Clean up the borers and send the gods into the cycle of reincarnation

In the winter of the three springs, the snow hides the edges.

In the wilderness of Taixuan, the wind was cold and a blizzard broke out for some reason.

The fog, the world, the weirdness, and the space are all covered in the snow.

Relatively speaking, if the complete world is covered by snow, the safety is increased by three points, but for the destructive world and the creatures struggling there, it is a disaster that destroys the world.

This is the case in the world of cultivation.

It has been a thousand years since the world of cultivation has been broken. The remaining creatures here have no world protection or strong people to protect them. They face the Taixuan world, resulting in the existence of creatures in the world of cultivation that have survived to the present day.

Fortunately, the great Dragon Emperor recently discovered this place and promised that the creatures in the world of cultivation could migrate to the small world in the dragon court of Daxia, but it did not completely cut off the roots of the cultivation lineage.

now

The world of cultivation is a refugee camp established by the Dragon Court of Daxia.

This is inside the world of cultivation. Although the world has been broken, it is just that the way of heaven has perished, the world's film is broken, and Taixuan mist pours into it.

If you look out from here, you can see countless holes cracked in the sky, and gray fog poured into it, and from time to time, evil demons entered the world along the fog.

The world of cultivation has perished, and this place is unprepared for the outside world.

"Fortunately, the great Dragon Emperor established a refugee camp here, and the Daxia Dragon Court suppressed it here, so the evil demons dared not invade it."

"Although I'm still in danger, I'm always much better than before. Unfortunately... I don't have enough materials and my contribution is still a little short of it, otherwise I can apply to migrate to the small world in the Dragon Courtyard of Daxia."

A middle-aged man wearing a straw coat, with a few white bones hanging on his body, looked a little cleaner than ordinary refugees, sighed secretly.

His name is Liu Ming, and the residents of this refugee camp are considered to be the representative of the true roots of the world of cultivation.

After thinking about it, Liu Ming carefully wiped the only furniture in his room and a rotten wooden table.

Although it is just a rotten wooden table, it is also extremely precious to the broken world of cultivation.

The world of cultivation has been destroyed for thousands of years. Most of the plants have turned into ashes, while a small part has turned into strange things.

Therefore, similar to the rotten wooden table in front of you, it was also an antique from a thousand years ago. It was very precious and could not be owned by ordinary refugees in the cultivation world.

This thing was also what Liu Ming lucky enough to obtain some supplies when he was exploring the world of cultivation and then exchanged them from the camp priest.

Although the world of cultivation is destroyed, there are still many good things, especially some materials that have not been destroyed with time, but have been infected with a lot of strange powers in the Taixuan world.

These things are good goods in the eyes of the Daxia Longting, and are all precious resources for cultivation, so we have established a camp similar to that of the refugee camp in front of us.

First, to protect the refugees here, and second, to explore and explore the world of cultivation.

Over the past thousand years, the refugees here have adapted to the environment here. Although it is more dangerous to explore and dig the world of cultivation, it is much better than Daxia Longting himself.

This matter will not be mentioned for the time being.

Back on the rotten wooden table, this thing looks like a rotten wooden table on the surface, but it contains the breath of a camp priest inside, which is quite pure. Placed in your home can exorcise evil spirits and protect others.

It is deeply loved by refugees from all over the world.

Liu Ming was not willing to use water. After all, here, clean water sources that were not polluted are more expensive than human life.

He just carefully wiped the table with his hands, then took off a piece of white bone hanging on his body, took out a piece of white paper from his arms, and actually wrote a diary carefully.

However, the words used are from the Daxia Longting.

The thirteenth day of the Dragon Emperor's arrival

Qingyun School Ruins

My surname is Liu and my name is Ming. I was originally a person who was surviving in the world of cultivation. I had no name, but I was lucky enough to get the protection of the Dragon Emperor. I specially transformed the refugee into Liu Ming and became a refugee in Camp No. 52.

The reason for writing this diary is because of the writing of the Daxia Dragon Court, which is a necessary condition for migrating to the Daxia Dragon Court. The priests in the camp are merciful and give refugees a piece of white paper every day to write and contact the writing of the Daxia Dragon Court.

A minor official has a good relationship with me and is very caring for me on weekdays. He told me that it would be best to record some diary experiences on white paper, and maybe he would be able to see the priests in the camp. So I thought about it over and over again and briefly recorded the affairs of my ancestors.

When the rumor of the world of cultivation was not destroyed, my ancestors were also generous and served as the county magistrate of a small city in the world of cultivation.

I don’t know what the county magistrate is, but I think it might be the same as the minor officials under the priests in the refugee camp today?

However, there were unexpected events in the world. My ancestors seemed to have been displaced by the Qingyun Sect, a great scholar of cultivation at that time, and were dismissed from office and punished by the Qingyun Sect, a great scholar of cultivation at that time.

Speaking of Qingyun... I seem to be exploring and digging in the past few days. It is because my ancestors recorded a lot of information about Qingyun Sect, so I was attracted by the minor officials under the camp priest and added to the captain of a small exploration team.

It didn't embarrass my ancestors.

Liu Ming was quite content with writing this, and the smile on his face seemed to flow out involuntarily.

After thinking about it, he continued to write:

Although his ancestors were demoted at the beginning, there were nostalgic people and several immortals from the Qingyun Sect who helped him, they were not executed, but were demoted to common people.

Now that I think about it, how can natural disasters and man-made disasters be fought against by ordinary people? Just like the world of cultivation is destroyed and even many immortals have perished, what is the use of ordinary mortals?

Having written this, Liu Ming moved his wrists, stood up, and breathed a long sigh, feeling indescribable depression.

Because of the experiences of our ancestors and our own situation.

However, compared with more than 90% of the creatures in the world of cultivation, ordinary people who survived like Liu Ming are also extremely lucky.

When his ancestors saw the beginning of the change of heaven, they quietly hid in the Qingyun Sect, and then survived with all the benefits, relying on the legacy of the Qingyun Sect.

After a thousand years, it was passed down for three or five generations until Liu Ming.

Therefore, it can be said that Liu Ming's ancestor was also a cultivator. However, in Liu Ming's generation, the remains of the Qingyun Sect were completely broken and covered in the ruins. Liu Ming only had some simple cultivation foundation, except for having a stronger resistance to Taixuan Misty, there was nothing else.

After his emotions were completely calmed down, Liu Ming continued to write:

According to the memories of the ancestors, the Qingyun Sect seemed to have problems a long time ago, before the destruction of the world of cultivation. Not only the Qingyun Sect, but also many immortals, the same is true.

It seems that when the world of cultivation discovered something, it caused turmoil and uneasiness in the cultivation world, and even attracted the attention of evil demons from the outside world. In the end, internal and external difficulties were interfered, and the cultivation world was destroyed.

That thing...the ancestors called it a fragment of the world!

Having written this, Liu Min paused and glanced around casually, as if he was just moving his body, but only he knew that a feeling like a thorny back had been surrounding him just now.

Something is peeking!

My heart was a little cold, but I didn't dare to express it at all.

The biggest task of the 52nd refugee camp these days is to explore and find the fragments of the world.

Therefore, all information about the fragments of the world will be secretly snatched by refugees in order to be the first to hand it over to the camp priest in exchange for migration qualifications.

Logically speaking, Liu Ming had already handed over the relevant information, so why did he write it?

Is there any evil demons?

However, within a radius of thousands of miles, in order to prevent evil demons from hiding, the minor officials under the camp priest sent people to patrol and inspect almost every day, and the camp priests were also swept away from time to time. Even if the evil demons had great abilities, they could only hide.

In broad daylight, who dares to kill him?

Can't guess thoroughly!

At this moment, Liu Ming pretended to move for a moment, and the feeling of being like a thorn on the back gradually disappeared, as if the thing confirmed that he was just writing some memoirs.

No more peeks

Liu Ming picked up the pen and continued:

Seven days ago, I led my refugee squad and hundreds of squad leaders all the way here and began to dig out the ruins of the Qingyun Sect. The camp priest said that the fragments of the world were most likely hidden somewhere here.

Camp No. 52 is a thousand miles away from here, and it is wilderness, with wild beasts and demons growing everywhere, which is extremely dangerous. However, with the protection of the camp priests, I did not encounter much danger.

but……

Liu Ming paused for a moment, confirmed the safety around him again, reached out and touched his heartbeat, feeling the vitality of his heartbeat, and the cold on his body gradually dissipated.

Keep writing...

But what is strange is that along the way, we seemed to be hungry and tired beasts, confused, and we only remembered in our minds that our purpose was to explore the Qingyun Sect.

When I arrived here, I suddenly woke up, as if I was like a dream, and I felt scared.

I have seen that no one of the other refugees noticed that this matter was inappropriate. Including the team members under my command, they just thought that they were just outside the No. 52 Camp, thousands of kilometers away, and more than ten days of hard trek, seemed to be just a moment in their minds.

But I have obviously walked thousands of miles with me and others!

Weird, very strange.

In the past few days, I have been secretly investigating this matter, suspecting that there were evil demons, but after thinking about it carefully, I have not contacted any evil demons on the way.

I wanted to report this to the camp priest, but the camp priest has not seen it for many days. As for the minor officials under my command, for some reason, I dare not tell them about my discovery.

Their vision was the same as the snooping person in the dark!

Having written this, the fear and panic in Liu Ming's eyes are already uncontrollable.

If it weren't for the years of hiding from XZ in the world of cultivation and struggling to survive, he would have known that he could not be distracted in the face of evil demons and trained a big heart, otherwise he would have been unable to help but collapse.

He can confirm that those minor officials have problems!

As for why he was not like other refugees, it is most likely that he had never eaten the meat sent by the stingers before leaving.

At that time, he wanted to save it and wait for the food on the way to eat it, but now he thought that even though he had never eaten it, he was just carrying the meat and was in an abnormal state.

Even the camp priests could not do it if they didn't eat or drink in the past half month.
To be continued...