Chapter 119 The Disciple of Rebirth and Vengeance

"Master...it hurts..."

"help me......"

"Xiao Nian, Xiao Nian, Xiao Nian... I hate..."

Lin Xiaodong woke up from the nightmare dripping with sweat.

Cold, endless cold.

In the darkness, the young man gasped violently, and countless images flashed in front of his eyes. There were both desperate love and bitter resentment after being betrayed. All kinds of emotions were entangled together, so strong that it almost suffocated him.

This was the first time that Lin Xiaodong felt the real emotions of the host in the small world. He had to hold his chest, and after a long time, he calmed down this too intense emotion.

But he suddenly found that he couldn't feel the heartbeat in his chest.

Not only that, the space here is square, cramped and stuffy, and the familiar shape made him subconsciously slap the board above. Finally, Lin Xiaodong finally confirmed that he was nailed to the coffin alive.

System: "Are you sure it's alive?"

Lin Xiaodong was stunned, what the hell, he wasn't alive, how could he be dead?

But when he read through the world's materials in the dark, he fell silent.

In this world, he is indeed a "dead man".

The story is actually quite old-fashioned. The young man from a poor background rose to the sky and was recognized as the master by the legendary Yunxiaojian at the introductory ceremony. , can be said to be promising.

And he himself is also very good. Although the talent is not the most outstanding among his peers, but in terms of hard work, no one can match. Especially as a senior brother, he is never arrogant or bullying, treats people with gentleness and courtesy, when he gives advice to juniors and juniors, and draws swords to help each other when encountering difficulties, he is simply a kind-hearted immortal disciple with the same template.

But what the young man didn't know was that the moment he was selected by Yunxiaojian, it meant that he became the object destined to be abandoned.

This world is divided into three parts, one is the mortal world, the other is the fairy world, and the third is the demon world. The tens of millions of monsters in the Demon World are enough to destroy the entire world hundreds of times. Therefore, only by offering sacrifices to the Heavenly Dao every 100 years can delay the pace of the Demon World's invasion.

Therefore, from the moment the Cloud Sky Sword was cast, it was doomed that every owner of it would not end well.

As for the cultivation of him by the sect, it is just the hope that he can last a while longer in the process of sacrificing his soul.

The most ruthless is Xianzun Xiao Nian. He clearly practiced the ruthless Tao and has long been in love. In order to make his disciple obedient and obedient to sacrifice, he also took advantage of the youth's love for him and pretended to be affectionate with him. The young man was drunk and sent into the sacrificial circle.

Lin Xiaodong silently touched his wedding dress, which was a little unimaginable. When the young man woke up from drunkenness, he found that he was stuffed into a coffin and could only wait in the endless darkness for the magic circle to consume his soul. How did you feel when you were exhausted?

hate it?

Of course hate.

Young people have always been kind and honest, and Xianzun Xiao Nian has always taught him this way.

He admired his master more than anyone else, so although he adored him, he never dared to declare it. It was Xiao Nian himself who said he had feelings for him, so he dared to express the love that had been suppressed in his heart for many years.

But who knows, a sincere heart, in exchange for a ridiculous dream.

"Tong, how do I get out?" he asked in a low voice.

Lin Xiaodong had already tried it just now, and even if his hands were dripping with blood, he couldn't pry the coffin board even a little bit.

His good master probably nailed 17 coffin nails to the coffin board for fear that he would escape!

System: "Wait. On the night of the full moon three days later, the power of the magic circle will be weakened. I will help you escape then, but it may take some points. Like the previous world, it is also a high-magic world. You have to be careful."

"......I know."

Lin Xiaodong was still digesting the turbulent emotions in his heart. He thought that no matter what, that stupid/compulsive Immortal Venerable couldn't be Gu Xi, right? He could feel that the young man's greatest wish before his death was to kill Xiao Nian with his own hands. The most painful thing for him was that he loved inhumans, but he still had affection in his heart when he thought of each other.

"The scum is not worth it," he said eagerly. "Wait, I'm sure I won't be merciful!"

But it didn't take long for Lin Xiaodong to wilt.

Although his body is the body of a dead person, his consciousness is still clear. Even if he knows that he will be free in three days, the days of being locked in a coffin and unable to move are hard enough.

In the darkness, if the system hadn't chatted with him often, Lin Xiaodong would have suspected that several years had passed, and even his spirit was a little dazed, and the time the young man was locked in the coffin would only be longer than him.

During this extremely quiet time, his mind flashed from time to time the memories of some young people when they were still in the Yunxiao Sect, the patience and meticulousness of training with his younger brothers and sisters, the meticulousness and tenderness of taking care of the master, and the After the two confirmed their relationship, the tenderness and lingering of the candle in the wedding room... The red candle swayed, and the young man in the memory looked at the master lying beside him, and showed a happy smirk in a drunken haze.

Still in disbelief, he reached out his hand cautiously, intertwined his fingers with the man, and asked in a low voice, as if to confirm that this was not a dream of his own. The other party just lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, tangled their hair together and tied it to each other's little fingers, implying that this life is spent together, and the fate is not yet exhausted.

Now that I think about it, it's so ironic.

Xiao Nian didn't even care about perfunctory him. He was always taciturn, and even rarely smiled when facing him. From the beginning to the end, he just said indifferently, "I intend to become a Taoist companion with you", which made him so ecstatic and rushing... In the end, he ended up in such a distraught situation.

Lin Xiaodong almost became so angry just looking at it.

Finally, on the night of the third day, above the wilderness, accompanied by the trembling of the earth, a pale and thin hand got stuck in the gap of the coffin board, and suddenly lifted the board up.

A young man in a red dress slowly sat up from the coffin. His cheeks were thin and bone-shaped. His originally delicate face looked extremely haggard and terrifying. His long withered hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his amber eyes were As if covered with a layer of fog.

After a long while, the young man stretched out his ten scarred fingers, touched his eyes lightly, and finally determined that he was indeed invisible.

The magic circle consumed his soul, and now he is just a ray of remnant soul that is unwilling to dissipate, and he is forced to return to the world for revenge.

"Xiao Nian, Soaring Cloud Sect..."

He murmured these unforgettable names, and groped his way out of the coffin. Because he didn't know how to use his spiritual sense, he was embarrassedly tripped by the spiritual stones on the ground several times, but his weak body could not feel the slightest pain. .

This is the body of a dead man.

The young man lowered his head, touched the golden ornaments all over his body, suddenly sneered, and dragged them all to the ground, like throwing garbage, and stumbled away from the tomb where his past was buried without looking back.

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Spring to autumn.

The annual selection of Yunxiao Sect disciples has begun again. In the small town at the foot of the mountain, young people from all over the world gather here, hoping that one day they will be favored by the immortals and enter the Qingyun Avenue.

In the crowded Ascension Dao, a pale and thin young man disappeared from the crowd. Compared with other princes and nobles and loose cultivators who had already cultivated a little, he was extraordinarily ordinary.

--Except for his tightly closed eyes.

For the blind, a normal person with empathy will always have a hint of pity in their hearts. Of course, there are also many people muttering to themselves that the blind man is still making fun of it, it's just nonsense.

Young people have the right not to hear these remarks.

He quietly held the bamboo stick in his hand, tapped on the steps bit by bit, and climbed up the steps at his own pace, as if the surging crowd around him had nothing to do with him.

"This son has immortal nature." The Sect Master who saw this scene through the water mirror sighed.

He turned his head and looked at the white-robed Immortal Venerable standing beside him with an indifferent expression. He didn't know what to think, his eyes flickered slightly, and he asked in a pleasant manner, "Xiao Nian, do you have a favorite candidate?"