the sky, like a miracle, unreachable.

Three days later.

On the other side of Kunlu Mountain, in a Yuanmo Temple, a noble lady gave birth to a baby boy.

"Congratulations, madam, it's a boy. The bloodline of the Purple Lion family has been passed on directly." said the maid who delivered the baby.

"Why is this child not crying, but smiling?" the noble lady said, stroking the child's little face.

It would be three years before the child could speak.

And this child has a secret that only he knows. There are three souls living in his body at the same time. He talks to himself when no one is around.

Born as one body with three souls.

A few years later, when the child grew up, his talent emerged and he entered the path of Yuan Demon. He went to Kunlu Mountain to practice, unified all the tribes in the Western Region, and became the Demon Lord of the Western Region.

...

In the real world, on the heaven and earth platform of the True Lotus Heaven Realm.

The clone of the Demon Lord of the Western Region with a "Western style" appearance finished reading this story.

"Is this my past life and this life?" He whispered in a daze.

The illusion of reincarnation.

...

At the moment when "Xicheng Feng" was hit by the "Illusion of Reincarnation" of the Golden Jade Monk's Celestial Eye, Xicheng Feng's eyes turned pale gold and he stood there in a daze.

The golden jade monk on the opposite side had used his three types of celestial eye magical powers in succession, and his physical strength had reached its limit.

A line of blood flowed from the third golden eye of the golden monk. Then, the blood line turned into a pale golden mist and dispersed.

"Amitabha." The golden jade monk panted, "This guy fell into my illusion of reincarnation. Can I defeat this guy by myself? This must be the strength of this young monk."

The little golden monk swayed and almost fell down.

"The physical strength has reached its limit." The young golden jade monk raised his head and glanced at the floating clouds in the sky.

Floating clouds are like roast chicken.

The golden monk got the strength from nowhere, straightened his waist, and walked towards the "Xicheng Feng" on the opposite side.

"Before this guy wakes up, I have to seal his body."

The little golden jade monk is getting closer and closer to the "West City Wind", three feet, two feet, one foot.

At this moment, something strange happened.