I'm Not Really a Gold Saint

"Brother... what do you want to do to me?"

Seeing the other party hugging her feet, Pandora tremblingly spoke.

She is the commander-in-chief of the underworld army, under one god, above ten thousand people.

In order to sneak into the sanctuary, she sealed her own power with a secret method, and at the same time reborn and shrunk her body, no different from an ordinary little girl.

If someone is really against him, then he is a sheep and a tiger, and there is no room for resistance.

Pan Xi couldn't help covering her chest with her hands, trembling.

Originally thought that the saints in the sanctuary were all so-called righteous people, and no one dared to treat her as a little girl.

As a result, at the beginning of the game, I ran into a senior with a brain problem, and God didn't know what the other party could do.

At this time, the handsome and extraordinary senior brother slowly stood up, with his hands behind his back, looked down at the poor Panxi in front of him, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he pointed at the cemetery and said in a deep voice:

"Since the age of ancient mythology, when the sanctuary was established, the cemetery has existed here."

"The remains of saints of all ages are buried here, bronze, silver, gold saints, and even the body of the pope is buried here."

"Calculating from the age of mythology, most of the dead saints are buried here, so there are naturally a lot of graves."

"And I, Ding Li, am the master of this cemetery. From today onwards, you have to obey my Ding Li's order to take care of this tomb, understand?

"Yes, Senior Brother Ding Li."

Pansy got up quickly, looking restrained and shy, and tugged at her little skirt.

Ding Li couldn't help secretly praising the other party's acting skills. From the beginning to the end, Pan Xi showed ignorance and unknownness, just like an ordinary little girl's shyness, which made people not even a little bit suspicious.

If he was not a time traveler, he might be easily deceived.

Having said that, I don't have infinite life like Wu Xiaoqiang, and I slapped my face all the way. Not only the golden saints can be overthrown, but even the gods can be hammered to death by them.

He just wanted his life as a gravekeeper not to be disturbed.

In fact, killing Pan Xi now and burying her in the cemetery is also a good choice.

Pan Xi seemed to feel something, looking back at the aura of the eagle catching the chick, she couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

Murderous!

She had the illusion that she would be killed by a single blow, her heart tightened again, and she called weakly: "Senior Brother Ding Li?"

Ding Li exhaled and said coldly, "Panxi, do you want to become a saint?"

"Yes, senior brother..."

"Then you can practice with me from now on, let's build muscles together."

"Huh? I... exercise muscles?"

"Yes, there are only muscles in this world... Ahem, the only way to cultivate the body is the most correct way!"

Body first?

Don't all Saints practice Cosmos?

"Brother, I heard that all saints have small universes in their cultivation."

Pansy asked with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Practice small universe?"

Seeing Ding Li's robust figure inflated like an inflated balloon, pieces of muscle on his body bulged out of his clothes, piercing and piercing tore through the clothes, strips of cloth flew around, and his true energy flew wildly. Muscle explosion!

Those two pectoralis major muscles are especially conspicuous!

"Small universe is nothing!"

"See? That's muscle power. Come on, Pansy, let's build perfect muscles together."

Feeling the surge of blood and oppression, and looking at the two unique and trembling pectoralis major muscles, Pan Xi's knees gave way, his eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground again.

"This guy... is really sick!"

###Chapter 4 Gravekeeper Ding Li###

The breeze is setting and the sun is setting, and the dead trees are faint.

In the sanctuary cemetery, the tombstones stand in disorder, desolate and quiet.

Occasionally, there would be a few weird and gloomy birdsongs from the depths of the cemetery, which were creepy.

Because of the age, the tombstones of the tombs basically have cracks, the words on the tombstones have been weathered, many of them are covered with moss, and many tombs have been flooded by weeds.

The sanctuary cemetery has buried many powerful men who are against the sky. Their actions are like lightning and flint. Their fists can break the earth, tear the sky, and even confront the gods.

The burial grounds of these strong men are so dilapidated, it is embarrassing...

"Although the main plot needs to be changed, as long as Pandora can be suppressed, I believe the jihad will not start so easily. I have to cherish this hard-won journey..."

Ding Li smiled at himself in the reflection in the puddle ahead, quite happy.

Reflected in the puddle, the young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, red lips and white teeth, high nose bridge, is handsome and extraordinary.

The body was covered by a black cloak, which concealed its figure, revealing its vigor and vigor like a dormant tiger, ready to explode at any time.

Ding Li slowly stretched out his thick arms from the cloak, then bent, clenched his fists tightly, the biceps on his arms swelled up rapidly, almost tearing his underclothes.

This feeling of strength and muscles all over his body made him feel joy and satisfaction, and even a little bit of excitement.

Yes, I am only 15 years old this year!

The belly is gone, the greasiness is gone, the thick hair is back, and the body is full of hard lumps.

And I also comprehended the small universe.

All this is thanks to this cemetery.

Now that the scourge of Pandora has come, the jihad may start earlier, so he has to speed up the improvement of his strength.

He waved his shovel at several abandoned old graves...

Ding Li didn't finish his work until the sky was covered with clouds and clouds.

After knocking the shovel on the soil, he looked at the old grave in front of him.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed on a tomb that had just been cleared of weeds in front of him.

Staring at it, I saw a few lines of incomparably clear golden writing on the stone tablet that had no writing.

[Corpse: Manigot]

[Level: Cancer Gold Saint]

[Output: Small Universe +5]

[Extraction capacity: not yet met the requirements]

[Grave Grade: Black Iron]

The Grave of the Gold Saint! ! !

Seeing these words clearly, Ding Li couldn't help swallowing, feeling his heartbeat and blood pressure soar instantly.

Finally, he finally found the tomb of a former gold saint.

He couldn't help showing a smile on his face, the thought of digging up the treasure was indescribable.

Looking at the slightly glowing inscription, the text on it has been traced with a highlighter, and there is a faint golden fluorescence blooming.

He stepped forward and pressed his hand on the tombstone, and a stream of clear water immediately flowed into his body along the palm of his hand, and quickly spread to all his limbs.

This warm current seems to be peaceful, but it contains incomparable power. It seems that as long as it is ignited, it can produce explosive power.

Yes, this is a small universe!

The microcosm refers to the potential cosmic energy inside the human body, a seemingly calm cosmic energy contained in the depths of the soul, but it contains the power of a cosmic explosion.

The real Saint Seiya shatters the atoms of the object by detonating the small universe in the body, thereby exerting the superhuman power of shattering the stars and tearing the earth.

As a symbol of Saint Seiya, the small universe is hard-won.

Usually, only those with outstanding talents can comprehend the small universe after hard training.

And Ding Li can absorb the small universe from the grave just by touching the tombstone.

He tried to operate the small universe in his body, and this small universe immediately burned up, became extremely active, and flowed to his fist in an instant.

Looking at his fist again, there was a faint golden light emitting from it.

Bang!

Ding Li suddenly punched a large granite rock next to him.

The moment the fist touched this incomparably hard stone, it was detonated by an inexplicable force, and suddenly burst into countless fragments, causing smoke and dust to rise everywhere.

The fist doesn't hurt at all, it's like a powerful detonator.

And if you were hit by a gravel, did you feel anything?

drink!

He tried to run all the small universes with all his strength, spreading them all over his body.

The muscles all over his body swelled up in the blink of an eye, pieces of muscle tore through the cloth, knotted like steel bars.

Ding Li looked at himself.

The muscles on his arms had more than doubled in size, and they had a sculptural layering under the sunlight, with a hint of pale gold.

At this moment, his physical strength is about the same as that of an iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover in ancient times when cold weapons were king, and he can walk sideways.

After a long period of absorption, now Ding Li's small universe has been completed, even reaching the level of the seventh sense.

Of course he knew what that meant.

Once the small universe is activated, he has the qualifications to become a saint, and he can participate in the battle for the saint clothes and become a saint.

Having a seventh sense means that he has the power and qualifications to become a golden saint.

Yes.

This is the wonderful golden finger that Ding Li obtained!