Dao Xuanji [Civil Demon]

And I used what happened to Wen Junqing in the gate of life and death as a formal narrative and laid a foreshadowing, and I wrote it along the timeline in Chapter 26.

In other words, the gate of life and death can be said to be a time travel gate.Then in order to prevent the butterfly effect or something, I added a setting that the past cannot be changed, so Xuanji who went back to the past lost her memory.

Everything in Chapter 26 is from Wen Junqing’s perspective, which means that at the same time, there is another Wen Junqing who broke the formation by the Santu River. This Wen Junqing’s delay and Xuanji’s ability to regain consciousness are also related to her death.

In addition, the protagonist in the article only deduced all this clearly in Chapter 28. If you forgot the details, you should mainly read the chapters about the door in the Burial Immortal Volume and add the subtitle of this volume, I wrote the chapter about the door.

Finally, why can I travel through the past? It seems that there is always something that corrects the consequences of what Xuanji did, or pushes her to complete all the things she wants to do. This is what I have been writing in this article. A foreshadowing, the last chapter will be written.

I am very unfriendly to those who follow the update, it is my problem, sorry.Because although my article sections are written according to the time axis, sometimes they will be inserted in reverse order, causing confusion.

If you have any questions, please comment and I will try my best to explain.

Chapter 6

Wen Junqing's eyes widened, and she reached out to help, but her fingertips brushed the corner of Xuanji's clothes, and the other party fell to the ground.

She saw Xuanji's exposed skin, as if something was moving underneath, a piece bulged from time to time, and then it sank heavily as if a piece of flesh was missing.

Shocking.

"Xuanji." Wen Junqing called her.

However, Xuanji's eyes were already closed.But although his expression was painful, fortunately his breath was quite stable.Wen Junqing breathed a sigh of relief, the frown had just subsided, and suddenly wrinkled again.

Her spiritual sense detected a large number of monks above the Nascent Soul stage, and five Mahayana monks. After thinking about it, Elder Songqing probably brought in monks from other sects in Dongchuan to serve as reinforcements.

But there is no need to rescue soldiers now, there is no magic cultivator to be killed here.

Wen Junqing looked at Xuanji on the ground with an unnatural expression, and then quickly picked her up by the waist, preparing to transfer Xuanji to the stone room she had previously retreated in Houshan.When he was about to step out of the palace gate, there was a sudden clanging sound in his ear.Wen Junqing looked back, and saw that the ancient sword that had been thrown from Xuanji's hand and nailed to the wall was trembling at this moment.With a thought in her mind, Wen Junqing freed one hand, and stretched out towards the ancient sword, and the ancient sword flew into her hand in an instant.

The warmth came from the palm of my hand, like an old friend I haven't seen for a long time.

Wen Junqing put the sword in the Qiankun bag, and then quickly ran towards the back mountain with Xuanji in his arms, recalling the time when he first went to Bury Immortal Island that year.

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Immortal Burial Island appeared suddenly.Ten years after Xuanji's death.

At that time, the world of comprehension was not as divided as it is now. There was no such thing as Xizhou, Zhongchao, Dongchuan, and Southern Xinjiang. Everyone would only say what the monks in the east did, and the monks in the west did what What, what happened to the monks in the south.We are each other as neighbors and alone as individuals.

Until an island suddenly appeared out of thin air in the middle of the mainland, so big that it blocked the sun and could not be seen far away.

Everyone didn't know what it was. After watching it for a day, they only felt that there was a surge of spiritual energy above, and there was a faint emergence of precious light.At this time, an older monk came out and flipped through ancient books and said that this may be the mass burial tomb of the monks who had ascended in the first generation.And the monks who know divination also said that this island is related to immortals.

So the world of comprehension boiled.

Everyone knows that chance treasures are always in short supply.

So the monks living in the middle said that the appearance of this island in the middle was a chance given to them by God; the monks living in the east quit, saying that they were the most orthodox monks with a bright future, and these opportunities should be given to them; Even the monks who lived farthest in the south came to argue, saying that they are all cultivators of immortality, why should they keep it for themselves, and should divide it equally according to the item.

After arguing for three days and three nights, there was no conclusion on the ownership.In the end, some people said that a demon cultivator had sneaked into the island, and everyone was united again, saying that this island was given to the orthodox monks by the heavens, and that the demon cultivator was going against the sky, and he must be killed. The treasure fell into the hands of thieves.So everyone swarmed into the island under the name of Demon Cultivator.

In fact, even if there is a magic cultivator, there are so many righteous ways to catch it.

This is how Wen Junqing led his orders into the Immortal Burial Island.

Everyone held their swords and scrambled to be the first, fearing that they would be one step behind.Wen Erjunqing has always disliked getting too close to people, so she entered the island slowly with her sword a whole day late. She was not in a hurry, as if she had come to spring for an outing.However, it didn't take long to find the monk's body.

One, two, three.

Wen Junqing helped with the burial at first, but later she just squatted down to close Weiming's eyes, and finally she didn't even bother to squat down and turned a blind eye.It was also seen that there were people fighting together, but Wen Junqing avoided it from a distance.

Only then did Wen Junqing understand, where did the devil come from? The devil is in everyone's heart.So she turned her head and was about to go back, but it turned out that she had walked smoothly all the way, but there was a restriction when she went back. She was not familiar with these things, so she bumped into them, and opened her eyes again. In a hall.

Although it is called a temple, it actually looks like a building randomly built by children with stones. The walls are not completely upright. There is a hole here and a hole there, and the inside is also empty. He picked up a sword, and beside the sword was a book with brittle pages.

It's like loudly inviting people to come and pick it up.

Wen Junqing only took one look, then turned around and left, looking for a way out.

In the end, it took at least two or three hours to turn around, as if a ghost hit a wall, and wandered around in a daze.

Wen Junqing had no choice but to turn his head again, and walked to the center of the hall, to look at the only thing in the hall.

The sword is a good sword, Wen Junqing, a swordsman, will know it just by looking at it.The sword felt Wen Junqing's gaze, and the blade vibrated slightly, making a clear and pleasant buzzing sound.But Wen Junqing still didn't touch it, turned his eyes away, changed direction and continued to find the way.

Naturally, it was another two hours of ghosts beating the wall.

After Wen Junqing turned back, she simply closed her eyes and sat down on the spot, and began to meditate, even if the sword was clanging all the time, she didn't even look at it anymore.

Then after a few cups of tea, Wen Junqing slowly recuperated, and when she opened her eyes again, the sword was already lying quietly on her lap, and the book was neatly placed next to her knee, and the surrounding hall was at this moment As if they should disappear after completing the task, the stone pillars on the wall slowly dissipated and turned into little fluorescent lights, the trees outside appeared, and the starry night sky could be seen above her head, and the surrounding scene was the place where she hit the restriction earlier.

Wen Junqing stared at the sword in his arms, a little confused, thought for a while, put the sword and book into the Qiankun bag and continued to walk back.Fortunately, nothing strange happened again. After leaving the island and returning to Wanyangzong, Wen Junqing handed over both the sword and the book to the dean.Since then, I have never seen this sword again, and the dean of the book said it was a good sword manual, and finally let all the disciples of the academy practice it. It is also because of this that Wanyang Academy has gradually risen and developed into a sword manual. Wanyangzong.And this continent has also become torn apart because of some dirty things that happened on the island.

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Wen Junqing stopped to recall, carefully placed Xuanji on the ground, and then took out the ancient sword that was put in the Qiankun bag and began to look at it.My own sword has been cut off by Xuanji, and the suzerain is dead, so it shouldn't be a problem to hold this sword by myself.

At this time, a piece of talisman paper appeared out of thin air, Wen Junqing took it with a copy of his hand, and walked out of the stone room, closing the Dharma door.Elder Song Qing's voice was uploaded from the sound transmission talisman: Wuyu, how are you doing now?What about the magician?

"I'm fine. The magic cultivator has been subdued by me. I don't know much about the formation. Please ask the elders to deal with the aftermath. If there is nothing else, I will continue to retreat and practice. Don't bother me."

Probably did not expect Wen Junqing to kill Moxiu with his own strength, and was also shocked by Wen Junqing's repulsive tone. There was silence for a while, and then the time for the talisman paper was up, and it spontaneously ignited into a wisp of ashes.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Wen Junqing slashed at the back of his head with a sword, and knocked a flying fan to the ground. He immediately turned around and practiced kung fu, the sword in his hand was spinning above his head, and wiped out the bugs that fell from the top of his head one by one.She raised her head and said lightly, "I didn't hurt her."

Yu Wuya slowly appeared, laughed a few times, and then said: "You are stronger than when I saw you before,"