After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 15 Tomb of the Gods

Song Jingmo only felt a little regretful about this.

It's rare to have someone who is wronged to be slaughtered, but it's a pity that the wronged man doesn't have any spirit stones in his pocket now.

Her practice spirit stones for a period of time may be cut off.

Really depressing bad news.

Song Jingmo counted the few spirit stones he had saved, and sighed faintly.

The others didn't think about anything else like Song Jingmo. Their horses were dead and dead. When they came out, there were nineteen horses, but now there are only ten left.

One belonged to a disciple of the Immortal Sect, and the other nine were all listless, and looked half-dead.

Seeing that horses cannot be used for transportation in a short period of time, these people are still arguing.

Not for anything else, just for yourself.

No one wants to walk in the overgrown wilderness to find a place that doesn't know how long it will take to get there.

Staying on the horse is at least safer and can preserve your strength.

When danger comes, there is still the possibility of escaping.

After arguing for a while, these people didn't have the strength to fight any more. If they had a good relationship, they would share the same horse.

The Xianmen disciple also began to hesitate this time.

He didn't know the route well. If he lost his way in this wilderness, no matter whether it was the people he brought or himself, he might perish.

This is not the ending he wanted.

"Is there no way for the immortals?" Song Jingmo rode a little donkey and walked to the front of the team.

Her little donkey is in good shape, and now it can walk faster than other people's horses.

"Looking for opportunities depends on luck." The disciple of Xianmen replied angrily. He no longer has any spirit stones in his hand. If he encounters a powerful monster again, it will be a problem for him to protect himself.

This time, Song Jingmo seized the opportunity.

"What if you can't find the opportunity?"

"There are tens of thousands of spiritual practitioners outside, and most of them died outside looking for opportunities." The Xianmen disciple said this in a flat tone, not paying much attention.

Opportunity itself does not mean that you can find it if you look for it. Luck and strength are extremely important.

Song Jingmo saw that the big customers on the way were a little frowning, and he had a rare kindness, and handed over a piece of jerky.

"All ghosts have appeared, maybe the place you're looking for is near here." She didn't have enough spiritual power, and she had to rely on this person to lead her into the mysterious realm of the Tomb of the Gods.

If she calls to return the same way at this moment, she will have to figure out a way by herself.

Now there is no one who can't think about going to a taboo place. It's rare to have a clear goal. If you miss it, it may be difficult to catch the next one.

She remembered that there was a mysterious keeper in the Tomb of the Gods. The keeper was very old and his body was as thin as a dry corpse, but he was indeed alive.

In the previous life, the gravekeeper said that if she could come back alive, he would give her a fortune.

I don't know this sentence, I have passed through a lifetime, and I still can't count.

Song Jingmo smiled, she had enough now, but it didn't affect her wanting more.

Who would have too much of a good thing?

Good fortune, what a word.

She also wanted to know how high she could go.

The Xianmen disciple took the jerky and said with a troubled expression, "I don't have many spirit stones for you now."

"If I give you something to eat, you will eat it, and if you don't eat it, you will fall down."

This guy wasn't too bad, he was even better than those young people from Songjiazhuang.

Song Jingmo doesn't have a good impression of people in Songjiazhuang, just like she is an outsider in the eyes of Songjiazhuang people. Her home is outside Songjiazhuang, and there is an old man who is not very good-tempered to outsiders but treats her very well.

The family and the old man in the family, that was all she cared about.

The Xianmen disciple slowly bit the jerky, watching Song Jingmo riding a little donkey back to the end of the team, his mood became complicated.

He knows he is not a good person.

Everyone in Xianmen can cultivate spirits, and the resources for cultivation are very tight, and they usually need to take the initiative to fight for it.

Only the disciples of the inner sect can enjoy the tilt of resources. His talent is not considered top-notch. He stayed in the outer sect for two years and obtained a small stewardship position through drilling.

Coupled with the timely distribution of cultivation resources for outer disciples, he does not lack spiritual stones for cultivation on weekdays.

Even if there is no spirit stone, contribution points can be exchanged for a place to practice in the Zongmen practice field.

There is a large spirit-gathering array in the practice field, and the aura outside is stronger than that in the barren area, so it is much easier to practice.

It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and it is difficult to practice spiritual cultivation without aura.

If he can complete the task of this trip this time, he can bring this little peasant girl without father and mother back to the sect.

It doesn't matter even if she fails the sect's disciple assessment.

He can go to the Spirit Gathering Formation and leave the resources issued by the sect for her to use.

He thought that he was willing to support Song Jingmo.

Like a kitten, I guess I can't eat much.

Even if Song Jingmo only had his spirit stone in his eyes, he was willing to do something for her.

It's also fortunate that Song Jingmo can't read minds, otherwise he would have hit him on the head with a stick.

It's not that she has no brains, but she still needs him to plan for her?

Along the way, Song Jingmo repeatedly felt strange caring gazes cast from the front, and tightly held the long stick he had been used to during this period of time.

Oops, I forgot to check to see if the immortal disciple was possessed by a ghost.

Such strange eyes gave her goosebumps.

It's the same as when the ghosts came.

However, there was another ghost attack on the way. This time the ghost was even worse than the last one. As soon as the fire was extinguished, Song Jingmo lit the fire with the blazing sun talisman. Who wouldn't do it again?

The Xianmen disciple was the first to come over and took a convenient branch. He danced very well in the dark night, but most of the time his attacks were in vain.

Song Jingmo had to come by himself.

After barely cleaning up the group of ghosts that attacked, Song Jingmo was surrounded by people to beg for the Lieyang Charm.

"What if I don't give it?"

"Then don't blame us for leaving you in this wilderness!"

Song Jingmo found it ridiculous, thinking that it was not certain who would lose.

Now that Song Zheng's injury has healed a lot, she can quickly go to Song Zheng's body through the small world of Wanshouzhu, and she can also wait for Song Zheng to come and take her home.

On the contrary, these people are extremely coquettish on weekdays. Obviously no one in the team will spoil them, but they spoil themselves, and they don't know where so many bad problems come from.

The disciples of Xianmen really regretted taking this trouble this time.

On the contrary, Song Jingmo, who only wanted to use it to find the way before, could help a lot, while the others were simply dragging their feet, not helping at all, and making trouble.

He made up his mind that he didn't plan to go back to Songjiazhuang again. He would follow these people if they could, and he didn't care if they couldn't. He couldn't take care of himself right now, so he didn't have the energy to control other people's life and death.

As for Song Jingmo, this spirit may have something else in his hand.

Putting these aside, he also saw that Song Jingmo had a good talent.

It doesn't matter if you start late, it is not uncommon for people who are still stuck at the threshold of entry into the spirit at the age of four or fifty.

At the age of 15, the future can still be expected.

If the mission cannot be completed during this trip, bringing Song Jingmo back will be a big gain.

Song Jingmo was also complaining in his heart at this time.

Apart from the fact that these ghosts have no entity and are not easy to attack, they are completely the five scum of war. With the flame of the spell in hand, a ghost can be easily eliminated, and at the same time, there is no need to worry about being possessed by the ghost.

Just like that, those laggards don't know how to imitate, and they still want to take advantage of themselves, fully interpreting the fact that they are more trash than trash.

Song Jingmo ignored them, and only paid a little attention to those who might be possessed by ghosts, and then sat down by the fire.

Since you don't want to fight monsters, don't even think about enjoying protection.

Who is nobler than whom?She was the one who started the fire, and it made sense to keep others away.

She hasn't settled for the last time they smoked her for firewood,

This time, only a bunch of fire was lit, and the firewood was picked up by Song Jingmo. Song Jingmo's strength and these people have grown eyes, knowing that they will not be able to beat them alone, but they didn't expect that even if they got together, Song Jingmo would not take them seriously .

The temperature at night is extremely low, and no matter how thick the clothes are, it is not comfortable to warm around the fire.

Some people had the cheek to get close to the fire but were poked away by Song Jingmo with a blank face, and some people wanted to attack from behind, but were knocked down with a stick by Song Jingmo and fell unconscious.

With the typical person trying to do something standing there, others dare not act rashly anymore.

The disciple of Xianmen is a great spiritual master, and his spiritual power is enough to withstand the low temperature. He is still looking for the correct route, and he has no intention of approaching the fire.

Song Jingmo An quietly guarded the fire, and threw a sweet potato and a potato into the fire.

This is also contained in the package carried by the little donkey.

Song Jing's ink belts are all foods that are durable, not easy to go bad, and taste good.

Her cultivation level is not high, even if she is in the outermost part of the wasteland, she still has extra food for the monsters in the outer part. She doesn't have any good ideas of hunting to obtain food. She brings a lot of dried meat and dry food, but only a little sweet potatoes and potatoes.

It is also to see that there should be no accidents today and I can take a good rest before taking it out.

Sharing is not sharing, and those young masters and ladies with lofty hearts should not look down on this ordinary food.

Song Jingmo was roasting on the fire, and his whole body was warm. Holding the baked sweet potato in his hand, he broke it open slightly, and the unique sweet aroma of the roasted sweet potato slowly and domineeringly spread out.

On the other side of the fire, the young master and lady who carefully squeezed out of the attack range of Song Jingmo's long stick smelled the aroma, and swallowed one after another.

They are not young masters or young ladies, but they feel superior to others because they have detected the talent of spiritual cultivation, and they especially bully Song Jingmo, a waste who enjoys the care of Song Lao but can't cultivate spirituality.

Everyone in the family said that Song Jingmo was a waste and a disgrace to Songjiazhuang.

They have heard a lot, and they remember it in their hearts. When they see it, they always do something superfluous.

Such as throwing bugs at Song Jingmo, such as tripping her on purpose, such as sending her younger siblings to bump into her...

It turned out that they had become such an ugly look unconsciously.

The old man said that only those with a pure mind can go far on the road of spiritual cultivation. Did they make a mistake at the beginning?
On one side of the fire, Song Jingmo was eating roasted sweet potatoes contentedly, on the other side of the fire, a group of people were thinking a lot.

Fortunately, they were not attacked by ghosts again. The group traveled in the wilderness for 20 days and finally arrived near the entrance of the Tomb of the Gods.

The Xianmen disciple took out the buzzing spirit detector from the storage bag, and began to look for the obvious place where the spiritual energy leaked.

No one knows what kind of opportunities are in the Tomb of the Gods. He has accepted the exploration mission of the Zongmen. What opportunities he can get from it depends on his ability. After returning to the Zongmen, he only needs to bring some of the things he got from it. Then provide your own road map, and this rewarding sect mission is considered complete.

At this time, he was just a step away from the opportunity, and the disciples of Xianmen couldn't care about other people, and were immersed in their own affairs.

Song Jingmo watched the disciples of the Immortal Sect go back and forth in an area repeatedly, looking at the flowers, and gave up the idea of ​​seeing what is inside, and quietly led the little donkey to the side to feed it beans.

She knew that opening the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Gods required a special opportunity.

The opportunity is also mysterious, it is indeed good luck for them to successfully enter the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Gods in the previous life.

Song Jingmo leaned on the little donkey, waiting for the disciple of Xianmen to use his method to find the entrance.

If this person can't find the entrance, then she will have to take the risk once.

Song Jingmo stared at his outstretched palm.

This hand is well-proportioned, with some small calluses.

The fellow told her that her blood could open the entrance to the Tomb of the Gods.

She is now seriously thinking about whether to cut the palm of her hand for a while, or prick any finger to squeeze out a drop of blood.

Before he had time to figure out what to do, the world suddenly spun, and Song Jingmo maintained the posture of leaning on the back of the little donkey and came to the hall where many statues were displayed.

There are no little donkeys in the hall, only huge statues that can be counted at a glance.

The statues are majestic, each with a serious expression, and they have the momentum of not being angry.

Song Jingmo subconsciously stood up straight, straightened his clothes, and glanced around at the same time.

She didn't see anyone else.

In other words, she is the only one here.

This place is where she entered in her previous life, and she also saw the mysterious grave keeper here in her previous life.

In the silent hall, Song Jingmo could only hear the sound of his breathing deliberately slowed down.

In her previous life, she didn't know that this was the tomb of the gods, and the tomb keeper only said that he was the tomb keeper.

It is recorded in the Beast Bead that there are no remains of gods in the Tomb of the Gods.

There were no gods in ancient times.

Those who sleep here are the most amazing and brilliant generation of the ancient ten thousand races at that time.

They didn't die from the war, nor did they die from the end of their lifespan.

At that time, they were all in their prime of life, with top-notch cultivation, and they could hardly see the end of their lives.

But at that time, this continent was going to be unable to hold on.

The continent has been torn apart countless times, and it seems that it will cease to exist.

The top geniuses of all races gathered together. They chose to sacrifice themselves and use their cultivation and life to repair the cracks in the continent.

It was a difficult decision to make, and when it was time to make it, no one in the Ten Thousand Races hesitated.

This is their homeland and the place where their people live.

There will be more geniuses in the clan. If they don't make this decision, all the creatures on this continent may have no future.

There are tens of thousands of statues here, and the owner of each statue has made great contributions to the life and death of the creatures on this continent.

Therefore, this place is called the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Gods.

"Once upon a time, the wasteland was the place with the richest aura in the entire Continent of Spiritual Cultivation. The aura here was so rich that it turned into mist, and the monsters lived here." An old voice came from behind, Song Jingmo turned around, and met a pair of Eyes that seem to be able to see through everything.

"The last time you came, I saw your death."

(End of this chapter)