Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

On a warm morning, when you open your eyes, you see a familiar face.

Su Zhi's heart warmed. Once upon a time, such a picture only existed in imagination.

Looking at it, I suddenly realized something was wrong, and stretched out my hand to detect my breath, it was very faint, almost imperceptible.

……

In the hot desert, the sand under your feet seems to be able to roast people directly.

Fortunately for Lin Xun, he is now on the periphery, and there is an oasis not far ahead.

Why is he here?

Even though she was extremely high last night, normally she should have woken up on a big soft bed this morning, and could still be greeted with a lingering good morning kiss.

[System: It was detected that the host was too crazy last night, and the overload caused the soul to temporarily leave the body. 】

Isn't he in a state of suspended animation in modern society?

Lin Xun prayed from the bottom of his heart that there was still a breath left, so that he would not be cremated before he went back.

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"My soul has left my body, why are you still here?"

Could this be the legendary lingering ghost?

[System: The host managed to separate the soul from the body. In order to ensure that the host's soul would not be engulfed by the outside ghosts, a temporary plane transfer was carried out. 】

Under its repeated emphasis, Lin Xun had to face up to a serious problem, he should learn to control himself.

"How soon can I go back?"

[System: The host can purchase the Resurrection Pill, or wait for others to summon the separated soul back. 】

Soul call?

For Su Zhi, it didn't seem too difficult.

Lin Xun decided to wait and see what happened for a while. He had no choice but to settle for the next best thing. He didn't want to hear the price of the Resurrection Pill.

"Is it my illusion?" Looking up at the sky, he muttered, "I always feel that this price will make my heart bleed."

[System: It's not an illusion. 】

A huge shadow flew in the sky, covering the sun's sinister brilliance.

In the absence of sunlight, Lin Xun opened his eyes and saw very clearly that the flying elk was a winged elk, and a middle-aged man was sitting on the elk's back, with a sword around his waist and a rushing look on his body.

Lin Xun: "Brother in the sky, stay for a while."

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man really stopped, patted the elk antlers, and landed in front of Lin Xun: "What's the matter, little friend?"

Seeing this mutated elk up close, Lin Xun felt that he might have returned to the world of comprehension that he had not seen for a long time.

"Brother, can you take me to town?"

The middle-aged man said boldly: "Come up."

The flying speed of the elk is just right, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the temperature of the air above is heavenly compared to the desert.

Lin Xun crossed his legs and looked at the middle-aged man, so easy to talk, could it be a human trafficker?

The middle-aged man seemed to see through his thoughts, and laughed loudly: "Don't get me wrong, little friend, a friend who is next to me not long ago made a fortune for me, saying that I have a chance recently, and I want to put down my body and make friends with people..."

Lin Xun: "Even so, how dare you conclude that the chance is on me?"

Middle-aged man: "I'm somewhat famous in this continent."

Judging from his proud tone, it doesn't look like he has only a little fame.

Lin Xun only thought about it in his heart, did not interrupt, and listened to him continue.

"Back then, I slaughtered a sect with long-standing grievances with one sword, and because I was good at disguise, I was called the Butcher of Thousand Faces."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Haha, even the true king has to avoid me when he sees me. How can there be a fool who dares to ask to stay halfway?"

"..."

"I'm going to a banquet, and I've traveled a thousand miles, and you're the only one waving."

The inference is reasonable and well-founded, but it is inexplicable.

"Little friend," Thousand Faces Butcher said quite familiarly, "Are you a ghost cultivator?"

"What's the meaning of this?"

"Half of your body is transparent."

It looks like a ghost cultivator who has just cultivated and is too weak to be weaker.

Butcher with Thousand Faces couldn't help thinking deeply, how could a little ghost cultivator be his chance?

But that old fellow Dongxuan never miscalculated, so let's just believe it.

"Maybe the water evaporated after staying in the desert for a long time."

"Little friend."

"kindness?"

"Is this joke not funny at all?"

Lin Xun: "Really?"

Butcher with Thousand Faces nodded seriously.

Lin Xun sighed, "Let's call it a ghost cultivator."

It may be a chance, of course, the more information you get, the better.

Butcher with Thousand Faces: "May I ask, how did you die?"

It is extremely difficult for ghost cultivators to break away from reincarnation, and they are displeased by the way of heaven. Carrying a part of heavenly luck.

"Damn it."

"Death?" The Butcher with Thousand Faces: "Why do you want to do it?"

Is it bad to live?

Lin Xun was helpless: "It's not doing, it's 'doing', 27 times a night, the body couldn't bear it, collapsed, and died."

Butcher with Thousand Faces: "..."

Is this really the opportunity I was looking for? I always feel a little unreliable.

The elk flew higher and higher, Lin Xun's current state was only half of his weight: "Uncle butcher, can I trouble you to tie me to the sword?"

Butcher with Thousand Faces had a question mark on his face, what kind of weird request is this?

Lin Xun: "I feel like I'm going to be blown away by the wind."

While speaking, the man has already left the elk.

Butcher with Thousand Faces hurriedly dragged him back.

Lin Xun's eyes were very calm, as if he wasn't the one who was going to be blown away just now.

The Butcher with Thousand Faces looked at Lin Xun with a different look. With such a firm heart, he is worthy of being a person who has died once. Maybe there is something different about him.

Above the nine heavens, there is a city suspended. As the elk approaches, the sky is boundless, and there is no end in sight.

The elk put the two of them on the ground, returned to their pet status, and lay on the butcher with thousands of faces.

"There is still a distance from the city gate."

Butcher with Thousand Faces: "In the God Realm, unless you are a true god, you are not allowed to fly in the sky."

God?

He didn't expect such a big change in the cultivation world, and he didn't know how long he had been gone at the speed of time here, and whether Ding Sheng had entered reincarnation.

Two guards in gold armor stood at the door, one on the left and one on the right, and the Butcher with Thousand Faces respectfully handed over the spirit stones for both.

"go in."

"Thank you sir."

Lin Xun followed behind Thousand Faces Butcher: "Their strength should be lower than yours."

The Butcher with Thousand Faces: "This statement is wrong. These two are very young. When they reach my age, their achievements are far beyond what I can compare."

More importantly, this is the God Realm, and no one dares to offend a person in the God Realm on the territory of the God Realm, not even a guard.

Lin Xun was very interested in the prosperity inside, and learned from the system that several of them were close to false gods, and their aura was very strong: "Who is the city lord?"

Butcher with Thousand Faces looked at him in surprise, "You don't even know this?"

Lin Xun: "I've been dead for a long time, I forgot."

"Who doesn't know, the true god Ding Sheng created the God Realm with all his strength."

Lin Xun said 'Oh', seeing that Ding Sheng hasn't reincarnated yet, very good.

"Can I borrow your sword and use it?"

Butcher with Thousand Faces looked suspicious.

"Or you can pull it out a little bit."

With a bang, the long sword was unsheathed.

Lin Xun leaned closer to the blade, so he had to put his whole body on it.

"what are you doing?"

"Look at what I look like now." Lin Xun looked regretful, and there was no change, and there was no resemblance to the face used in the cultivation world. It seemed that it was impossible to have a touching reunion.

"Uncle Butcher," Lin Xun suddenly said very seriously, "Actually, I am the old lover of the True God."

"..."

"Because of a little accident, the appearance and temperament of the whole person have changed now." Lin Xun said seriously: "So, you are not good at disguise, I will tell you what I looked like before, you help me disguise and then take me to Seeing the true God, we will give you a chance after we recognize each other."

"Little friend."

"what happened?"

"Do you think I look like a fool?"

Lin Xun: "Of course not."

"Then why are you fooling me like a fool?"

"..."

In this day and age, no one really believes the truth.

Lin Xun sighed, "Whose banquet is Uncle Butcher coming to?"

Butcher with Thousand Faces looked proud: "Ding Sheng is the true God."

Originally, his strength was not qualified at all, but Saint Dante was studying the secret method of time recently, and he happened to have a rare material in his hand, so he got the invitation letter.

"Birthday party?"

"Treasure Appreciation Conference." Thousand Faces Butcher said: "As long as you have something related to the secret of time in your hand, whether it is a space treasure or a beast pet, you can put it in the meeting. If there is someone who is favored by the true god, he will use it Exchange it for something ten times its value."

Lin Xun: "Can I take a look at the invitation letter?"

Butcher with Thousand Faces carefully took it out, gave it a quick look, and took it back.

With a general impression, Lin Xun immediately asked the system: "Is there a way to imitate it?"

As soon as the words fell, an invitation letter of the same material appeared in his hand.

Butcher with Thousand Faces was dumbfounded: "Where did you come from?"

Lin Xun stuffed it into his bosom, flicked his sleeves, with an inscrutable look.

The Butcher with Thousand Faces was a suspicious person, and no less than ten guesses immediately appeared in his mind. Could it be that this was the incarnation of some senior who deliberately pretended not to understand anything just now to tease him?

But the level of cultivation can be disguised, who can tell him how to pretend to be translucent?

After walking two steps, Lin Xun suddenly returned: "How do I get to the City Lord's Mansion?"

Butcher with Thousand Faces looked up to the sky and sighed.

The banquet of the true god is a once-in-a-thousand-year event.

Ding Sheng's external influence after becoming a god has always been mysterious and unpredictable, but this does not damage his prestige in the hearts of people in the cultivation world. Countless fairies want to become Taoist companions with him.

On the way to the City Lord's Mansion, Qianmian Butcher was worried that Lin Xun would get into trouble in a while, so Qian reminded Wan Wan to pay attention to three hundred things.

Lin Xun said impatiently, "It's long-winded."

"!"

He wasn't afraid that this guy would mess something up, and the fire at the city gate would affect him, a fish in the pond.