Turn a beast into a god

North of the northern border, Longmian Mountains.

For thousands of years, the land in the north has been occupied by three-headed crystal dragons. Human spiritual warriors have grown from weak to powerful, and each generation has devoted all their resources to deal with the awakening of the three-headed crystal dragon. Driven at will, the bloodline suppression is especially obvious. Every ice crystal snow demon has part of the bloodline from the ancestors of Jinglong. It has been controlled by Jinglong for generations, entrenched on Beisu Mountain, Bingpo Mountain and Xuexiao Mountain, forming a natural moat, blocking Spirit warriors explored to the north, but did not try to go south. This balance has been maintained for more than 1000 years, so that the current spirit warriors have forgotten the real power of Jinglong, and some imperial scholars believe that the historical records are not true. considered nonsense.

Ignorant spiritual warriors will not understand that the three-headed crystal dragon has been enduring the evil spirits of Beisu Mountain, Bingpo Mountain and Xuexiao Mountain. They have been imprinted with their souls by powerful ancient spiritual warriors, and they will spend their entire lives nestling there. These three snow-capped peaks.

Humans also don't know that these three crystal dragons not only curb the eruption of evil spirits, but also prevent human beings from easily stepping into the dangerous ice and snow land, where there are too many frightening creatures hiding, and their cultivation is not as good as that of the spirit emperor. The only way for warriors to come here is to die.

In this quiet snowy area, white snowflakes are flying all over the sky, covering countless dead bones, and completely trapped the ambitious Jinglong on the three towering icebergs.

In the vast forest, sea and snowfield, night fell quietly. The sky that should have been gray was completely gloomy in an instant. In the snow-capped mountains and forests, bursts of cold wind howled, layers of frost and snow were blown up by the wind, and howling ghosts and wolves was enough to describe.

Outside a winding cave tunnel, several maids dressed in snow-white fur slowly walked into the cave with a female doll.

Outside the cave, the dark night, the cold wind.

Inside the cave, there are other caves.

This tunnel was dug by hand, and it completely pierced through the mountainside of Longmian Mountains. Entering along the tunnel, the white mist diffused slowly. The palace, along the inner wall of the mountain, has a ring of stone steps, which are also snow-white. If you look closely, you will find that it is carved from jade. It rolls from the entrance of the cave to the courtyard hall. Hundreds of people are busy with their own work. There are three huge tripods in front of the courtyard. Each tripod is as tall as two adults. The inside of the tripod has been ignited. The beating outer flame not only lights up the entire mountainside, but even the air is not so cold. It's chilly.

If you observe the huge cauldron carefully, you will find that what is burning in the cauldron is the bones of human beings, and there is a piece of pale-skinned calf hanging on the edge of the cauldron. If outsiders see it, they will suddenly change their expressions, but the busy people in the palace But he didn't take it seriously, he was still busy with the work in hand, and never stopped for a moment.

They may be numb, or they may be the result of knowing that they are lazy. Their eyes have lost light for a long time, but they are still living in this mountainside cave.

The female doll walking in the front was wearing a red robe, and the maids who followed her had also shed their fur, revealing their close-fitting white robes, while the bustling people in the palace were all wearing black robes, acting as female dolls. When they slowly came to the throne at the end of the courtyard along the mountain road, all the people in black robes stopped working, raised their right arms high and put the back of their hands on their foreheads, and bowed in front of the female doll, but said nothing. He didn't say anything, maintaining a stiff movement.

This female doll is Lin Yihuan.

And this magnificent palace in the mountain is the Hall of Souls.

If you observe Lin Yihuan carefully, you will find that her complexion is snow-white, and her scarlet eyes are covered by the red brim of the hat. In the relatively dark palace, the red robe and those scarlet eyes are so intimidating.

He is about eight years old, but he doesn't look like a child at all.

Until Lin Yihuan sat on the throne, glancing quietly at all the people who bowed and dared not move in the courtyard, her immature voice rang out.

"All the hall envoys are flattened!"

"Here!" A group of people in black robes put down their right arms one after another, and slowly straightened their backs. Their expressions were very dull, showing no signs of happiness or anger, just like wooden puppets.

When all the palace envoys flocked to a distance of about 50 meters in front of the throne, Lin Yihuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked up at the maid beside him, and forced himself to calm down after receiving affirmative gazes, imitating his mother Yu Xiao's usual posture and tone, Leaning one elbow on the armrest next to the throne, the appearance of a little adult made people laugh, but none of the hall envoys at the scene dared to express their true thoughts, and they still looked at Lin Yihuan expressionlessly.

"From today onwards, Aunt Qiu will be appointed as the great enshrinement of my hall, and the heart-breaking bell will be awarded. All hall envoys must obey the order of the great enshrinement. If there is any disobedience, life would be worse than death!"

"Here!"

The immature tone is not wrapped in any spiritual power, but it has been transmitted into the hearts of all the emissaries. This is a technique that uses the life and death curse to engrave in the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness. I can feel Lin Yihuan's voice.

Just like this, Lin Yihuan felt physically and mentally exhausted. Rao's mother had poured all her life's spiritual power into her body before her death, but she was still young and couldn't control this abundant spiritual power, and it was very difficult to mobilize it.

The maid next to her also noticed something strange, she stood up and stood in front of Lin Yihuan, while Qiu Cailing, who was called Aunt Qiu, stepped forward slowly, using spiritual power to spread the entire palace in the mountain, this wave of sound directly triggered an avalanche, Countless snow piles outside the mountain swept down like waves, with a huge momentum and extremely frightening.

"Today I was appointed by Lin Yihuan, the seventh hall master. I am honored to be the great enshrinement of the Hall of Souls. From today on, the Hall of Souls will no longer be dormant in the snow. The envoys of the halls will uphold the holy righteousness of my hall, so that the souls can find their home and the people of the world." Know the Hall of Souls, end the chaotic and disorderly disputes, and let every inch of land in the Jialuo Empire be illuminated by the holy light of the Hall of Souls!"

"Illuminated by the Holy Light!"

"Illuminated by the Holy Light!"

"Illuminated by the Holy Light!"

"May all the ice in the world turn into water, overthrow the decaying Jia Luo Empire, and establish a new order!"

"Establish a new order!"

"Establish a new order!"

"Establish a new order!"

There were thunderous shouts in the palace, but the Longmian Mountain Range was an earth-shattering scene. Countless birds and spirit beasts fled with fluttering wings, but those land spirit beasts that inhabited the mountains and forests were not spared. All the wind, snow and fog were heading towards the foot of the mountain. Going forward, the thick snow was shaking randomly, surging like a torrential river, the huge roar spread down the mountain, and the river composed of wind and snow flowed unstoppably, like wanton A roaring crystal dragon, the spirit beasts trapped in it couldn't break free from the layers of ice and snow. They screamed loudly in panic, and for some reason they were suddenly involved in it, making a miserable whimper.

People in the palace will not see such a terrifying scene, and even if they know about it, they will not feel any guilt. It is the fate of the creatures in the snow to be covered by the wind and snow. The pure white snow water should cover up all the creatures in their hearts. That is already the highest tribute, and this is the truth that every loyal envoy of the Hall of Souls has firmly established.

Countless spirit beasts tried their best to stand firm in the tumbling snow flow, but the strands of ice and snow smashed against the spirit beasts in various forms, and the undulating ice crystals, ice cubes, and ice lumps smashed one after another. The fallen trees also spared no effort to hit their fragile bodies. How could weak spirit beasts resist natural disasters? No matter how they resisted, the result waiting for them was just...

They are simply difficult to deal with, and all their persistence is useless, except that their bodies were hit by ice crystals, and they experienced a short pinch of ice and snow before falling off the cliff. The billowing frost and snow completely engulfed their bodies and swept away all the efforts they made during their lifetime. , When I rolled off the cliff, I don’t know if I have been reviewing all the experiences of this life. Before my death, I have no way of knowing whether it is pain or despair, sadness or horror, silence or prayer.

At this moment, the chanting in the palace was in stark contrast to the avalanche whistling outside the mountain. Qiu Cailing continued to preach the holy righteousness of the Hall of Souls, and the originally taciturn hall envoys all showed fanatic expressions, and their emotions were high under the influence of the life and death curse. , The cold frost and snow did not make their bodies and minds feel cold. Those holy words were like a frying pan being ignited.

It doesn't matter whether they are crying out from the bottom of their hearts, whether they are under the influence of life and death curses, or both.

They are no different from the spiritual beasts swept away by the avalanche. They are all cattle and sheep to be slaughtered. The meaning of survival is only because there is still value for use. The torture they have endured for a long time has diluted the pain of body and mind and numb them. The spirit has defeated their original nature as human beings.

At the end of the preaching of the holy righteousness, the envoys bowed and left one by one with their hands behind their backs. It didn’t matter what they thought in their hearts. The envoys who resisted or stayed idle had been pushed into the giant cauldron by other envoys and turned into fuel. Obedience means death is the only way to choose, oh no, there is another way.

That is to detonate the Life and Death Curse, and the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness is completely disturbed from the inside out, and the spiritual power is also stirred up accordingly.

None of the envoys were willing to accept this reward, and their obedient attitudes were surprisingly consistent, and they were so sensible that it made people feel distressed.

When the commotion subsided, Qiu Cailing turned around and took three steps back, put the back of her hands on her forehead and kowtowed to Lin Yihuan nine times. Her palms were stained with dirt, but her body was pressed extremely low. On the red carpet, the frequency of breathing was suppressed by it.

"You did a good job, get up without courtesy." Lin Yihuan said slowly, but his expression was extremely indifferent.

Only then did Qiu Cailing get up quickly, not caring about patting the dirt on her hands, even standing on the spot, she bowed her body, her heart was so disturbed that she didn't dare to take a breath.

"From now on, just follow what I said, and continue to perform it." Lin Yihuan said in a pleasant manner, unhurriedly, but the immature voice was extremely sharp, even if the tone was deliberately lowered, it was still harsh.

"I would like to follow the holy will of the Palace Master." Qiu Cailing answered quickly, not daring to procrastinate.

"Wang Chengliang and his affiliation will be controlled by your lover, Lin Haodong, right?"

"Thank you, Palace Master!" Qiu Cailing immediately echoed.

"The army in the north must be stable, provide assistance when necessary, and strengthen infiltration. When I come back from the south, I will plant life and death curses for the soldiers of the entire army, is it okay?"

"I will do my best to do it, and live up to the entrustment of the Palace Master!" Qiu Cailing said eloquently, and hurriedly responded, with a flattering tone in her tone.

"Then it will be hard work for you." Lin Yihuan glanced sideways, and seeing that Qiu Cailing was still honest, he looked away.

"It's not hard work, it's an honor for me and my husband!" Qiu Cailing insisted on bowing, and never raised her head, revealing the snow-white nape of her neck, which contrasted with the snow-white robe on her body. is beautiful.

"Back off, you guys should leave too." Lin Yihuan was really not used to Qiu Cailing's obsequious and flattering attitude, waved his hands and said something casually, looking at the group of maids in white robes in front of him, feeling impatient, seeing is pure. .

Qiu Cailing dared to straighten her back when she heard the words, and ordered the other maids to leave with her. She faced the throne where Lin Yihuan was sitting the whole time, and slowly stepped back down the steps until she reached the court hall before regaining her majestic posture. He ordered the envoys to clean up the blood beside the three giant cauldrons, and pushed the stumped limbs hanging from the top of the cauldron into the body of the tripod. The work was done quickly, and Lin Yihuan couldn't find any faults.

There is a reason for choosing such a person to be a great enshrinement. His cultivation base has recently broken through to the Holy Spirit Realm because he activated the Life and Death Curse, and he has no faction to rely on in the Hall of Souls. After Yu Xiao's death, Qiu Cailing, who immediately defended her side, obeyed everything she said. Such an obedient and obedient dog could not be more suitable as her own microphone.

Lin Yihuan only needs people who obey him, and he doesn't need beasts that bite everywhere.Before her mother left her, she imposed too many fragmented memories on herself, both physically and mentally stretched, and it took a long, long time for her to recover, and she cried after re-searching and putting together countless memory fragments.

My mother's life was too bitter, and every step was full of hardships and obstacles. Looking back at her mother's memory is extremely sad and painful. The young Lin Yihuan was forced to accept too much. Those cold and miserable memories are rooted in her spiritual consciousness. At home, her mentality has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Lin Yihuan has to go through the pain that Yu Xiao has endured again, will she be willing?
She refused, so she rebelled prematurely, and all the actions she made deviated from He Yu's original intention of founding the Hall of Souls.

At first, the Hall of Souls was originally a sect to save the world, and suppressing Jinglong in the north was the pursuit of everyone in the Hall of Souls. The warriors who followed He Yu were all convinced by He Yu, and with the power of tens of thousands of warriors, they finally managed to strangle Jinglong. The roaring throat of the dragon provides life for countless creatures, allowing the northern region to breathe and countless creatures to multiply.

After being ruled by five hall masters, the Hall of Souls has now been completely reduced to a hermit sect, using the means of controlling life and death and anchoring souls to firmly control the hall envoys. Fenghua passed away suddenly at an early age, which brought a huge blow to the young Lin Yihuan's heart.

The circles of her eyes gradually turned red. Looking at the burning flames of the three huge cauldrons, Lin Yihuan tried to hold back the tears in her eyes, but they still couldn't stop falling down her face. A layer of mist, unconsciously flashed in my mind again the memory fragments that my mother imposed on my spiritual consciousness, the reluctance of my mother before her death, and the strong unwillingness in my heart, made Lin Yihuan grit her teeth and stop her sobs.

"Mom... You inferred that it might be the traitors. I killed them all. The ashes of the furnace are the best destination. They don't deserve to be covered by heavy snow. They only deserve to be dust. They killed you." , I hate them!"

"I will be strong, I will work hard to survive on my own, I will not eat any food they give me, I will not drink any water they handed me, if I am plotted against, I will let the entire funeral hall come to bury me, Not as kind as you!"

"I will do my best to cultivate and grow up quickly, and I will never let my mother's most cherished funeral hall be buried! I want you to witness it with your own eyes in the soul-destroying clock. I will definitely make the funeral hall the most precious place in the Jialuo Empire. A powerful sect, my reputation will also resound throughout the entire continent!"

"Mom, did you hear that? I've worked really hard, I've worked really hard to become stronger, I really have worked hard to become stronger! I will never disappoint your expectations!"

Gently wiped away the tears from the eyes, felt the warm touch from the back of his hand, Lin Yihuan raised his other hand to wipe away the slippery teardrops, his heart trembled unconsciously, he wanted to sob softly but pretended to be strong, Her heart is full of hatred and pain, and she can no longer ignore the pain in her heart in this cold and icy world. She has burdened too much at such a young age. Her strength has been so abundant that it cannot be added, but Lin Yihuan still feels that there is an emotion called loneliness coming from all directions.

I can't see my father's appearance clearly in my memory, but I can see my father clearly in my mother's memory fragments. He is a very handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. Seeing his smile, I always see the picture of him looking for Lingzhi on the cliff in my mother's memory. My mother calls his name every time. With that gentle voice, I can imagine how much my mother is attached to my father.

Lin Guanyu, the name of his father.

And she knew very well that Lin Guanyu was still alive, and he was in a sect called Danzong in the southwest of the empire.

But for Lin Yihuan, for a girl who has never enjoyed her father's love since she was a child, how much her mother's memory makes her feel hateful, her mood is extremely complicated, that handsome face is deeply imprinted in Lin Yihuan's memory inside.

Mother, he is so heroic, yet so heartless, he clearly loves each other, but he ignores his lover, he gave me life, but he didn’t grow old with you, he didn’t spend time with you, he didn’t fulfill his husband’s duty Responsibility, not a competent father!
I'm going to Danzong to see what kind of a father I have never met. Don't worry, I will never say that I am his child. One day I will let him kneel in front of your tombstone repent!

The eye sockets became wet again unconsciously, Lin Yihuan couldn't hold back after all, left the throne and turned and trot towards the depths of the palace, came to the mother's favorite room, knelt on the edge of the bed where her mother was alive, tears could not stop flowing out.

"I have no mother, no relatives to rely on, no more, no more..."

The nose suddenly became sour, and tears rushed out instantly, all over Lin Yihuan's face, soaking the red face with tears.

After her mother passed away, she could only practice hard to avoid the loneliness in her heart and drive away the dead silence after another.

Maybe the mother was also afraid of being lonely, so she gave birth to her. The wind and snow all over the mountains and plains can hardly conceal the mother's love for her daughter...

Lin Yihuan hugged the bone-cold bed tightly, and finally couldn't bear the emotions in her patience, and burst into tears.

The crying of a child can attract the attention of parents, which in itself is a manifestation of acting like a baby.

But Lin Yihuan, she was crying only for herself, the kind of dim future where she could see her head at a glance, dreaming back at midnight, her heartbeat skipped a beat disorderly, her inner emotions changed drastically at this moment, complex emotions fermented in her heart.

Her pupil color inherited from her father, which is a characteristic of alchemy disciples who master alchemy in the alchemy sect, and her descendants will also inherit the characteristic of innate fire element affinity.

Her skin inherited her mother's physique that would not get sunburned even if the skin was exposed to direct sunlight in a world of ice and snow.

But the father is as biting as ice, but the mother is as warm as summer flowers.

She remembered the time when she was shivering in the ice and snow, and her mother had to teach herself the heart of Xuehua.At that time, my hands were cracked from the cold, and my mother took her home distressedly, held her hands and breathed hot air, and took the subcutaneous oil of spirit beasts to smear her. Her eyes were so kind and kind, but always Looking towards the south, there will always be a touch of sadness that cannot be erased in his eyes.

"Mom, I'm very obedient, I don't make noise, I'll just wait here obediently for you to come back, okay..."

The body trembled slightly unconsciously, and tears fell down. Lin Yihuan, who hooked the edge of the bed with his hands but could only recline on the bed due to insufficient arm span, whispered softly.

It's a pity that this pine bed is too hard to give Lin Yihuan warm maternal love.

Tears completely soaked Lin Yihuan's skirt, Xu was tired from crying, and fell into a deep sleep on the pine bed.

The red robe still completely covered her, and she didn't feel the slightest bit of coolness.

It was a red robe sewn by her mother herself. It was soft to the touch, as if Lin Yihuan was completely wrapped in her mother's arms. It was warm and comforting. Lin Yihuan temporarily forgot about her sorrow and hatred. She slept soundly and completely relaxed.

In the dream, she returned to when she was three years old, leaning in her mother's arms, feeling her mother's fingers stroking her cheek, her body and mind were soothed, allowing her to relive her mother's body temperature.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Yihuan woke up from the dream, vented all the depression in his heart, sat up straight and stretched his arms, stretched his stiff body, looked at the empty room, and the loneliness returned to his heart, all reminding Lin Yihuan, that The warm feeling is just a dream, not real.

After a long time, Lin Yihuan left the bed and stood there, talking to himself silently.

"Mom, have you been here...I know, you must have been here..."

"I will eat on time, definitely will, one meat and one vegetarian, I remember, I remember..."

Lin Yihuan was chanting obsessively, but the soul-destroying clock tied around his waist was shaking slightly, making a dull sound.

Yu Xiao, she must have heard it...

Did you hear me...