Holy grave

Traveling through the primordial cosmos, condensing the heaven and the earth.

The Mausoleum of Gods and Demons is located in the central area of the Tianyuan Continent. The entire cemetery houses the strongest humans in the history and the top cultivators of the different species. Every other grave is buried with an ancient god or demon. This is a piece of gods. The resting place of the devil.

The cemetery is full of green grass and fragrant flowers. If there is no forest of steles, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a garden. The cemetery is surrounded by tall snowy maple trees, which are unique to the cemetery of gods and demons, and it is said to have been transformed by the spirit of the dead gods and demons.

The green branches and leaves of the snow maple tree are lush, gently swaying with the breeze, as if reminiscing the past glory, the snow-white petals are white and flawless, floating in the air like snowflakes, these are the tears of the gods, as if they are telling the sadness of the past. .

The day and night in the cemetery are completely opposite.

In the daytime, the celestial spirit is filled here, and the sacred brilliance spreads over every inch of the ground in the cemetery. You can see all kinds of gods transformed from the immortal and powerful spiritual thoughts of ancient gods and demons. You can even see western angels dancing and listening. When the Oriental Fairy sang, the whole cemetery was in a sacred atmosphere.

If this is the paradise of gods during the day, then it is the pure land of demons at night. Whenever the setting sun goes down and the night falls, the dark magic energy begins to surge out of the cemetery, making Xingyue bleak, and making heaven and earth bleak. At this time, you can see the legendary phantoms of the fierce gods and ghosts raging in the cemetery, and you can hear the scalp-numbing and scalp howling of the ancient evil spirits.

The sacred and terrifying Mausoleum of Gods and Demons is a holy garden where cultivators from the east and west of Tianyuan Continent jointly worship. People can often come to pay homage during the day. Even at night, you can see some special cultivators come to mourn, such as : The corpse chaser in the east, the undead magician in the west...

The cemetery is the most peaceful at sunset, and the entire cemetery is quiet, without any sound. It was another sunset, and it was time for the alternation of gods and monsters, and the afterglow of the setting sun rendered the cemetery of gods and monsters solemn and somewhat weird.

Every tomb of gods and demons has been carefully taken care of, and each tomb is filled with flowers. There is a low tomb next to the tall tombs of gods and demons. The small tomb is unobtrusive. There are no tombstones, no flowers, and a simple small soil bag is almost flush with the ground. With the passage of time and the erosion of wind and rain, this unknown tomb has been forgotten in a corner.

In the sunset, the tombs of gods and demons appear taller, while the unnamed tombs appear even more inconspicuous. However, at this moment, the low tomb was changed. The tomb slowly cracked and the dirt on the top of the tomb began to roll down.

A pale palm stretched out from the grave, followed by another. Two palms pressed hard against the edge of the grave, and a young man with a blank expression slowly climbed up from the grave, with unkempt long hair. Stained with mud, the broken clothes stuck tightly to his body. In addition to the youth's face being extremely pale, the whole person looks very ordinary, the kind of character that will never be noticed in the crowd.

"Where is this place? Why am I here?" The young man muttered to himself, looking at the tombs in front of him, his expression became even more confused.

Suddenly he was deeply attracted by the inscription on a tomb next to him. At this time, if anyone sees young people looking at the ancient writing on that tombstone attentively, they will be surprised, because this kind of ancient writing is even more than the old people of the Ancient Culture Research Alliance. Scholars can only shake their heads and sigh.

The moment after reading the inscription, the young man's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "The Tomb of the Eastern God of War, Zhan Wuji, is this...is this true? Is this really the legendary character Zhan Wuji, who was a master of the three realms and six realms back then? Isn't it... God can't escape death?"

Another tall tomb next to the gods shocked him again, "The tomb of the Western God of War Caesar, Caesar? Is it the Western Lord wearing a golden armor and holding a golden holy sword?"

He seemed to have thought of something. He turned his head and looked around. The tall tombs of gods and demons stood out in the setting sun and looked particularly eye-catching.

"The Tomb of the Peony Fairy, the Oriental Immortal Cultivator, the Tomb of Nasi, the Western Goddess of Wisdom, the Oriental Martial Immortal Li Changfeng's Tomb, the Oriental Demon Cultivator's Tomb, the Tomb of the Western Demon King Lucifer..."

"Oh my God! What happened to this world? Could it be that... the gods of the past are all dead, all... are buried here?" The youth's expression changed drastically, with an incredible expression on his face.

"But... the gods of the Eastern Fantasy Continent and the Western Magic Continent... why are they buried together?"

Suddenly, the young man noticed the small grave under his feet. He was stunned. The cold sweat soaked through his broken clothes, and he was cold like an ice cellar.

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

"I'm Chennan, I've...dead, but...I'm resurrected..."

After a long time, Chennan's hollow eyes gradually became angry, and finally showed a shocked look: "Oh my God! What happened? Now that I am dead, why let me crawl out of the grave again?!"

"Could God let me, a useless person, continue that mediocre life?!" After the shock, Chen Nan's face was not only blank, but also painful. He closed his eyes and hugged his head with both hands.

He clearly remembered that he had been defeated in a duel, but at this moment... scenes of past events surfaced in his mind. The once, the passing, the 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.

It took a long time for Chen Nan to slowly rise from the ground, his eyes began to drift in the cemetery, and 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 jingangyan tombstones have been clearly carved with the vicissitudes of the years. It will probably take thousands of years, the vicissitudes of life, the years have passed, hehe... a dream through the ages!" Chen Nan sighed.

Looking at the tombstone like Lin, he was filled with doubts.

"The tomb of the tiger, Xiao Zhen, the three-headed dragon, the tomb of the three-headed dragon, the tomb of Liang Feng, the tomb of the godly knight, Ottoly... And one of the few heterogeneous cultivators."

"What happened ten thousand years ago? Why did the immortal gods and demons die? Why were the gods of the Immortal Continent and the Magic Continent buried together? Why am I buried here?"

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

Chen Nan raised to the sky and shouted, "Who can tell me what happened?"

No one answered him.

The tall snowy maple trees in the distance dropped down the sky full of petals, one after another floating in the air, the falling flowers were like a rain of tears, and the dead gods were crying!

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

The sun was thinning, and the sunset had dyed half of the sky, and the red clouds on the horizon were inlaid with gold edges.

Chen Nan picked up his lost feelings. He knew that some things had no choice but to 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 being stunned when he passed through the aura-filled Xuefeng Forest. He had never seen a tree with such a strong aura. He secretly wondered, could it be that this is a new tree species that appeared during his long "sleeping" years?

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. It was also a time of falling flowers...He remembered the "she" in his heart... Alas!" Chen Nan shook his head and strode out of the forest.

When he walked out of the Xuefeng Forest, it was also the setting sun. The originally peaceful cemetery of gods and demons was no longer peaceful, dark demon energy rose from the cemetery, and endless darkness began to envelope the entire cemetery.

Chen Nan vaguely heard a low roar coming from behind, but he didn't care, he thought the beasts began to appear after sunset. He stretched his muscles and bones and said to himself: "Ten thousand years, my body hasn't rusted yet." He knew that his skill was not very good, but he should have no problem dealing with ordinary beasts.

There were three thatched huts not far in front of Xuefenglin. A scrawny old man stood in front of the door. The old man had all hair and beards, and his face was engraved with weather-beaten wrinkles.

An inexplicable emotion surged in Chen Nan's heart. This was the first person he saw after he was reborn. There was a touch of kindness, a touch of loss, and a touch of confusion...

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

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

The old man walked towards him tremblingly on a cane, making people look scared, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Chen Nan hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man. The old man waved his hand and motioned him to let go. He said a few words to him in a reproachful tone, but Chen Nan didn't understand a word.

The obscure and incomprehensible voice made him feel cold, and he suddenly realized that 10,000 years had passed and the mainland language of his time had been abandoned by history.

He originally hoped to learn about the current world through the old man, but his words were impassable and his hope was dashed.

The old man saw that his gaze was dull, his expression calmed down, and his tone became calmer, but seeing him still look blank, the old man frowned, and then took his hand and walked towards the hut.

Chen Nan followed the old man stupidly, telling him instinctively that the old man had no malice towards him, but because of language barriers, he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

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

"Let me 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 was wrong. He handed over a set of used clothes over his skinny palms. The old man obviously wanted him to change his clothes.

Seeing the faint smile on the old man's face, he couldn't help but flushed. At this moment, he was ragged, unkempt, and dirty. Chen Nan felt sad. He had never been so embarrassed thousands of years ago. He silently lifted the wooden barrel and walked towards the well. He circulated the zhenqi in his body, and with a little effort, the broken clothes on his body were completely shattered and fell to the ground. This is the silkworm treasure of the year! Time is the most merciless. The treasures that were impenetrable and invulnerable back then could not withstand the erosion of thousands of years!

The cold well water washed away the dirt on his body, but it couldn't wash away the troubles in his heart. "What should I do? If I don't understand the language of today's mainland, I can't communicate with people, 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 and smiled to the old man to express his gratitude. . There was a burst of smell of rice, and the old man slowly walked to the stove next to him, and at the same time motioned for him to pass. Chen Nan picked up the bowl of rice porridge that the old man handed him, and said in his heart: It has been ten thousand years, but I didn't expect that I could still sit at the dinner table. Things are unpredictable! His stomach is empty, and he shouldn't eat greasy things. A bowl of porridge is just right. After dinner, the sky was already dim. Chen Nan followed the old man into the house. The old man lit candles, and the light of the candles filled the house with gentle warm colors. The furnishings in the room are very simple, a wooden bed, a chair, and a desk.

The desk was slender and dusty, and there were a dozen books neatly placed on it, but Chen Nan didn't recognize any of the words on the cover. After tens of thousands of years, the words on the mainland had long been completely different, and he felt lost in his heart. When the old man walked to another room, Chen Nan was lying on the chair with a lot of thoughts in his heart, but there was no trace of joy. Ten thousand years ago, although he had a prominent family background, he himself was mediocre. Living in such a circle, he was burdened with too much pressure and suffered from pain all the time. He was tired of that kind of life, if it weren't for the worry that he couldn't let go of, death might not be a relief for him. After tens of thousands of years, he actually came back to life. Although he got rid of the heavy pressure on his body, everything has changed... Chen Nan felt very bitter, and his relatives and friends had long since returned to the ghost, and his confidant was too early. Returning to the loess ridge, now he is the only one left to live in this world alone, and he feels bored.

He laughed at himself: "Am I getting rid of history or being abandoned by history?" The tears of the candle dried up, the sparks flashed for the last time, and the room plunged into darkness. The starlight outside the window was a little bit quiet, and the night was exceptionally quiet, but Chen Nan turned over and over on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. He forced himself to calm down and run the family profound arts. He wanted to see if his skills were still there after ten thousand years passed. True Qi was swimming in his body like a trickle, and after ten thousand years passed, his body's gong power remained unchanged. As a result of deliberately operating the profound arts, his senses immediately became sharp, and he vaguely heard the dull roar from the direction of the cemetery, which was creepy.

"There are so many beasts? This old man is so old, it is really dangerous to stay here alone to guard the tomb!" Chen Nan didn't know, at this moment the old man had already walked into the cemetery of the gods and demons with a flower basket in his hand. , Filled with fragrant snow maple flowers. The old man turned a blind eye to those fierce illusions and demons. He placed a few white jade petals in front of each screen, with an extremely religious expression. Chen Nan's "former residence", the low, small tomb has almost disappeared due to the hollow and floating soil sinking, only slightly protruding from the ground. The old man walked tremblingly, and sighed: "Oh! Why don't you have a tombstone? I'm afraid you will disappear from the memory of the world in the future. That's good, it will be less glorious and more plain and pure. , From being disturbed. Go back where you come from."

After that, the old man slowly squatted down, stretched out his hands, and carefully scattered the raised floating soil elsewhere, and the small grave disappeared completely. A dozen petals floated down from the air, leaving bursts of sweet fragrance. A ray of sunshine came into the house from outside the window in the early morning. Chen Nan opened his blurred eyes and said to himself: "Strange, why didn't my father send someone to urge me to practice the exercises today? Yes, he has quickly entered the fairyland. Wuzhijing, there is no time to control me.” Suddenly he noticed the simple furnishings in the room, he sat up abruptly, and then murmured after a long time, “It turns out that all this is true. Pass it!" He gently opened the small door of the thatched hut and came to the courtyard. A faint mist hovered in the forest, flowing slowly, and the birds were not surprised when they met people, jumping around on the trees, whispering softly. Chen Nan closed his eyes and felt this harmonious poetic state 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, so he had to smile back. After eating breakfast, Chen Nan stood up and pointed to the path leading to the distance, waved goodbye to the old man, before leaving, he bowed deeply to the old man. An hour later, he came to a small town. Because of his ordinary appearance and the clothes he wears are the same as those of today's mainland, no one pays attention to him. At this time, Chen Nan was both happy and worried. What was happy was that his new life was about to begin, and what was worried was that he didn't understand the current language on the mainland. Chen Nan was surprised to find that in addition to black-haired and black-eyed people like him, there were also blond residents in the town, as well as red hair and blue eyes, blue hair and black eyes... "It seems that these ten thousand people Too many things happened in 2009, and I must integrate into this society as soon as possible.”

Chen Nan suddenly felt a chill in his back, and his heart felt cold. Intuitively, he knew that a master was staring at him. A half-hundred Taoist priest shook his head not far behind him and sighed: "Strange, I clearly felt a weird aura in this young man just now. How could it disappear after careful exploration?" Until the old Taoist walked away, Chen Nan dared to look back, he only saw a back, lightly out of dust, elegant and graceful. Chen Nan remembered what his father said to him: "Chen Nan, you have to remember that people who can see through our family's profound arts are not simple. They are not true martial arts masters or born ascendants. Be extra careful!" "He is a cultivator! Isn't this kind of people rarely walking in the world?" Chen Nan knows the terrifyingness of this kind of people, and martial arts masters who are not advanced in cultivation dare not fight against them.

The words of my father are still in my ears: "...reshape the body, solidify the soul, reach the point of living with the heavens and the earth, and shining with the sun and the moon. This is the ultimate goal of cultivation, which is the realm of immortality. And we warriors have to go. The path for him is to cultivate himself against the sky, so as to reach the legendary immortal martial realm. In the eyes of most people, the path taken by the martial artist is not as good as that of the monk, but..." His father did not continue, but Chen Nan already understood , Martial artist is not incapable of fighting against the ascetics, because his father himself is the best example, even if those who are successful in the asceticism met him, they only talked about their peers. Thinking of this, Chen Nan's heart moved, "I don't know if my father finally stepped into the realm of Xianwu, if so...maybe there will be a day when father and son meet."

But when he thought of the forest-like tombstones of gods and demons in the cemetery, he panicked. "If my father steps into the realm of immortal martial arts, I am afraid he will not escape..." He was sad for a while. People on the street came and went, calling for buying and selling one after another, and it was very lively, but Chen Nan felt very lonely. He felt that he was an outcast of this world and was ruthlessly abandoned by history. "I'm mediocre. Since I'm dead, why did I crawl out of the tomb of God after so many years?" A large black cloud floated in the sky, and the sky dimmed immediately.

After the thunder, the shops on both sides of the street closed one after another, and people hurried on the street. After a while, the street was deserted, leaving him alone in the middle of the street. After the lightning and thunder, heavy rain fell, and the cold rain soaked Chen Nan's clothes. He felt a chill on his body. However, it was his heart that was even colder, and his heart was extremely cold. "Although the world is big, where is my home?" There was a rain curtain between the sky and the earth, and a lonely figure was walking blankly on the street, letting the rain drop on him frantically.

Ten thousand years ago, Chen Nan was born in a family of martial arts, and had a very high talent in martial arts, and was favored by everyone. However, a nightmare began later. The family profound arts he practiced did not advance and retreated, and he fell from the Mahayana realm of the second heaven to the middle level of the first heaven. At that time, his father was already standing on the peak of martial arts. Such a family would inevitably be paid attention to by all parties. The pressure Chen Nan faced can be imagined. In those gloomy days, cynicism, sarcasm... pressure from all directions made him at a loss. However, there is one person who always believes that one day he will be able to shine. Thinking of that "she", Chen Nan felt sad for a while, and unspeakable pain surged in his heart.

"Yuxin, do you know? The thing I regret most is that I didn't say those three words to you at the time: "I love you." Yuxin is the eternal pain in Chen Nan's heart and the regret of his life. Chen Nan didn't know his direction, and stumbled into an alley. He felt extremely uncomfortable in his chest, and a bloody smell poured from his abdomen. "Wow," he opened his mouth and spit out blood and poured it into the muddy water. "Yu Xin..." His eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.