Carve a Monument

Chapter 493: Carving a Word on a Monument

Time has swept away the mountains and rivers, taken away the people who passed by, and left only history that is remembered or forgotten.

Time is like a song, and the song will surely be desolate and sad.

Qin Mu stood on the box and hugged the girl. The sunlight poured down like years. The moment the light shone on him, the girl in his arms turned into flying sand and flowed away with the receding darkness.

The sunlight is bright, shining on the golden yellow sand desert and reflecting the scaly sand dunes. This was originally a valley. Although the surrounding mountains are not high, they are beautiful with clear water and green mountains.

However, as time passed, only yellow sand remained here.

Qin Mu jumped off the box. Although he knew this would happen, he still couldn't hide his melancholy.

The box opened its lid and threw the dragon unicorn out. The big box seemed to be wondering why there were hundreds of people in its belly just now and they suddenly disappeared.

Long Qilin was also very frightened. He was already very superstitious and extremely afraid of ghosts, and now he was so frightened that he buried his head in the sand.

Qin Mu looked up and saw a bare cliff in front of him, standing alone in the yellow sand of the desert. After experiencing tens of thousands of years of sandstorms, it has never been weathered or collapsed.

There are words he left on the cliff tens of thousands of years ago.

"Human life is more important than anything else!"

Qin Mu was stunned. He still left his own things in history.

Everything that happened last night was not a flash of history, nor was it a dream. He could not explain the wonderful experience of this night, nor could he explain why he went back to 30,000 or 40,000 years ago, and why he experienced a dark invasion together with the people of Bailong City.

He also couldn't explain why he returned to the present, and why the era of the former emperor disappeared after the darkness.

However, this actually happened!

He fought side by side with people who lived tens of thousands of years ago, watched them sacrifice their lives and shed their blood, saw the sufferings that people in history had endured, and also saw the deaths and tragedy caused by another heaven destroying the heaven of the previous emperor's era!

"The era of the Shanghuang was destroyed, and the era of the Kaihuang was also destroyed. Is the heaven that destroyed these two eras the same heaven?"

He had some guesses in his mind, but no evidence to prove them.

"Perhaps, the one who wants to destroy Yankang will also be the same Heavenly Court? Where do they come from?"

Pangong Tso quietly emerged from under the box, looked up at the lonely cliff in the desert, and read the words on it. He said leisurely: "Master Qin, you must be very lost and sad now, right? The girl from the Bai family may like you, and you may also like her, but she knew that she had to say goodbye to you, so she didn't say it out loud. Time is too cruel..."

His eyes flashed, and the gourd behind him opened quietly. Blood clots floated in the air quietly without making any sound.

Pangong Co stared at Qin Mu's back intently. The blood clot in the air was like a poisonous snake twisting its body. His voice was also like a poisonous snake drilling into Qin Mu's heart, gnawing at his soul, destroying his Dao heart, poisoning his Dao heart, and revealing the flaws of this young man.

"If you stayed in that era, perhaps your life would be completely different from now."

Pangong Tso quietly moved his feet, adjusted his breath, and his voice became more and more seductive, telling him a picture that was completely different from reality: "You may fall in love, you may have many children, you will also face many setbacks and dangers, but your life is so colorful! The past of history will become colorful, and you, a young couple, have experienced that colorful history... What a pity."

He changed the subject and became full of toxicity: "It's a pity that you still separated after tens of thousands of years. Love, liking, and future have all turned into yellow sand and become false in the tens of thousands of years!"

He showed a strange smile, and his voice became twisted and strange with the strange smile: "The girl from the Bai family may have died a long time ago. After you left, she may have died at the hands of the pursuers! Even if she escaped, she may have married someone else, had children, and became an old woman. Only when she is old and her face has faded will she occasionally remember the young man who suddenly appeared that night and held her face! Master Qin——"

“Have you ever felt sadness in your heart? Is this sadness gnawing at your heart and poisoning your soul?”

Pangong Tso was approaching him, and her voice was eerie, like a demon from outer space whispering, tempting people to fall: "She died after all, and turned into dust. It has been 30,000 or 40,000 years. In this desolate desert, in the history covered by dust, no one can remember her except you, a passionate man. She was drowned in the dust of history and buried in this rolling yellow sand."

He chuckled and said, "Young people don't know the taste of sorrow. They love the upper floors, love the upper floors! Now I know the taste of sorrow, I want to speak but I am too shy, I want to speak but I am too shy! Master Qin, your heart is so fragile, let me do it..."

Just as he was about to take action, the dragon unicorn's body behind him grew bigger and taller, suddenly raised its huge claw, and knocked him to the ground with one claw.

Pangong Tso hurriedly stood up, but was knocked to the ground again. Long Qilin slapped him down again and again, causing him to spit blood from his mouth. He angrily said, "I told you not to talk too much, I told you not to talk too much!"

Pangong Tso was furious: "You fat pig, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

The dragon unicorn's claws suddenly clanged, and its nails as sharp as knives popped out, ready to rip him open.

Suddenly, Qin Mu's calm voice came: "Long Pang, there's no need to beat him, let him go."

Long Qilin was slightly startled, and said in confusion: "Master, this guy is a real bad guy, and he is a first-class escapist. He just wanted to harm you! If you let him go, it will be even more difficult to catch him again!"

"We fought side by side, and he did a lot to save people, risking his own life. He deserves a chance to live."

Qin Mu put his hands behind his back, looked at his own handwriting on the cliff, and said calmly: "Great Master, I will not kill you, please go. The next time we meet, I will take your head."

Pangong Tso got up, patted the sand off his body, and said with a twinkling gaze, "Are you sure you let me go this time and didn't lie to me? You won't kill me when I turn around?"

Qin Mu said calmly: "Too many people died last night. I don't want to kill anyone today."

Pangong Tso did not turn around, but retreated step by step, staring at Qin Mu's every move, thinking: "Although I have gone through hardships and fought desperately this time, I have also gained some benefits. At least I got two magical legs... Wait a minute, these two magical legs..."

Qin Mu had his back to him, which made his eyes light up and he couldn't help but get excited: "With these two magical legs, why should I be afraid of this kid? I have magical legs and I am the fastest in the world at escaping. If I can't beat him, I can just run away! Moreover, my speed is the best in the world, and my combat power will increase dramatically. I can kill him!"

His heart was pounding with excitement and his eyes were full of ferocity. He was about to stop and attack when he suddenly became alert and quickly jumped high.

A flash of sword light flew out from the desert and passed by the base of his right leg!

Pangongcuo cried out in pain and said sternly in mid-air: "Master Qin, you don't keep your word!"

Qin Mu turned around and said calmly, "It counts. I cut off one of your legs before, and I can give you one back, but I won't let you get two divine legs. Great Honored One, I won't give you any more."

Pangong Tso was in mid-air, looking down at the fallen leg and trying to pick it up, but the yellow sand below had already swallowed up the broken leg.

In the yellow sand, countless sword lights were looming, like silver needles interweaving and shuttling, protecting the divine leg. Those were the eight thousand swords transformed by Qin Mu's sword pill. Obviously, when Qin Mu tried to deceive people, he had already hit the sword pill into the yellow sand.

Pangong Co immediately realized that he had lost the initiative, and he gritted his teeth, and a lotus flower more than one meter tall appeared behind him.

He retreated into the flower, the lotus closed, and Pangong Tso disappeared along with the man and the flower.

"Master Qin, next time we meet, I will take your head!" His voice became farther and farther away, disappearing in the depths of the yellow sand.

"The Great Master has become very courageous now."

Qin Mu turned around, and countless flying swords flew up from the desert, sending the divine leg to the side of the box. He whispered, "This is a good thing. He has gained courage. Next time, we won't have to work so hard to kill him."

The box became excited and quickly opened the lid and put the magical leg in to keep it well.

Qin Mu looked at the words on the cliff and whispered, "If you were still alive, would you come here to find me? Are you still alive? Tens of thousands of years, one hardship after another, will you die, will you become a skeleton..."

He waited quietly at the foot of the cliff and was reluctant to leave.

The surrounding mountains have also been smoothed by wind and sand, so why is only this cliff left?

There was still hope in his heart.

"Master, there is a big stone tablet on this side of the mountain!" Suddenly, Long Qilin discovered something.

Qin Mu's heart moved slightly and he hurried over. Long Qilin found a stone tablet at the foot of the mountain. The stone tablet was half buried in the yellow sand and was at the foot of the cliff. It was difficult to find it without careful inspection.

This stone tablet seems to have magical powers, resisting wind and sand and not being weathered.

There are words on the stone tablet.

Qin Mu looked at the stele and was startled. He saw the words on the stele flying and domineering, which read: "Qin Mu, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Great Lord of the Loulan Golden Palace, was buried..."

The words behind the tomb were a little blurry, and some were buried in the yellow sand. Long Qilin was about to move the sand away, but Qin Mu hurriedly said, "Long Pang, it's a trap! Don't move the sand under the monument!"

When Long Qilin heard the word "trap", he hurriedly retreated, not daring to stay at all.

Qin Mu sneered and said, "You really underestimated me by using this method to set a trap. The words under the stone tablet are nothing more than burying here. If I move the sand, it will trigger his trap and I will die without a burial place!"

Long Qilin shuddered and said, "If my name was written on it, I would definitely go forward to check it out..."

Qin Mu looked around. This vast yellow desert was extremely desolate. Apart from them, there were no other living things. It was impossible for anyone to be lying in ambush nearby.

"To be honest, I am quite curious."

His eyes flickered as he looked at the stone tablet buried under the yellow sand. Long Qilin suddenly had a bad feeling and said, "Master, don't do anything stupid!"

Qin Mu quickly retreated and said with a smile: "I really want to see whether the person who left this stone tablet to plot against me and the Great Master will leave a signature. He is so complacent and arrogant that he will definitely leave his own name. Let's retreat a hundred miles, and then I will cast a spell to move the sand under the stone tablet!"

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