[Quick Transmigration] I just want to go through the plot quietly

With his great ability during the fusion stage, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to show his clues, basically no one will see his true identity.Ordered a pure black golden moon silk robe, changed into a more imposing robe, and went to the Tianji Tower to smash a bunch of news about the magic cultivator forces and powerful powers. Luo Jiugong left the spirit stone in satisfaction and was ready to leave.

Although he could teleport directly, in order not to disturb the particularly bad-tempered city lord in the novel and provoke an enemy for himself, he still chose to obediently walk to the door before talking.

But to be honest, walking on the road where a group of monks get together is also a good experience, especially when he came to practice last time, he played the role of a man who was just at the early stage of Golden Core. The cannon fodder on the road has never seen such a chance for a golden elixir, a nascent soul for a while, and a distraction stage power for a while. interest.

Unexpectedly, just as I was walking, I suddenly heard someone gnashing their teeth and shouting in a low voice:

"I told you to talk!"

"Snapped!"

As the whip broke through the air and the sound of broken flesh and blood came from the direction, Luo Jiugong discovered that this place turned out to be a stall for buying and selling slaves.

This kind of stall is usually run by demon cultivators, and the products sold there are basically low-level demon cultivators.Taoist cultivators and Buddhist cultivators are most reluctant to get involved in this kind of karma. Because of the small number of demon cultivators and meditation cultivators, they basically hug each other tightly.It is only when the threshold of demonic cultivators is low, the number of low-level demonic cultivators is flooded, and they follow their desires and act recklessly, they will do this kind of thing.

In the open space in front of the stall, an adult man who looked about 27 or [-] years old was kneeling with his hands tied behind his back, his head drooping, his back straight, and his long, curly black hair messily scattered, covering his expression.His upper body was naked, revealing strong muscles and bloodstains. Although his lower body was wearing a pair of trousers, it had already been shattered and disfigured by the marks of whips, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

Luo Jiugong admired this person a little bit.

To be able to remain silent and not even tremble under the whip that claims to be beaten with soul-shattering pain, if this person is not a fool who doesn't know pain, then he is a warrior with astonishingly strong willpower.Although looking at the realm, it is just a little demon cultivator in the devouring stage who doesn't even have a magic baby, but with this firm heart alone, it can be said that it is very difficult for a demon cultivator who advances extremely fast.

On the one hand, he was moved with compassion, and on the other hand, according to the high-cold personality who can't speak more than ten words a month in daily life, he just needs a helper who can take care of him and convey information.Based on the idea of ​​using it if it works well, and throwing it away if it doesn't work well, Luo Jiugong walked up slowly and said coldly, "The price."

The stall owner who was holding the whip was a demon cultivator in the infant stage of magic. Hearing this, he felt a burst of coldness piercing his bones, and suddenly lost the strength to move.A simple sentence restrained himself, knowing that he had met a powerful man, he quickly said with a pale face, "One hundred low-grade spirit stones are enough, and you can choose the sixteen slaves as you like."

Luo Jiugong didn't dare to take his own money even if he could afford it. With a thought, he left enough spirit stones, and in the next moment, he and that slave appeared at the gate of the city.

As if knowing that he was not easy to mess with, the slave didn't say a word, lowered his head, and quietly followed him out of the city without even struggling.

I thought it was a stubborn one before, but I didn't expect it to be quite knowledgeable.

Satisfied, he took him to teleport to the cave that the original owner had found during his travels, and took out a magic repair jade slip and two fragrant Guiyuan pills from the space, and wrapped them in the real essence disguised as magic power. In front of him, she returned to her original face, looking at him darkly and indifferently.

The slave suddenly saw these three things in front of him, raised his head abruptly, and looked warily at the man standing ten steps away who was theoretically his master with wolf-like eyes, as if he was evaluating his purpose.

Luo Jiugong looked back indifferently, his light-colored thin lips slightly opened and closed, and said in a voice as cold as frost and snow that would not melt for thousands of years, "Take it."

As if being punched in a circle on the front, the slave shook suddenly, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of pitch-black demonic blood.

Even though he felt his strength from the front, the ferociousness and wildness in the slave's eyes still hadn't withdrawn. There was no expression at all on the tough marble-like face, only the deep line on the lower lip was still oozing out. The bloody tooth marks are particularly eye-catching.

...Why is this person even colder than my character design?

Muttering depressingly in his heart, Luo Jiugong released a little coercion. Seeing that the other party knelt down on one knee because he couldn't hold on, he continued, "Name."

The slave held his breath and gritted his teeth so that he would not lie on the ground directly. Because of too much force, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Blood...ten...one." The three short words seemed to be grinded out from between his lips and teeth with great difficulty.

Satisfied with taking back the coercion, Luo Jiugong looked down at him from top to bottom, so cold that he didn't seem to be asking for his opinion at all and said, "Follow me."

Moxiu has always respected the strong, and the pressure on his body dropped suddenly. Blood Eleven took a hard breath, and without getting up, he raised his head and looked directly into his eyes, burning with desire for power, and said stiffly, "I I will surpass you in the future."

Seeing his attitude of surrender, Luo Jiugong doesn't care if he surpasses or not. When he surpasses, this body will probably be dead for thousands of years, and it will not hinder him at all.

Leaving behind this future assistant who was still a bud, he shook his sleeves and left.

Although the power hasn't grown yet, it's time to meet those demon cultivators.

230 two years later.

Standing with his hands behind his back in the empty demon master's hall, listening to the blood eleven pair behind him the report on the liquidation of the last batch of demon cultivators that did not belong to him, Luo Jiugong, who had completed the task of recovering the demon cultivators nearly 300 years ahead of schedule, rarely expressed the chill in his voice Fang was a little less, and said with relief, "Very good."

Compared with when we first met, Blood Eleven is much more restrained now, carrying a blood-colored long knife on his back, kneeling on one knee on the pitch-black magic marble with his back straight, his pitch-black pupils staring straight at him disrespectfully. That powerful figure who has followed for so many years suppressed the joy of being praised deep in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Does the lord want to come to present the flag in person?"

After finally having free time to go to Weifu to meet the reincarnation of Shen Yuanbai, why would Luo Jiugong do such insignificant things?Immediately said, "I'm leaving for a while."

Xue Shiyi, who was kneeling on the ground, was taken aback for a moment, and asked subconsciously, "When will the lord return?"

"200 years." Leaving these three words behind, Luo Jiugong had already left his demon realm with a thought.

Looking at the figure that suddenly disappeared, Xue Shiyi, who was left alone, gradually tightened his right hand on his knee, and his wolf-like eyes stared unwillingly at the place where the man was standing, wondering what he was thinking.

On the other side, Luo Jiugong changed into a tattered beggar's clothes, and turned his shiny black hair into... Short hair is too unsuitable for the aesthetics of this era, it should be big waves.He took off the spiritual weapon that concealed his true energy, and replaced it with his own face. According to the progress of the plot at this time in the novel, he leaned crookedly next to a huge tree root, holding a jug of high-grade spiritual wine to drink He took a sip, pretended to be drunk, and began to wait and see.