I have a promise with the beauty

Yang Qingshan stood under the glacier for more than an hour, motionless, being gradually submerged by the fist-sized white snow. He could only see a pair of eyes exposed from the white snow, staring at the top of the glacier. It was not that Yang Qingshan was stupid, but that Yang Qingshan was scared.

There is a gap on the map. This is very abnormal. A living map is not a paper map. If a corner is missing, there will be a gap. The map is alive. Although I don’t know how it grows, the gap itself will appear on a living map.

Not normal.

"This glacier... is not a glacier." Yang Qingshan stood in the wind and snow for an hour and finally was sure that what was in front of him was not a glacier.

"What is that?" Old Man Tianyue said with some confusion.

"It's the White Dragon King." Yang Qingshan said, frowning and smiling: "After a year of seclusion, the White Dragon King and the Black Dragon King should have their results. It seems that the White Dragon King is injured and is hiding here to recover. The injuries are serious.

Unable to shrink myself, hiding here turned a mountain range into a glacier, and I don’t know where the immortal power swallowed up in the hole in the sky came from."

Old man Tianyue's eyes widened. After what Yang Qingshan said, he really saw a little shadow of a giant dragon on the entire glacier. Then he followed Yang Qingshan's gaze and saw a giant dragon head, breathing out weakly.

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Yang Qingshan flew over. Old Man Tianyue muttered that he had to be careful all the way. The injured Dragon King should not be messed with. However, Yang Qingshan stubbornly stood in front of the dragon head with a smile on his face. He took out a medicine box and displayed the medicine of a famous doctor.

modeling.

"White Dragon King, I am the heir of the Shennong clan. Everyone knows this secret. Let me heal you." Yang Qingshan said.

The White Dragon King slowly opened his eyes and stared at Yang Qingshan with his huge eyes. After walking for a long time, he said: "Just tell me if you have any conditions."

"Do three things for me, but I haven't thought of these three things yet. You have to wait." Yang Qingshan said.

"Can."

"happy."

Yang Qingshan smiled with satisfaction, and six hundred magic needles flew out of the medicine box. One hundred and eight rays of silver light flew, and soon they landed on the body of the thousand-mile-long White Dragon King. A stream of immortal power followed the magic needle.

Entering the White Dragon King's body, he quickly healed the White Dragon King's injuries.

Yang Qingshan was not idle and asked by the way: "What's going on with the hole in the sky?"

"I broke it, and the Black Dragon King was inside. He was even more seriously injured, but he had so many spirit treasures that he had probably escaped in the hole. What burst out of the hole at this time was the most original power of the world. In this way

The immortal power is even stronger than the immortal power here." The White Dragon King said without any secret.

"Oh? The immortal power from the origin of heaven and earth? Good thing." Yang Qingshan said, and like the White Dragon King, he abandoned it and flew into the sky, opening the world and creating a huge whirlpool, which crazily devoured the immortal power from the origin of heaven and earth.

force.

"Madman, the immortal power from the origin of heaven and earth is not refined like this. It has to go through..." The White Dragon King even wanted to teach Yang Qingshan a lesson, but when he saw the immortal power from the origin of heaven and earth pouring out of the hole, it was as if he had found an outlet.

Rolling into the whirlpool, while treating his injuries, he could not refine any immortal power. During this time, the original immortal power he needed was actually robbed by Yang Qingshan, a mortal.

"Impossible, there is such a powerful predatory ability in this world, is his world close to the Great Perfection?" The White Dragon King was shocked in his heart, and he guessed the general idea, and couldn't help but re-evaluate Yang Qingshan.

After devouring a large amount of original immortal power, Yang Qingshan finally felt that his world was unstable, so he reluctantly dispersed the whirlpool, returned below, and continued to be a miracle doctor, speaking in a clear-cut manner about the White Dragon King's injuries and how easy it would be to treat him.

The difficulties made the White Dragon King want to be grateful to himself, but how could the White Dragon King have the thought to thank Yang Qingshan? He was still shocking Yang Qingshan's world.

"Is your world complete?" the White Dragon King asked after thinking for a long time.

"No." Yang Qingshan said without thinking.

"If your world is perfect, maybe you will be the third god to be as powerful as heaven and earth after the emperor and Chi You." The White Dragon King said leisurely, accidentally revealing some information. It seems that the only person who cultivated to become a god back then was the emperor.

and Chi You.

"Haha, don't think about it too much. Before the war between gods and demons, there was a war of gods. That was the real war of destruction. People with some strength would deny their relatives for the sake of a god. Boy, if you save me, I will tell you something

A huge secret." The White Dragon King said in a message.

"Can I refuse to know this secret?" Yang Qingshan said.

"It's too late. Your world must be close to the Great Perfection. Sooner or later, you will feel a call from heaven and earth." The White Dragon King ignored Yang Qingshan's refusal to know the secret and continued to transmit the message, and this message penetrated deeply into the soul:

"The map of the God-conferring Monument is hidden in the coffin of Empress Nuwa."

Yang Qingshan shuddered. This was the first time he heard about the God-conferring Monument. It can use sound transmission that penetrates deep into the soul. It is obviously the biggest secret in the world. Although this God-conferring Monument still doesn’t understand what it is, Yang

Qingshan has also read novels and TV shows such as Fengshen Yanyi, and can already imagine that there are names on the Fengshen Monument, and each name is the seat of a god.

"Godship? Can gods not only be cultivated but also given? How much power does it take to make a person who is not qualified to become a god? What level were the emperor and Chi You back then? They are no longer

It is rumored that Yuan Xian's strength is that of a god." Yang Qingshan murmured to himself, and a silver needle in his hand fell to the ground, destroying a mountain stream.

The White Dragon King suddenly flew up at this time, his long body twisted and shrunk, and then transformed into the cold beauty wearing the mask before.

"Thank you very much. As long as you call my name, my spiritual thoughts will help you once and then I'll leave."

"Wait a minute." Yang Qingshan stopped the White Dragon King and said, "Are you the boss of the brothel?"

The White Dragon King staggered, shook his head in denial, and flew away as if running for his life.

"The White Dragon King is definitely the boss of the brothel. Old man, how many times can such a secret help the White Dragon King?" Yang Qingshan touched his chin and smiled.

"This question is a matter of opinion. When does the White Dragon King risk his life and when does he stop needing help?" Old Man Tianyue said treacherously.

"That's good, let's go and take a look at the hole that reveals the original immortal power. Maybe you have treasures waiting for us." Yang Qingshan rubbed his hands and smiled.

Flying to the broken hole, although there is still the original immortal power falling down like a waterfall, under this amount of immortal power, Yang Qingshan can only close all his acupoints to prevent even a little bit of the original immortal power from entering his body.

Otherwise it will collapse.

Through the entrance of the cave, Yang Qingshan saw the darkness inside. He hesitated for a moment, took out a five-color crystal stone, raised his hand and refined it at the entrance of the cave. He followed the example of Empress Nuwa and started patching up the sky. After a while, the entrance of the cave was there.

The colorful stone slowly shrunk, and when it was narrowed down to the point where it could only accommodate one person, Yang Qingshan passed it through, and the shrunken entrance was sealed by a spell, and the original immortal power disappeared.

Entering this world that appeared after the sky was torn apart, Yang Qingshan's first reaction was that he had returned to Wonderland, because everything in front of him was exactly the same as when he first entered Wonderland, the same breath, the same shock, and the most important thing was

After Yang Qingshan flew out of the darkness, he saw the Mianmian Mountains. There was a huge camp in the mountains, and tens of thousands of gods and demons were preparing something in an orderly manner.

"Yang Qingshan." A small skeleton appeared behind Yang Qingshan.

"You? escaped?" Yang Qingshan smiled.

"Hey, Bones." Little Skeleton Little Claw said directly.

"Here." Yang Qingshan threw dozens of stones to the little skeleton. The little skeleton anxiously spliced ​​the bones together. Suddenly, more than half of the bones appeared in front of Yang Qingshan. He was also two meters tall. He felt strangely condescending.

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"The Black Dragon King was seriously injured. He escaped with the help of several great spiritual treasures. I also escaped. I thought I would wait silently for a few days and recover more strength before long-term planning. Unexpectedly, you showed up to prevent me from looking for you.

Got it." said the little skeleton.

"Haha, how long have you been here? Do you have any thoughts about the camp in the mountains in front of you?" Yang Qingshan asked.

"It's been half a year since the two giant dragons fought with me. However, this camp is a camp for gods and demons. But don't get me wrong. This is not a fairyland. It's still in Nuwa's mausoleum." The little skeleton said.

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Yang Qingshan said in surprise.

"Nuwa's mausoleum has nine floors and three battlefields, but there is one place that only I know." The little skeleton said.

"What the hell is this place?" Yang Qingshan was surprised.

"This is the last guard team of Nuwa's Mausoleum, one hundred thousand gods and demons, the team that Shennong captured and refined into servants. They will appear when we pass the ninth floor." The little skeleton said.

"One hundred thousand gods and demons? How many levels?"

"The minimum level is six, but the most common ones are eight. Think about it, there are 100,000 puppets that have been refined into eight-level Yuanxian. No matter how many of you there are, there won't be enough for them to fill their teeth, unless you have ninth-level Yuanxian."

A strong person, or a demi-god level strong person." said the little skeleton.

Yang Qingshan swallowed dejectedly, turned around and was about to leave, but he cried in fear and said: "But when they came down, except for the previous patrol, everyone else was sleeping. And my head is buried in this camp.

Deep inside, other bones are not important, the most important thing is the head. With the head, I can give you the address of the God of Death, he is in this layer."

Yang Qingshan turned around again and said to the little skeleton: "Let's go to the camp and have a look."

Yang Qingshan originally wanted to leave this extremely dangerous place, but the head of the God of Death was here, and he got a disciple of the God of Death in exchange for the little skeleton. In other words, he would have a puppet of the God of Death.