Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

Jiang Jiang waved his hand to set up a barrier.

This village seems to have been forgotten by time and is completely lifeless.

There was an eerie silence all around.

It's frightening and creepy when you get close to it.

There was a foul smell in the air.

It can be seen that there has been no human habitation here for a long time.

When we got closer, we saw that the house was dilapidated and didn't even have a roof.

The doors and windows are crumbling.

There are so many rooms and not a single wall is good.

The streets were overgrown with weeds, piled with rocks, and in a mess.

What is even more frightening is that there are countless ghosts lurking here, attacking monks who are unaware of the truth.

The dilapidated village adds to the horror atmosphere.

Jiang Jiang casually threw Zong Zeyu into a house with a little roof.

The roof is full of holes. If it rains, no one will be able to live there.

Jiang Jiang doesn't want to renovate the house.

She won't.

Let’s wait until that piece of garbage on the ground wakes up before we fix it.

Jiang Jiang sat cross-legged on the cold, hard ground, his eyes closed, his hands hanging naturally at his knees, entering a state of ecstasy.

She quietly breathed in the fresh air around her, and listened attentively and felt all the wonderful experiences brought by this mysterious world.

As time passed, Jiang Jiang gradually released his spiritual consciousness and spread it outward with himself as the center.

This powerful spiritual consciousness spread rapidly like an invisible net, soon covering every corner within a hundred miles.

In this vast area, various sounds are intertwined.

The rustling sound of leaves in the breeze.

The crisp sound of raindrops hitting the roof and windows.

The sound of insects chirping in the grass and birds singing in the branches.

In addition, from time to time, one could hear the smoke rising from cooking fires in the distance, the sounds of disciples practicing and shouting, etc.

All these sounds together formed a vivid and colorful video that played in front of Jiang Jiang.

At this moment, Jiang Jiang seemed to have become one with the whole world.

Clearly feel every blade of grass, every flower and every leaf in nature.

They have their own unique life and story.

This unprecedented experience gave Jiang Jiang a stronger desire and curiosity to explore the world. It also aroused his inner motivation to pursue higher levels of spiritual practice, making him more determined to work hard to improve his strength so as to better appreciate this colorful world.

As his spiritual consciousness spread, Jiang Jiang's body floated from the ground into the air, emitting an extremely cold divine light all around him.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but when Zong Zeyu woke up, he saw the big devil in front of him meditating and practicing.

Zong Zeyu's lips were chapped and dehydrated due to extreme lack of water.

It was like the ghosts outside had drained away all the life force.

His once healthy skin was now covered with dried blood.

These bloodstains were all caused by Ye Chacha. They were crisscrossed all over the body like a spider web.

Worse still, some of the wounds had begun to fester and form thick scabs.

There was a disgusting stench coming from his body.

In front of Zong Zeyu, there was a fire that had once burned but had now cooled down for a long time.

The fire was gone, leaving only dead silence, which formed a sharp contrast with Zong Zeyu's exhausted figure.

Zong Zeyu guessed that the fire should have been started by the big devil Ye Chacha.

But is she that good?

Is the weasel giving New Year greetings to the chicken?

He propped up his arms and slowly climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

I couldn't help but look on.