Shen Mu [Divine Grave]

,,,,,,,,,, through the vastness of the universe, condensing the heaven and earth Xuanhuang ... Even if you get rid of the six reincarnations, you can't escape the turmoil of that day ...

The devil and cemetery is located in the central part of the Tianyuan continent. In addition to burying the strongest human beings in the past and the top cultivators of the different types, each of the graves is buried with an ancient **** or demon. This is a piece of God Devil's resting place. \\

In the cemetery, there are green grass and fragrant flowers. If there is no tablet forest, it would not be too much to call it a garden. The outer periphery of the cemetery is a tall snow maple tree, but it is unique to the **** and demon cemetery, and it is said that it is transformed by the spirit of the dead **** and demon.

The green foliage of the snow maple trees is lush and swaying gently with the breeze, as if recalling the glory of the past, the white petals are white and flawless, like snowflakes floating in the air, this is the tears of the gods, it seems to be telling the sadness once .

The day and night of the cemetery are diametrically opposed.

During the daytime, the immortal spirit is here, and the holy radiance spills over every inch of the cemetery. You can see all kinds of gods transformed by the immortal powerful thoughts of ancient gods and deities. You can even see Western angels dancing and listen. When the oriental fairy sang, the entire cemetery was in a sacred atmosphere.

If it is a paradise for the gods during the day, then it is the pure land of the devil at night.

Whenever the sun goes down and the night falls, the dark magic energy starts to surge from the cemetery, disappointing Xingyue and making the world bleak. At this time, you can see the legendary fierce illusions and demonic ghosts raging in the mausoleum, and you can hear the grotesque groaning of ancient evil spirits.

The sacred and horrible **** and demon cemetery is a holy garden jointly worshipped by cultivators in the east and west of the Tianyuan mainland. People can often be seen during the day to commemorate the memorial. Even at night, you can see some special cultivators come to mourn, such as : The corpse killer in the east, the necromancer in the west ...

The cemetery was the most peaceful at sunset, and the entire cemetery was quiet and silent.

It was another sunset, and it was time for the gods and demons to alternate, and the afterglow of the setting sun rendered the gods and demons cemetery solemn and somewhat strange.

Every tomb of the gods and deities has been carefully taken care of, and each tomb is filled with flowers.

There is a small tomb beside the tall divine tombs. The small tomb is unobtrusive. There are no tombstones and flowers. A simple small earthen bag is almost flush with the ground. With the passage of time, the erosion of wind and rain, this unknown tomb has been forgotten in the corner.

In the evening glow, the tombs of the gods and demons appear taller, and the tombs of the unknown appear more obscure. However, at this moment, the low-lying tomb changed, the tomb slowly cracked, and the soil on the top of the grave began to roll down.

A pale palm stretched out of the grave, followed by another, two palms forcibly grabbed the edge of the grave, a young man with a dazed face slowly climbed up from the grave, with disheveled long hair It was covered with dirt, and the broken shirt clung tightly to it. In addition to the extremely pale face of the youth, the whole person looks very ordinary. It is a character that is absolutely unnoticeable in the crowd.

"What is this place? Why am I here?" The young man muttered, looking at the grave in front of him, his expression even more confused.

Suddenly he was deeply attracted by the inscription on a tomb beside him. At this time, if someone saw the young man watching the ancient text on the tombstone, he would be shocked because this ancient text is even old Scholars can only shake their heads bitterly.

At the moment after reading the inscription, the youth's expression changed drastically, exclaiming: "The Tomb of the Eastern Wushen War Promise, is this ... is this true? This is really the legendary character of the Three Realms and the Six Roads, the legendary war of the world, War Wuji? ... God can't escape death? "

Another tall tomb next to him shocked him again, "The tomb of the Western God of War Caesar, Caesar? Is that the Western main **** wearing the golden armor and holding the golden holy sword?"

He seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and looked out, and the tall tombs of the gods and demons stood in the sunset and looked particularly striking.

"The tomb of the Peony Fairy of the Eastern Immortals, the tomb of Nasi the Western Goddess of Wisdom, the tomb of Li Changfeng of the Eastern Wu Xian, the tomb of the Aotiantian of the Eastern Demon, the tomb of Lucifer of the Western Demon ..."

"Oh my god! What's wrong with this world? Isn't ... all the gods of the past are dead, all ... are buried here?" The youth's expression changed abruptly, with an incredible expression on his face.

"But ... the gods of the Eastern Fairyland and the Western Magical Land ... how are they buried together?"

Suddenly, the young man noticed the small grave under his feet. He froze at once, cold sweat soaked in his broken clothes, and he was cold as if falling into an ice cellar.

"I ... I crawled out of the grave ..." His eyes were blank, dazed, his soul seemed to be pulled away from his body, and he fell to the ground weakly.

"I am Chennan, I have ... died, but ... I am resurrected ..."

After a long time, Nankong ’s eyes gradually became angry, and finally showed a shocked look: "Oh my god! What the hell! Since I am dead, why did I let me crawl out of the grave?"

"Does God let me useless person continue that mediocre life ?!" After the shock, Chen Nan's face was more of a pain than a daze, he closed his eyes and hugged his head with his hands.

He clearly remembered that he was defeated in a duel, but at the moment ...

The past scenes came to mind, the once, the faded, the eternal ... left too much regret in his heart!

The world is still vast, the flowers and plants are still fragrant, but his heart is empty, without a trace of falling.

It took a long time for Chen Nan to slowly rise from the ground. His eyes began to dissipate in the cemetery. Finally, he finally determined that this was a tomb group belonging to the gods and demons. After the shock, he gradually calmed down.

"The hardest gold-steel tombstones have all been carved with the vicissitudes of time. This will probably take ten thousand years. The vicissitudes of the sea, the long years of time, hey ......... a dream forever!" Chen Nan exclaimed.

Looking at the forest-like tombstone, he was full of doubts.

"The tomb of Xiao Zhen, the tiger of Xiao Zhen, the tomb of the three-headed dragon dragon, the tomb of Wu Shengliang, the tomb of the **** knight Otto ... It seems that in addition to the gods and demon, there are also some strong humans And few rare practitioners. "

"What happened exactly 10,000 years ago? Why did the gods, who claim to be immortal, die? Why did the gods of the fairy continent and the magic continent be buried together? Why am I buried here?"

The breeze blew gently, disturbing his dirty long hair, and disturbing his lonely heart.

Chennan Yangtian shouted: "Who can tell me, what happened?"

No one answered him.

In the distance, the tall snow maple trees have fallen petals, and they are flying in the air, and the flowers are like tears, and the dead gods are crying!

"God is dead, the demon is gone, I'm still alive ... God, why did you let me crawl out of the grave, where will I go?"

The sun is shining on the west mountain, and the evening glow dyes half of the sky, and the red clouds on the edge of the sky are set on the road to Phnom Penh.

Chen Nan picked up his lost feelings. He knew that there were no choices at all, and he could only move forward step by step.

He carefully filled the small grave under his feet with soil, and then walked out of the cemetery. He couldn't help but stunned when he walked through the snow-filled maple forest. He had never seen a tree with such a strong aura. He secretly suspected, is this a new tree species that appeared in the long years of "sleeping"?

When the white and flawless petals fell in front of Chen Nan, there was a blur in front of his eyes, and the dusty memory was slowly opened, which was also a time of falling flowers ...

He remembered the "she" in his heart ...

"The vicissitudes of the earth, the world is ups and downs ... Alas!" Chen Nan shook his head and strode out to the forest.

When he walked out of the snow maple forest, it was also the setting sun, and the originally peaceful cemetery of gods and demons was not peaceful, the dark devil qi rose from the cemetery, and the endless darkness began to cover the entire cemetery.

Chennan vaguely heard a burst of roar from behind, but he didn't care, he thought the beast began to haunt after sunset. He stretched his muscles and said to himself: "Ten thousand years, the body hasn't rusted yet." He knows that his kung fu is not too good, but there should be no problem with ordinary beasts.

Three cottages appeared not far in front of the snow maple forest. A skinny old man stood in front of the door. The old man had all his hair and his face was engraved with weather-wrinkled wrinkles.

There was an inexplicable emotion in Chen Nan's heart. This was the first person he saw after his rebirth. There was a touch of cordiality, a trace of loss, a trace of confusion ...

He was born in front of his parents ten thousand years ago, but when he was born again ten thousand years ago, he faced such an old man.

"How can I associate my parents with this old man?" He smiled self-deprecatingly.

The old man came to him trembling with a cane, and it looked shocking, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Chen Nan hurried forward to help the old man. The old man waved his hand and signaled him to let go. He said a few words to him with a reproachful tone, but Chen Nan did not understand a word.

The obscure voice made him feel cold for a while. He suddenly realized that 10,000 years had passed, and the continental language of his era had been abandoned by history.

He had hoped to understand the world today through the old man, but his speech was impassable, and his hopes were shattered.

The old man saw that his eyes were dull, his face calmed down, and his tone became calm, but when he saw that he was still blank, the old man frowned, and then took his hand and walked towards the hut.

Chen Nan Muran followed behind the old man and intuitively told him that the old man was not malicious to him, but because of the impossibility of speech, he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

The old man took him to the hut, pointed his finger at the wooden barrel on the ground, and pointed to the well not far away, then walked into the house.

"Let me go fetch water? Does he want me to be a coolie here?" Chen Nan secretly guessed.

When the old man appeared in front of him again, he knew that he had blamed the old man wrongly, and the pair of thin palms handed over a set of used clothes.

Looking at the faint smile on the old man's face, he couldn't help but look red. At this time, he was ragged, unkempt, and dirty.

Chen Nan felt sad for a while. Ten thousand years ago he had been so embarrassed. He silently lifted the wooden barrel to the well.

He turned his qi in his body and exerted a little pressure, and his broken shirt completely shattered and fell to the ground.

This is the god's silkworm costume! Time is the most ruthless, and the treasures that were not invaded by fire and water, and invulnerable to swords and guns could not withstand the erosion of thousands of years!

The cold well water washed away the dirt on his body, but he couldn't wash away the troubles in his heart.

"What should I do? I can't communicate with people without understanding the language of today's mainland, so how can I survive in this world!"

Chen Nan put on the clothes the old man prepared for him and walked to the hut to thank the old man and smile.

A scent of rice came, and the old man slowly walked to the stove next to him, at the same time beckoning him past.

Chen Nan picked up a bowl of porridge that the old man handed him, and he felt with emotion: Ten thousand years, I did n’t expect that I could still sit at the dinner table.

His belly is empty, he should not eat greasy things, a bowl of porridge is just right. After dinner, the sky was already dim. Chen Nan walked into the house with the old man. The old man lit the candle, and a little candlelight filled the cabin with mild warm colors.

The furnishings in the house are simple: a wooden bed, a chair, and a desk.

The desk was spotless and clean, with more than a dozen words placed neatly on it, and Chen Nan didn't know any of them. After thousands of years, the words on the mainland had already changed beyond recognition.

When the old man walked to another room, Chen Nan was lying on the chair with a lot of thoughts, but there was no trace of joy.

Although he had a distinguished family background ten thousand years ago, he was mediocre. He lived in such a flying library. He was under too much pressure and suffered from pain all the time. He was tired of that kind of life. If it weren't for the part of his heart, death might not be a relief for him.

He is alive and well, and after a thousand years he actually came back to life. Although he got rid of the heavy pressure on him, everything changed ...

Chen Nan felt extremely bitter, his relatives and friends had already returned to the nether world, and his confidante had also returned to the Loess Ridge. Now that he was left alone in this world, he felt no interest.

He laughed at himself: "Whether I got rid of history, or was it abandoned by history?"

The candle tears dried up, the spark finally flashed, and the room fell into darkness.

There was a little starlight outside the window, and the night was exceptionally quiet, but Chen Nan was tossing and turning in bed and could not sleep.

He forced himself to calm down and run the family to teach Xuan Gong. He wanted to see if his skills were still there after Wan Zai passed.

True qi swam in his body like a trickle, and after ten thousand years passed, the skill in his body did not change at all.

Due to the deliberate operation of Xuan Gong, his senses immediately became sharp, and he loomingly heard the dull sorrows coming from the direction of the cemetery, which was horrifying.

"There are so many beasts? This old man is very old. It is really dangerous to keep a tomb here alone!"

Chen Nan didn't know that at this moment the old man had entered the devil's cemetery, and he carried a flower basket in his hand, which was filled with fragrant snow maple flowers. The old man was blind to those fierce illusions and demonic virtual movies. He placed a few white petals of white jade in front of each curtain, and his expression was extremely pious.

In Chennan's "former residence", the low, small grave had almost disappeared due to the sinking of floating soil after hollowing out, only slightly raised above the ground.

The old man walked tremblingly and sighed, "Ah! Who told you that you don't have a tombstone? I'm afraid you will disappear from the world's memory in the future. That's fine, one less glory, one more bland, clean , To avoid being disturbed. Where do you come from, and where do you go back. "

After all, the old man squatted slowly, stretched out his hands, and carefully spread the raised floating soil elsewhere, and the small grave completely disappeared. More than a dozen petals floated down from the air, leaving a burst of sweet fragrance.

In the morning, a ray of sunlight came into the room from the window, Chen Nan opened his confused eyes and said to himself: "Strange, why didn't my father send someone to urge me to practice today? Yes, he has quickly stepped into the fairy In the realm of martial arts, there is no time to control me. "

Suddenly he noticed the simple furnishings in the room. He sat up violently and murmured after a long time: "It turns out that all this is true, and the years have passed in a hurry!"

He gently pushed open the small door of the hut and came to the courtyard. The fresh air with flowers and grass scented face to face, refreshing. A faint mist lingered in the forest, flowing slowly, and the birds were not surprised when they met people, jumping around in the trees, and crowed gently. Chen Nan closed his eyes and felt the harmonious poetic environment with his heart.

"Are you awake?" The old man's voice came from behind him.

Chen Nan couldn't understand the old man's words and had to give a smile.

After having breakfast, Chennan stood up and pointed to the path leading to the distance, waved goodbye to the old man, he bowed deeply to the old man before leaving.

After an hour, he came to a small town. Because he looks ordinary, the clothes he wears are also the clothing of today's mainland, so no one pays attention to him.

At this time, Chen Nan was rejoicing and worried. He was happy that his new life was about to begin. What was worrying was that he did not understand the current language on the mainland.

Chen Nan was surprised to find that in addition to people with black hair and black eyes like him, there are also blonde residents in the town, as well as red hair and blue eyes, blue hair and black eyes ...

"It seems that too many things have happened this ten thousand years, and I must integrate into this society as soon as possible."

Chen Nan suddenly felt a cold spine and a chill in his heart. With intuition, he knew that a master was staring at him.

A half-century Taoist shook his head not far behind him and sighed, "Strange, just now I clearly felt a strange breath in this young man. How can it disappear after careful exploration?"

Chen Nan didn't dare to look back until the old Taoist walked away. He only saw a back view, which was indifferent and elegant.

Chen Nan remembered what his father said to him: "Chen Nan, you must remember that people who can see through the mystery of Xuan Gong in our family are not simple. It is not a real master of martial arts or a monk born. You want Be very careful! "

"He is a monk! Isn't this kind of person seldom walking in this world?" Chen Nan knows the horror of this kind of people deeply, and the martial arts master who is not a cultivator is not afraid to be against it.

My father ’s words were still in my ears: "... reshape the body, solidify the primordial spirit, reach the point of living together with the heavens and the earth, and shining with the sun and the moon. This is the ultimate goal of monasticism, which is the realm of immortality. And we martial arts are going The road of self-cultivation is against the sky, so as to reach the legendary fairy martial realm. In the eyes of most people, the path taken by the martial people is not as good as the monk, but ... "

His father did not go on, but Chen Nan already understood that the martial artist was not incapable of resisting the monks, because his father was the best example. Even if those who had accomplished monks met him, they only talked about them in the same age. .

Thinking of this, Chen Nan thought, "I don't know if my father finally stepped into the realm of Xianwu. If so ... maybe there will be a day when the father and son meet."

But when he thought of the forest-like gravestone in the mausoleum, he panicked.

"If my father stepped into the Xianwu realm, I'm afraid it would be hard to escape ..."

He was sad for a while.

Pedestrians came and went on the street, and there was a lot of buying and selling, and there was a lot of excitement, but Chen Nan felt very lonely. He felt that he was an abandoned child of this world, and was abandoned by the ruthless history.

"I am mediocre. Since I am dead, why did I let me climb out of the tomb after a long time?"

A large cloud flew across the sky, and the sky immediately dimmed.

"boom"

After a thunder, the shops on both sides of the street closed, and pedestrians hurried on the street. Soon afterwards, it was deserted on Gongfu Street, leaving him standing alone in the middle of the road.

After the thunder and thunder, the heavy rain fell down, and the cold rain drenched Chen Nan's clothes. He felt cold all over his body. However, what was even colder was his heart, which was extremely cold.

"The world is big, where is my home?"

There was a rain curtain between the world and a lone figure walking blankly on the street, and Ren Yudian hit him frantically.

"Where will I go? Ten thousand years ago, even if I was mediocre, I was still a child of the family, with the respect that ordinary people can't imagine ... But now that I have lost everything, do I want to live a mediocre life in the vast sea of ​​people? I really Not reconciled! "

"Haha ... What if you are not reconciled, can you change all this? You were mediocre and incompetent thousands of years ago, and you are still mediocre after ten years!"

Chen Nan asked himself, and his face was full of pain.

"Yeah, I ’m a mediocre generation, and my family ’s mystery has n’t gone backwards and forwards, but I fell from the second-day mahayana to the middle of the first-day. Is my qualifications really too bad? "People say Long Shenglong, Feng Shengfeng, but I ..."

"My father entered the state of Mahayana at the age of 19 when he was 19 years old. He became famous all over the world. He was standing at the peak of martial arts at the age of 40. I am his biological son, 20 years old, But still staying on the first day! "

"I know, my father never blamed me, but I really can't accept this reality ..."

"Hey, father and son, all old friends at the time were talking about me in the back."

"Maybe only she thinks that I will one day shine."

Thinking of the "she" in her heart, Chen Nan felt sad for a while, and unbearable pain came in her heart.

"Yu Xin, do you know that the last thing I regret is that I didn't say those three words to you:" I love you "."

Shaohua perishes, and the face changes easily.

Yu Xin is the everlasting pain in Chen Nan's heart and the regret of his life.

Chen Nan ran into an alley without knowing the direction. He felt uncomfortable in his chest, and a **** smell came up from his belly.

"Wow"

He opened his mouth and spit blood ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ poured into muddy water.

"Yu Xin, I love you!" His eyes were black and he lost consciousness.

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It is necessary to mention that in the first chapter, there is a passage: There is a small tomb beside the large group of gods and tombs, which is unobtrusive, no tombstones, no flowers, a simple The small earth bag is almost flush with the ground. With the passage of time, the erosion of wind and rain, this unknown tomb has been forgotten in the corner.

It can be seen from this that this small grave is different from other graves. In addition to burying the strongest among humans and the top cultivators in aliens, the other graves are buried with an ancient **** or demon. . But before the protagonist died, Xiu was mediocre, where he could be buried.

The reason is mentioned, because several book friends have asked me why the protagonist was resurrected from the **** and demon cemetery, but the cultivation is mediocre. Haha, there is an answer in the article. Now that I have clicked on it, I will not answer this question again.