Cultivation world is responsible for the appearance [Transmigration Book]

An Jinghe was sitting in Xuanyin's arms, the huge black bird spread its wings and flew high in the sky, piercing through the clouds and fog, and flying towards the realm of the demons.

An Jinghe is just a book traveler, and has no connection with this world in essence, but for some reason, there is a strange sense of excitement and anticipation in his heart, the closer he is to the devil world, the stronger the faint sense of belonging in his heart , like a tremor from the soul.

Belonging? !

excited! ?

expect! ?

An Jinghe was surprised by his sudden thought for a moment, what was going on.

"What's the matter?" Xuan Yin sensitively noticed the changes in An Jing and the breath around him, fearing that he would regret it halfway, so he asked nervously.

"It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly felt a little strange," An Jinghe pondered for a while, and decided to tell Xuan Yin the truth. Besides, he felt that Xuan Yin would feel more at ease after hearing this, "I have a very strange feeling that the closer I get to the Demon Realm, The stronger the sense of familiarity and belonging is, but I don’t have the slightest memory of Demon Realm, but I just have that feeling.” What really disturbed An was that the feeling was not physical familiarity, but It seems to come from the depths of the soul, the depths of his soul, not the villain in the original book.

"It's nothing strange," Xuan Yin felt relieved, even a little happy, "You are originally from the blood of my demon royal family, and you have a soul bondage to the territory of the demon realm, and you have just awakened to inherit the bloodline, this feeling will be overwhelmed. Zoom in, and after a while, it will be much lighter."

"That's it..." An Jinghe replied softly.

But it's getting weirder...

The ties that come from the depths of the soul, that should also be the original villain Xuan Yue, his soul comes from another world, and he can't get along with the Demon Realm, where did the ties come from...

A bizarre idea suddenly flashed, An Jinghe had boldly guessed a long time ago that all of this was like a huge conspiracy, and now this idea is clearer.

The fat ball who called himself the system brought him from modern society to this book...but why him?

After coming here, he was supposed to finish the plot of the original novel, but the plot continued to deviate from the track. At first he thought it was the butterfly effect brought about by the book walker, but later on, those so-called "accidents" were more like a series of events beforehand. is set...

It was an opportunity for Jun Yanji to infiltrate into Zongguangzong and get injured. For this reason, he and Luo Junqing left the sect to save Jun Yanji and went to Tianshan to find Qiyelian.

All the things unfolded slowly, the disappearance of the fat ball, the appearance of the snow fox girl Xue Yu, the Tianshan Dream Forest, the Yuantai Palace in the lake, the so-called masters of Chenyuan Valley, Murongjin and Chengyue, the strange little The sacred tree, Lord Yanji appeared again and again, and the past 80 years ago have been entangled to this day...

It seems very messy and disorganized, but An Jinghe always feels that there is a thread connecting them together, but he is not sure, and he can't find a clue from this mess of clues.

An Jinghe even felt that his master Yan Yu was also involved.

There are so many clues, the more reasoning becomes more confusing, An Jing and Yin Yin feel that all these are connected, so where is the connection point?

If his feeling is correct, then who cast the net behind his back, and he can only close the net in one fell swoop when the time is right?

"It's almost there." Xuan Yin gently stroked Pengniao's side, and Pengniao seemed to have sensed it, and immediately speeded up.

An Jinghe was interrupted from thinking, shook his head lightly, and put aside his messy thoughts, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, if there is a conspiracy, and if he is an important part of it, then it will definitely be by his side Leave clues again, let's talk about it at that time, besides, all this is just his guess, maybe he just thought too much, and the matter is not that complicated at all.

Looking down, the reddish-brown dust floating all over the sky seems to be endless. It is the intersection of the three worlds - the endless wasteland, and the Mobei Tianshan Mountain is on the side of the wasteland.

As soon as he arrived here, An Jinghe suddenly thought of Luo Junqing. It should be said that the rapid development of his relationship with Luo Junqing started from getting along here day and night.

They lived and died together, shared adversity, but now, as expected, they have become opposing enemies.

In fact, there is nothing to think about, everything is in his expectation, and everything is going in the direction he wants.

But why, as long as he thinks that one day soon, he will confront Luo Junqing with a sword, he will feel so bored. In the heart.

As long as he thinks, he can obviously avoid it...

avoid?An Jinghe suddenly came to his senses, and felt that he was simply bewildered, and he always liked to think wildly. Isn't the reason why he exists in this world is to facilitate all these and complete the villain's plot?Why should it be avoided?

He must be the villain, Luo Junqing is the protagonist, the protagonist and the villain can only be old enemies, there can be no other relationship, An Jinghe feels that he is getting more and more contradictory, he persuades himself from the bottom of his heart, but at the same time he does not agree with this From my point of view, subconsciously, I feel that I and Luo Junqing should not be like this now, but if they are not like this now, what should they be like?

An Jinghe was a little stunned, and felt that he was simply sick, so he was fooled by a cannonball.He also thought of the night of the heart demon robbery with Luo Junqing, and thought about it carefully, when Luo Junqing entered him, he actually didn't hate it, the resistance was only because of the opponent's overbearing posture.

Oh, it's so annoying, An Jinghe thinks his head is showing off, why are you thinking so much now?It's like being bitten by a dog.

He just needs to go through the plot quietly, and the climax of the whole book will soon be reached. After the battle of godheads, there will be no role for him.By then, all the fog should be lifted.

"Yue'er, we're here." Xuan Yin suddenly uttered a voice, and the high-flying bird turned sharply.

In the open field, stands a towering palace, full of demonic energy.

The blood is lingering, the black and red color almost covers everything, and the plants on the ground are covered with sharp fangs, as if they want to tear everything passing by...

An Jinghe felt a little uncomfortable. He had just awakened his blood, and the aura in his body had not yet been converted into demonic energy, so he was very uncomfortable with the environment of the demon world.

"What's the matter, Yue'er, aren't you used to it?" Xuan Yin put his arms around An Jinghe and jumped off Pengniao, stretched out his hand towards An Jinghe's wrist, looked at An Jinghe hesitantly, "the spiritual power is a little disordered, I have to hurry up The spiritual power turns into magic energy."

"Well, let's do what my brother said." An Jinghe had already made preparations. After the transformation of his spiritual power, he would really be an out-and-out demon.

As soon as the two arrived at the entrance of the Demon Palace, two teams of demons in black knelt down on one knee in unison, "Welcome Your Majesty to return!"

Xuan Yin led An Jinghe and walked straight through. There was a large formation behind the magic palace, and they were going there.

Xuan Yin lightly scratched his finger, and a drop of bright red blood bounced to the center of the formation, like a fuse, the blood-red streamer flowed from around the eyes of the formation, outlining overlapping complex and mysterious formation patterns, formation patterns The links are intertwined, and a majestic demonic energy gushes out.

"Yue'er, go and sit in the middle, don't think about anything, maybe it hurts a little, bear with it." Xuan Yin urged carefully.

"Hmm." An Jinghe walked up to the center of the formation with his demonic energy, and the violent bloody stream flashed across his cheeks, like a sting, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Xuan Yin raised his feet and walked forward, his lips moved slightly, as if he was reciting some ancient and mysterious spell. He stood on the edge of the storm, his clothes were windless, and he gently raised his hand to draw a complicated pattern in the air. As the fingertips slid across the void, wisps of reddish-brown streamers flickered on and off.

Every time Xuan Yin finished drawing a rune, a ray of light flashed from his fingertips into the storm.

A stream of chaotic and criss-crossed lights kept entering the formation, and at some point, it began to become orderly and gradually closed, like a delicate and brilliant silk cocoon, tightly wrapping An Jinghe.

In an instant, An Jinghe only felt that streaks of red light seemed to break through the skin, and penetrated straight into the inside of the body, like raging flames, devouring his whole body at once.

An Jinghe instinctively opened his mouth to breathe out, but felt that his throat was constricted, and he couldn't even make a sound. There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his lips were pale. He could only silently endure the sudden pain on his body.

The blood-colored streamer seemed to speed up the rhythm, raging in, like a tide, spreading all over the limbs and bones in an instant.

I don't know how long it took, the red light surrounding him gradually dissipated, and An Jinghe was relieved from the severe pain, with a strong lingering pain on his body.

An Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to stand up, but her feet suddenly softened, her body shook slightly, her whole body seemed to be exhausted, dripping with sweat, her face was pale, as if she had just performed an extremely tiring strenuous exercise, Xuan Yin's body The shape drifted past, caught An Jinghe, held him in his arms, and comforted him softly, "It's okay, it's okay..."

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It was bone-chilling, and the wind and snow were raging.

Mr. Yanji walked through the corridors and turned into a palace made of ice and snow with ease.

Finally, it stopped outside an impenetrable ice wall.

Gently caressing the chilling ice wall, Mr. Yanji smiled bitterly on his lips, and said softly, his voice was as cynical as ever, "Things are basically developing according to your expectations, and it is fortunately smooth."

After a while, there was a response from the other end of the ice wall. The voice seemed to have merged with the ice and snow, cold to the bone, as cold as frost, "I see..."