My Simping System

　　 A moment ago, under the ground.

　　 In the dark and dark bronze corridor, ticking dew fell between the cracks of the blue stone bricks. But there are torches burning on the side of the wall.

　　 No one thought that there would be such a place.

　　 There is such a splendid and magnificent bronze hall under the chaotic graveyard in the back of the North Shengyoushui Village.

　　 No one has been here for a long time.

　　 But today, there is something strange.

　　 The silent void suddenly rippled and rippled, and then a pitch-black crack was torn out.

　　 The boy in black walked out of the crack awkwardly, panting slightly.

"what……"

　　 The black-clothed boy was Chen Che, but his hair was messy at the moment, his face was pale, and he didn't look good.

　　 The white mist slowly floated in his ring, and then condensed into an old figure.

　　 "Apprentice, are you tired?"

　　 Old Chen stood with his hands on his hands, floating in the air, and said leisurely: "The evil grievances you have absorbed are far from enough to step into the first level of Xuantian Gong."

　　 "There are too many evil grievances in this place. It is simply a gift from heaven. Don't waste it."

　　 Chen Che sat on the ground, leaning against the bronze wall.

　　 The so-called Xuantian Gong, he has roughly figured it out in the past few days of cultivation.

　　 It was less than a day before he was buried in a random grave.

The reason why 　　 is a few days of cultivation is because of the unique cultivation space that Chen Che has mastered. In the practice space, time passes extremely slowly.

　　 Taking advantage of a few days, he gradually understood that this is just a yellow-level inferior technique, and Chen Che was a little dismissive at first.

　　 But then he gradually realized that Xuantian Gong was not easy.

　　 The more demonic grievances swallowed, the technique will continue to evolve until it finally reaches the top grade of heaven.

　　In theory, it is extremely simple, but in practice, it is quite difficult.

　　 Chen Che's voice was weak, and said, "Master, of course I know this."

　　 "It's just the breath of demon resentment... it's too difficult to manipulate."

　　 Old Chen sighed slightly and said, "Oh-indeed, if you just look at your qualifications, you are already pretty good."

　　 "It's just that our time is running out."

　　 For some reason, the speed of the evil grievances around him suddenly accelerated.

　　 Chen Che frowned slightly, looked around, and said, "Speaking of which, Master, where are we now?"

　　 After he escaped into the cultivation space, Old Chen drew out a clone and went to explore the way deeper underground.

　　 After the temporary practice was over, he escaped from the space and came to such a place.

　　 Chen Lao said mysteriously: "Here...hehe, a great opportunity."

　　 "Unexpectedly, there is a palace of such a scale under the ground of the Northern Holy Land, and the evil grievances diffuse from it.

　　 "Perhaps, in the deepest part, there is the inheritance and opportunity of magic cultivation."

　　 "For Xuan Tiangong, this is an atmospheric luck that can be met but cannot be sought."

　　 As long as enough evil spirits or evil spirits are swallowed, the level of the technique will continue to advance.

　　 Hearing this, Chen Che nodded slightly.

　　 He doesn't mind the evil grudges, but with his current physical body, it is difficult to withstand the backlash effect.

　　 But there must be an opportunity ahead, Chen Lao found a way, and he must go forward and check it out clearly.

　　 "Everything is here, then go ahead."

　　 Chen Che breathed a sigh of relief and decided to move on.

　　 In the dark and damp bronze corridor, there are endless torches on both sides of the way.

　　 It was very quiet along the way, except that there was damp dew everywhere.

　　 At the end of the corridor, a giant door about two meters high stands quietly here, and there are countless ferocious twists carved on the giant door, which seems to be carved by some kind of terrifying creature.

　　 The bronze gate is inlaid with a huge luminous bead.

　　 A terrifying aura diffused from the crack of the door, and an inexplicable sense of weirdness enveloped my heart.

　　 "Hoo——"

　　 Chen Che hesitated and raised his hand, and then he was cruel, and directly pushed the door open.

　　 He was afraid of a trap, so he was fully prepared.

　　 crunch——

　　 The dusty bronze door that hadn't moved for a long time opened slowly, and the entire corridor seemed to be trembling.

　　 The scene inside the door was reflected in Chen Che's eyes.

　　 It is an empty bronze hall with brilliant decorations and nine beads standing on it, carved with countless images of ferocious and distorted monsters.

　　 In the very center of the hall, there is a skeleton figure with its head slightly lowered, sitting cross-legged, and in front of it is a simple desk.

　　 "Here...?" Chen Che was stunned.

　　 Old Chen appeared again, frowning, and then said: "I guess it's right, this is indeed the ruins of the tomb of Demon Xiu."

　　 "The owner of the tomb mansion should have been dead for a long time, there is no aura of life, but the evil grudge is still terrible."

　　 "Apprentice, let's go and take a look first."

　　 Chen Che nodded in response, and then cautiously stepped forward.

　　 tread——

　　 tread——

　　 The empty hall, the sound of footsteps echoed constantly.

　　 Unexpectedly, without any traps or obstructions, he came to the center of the hall unimpeded all the way.

　　 Chen Che lowered his head, staring at the skeleton sitting on the ground cross-legged.

　　 It holds a scroll in its hand, and the desk is full of other scrolls and books.

"this is……"

　　 Chen Che frowned, took the scroll from the skeleton's hand, and opened it.

　　 After reading it for a moment, he was surprised: "Diary?"

　　 turned to the first page, and it was written with scribbled abbreviated text.

　　 These words are quite scribbled and difficult to read.

　　 Chen Che read it line by line, and at the same time read it all out, saying that he listened to Chen Lao--

　　"The wasteland in the north, the upper reaches of the Youshui River, the deserted village.

　　Following the guidance of the fairy master to find this place, prying into the heavens and the pilgrimage, to no avail, it may not be the time. "

　　"The third day.

　　 accidentally met the Yinsheng virgin in Youshui Village, which can be used as a medicinal sacrifice to reshape the magic vein.

　　 It's a pity that the virgin physique is not yet ready, and the time has not arrived.

　　The attitude of being a fairy master confuses the villagers of Youshui Village and sets up a formation. Believe it, funny. "

　　 "The devil's thorn flower planted on the top of the mountain behind the water can accelerate the growth of Yin Sheng maiden. After about ten years, it can be used as a medicine to reshape my magic veins. You have to wait a long time.

　　 "Forty-ninth day."

　　"I found a pilgrimage by accident~www.wuxiahere.com~ The crooked, obscure diary writing suddenly disappeared.

　　 Chen Che turned several pages in succession, all blank, but saw traces of torn in the scroll.

　　 When turning to the last page.

　　 finally saw the familiar distorted font again——

　　 "Wen Shengzi died in the battle of Zhongzhou, very heartbroken."

"The saint son has suffered inhuman abuse, thousands of compatriots died in bloodbaths, and the instructions given by the pilgrimage to the heavenly way were trampled on by the false gods. We can only meet the next son of the heavenly way, and we must not act rashly before. The false goddess in Zhongzhou... Will suffer the retribution of God's Scourge,"

　　 "Whoever walks with the false goddess runs counter to the law of heaven. The world runs counter to the law of heaven."

　　 "……"

　　 "After ten years, the body of Yin Sheng will sacrifice, and I will recast the flesh to welcome the next son of heaven."

　　 A book and volume of diary, only to record these few words and then break.

　　 Chen Che was confused and frowned. He couldn't understand the meaning of this.

　　 "Master, what does this mean...?"

　　 Chen Lao was silent for a while, and shook his head, "I don't know."

　　 "After sleeping for a long time for the teacher, my spiritual consciousness was damaged. Some of the things that happened during this period are unclear, some are completely unknown."

　　 "The so-called way of heaven and pilgrimage to be a teacher is a little familiar. It is a very distant matter for you, let's talk about it later."

　　 Chen Che nodded slightly and put down the scroll.

　　 Chen Lao continued: "But disciple, I still have to tell you one thing--"

　　 "The death of the son who took office was ten years ago."

　　 "If what this diary says is true... I'm afraid, another chance will come."