Chapter 1: Ancient Tomb

Through the vastness of the universe, condensed 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.
The green grass and fragrant flowers in the mausoleum, if there is no such forest of tablets, it is not 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 cemetery has a completely opposite scene between day and night.
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 of the gods during the day, then here is the pure land of the devil at night.
Every time the sun goes down, when the night falls, the dark demon qi begins to surge from the cemetery, making Xingyue bleak, 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 is the most peaceful at sunset, and the whole cemetery is 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 a little 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 group of gods and tombs. The tomb is unobtrusive. There is no tombstone and no 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 inconspicuous. 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 to himself, looking at the grave in front of him, his expression was 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 dramatically, exclaiming: "The Tomb of the Eastern Wushen War Promise, is this ... is this true? Is this really the legendary character who wandered across the Three Realms and the Six Roads, and was so powerful? Isn't ... God can't escape a death? "
Another tall tomb next to him shocked him again, "The tomb of the Western God of War Caesar, Caesar? Is that the Western God in 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 appeared particularly striking.
"The Tomb of the Peony Fairy of the Eastern Immortal, the Tomb of Nasi, the Western Goddess of Wisdom, the Tomb of Li Changfeng, the Eastern Wu Xian, the Tomb of the Aotian Heaven of the Eastern Demon, the Tomb of Lucifer, the Western Demon ..."
"Oh my god! What's wrong with this world? Isn't it ... all the gods of the past are dead, and 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 as cold as an ice cellar.
"I ... I was crawling 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 got angry, and finally showed a shocked look: "Oh my God! What the hell! Since I'm dead, why let me climb out of the grave?"
"Does God let me useless person continue that mediocre life ?!" After shock, Chen Nan's face was more of a pain than a daze, he closed his eyes and put his hands on his head.
He clearly remembered that he was defeated in a duel, but at this moment ...
The scenes of the past came to mind, that once, that faded, that eternal ... left too many regrets 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.
After a long time, Chen Nan slowly climbed up from the ground. His eyes began to dissipate in the cemetery. Finally, he finally determined that this was a tomb group belonging to gods and demons. After the shock, he gradually calmed down.
"The hardest gold-steel tombstones have all been sculpted with the vicissitudes of the past years. This will probably take ten thousand years, the vicissitudes of the sea, the long years of the past, hehe ... an eternal dream!" Chen Nan lamented.
Looked at the tombstone like Lin, 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 some strong people among humans buried here. And few rare practitioners. "
"What happened 10,000 years ago? Why did the gods who claimed to be immortal die? Why are the gods of the fairy continent and the magic continent buried together? Why am I buried here?"
The breeze gently blew, disturbing his dirty long hair, and also 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 in the sky, 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 am still alive ... God, why did you let me crawl out of the grave, where will I go?"
The day was thin in Xixi Mountain, and the evening glow dyed half of the sky, and the red clouds in the sky were set on the road to Phnom Penh.
Chennan 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 outside 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, his eyes were blurred for a while, 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 sea, 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, the original peaceful demon cemetery was not peaceful, the dark devil qi rose from the cemetery, and the endless darkness began to cover the entire cemetery.
Chen Nan 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.
Chen Nan's heart burst into an inexplicable emotion. This was the first person he saw after his rebirth. There was a touch of cordiality, a trace of loss, a trace of confusion ...
Ten thousand years ago he was born in front of his parents, 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 walked towards him with a cane and trembled tremblingly, which made people look shocked, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
Chennan hurried forward to help the old man. The old man waved his hand and motioned him to let go. He said a few words to him with a reproachful tone, but Chennan didn't 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 originally hoped to understand the world today through the old man, but his speech was impassable, which destroyed his hope.
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, then pulled 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 his 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. The thin palms handed over a set of used clothes. The old man obviously wanted him to change his 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.
Chennan 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 real energy, and with a little effort, the broken shirt on his body completely shattered and fell to the ground.
This is the god's silkworm treasure! 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 the mainland today, 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 burst of rice fragrance came, and the old man slowly walked to the stove next to him, and at the same time motioned him to pass.
Chen Nan picked up a bowl of porridge that the old man handed him, and he felt with emotion: 10,000 years ago, 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, a desk.
The desk was spotless, and there were more than a dozen books neatly placed on it, but Chen Nan didn't know any of the text on the cover. After thousands of years, the text on the mainland was completely unrecognizable, and he lost his heart for a while.
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 circle. He carried too much pressure and was suffering 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.
Man-made, he survived after ten thousand years, although he got rid of the heavy pressure on his body, everything changed ...
Chennan 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 is left alone in this world, he feels uninterested.
He laughed at himself: "Is it that I got rid of history, or am I abandoned by history?"
Candle tears dried up, the spark finally flashed, and the house fell into darkness.
A little bit of starlight outside the window, 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 his family to teach Xuan Gong. He wanted to see if his skills were still there after Wan Zai passed.
True qi swims in his body like a trickle, and after ten thousand years passed, the skill in his body has not changed at all.
Due to the deliberate operation of Xuan Gong, his senses immediately became sharp. He loomed to hear 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!"
Chennan didn't know that at this moment the old man had entered the devil's cemetery, and he held 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.
Chennan's "former residence", the low, small grave had almost disappeared due to the sinking of floating soil after the hollow, 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. "
Finally, 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 after a long time he murmured: "It turns out that all this is true, and the years have passed in a hurry!"
He gently pushed open the door of the hut and came to the courtyard. The fresh air with flowers and grass slammed into the face, which was 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.
Chennan 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.
One hour later, 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, and he was worried that he did not understand the language on the mainland.
Chennan 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, I must integrate into this society as soon as possible."
Chennan 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 could it be gone after careful exploration?"
Until the old Taoist walked away, Chen Nan dared to look back. 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 knew the horror of this kind of people deeply, and the martial arts masters who weren't cultivators were dared not to enemies.
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 about this, Chen Nan moved in his heart, "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 tombstone in the cemetery, there was a panic in his heart.
"If my father stepped into the Xianwu realm, I'm afraid it would be hard to escape ..."
He was sad for a while.
People came and went on the street, and there was a lot of buying and selling, and it was very lively, but Chen Nan felt very lonely. He felt that he was an abandoned child of this world and was abandoned by history.
"I am mediocre. Since I am dead, why did I let me climb out of the tomb after a long time?"
There was a huge cloud in the sky, and the sky dimmed immediately.
"Boom"
After the thunder, the shops on both sides of the street closed one after another, and the people on the street hurriedly walked away. After a while, the street was deserted, leaving him standing alone in the middle of the road.
After the thunder and thunder, the heavy rain fell down, and the cold rain soaked through Chen Nan's clothes. He felt cold all over his body. However, what was even colder was his heart.
"The world is big, where is my home?"
There was a rain curtain between heaven and earth, a lone figure walking blankly on the street, Ren Yudian hit him frantically.
Ten thousand years ago, Chen Nan was born in a family of martial arts and has a very high talent in martial arts. However, a nightmare began later, and he practiced his family heirloom without going backwards and forwards. He actually fell from the Mahayana realm of the second heaven to the middle level of the first heaven.
At that time, his father had stood at the peak of Budo. Such a family must be concerned by all directions. The pressure facing Chen Nan can be imagined.
During those gloomy days, ridicule, sarcasm ... pressure from all directions made him at a loss.
However, there is a person who always believes that one day he will be able to shine. Thinking of the "her", Chen Nan felt sad for a while, and UU read a book wwwwu.uukanshu.com with unbearable pain.
"Yu Xin, do you know? The last thing I regret is that I didn't say those three words to you:" I love you "."
Shaohua perishes, red face changes old.
Yuxin is the everlasting pain in Chen Nan's heart and the regret of his life.
Chennan had no direction, and stumbled into an alley. He felt uncomfortable in his chest, and a smell came up from his belly.
"Wow"
Opened his mouth and spit blood, poured into muddy water.
"Yu Xin ..." 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 tombstone, 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.
Mentions it, because several book friends have asked me why the protagonist was resurrected from the devil 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.
In addition, "The hardest gold-steel tombstones have been obviously carved with the vicissitudes of time. This may take tens of years." Chen Nan judged how long it has been from here, and two book friends have asked me this question, so Mention.