chapter 1 become immortal

"Hey, Yves Nixon, I'm hungry."

All was quiet.

"Yves Nixon...I want to eat noodles."

No one responded.

"Yves Nixon, I've been here for more than an hour... Should I share at least half of what was stolen this time?"

"Yves Nixon... Yves Nixon?"

The girl squatting in the mass grave suddenly had dry lips.

She raised her head and looked around. The wind suddenly picked up, blowing the flower-like white skirt, and gently caressing the girl's delicate calves.

The atmosphere was indescribably weird.

The girl shuddered and slowly leaned down, holding both sides of the entrance to the underground tomb with her hands. She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, worked hard, and finally stuck half of her head in.

The crystal eyes filled with aura blinked.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Then the girl's trembling voice took on a hint of crying.

"Brother...how about you reply?"

This sound followed the underground tomb passage and blew quietly in the dark wind. The smoke and dust swayed wildly along the way, twisting and turning, and finally reached the ears of a young man.

The young man stood upright at this moment, his limbs were stiff, his black clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his body. The wind blew through him, and his back felt sore and cold.

Yves Nixon held up the fire seal in his left hand and stared at the Jade Lion that was so close in front of him with its bloody mouth open.

Half of the body leaned forward slightly, half of the right arm was "swallowed" by the Jade Lion, and the right hand was stuffed into the throat.

An hour ago, Yves Nixon felt that he had grown stronger during this trip.

The mass graves in the south of Qingbai City have always been desolate and unattended.

Unexpectedly, a bright red jade chain was pulled out from the lion's mouth.

The jade chain was half hanging on Yves Nixon's chest, gently swaying in the tomb wind, making a rustling sound.

Yves Nixon stared at the lion. The huge and dark pupils that were close to him seemed to have a strange brilliance.

The right hand he was holding tightly was bitten by something and he couldn't pull it out.

Yves Nixon had a premonition.

If you are afraid at this moment and withdraw your hands...

Then you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life.

Because what he was holding in his hand was a priceless "Sunlit Bead".

The palm was warm and the surroundings were slightly cold. Even without pulling it out, Yves Nixon could feel that the bead was not big, just a length of a finger, but it was exactly the same size as the Sunlit Bead.

If only I could bring this bead out.

How much does it cost...I don’t have to worry about food and clothing anymore!

Damn it... Yves Nixon roared in his heart, rolled his eyes, stared at the Jade Lion in front of him without fear, and raised his head like a rainbow.

"Come on, come on, bite me to death..."

One person and one lion, facing each other.

The fire burned to the end, and the faint flame flickered and finally went out.

Darkness returned to the bottom of the tomb.

There was a faint sound of wind beside Yves Nixon ears, blowing continuously from behind.

"Damn it, I just don't believe in this evil..."

He let go of the Huozhezi and let it fall to the ground, splashing a cloud of ashes. His released left hand slowly moved down, pressing it against the robe inch by inch, moving towards his chest, and finally touched a long and narrow thing that was cool to the bone.

Like a leaf, pinned inside the black robe.

This is a weird-looking bone flute.

Yves Nixon felt a little relieved when she touched the bone flute .

He raised his head and continued to stare at the huge Jade Lion, suddenly feeling a little frightened.

The big copper bell eyes of the Jade Lion gradually turned scarlet, and their eyes gradually focused, and finally stared at him slowly.

Yves Nixon Yi sighed and sneered: "Who are you trying to scare?"

The tomb above his head suddenly shook.

Yves Nixon narrowed his eyes, and small stone chips kept hitting his head, crackling. He swallowed back the taunting words he was about to say. Although his left hand moved slowly, by this time, he had already pulled out the bone flute and held it firmly.

The two big eyes of the jade Jade Lion were completely scarlet.

Yves Nixon suddenly greeted in a sincere tone: "It's been an hour, are you tired?"

Of course the Jade Lion will not reply to him.

There was a moment of silence.

"If you want to bite, just bite. I won't let go anyway... I robbed the tomb based on my ability. If you have the ability, just close your mouth and bite me to death. At worst, you won't have this arm anymore!"

After Yves Nixon finished speaking, Dayi held his head high and even extended his right arm deeper into the ground.

He put his face close to the Jade Lion, continued to reach out, and cursed: "Come, bite me, it's big, it's numb, it won't kill me, tomorrow I will steal your whole house, not even a brick will be left to you. "

The Jade Lion's eyes seemed to be stunned, and a shocked trembling sound came from his throat. After all, dead things cannot move. If there really is a soul, I'm afraid he will be very angry. When he encounters such a shameless person, he really has to ignore it. A bite of the price.

Steal everything here and leave not even a brick behind?

If the identity of the tomb owner was known, who would dare to say such a thing?

"I also have a younger sister who was born with Taoism and is a direct disciple of the Lord of Serenity Crest in Tempestreach . Are you afraid? She is really going to bite me to death. When she goes up the mountain, Serenity Crest will level all your mountains. Everything will be demolished, but you will keep it, and a toilet will be built above your head!"

Yves Nixon stared at the jade Jade Lion and said, "When the time comes, you will find a bunch of people to pee on your head every day..."

The jade Jade Lion finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stared angrily, and his abdomen trembled. Things rolled inside, and the sound of jingling, shaking, and collision came. Yves Nixon Yi was shocked. It turned out that there was something in this guy's stomach?

The young man raised his head, with a mocking smile on his lips, and was about to continue speaking.

Yves Nixon's smile suddenly stiffened.

The "Sunlit Bead" he was holding tightly made an overwhelming sound of breaking, and then, amid violent tremors, there was a click, and the fingertips were clenched in the palm of his hand, flesh touching each other.

Yves Nixon raised his head angrily. After the bead shattered, the moist breath rolled around and quickly wrapped around his right arm. The dark mist spread out like quicksand, surrounding him.

"Sunlit Bead" is a rare treasure that the disciples of the big sects can only find. Carrying it every day has a great effect on nourishing the soul. It can protect the Tao and stabilize the Taoist heart. If it is crushed...

It is a waste of natural resources.

Money, money!

A lot of money is gone!

"I will bite your ancestor's mouth!"

Yves Nixon raised his head, looked up hard, cursed and looked at the Jade Lion, and roared: "You have to pay me for it!"

Suddenly there was a "boom--" in his mind.

Yves Nixon pupils shrank, and his mind felt like it was hit hard by a hammer weighing tens of millions of kilograms.

All thoughts were thrown thousands of miles away.

...

...

When it fell, there seemed to be a huge splash of water.

Yves Nixon stood up unsteadily.

His vision was blurry.

In front of you is a huge and towering ancient tree, towering and straight, with its roots entwined in the eternal kingdom, and its long fallen leaves flying like flowing fire.

A meandering river crouched under the ancient tree. The water flowed backwards and gathered together, forming an exquisite throne. There was a vague shadow sitting on the throne, looking at him.

A pair of huge eyes opened.

The sky shook.

The blurry shadow swayed step by step, stepped down from the throne, and kneeled on the ground. His eyes looked gentle and sincere in the water vapor.

The melodious sound of the flute was broken by the distant war drum.

The white bones flying across the sky swarmed in swarms, like locusts passing through, surging.

"wake up."

The world quieted down.

Someone knelt on the river and said softly: "We are waiting for you..."

"Become Immortal!"