[Slow Wear] Assassin System

Xuanwu falls

Perhaps it was due to the early opening of the primordial world, the abundant spiritual energy filled every corner of the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and the energy that could be used radiated in various forms, allowing all kinds of creatures to use it at will.

Probably because of this reason, the creatures in this world look extraordinarily spiritual.

Compared with the other worlds, this world can be called animistic. All races can have demon races who are proficient in spirituality, and there are not a few people with outstanding talents who can transform into shapes.

It's just that Heaven's preferential treatment of human beings is not only reflected in the ability of human beings to cultivate, but also in the wisdom of the population as a whole: there are more or less illogical animals in other races other than the human race, but there are almost no ignorant individuals in human beings .

The transformation of the monster clan is a watershed, the sooner it can transform into shape, the better the innate talent, the scorpion naturally ranks first in the weak water, and the big monster clan like the peacock can be defeated Divided into the first echelon.

The strange creatures opened Miao Xuan's eyes, and at the same time enriched the record book of the small system a lot.

As Miao Xuan expected, Jiao Jiao took him for a rough stroll around Ruoshui, and picked some leaders of the big monster clan to let him know.There are countless monster clans living in the weak water, even though Qiao Qiao deliberately screened them several times, half a month passed like this.

Originally, Miao Xuan was still a little worried after experiencing the strange rejection of his love, but during this period of time, his attitude towards him was the same as in the past... It was surprising.

The only thing that Miao Xuan couldn't figure out was probably Jiao Jiao's overly nervous attitude. He seemed to be running out of time, and hurriedly urged him to return to Kunlun after taking Miao Xuan all over Ruoshui.

On the way back to Kunlun, Miao Xuan couldn't help asking: "Why did we go back so early? Are you in a hurry to find Lord Gun?"

Jiao Jiao frowned, and replied after a long time: "Mr. Gun has blocked the secret of heaven."

Miao Xuan didn't understand at first: "What?"

"Lord Gun is a divine beast that assists the Dao of Heaven, and his fate is linked to the seals of tens of thousands of passages in the Demon Realm..." You looked at the snow-capped peak of Kunlun Mountain, "The seal cannot be wrong, so Lord Gun concealed the secret of heaven."

Miao Xuan finally understood, but at this moment he wished he didn't understand.

Why did Lord Gun block the secret?Because he didn't want to spread the word that the seal was shaken.So why is the seal shaken?Because Lord Gun's deadline is approaching.

As a phoenix raised by Xuanwu, Miao Xuan didn't realize it under Xuanwu's deliberate concealment.

Gritting his teeth, Miao Xuan turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky in an instant. Jiao Jiao followed closely, but finally stopped outside the frozen lake.

He can't go in.

Especially at the moment when this kind of divine beast is about to be handed over, he is rejected.

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Demon Realm, a secluded pool of flowers.

Countless crimson flowers bloom coquettishly on this piece of land. They sway with the wind, and the scarlet petals are stretched together, unable to distinguish each other's outlines.

A man in black leather armor stood in the sea of ​​flowers, looking up at the blue-gray sky.

He cut his own wrist, and the scarlet hot blood condensed into small red beads, falling down one by one.

A woman covered in vines knelt beside him, respectful yet fearful: "There are black trees with beautiful textures that radiate warmth...the devil world, the devil world does not exist."

The man was still looking at the sky, with a calm voice: "So the blood I've shed these past few days has been in vain?"

"No! No!" The woman trembled, "You have already cultivated this square inch of soil. Although I don't have such a plant, I can grow it! Just sacrifice enough demons! It doesn't have to be all demons, monsters also."

After hearing this, Xuanmo finally smiled: "That's very good...you go to Yannv and ask her to give it to you."

The woman hurriedly knelt down on the ground: "Yes!"

The man raised his wrist, and the wound on his hand disappeared immediately. He strode out of the sea of ​​flowers, and suddenly seemed to remember something: "Indus."

The woman raised her head in panic: "Yes?"

"I want the tree you cultivate to be called the phoenix tree." Xuan rolled his eyes and said patiently, "You have to remember."

The woman said obediently that she would never forget, but Xuan Mo didn't care about her answer at all. He walked out of the sea of ​​flowers, walked towards the high point, and finally stopped on a cliff overlooking the entire sea of ​​flowers.

Xuan took out the Mingjing from his bosom, first carefully checked whether it was damaged, and then immersed his consciousness and spiritual breath in it with confidence.

The familiar scene unfolded slowly, and the weak water full of monsters reappeared in front of Xuanmo.

There was no one in the huge stone palace, and Xuan couldn't sink his vision. He became impatient and quickly jumped around until he saw a familiar face.

The peacock with fancy feathers appeared, and he was wearing a colorful cloak and said to the people around him: "...Jiao Jiao? He can go with Feng Jun only because he has a seniority. Of course, the weak water Taoist is He, but is there only one weak water in the Yaozu? The Yaodu...huh!"

The people around Peacock didn't know what to say, Xuanmo focused all his attention on Fengjun, only to hear Peacock say again: "I also want to go to Kunlun—go back to the top of Kunlun Mountain with Fengjun, I heard that there are Spirit Lake..."

Kunlun

kunlun mountain top

This is the home of Phoenix, right?

Xuanmo immediately started looking for "Kunlun".He couldn't ask for directions, so he could only rely on Mingjing to attach to different carriers, and speculate on Kunlun's location from the conversations of the monster clan.

After a few days, Xuan finally found the towering snow-white mountain top, and he looked at the unreachable place with the bird's vision.

Such a lonely and cold mountain, ordinary birds can't climb it at all, right?But it doesn't matter, there is his teacher on the top of Kunlun Mountain, and there is also the thing named Jiao.

The mysterious demon kept inputting his spiritual breath and consciousness into the dark crystal, but just as he was about to enter the top of Kunlun Mountain, an invisible barrier stood in front of him, preventing him from moving.

Xuan was blocked and could not advance an inch. He kept trying, repeated again and again, but he still got this result.

The Kunlun Mountains cannot be peeked at, and Xuan Mo will realize this sooner or later.

Even if you hold the Mingjing in your hand, even if you can look at the longing scenery, the phoenix will only soar in your own sky.

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Miao Xuan hurriedly landed on the icy lake. Before he landed, he let out a long cry and went ahead—at this time of urgency, whether the racial habits of the phoenix still affected him, this cry contained inquiries and concerns.

"Mr. Gun! Are you there, Mr. Gun?" Miao Xuan ran into the ice lake. At this moment, his mind was blank.

Seven or eighty years of companionship, to put it bluntly, Xuanwu's time with Miao Xuan is longer than all the people he has come into contact with who can be called "mentors" and "elders".

Whether it's teachers in the real world, his biological parents, or people he meets in other worlds.

It was Xuanwu's precepts and deeds that taught Miao Xuan to understand what the real "virtuous carrying things" is, and it was also Xuanwu's generosity and guidance that benefited him a lot.

Miao Xuan knew that Xuanwu had entered his twilight years after the birth of "Broken Shell", but as the past seven or eighty years passed, he did not realize that Xuanwu was getting old. Everything seemed to have become a habit. Sometimes Miao Xuan Even the age of Xuanwu was forgotten.

It wasn't until this day came that he realized that he had no psychological preparations at all. At the moment when facing the death of the turtle, like all the children in front of his grandfather's hospital bed, Miao Xuan only left endless fear and fear in his heart. Helpless and bewildered.

Even if he personally killed the King of Conquerors in the second world, and the king gave him his great sword, he couldn't make him feel so sad.

Miao Xuan doesn't understand love, his parents died young, and his teachers are fierce. This is probably the first time he really understands the sincerity and fear in emotions.

Even though Xuanwu is still lying under the icy lake, just thinking about his upcoming fate, Miao Xuan feels as if he is being submerged in the icy lake.

He walked into the frozen lake, like a lost child, and asked softly, "Mr. Gun, are you there?"

A black shadow gradually appeared on the calm ice lake, the water rippled, and a huge blue-black turtle shell gradually floated up.

A heavy and long murmur spread across the lake, like a sigh,

Xuanwu no longer appeared in front of Miao Xuan in human form, his body was still so huge, but the aura of the setting sun could not be concealed at all.

Miao Xuan has also turned into a prototype. He is no longer a little phoenix that has just broken its shell. Over the past few decades, the little phoenix has also had plump wings, and the wings are stretched and radiant.

Xuanwu looked at such a vigorous little phoenix, and couldn't help sighing again: "Xuanfeng... the cycle of life and death is the rule of all things, no matter how long the lifespan of a god or beast is, it will end one day, and even the immortal gods have a deep sleep. When you don't wake up."

Of course Miao Xuan knows, and it is precisely because of this law that the world can be full of vitality.

But that doesn't ease some of the grief of life and death.

"Jiao Jiao has already taken you to see Ruoshui, right?" Xuanwu said with a smile in his voice, "Ruoshui is a very good place, and so is Youguo..."

"From then on, this responsibility falls on you. Although the human race will prosper, the monster race will not be weak. You must be fair and trust Qiao Jiao and You Zhao, but you must also see with your own eyes."

"You've grown up." Xuanwu looked at the silver-white phoenix. He was still immature, young but full of infinite vitality, but his wings were strong enough to fly anywhere.

"All the passages between the Demon Realm and the Lower Realm will be handed over to you. There are [-] places in total, and inspections are required every ten years. The Demon Realm is not terrible, but you cannot let the magic breath leak out and mix with the spiritual breath..."

Xuanwu wanted to say too many things, words were not enough to express everything, he looked at this little phoenix lovingly, knowing that he was about to leave.

I can't bear it... Xuanfeng is still so young, but there is no other way.

A ray of mysterious light broke through Xuanwu's forehead, and instantly merged into Miao Xuan's spiritual realm. This mysterious light manifested in the spiritual realm as a black cocoon, warm and silent.

This is the inheritance left by Xuanwu. He had expected this day a long time ago, so he gave everything to him, and only hoped that Little Phoenix would not be confused in the future.

But words and inheritance are only assistance, and Phoenix has to walk his own path in the future.

He is walking the most difficult and widest road in the world, no one can replace, no one can share.

Even though the inheritance had been handed over to Xiao Fenghuang, Xuan Wu was still worried, he babbled on about his experience over the years, Miao Xuan listened silently, and responded from time to time.

The system shrank in Miao Xuan's mental sea, watching the inheritance and crying.

The system was born in a very short period of time. The person he most relies on and admires most is his Brother Miao. The rest of the people in the small world and the real world are just passers-by to him, but Xuanwu Baba is different. How long has he been with Miao Xuan? How long has it been with the small system.

Except for his parents, this is not only the first time for Miao Xuan to face the life and death of his elders, but also the first time for the system to experience such complicated and sad emotions.The small system used to not understand human emotions, but now, he finally understands what it means to lose one's parents when a child is young.

The silver-white phoenix hovered in the air, looking down at Xuanwu in the icy lake, but Xuanwu no longer looked at him, the giant beast's tortoise gradually drooped, and finally his chattering stopped abruptly.

Miao Xuan said: "Mr. Gun!"

Xuan Wu smiled slightly, and said in a heavy and long voice, "Little Phoenix, don't feel sad about it."

After speaking, the aura between heaven and earth suddenly rioted, Xuanwu gradually closed his eyes, and his huge body melted away like ice cubes under the sun.

The death of the beast feeds back the heaven and the earth, and the condensed and compressed essence of Xuanwu's body is turned into pure spiritual breath, which spreads into the wide ice lake and merges with the surging water waves in the lake.

Xuanwu worshiped the virtue of water, and these water waves mixed with his last spiritual breath rose into the sky, turned into spiritual rain and fell from Kunlun Mountain, benefiting countless creatures.

However, there are no more venerable beasts in the ice lake on the Kunlun Mountains, only the basaltic tortoise shells hundreds of feet wide are left.

At the moment before the spiritual rain fell, Jiao Jiao felt something in his heart. He looked up at the top of Kunlun Mountain——the clear rain was blowing towards his face, and in the rain curtain, he could faintly hear Xuanwu's murmur, which was kind and profound The breath infiltrates layer by layer, as if it can touch the soul.

Followed by Phoenix's Qingming.

Jiao Jiao had heard the song of the little phoenix many times, it was so beautiful that no sound could match it, but at this moment the song of the phoenix was full of pain and sadness.

There was too much spiritual breath entangled in the phoenix's clear cry, which spread all the way down the mountain.

The Yaozu in Ruoshui sensed Xuanwu's departure to some extent, and the crowing of the phoenix accompanied by spiritual rain announced the bad news.

And in the secluded land, countless human races who were bathed in the spiritual rain with happy smiles all burst into tears after hearing this voice.

They didn't know that the beast they believed in had died, but the cry reminded them of the death of their elders, and made them feel subconsciously sad.

You Zhao pushed away the desk and ran out of the palace at the moment when the spiritual rain fell. He looked at the Kunlun Mountain in the distance, and heard the mournful chants of the phoenix.

The spiritual rain patters down the Kunlun Mountains, new leaves sprout, flowers bloom, and the raindrops roll down from the tender petals like tears, finally soaking in the soil.

Watered by the spiritual rain, this piece of land will have no disasters or disasters in the next hundred years, only prosperity and prosperity.