The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Ji Qingzhou admitted that she was anxious.

"How can I take back something I gave away? You gave it to me, so it's mine. I accept this red envelope."

Ji Qingzhou quickly flipped to the red envelope, tapped it with his right hand, and made a gesture with his left hand. A ball of green flame emerged from his fingertips, ensuring that the pile of indescribable things in the red envelope would be burned into slag the first second it fell out to avoid polluting the environment.

"Shh."

Ji Qingzhou sensed that something appeared out of nowhere and fell into her hands.

She dodged swiftly, and green flames shot out from her fingertips, hitting the thing accurately.

"Gululu..."

However, the things that fell out of the red envelope did not burn into a ball of black slag and then shatter as Ji Qingzhou had expected, but fell straight to the ground and rolled to her feet.

It was a bead as black as ink, darker than the night, as if it wanted to absorb all light sources into it. The thick darkness that swallowed up everything was emitting pure spiritual power that was a fatal temptation to all cultivators.

"This is……"

Even though Ji Qingzhou was a disciple of a large sect and had seen all kinds of rare treasures, his heart couldn't help but beat wildly at this moment, "Heavenly Grade Spiritual Pearl?!"

……

The demon world, the tomb of the gods.

It is an absolutely forbidden area recognized by the three realms of humans, demons and monsters. Thousands of years ago, the three realms fought a war, countless high-level cultivators died, and the huge energy tore the space apart, forming an independent cave. Even cultivators in the tribulation period could not break through the space barrier and step into it.

The three realms believe that it is both a forbidden area full of dangers and a treasure land full of opportunities.

Over the years, not only has the Demon Realm not given up exploring outside the Tomb of the Gods, but even the Human Realm and the Demon Realm have sent out spies from time to time to try to find a way to enter the Tomb of the Gods.

Everyone wants to know what kind of great opportunities and fortunes are hidden in the forbidden land where so many powerful people from the three realms of humans, demons and monsters are buried. Even if only one chance can be obtained, perhaps a powerful person in the Tribulation Crossing Stage or even the God Transformation Stage can be created!

Ever since the Three Realms War, let alone a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator, the world of immortal cultivation hasn't even had a Tribulation Stage cultivator.

In the Dharma Ending Age when spiritual power is gradually declining, overcoming tribulations and ascending to heaven has become an unattainable legend.

The monks' final hope for ascension lies in the tombs of the gods.

At this time, in the tombs of the gods where no one has ever set foot, there is no sun, no moon, and no stars. The only thing that can emit light is the extraterritorial demon that the cultivators are terrified of, and it is also a strange existence that arouses the cultivators' inner demons.

They have no specific shapes. Some look like people wearing wide robes and without facial features. Some look like demons, also without facial features, but exuding a ferocious aura. They wander around like wandering souls, emitting a bright white light, and are eerie and spooky.

Apart from this, there are only tombs everywhere. Some are as majestic as mountains, and some are as small as a fingernail. If it weren't for the equally miniature stone tablets next to them, you would never guess that this is actually a tomb.

"idiot!"

Suddenly, a shout was heard among the silent graves. The sound was clear and pleasant, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, like the cry of a divine bird.

"She ignored the red envelope you sent, why did you remind her?"

In a dark tomb on a hilltop, a frail figure leaned against the corner of the stone wall, and the voice he uttered was full of energy, with annoyance: "Even if you have nine life spirit beads, that is only the worst one you have bred. For mortals, it is also a supreme treasure! It can easily arouse their greed!"

Opposite him stood a tall and thin figure, about 1.7 meters tall. A luminous pearl the size of a baby's fist was embedded in the stone wall beside him.

In the dim light, one could barely make out that this was a poor little beggar who was so skinny that his bones were just visible, with his face covered in dust. It was as if he had been begging on the streets for years, but had not had enough food to eat because of his poor begging skills.

Being scolded by the other party, the "little beggar" shrank his neck and couldn't help but retort: ​​"Pei Gou...Oh no, Xiao Hong is not the kind of person you said!"

The "little beggar" is the rebellious little black bug, and the person hiding in the darkness opposite him is the "bald chicken" he and Ji Qingzhou mentioned.

Bald Chicken sneered: "Mortals are all greedy and shameless guys!"

The rebellious little black bug snorted, "That Xiao Hong is not a human being!"

Bald Chicken: “…” For a moment, I couldn’t tell whether you were speaking for her or scolding her.

Seeing that the rebellious little black bug was still stubborn, the bald chicken felt that his kindness was in vain and said angrily: "Just wait for that shameless human to cheat you out of all your belongings!"

"Ding dong."

As soon as the bald chicken finished speaking, a reminder sound rang in the rebellious little black bug's mind.

As soon as he thought about it, a strange square appeared before his eyes.

Seeing that the rebellious little black bug ignored him and was still staring at the empty space ahead, the bald chicken frowned: "What dialog box are you looking at? Did Red Moonlight send you a message? What did she say? Did she ask you if you still have spirit beads? Humph, I knew it, greedy humans..."

The rebellious little black bug ignored him and just stretched out his hand forward.

"Clap."

An inky black bead appeared out of thin air and fell into the hands of the rebellious little black bug.

When the bald chicken saw the bead, he was slightly stunned.

"She returned the spirit pearl to me."

The rebellious little black bug stared at the dialog box and said slowly, "She also asked me to hide the thing, saying that it would be of great use to my practice and that it was a great fortune that countless cultivators dreamed of."

In the dialog box, Ji Qingzhou said much more than just these two sentences. Instead, he sent a long message that was like an instruction manual.

The first is to tell the rebellious little black bug how precious this spiritual bead is, and the second is to teach him how to use the spiritual bead to practice and what precautions should be taken.

The content is so detailed that it can be used to teach disciples from large sects.

After listening to the rebellious little black bug's retelling of Ji Qingzhou's news, the bald chicken fell silent.

After a while, he snorted and said stubbornly, "Maybe she has discovered that you are not an ordinary person, and she wants to play the long game to catch a bigger fish, so she gave up the spirit pearl? Don't forget, she tested you before and asked if you still have my blood in your hand!"

That’s right, the “medicine” that cured Ji Qingzhou’s injuries was not really medicine, but the rebellious little black bug that sneaked into the bald chicken’s grave while he was asleep and drew his own blood from his body!

By the time the bald chicken found out, the rebellious little black bug had already thrown the bottle of blood into the dialog box.

The bald chicken, who couldn't see the dialog box, naturally had no way to get back his hard-earned money, so he could only beat up this traitorous teammate in anger.

His entire body was infected by evil spirits, with only a bit of his heart blood remaining pure. However, it was secretly taken away by the rebellious little black bug and given to a human he had just met for less than half an hour!

When he found out that Ji Qingzhou actually asked him if he had any more, he wanted to grab that greedy human being out of the dialog box, eat him alive, and make up for his lost blood!

Do you think that the blood on your heart is some kind of cabbage from the vegetable market?

The more powerful the cultivator is, the less blood he has in his heart. The concentrated blood is the essence. Once it is lost, it will take months or even years to replenish it.

But in this harsh environment, he was afraid that he would never be able to make up for his hard work!

The bald chicken was annoyed. He looked at the rebellious black bug with a confused face and became more and more annoyed. He waved his hand at him and shouted, "Go away! I want to sleep."

Rebellious little black bug: "Didn't you just wake up? Are you going to sleep again?"

As he spoke, he grabbed a steamed bun that appeared out of thin air and started eating it with a "crunch, crunchy" sound.

"Thanks to you, if I fall asleep this time, I will probably be like those guys and won't wake up again!"

The bald chicken sneered. The pure heart blood was his last resort to stay awake. Now that it was gone, he would just fall into a deep sleep like his former comrades.

He should have been furious with the rebellious little black bug, but if he didn't have the blood in his heart, he would...

"No no no!"

My sad thoughts were interrupted by a large soft object suddenly stuffed into my mouth.

The bald chicken opened his eyes wide and glared at the rebellious little black bug who was stuffing a big steamed bun into his mouth.

The rebellious little black bug's tone was a little depressed: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have stolen your precious blood while you were sleeping, but Xiaohong is dying, and I don't want her to die... Don't be angry, don't fall asleep, you are the only one here to talk to me, and I'll give you my favorite steamed bun, it smells good."

“Mmmmmmm (Who the hell wants to eat this broken steamed bun)——”

The bald chicken struggled to spit out the steamed bun, but the rebellious little black bug forced the bun into his mouth, and he choked and rolled his eyes.

I can't spit it out, I can't spit it out at all.

He had no choice but to bite the bun into pieces in frustration and swallow it reluctantly.

I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t eaten for thousands of years, but the tasteless white steamed buns in my memory actually have a hint of sweetness.

But this did not dispel the will-o'-the-wisp fire in Bald Chicken's heart. He said in a sinister tone: "You black bug... huh?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

"thumping."

He heard a heartbeat.

Very slightly.

——But it came from his heart which had been dead since he lost his heart blood.

Looking inward with his spiritual consciousness, he saw that deep in his heart, which was originally dry and shriveled like a withered old tree, there was a faint red color, like a bud after the rain, quietly growing in his body with vigorous vitality.

The bald chicken realized something and stared at the remaining half of the white steamed bun in the rebellious little black bug's hand, unable to believe it: "How is this possible?!"