Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

The little girl was slightly taken aback.

The wind lingering in her ears turned into a sharp cry, like the cry of a whale sinking to the bottom of the sea. She was a little too late to react, and saw the back of Ji Zhaixing turning around.The waist was tied in a weak arc, and the black hair poured down like ink, like an ink painting that had been stretched and toned down.

Such a good-looking figure.

But without any hesitation, he threw himself into the extremely treacherous broken Xumi.

"Ji, Senior Brother Ji!" The little girl's voice was full of sadness.

But no one answered her.

The other monks were also in shock and hadn't come back to their senses.

Ji Zhaixing is indeed strong, and the sword frightens the Quartet.Given time, he will surely become a powerful leader in the cultivation world, and even become the only Nascent Soul True Monarch in this world who has soared for thousands of years.

But so what?

Now he is just Jindan.

If Ji Zhaixing becomes a Nascent Soul, this secret realm above the sky level may be his opportunity.

But he went in with the golden core cultivation... You know, monsters are stronger than people of the same level, even if Ji Jiexing has already occupied the peak cultivation base in this small world, I am afraid that he will also become a secret realm monster or even a elixir Spiritual nourishment——

But he just went.

Know that it can't be done.

The sea is calm and green.The entrance to the secret realm was still flickering, and all the cultivators were silent.

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The aura around him was as thick as a ball of water, squeezing Ji Zhaixing left and right.Hanging on the skirt of the clothes, a few points of rich spiritual energy poured in during the breath.

Although the rich aura in the secret realm is indeed better than the outside world, in this world, not to mention the small world where Ji Jiexing lives in which is lacking in aura, even when he was in the Dark Spirit Sword Sect, he had never felt such a thing. Abundant aura.

Just entering this secret realm, I am afraid that there is no need to snatch the secret treasure, even if I sit on the ground and practice immediately, I am afraid that I can enter the realm quickly, from practicing Qi to Jindan is just around the corner.

Ji Zhaixing lowered his eyes slightly, his expression was calm, and he felt relieved.

Most of the disciples of Yu Shuizong are alert. Even if they lost their minds in surprise before such a vision, they would react quickly and treat this completely different secret realm with caution.

At the beginning, several Jindan monks formed a seal for them outside, and the designated exit of the secret realm was completely confused and disappeared everywhere.

It was only half an hour since Ji Zhaixing entered this secret realm, and he had already seen several rare and rare treasures.

In the strange dense forest, the fragrance of flower dew.Those thousand-year-old, or even ten-thousand-year-old spiritual grasses grew randomly around, as if they were nothing more than ordinary weeds.

The thousand-year-old "Huagucao", the rarest panacea "Hui Ling", and the main material of the top-quality defensive robes, "Pusi Mulberry", are crowded together at a glance.

There is also the "bizhuguo", which is a great supplement for monsters, with century-old leaves, thousand-year flowers, and ten-year-old fruits, which have almost formed overlapping clusters that are plump and rosy, and the branches are sinking under the weight.

They grow randomly on the branches, and no one picks them. If Danxiu and Yaoxiu get in here, their eyes will probably fall off.

Ji Zhaoxing noticed something.There are many spiritual herbs in it, at least in the lower three thousand small worlds he lives in, they are unique.

He only recognized these herbs nine out of ten by relying on the classics he had seen in the Cangdian Pavilion of the Dark Spirit Sword Sect.

Ji Jiexing secretly had some guesses in his mind.

Along the way, Ji Zhuixing also took some elixir.

He entered the secret realm to save people, so naturally he didn't collect these elixir like Taotie.Instead, they only used spiritual herbs with mild medicinal properties, which can detoxify, stop bleeding, promote muscle growth, and nourish the spirit, in case of emergencies.

The deeper the dense forest, the denser it became, forcing Ji Jiexing to cut off the branches and leaves with a sword before moving forward.

Suddenly there was fog.

The mist was extremely cold, and when it fell on Ji Zhuixing's black hair, it condensed into frost, like a layer of translucent gauze.His dark eyelashes and thin shoulders were all stained with a bit of silvery white, like frost or snow.

Ji Zhaixing only wore two layers of robes, his delicate and soft wrists were frozen pale, and the blue meridians were dormant under the snow-like muscles and bones.

Ji Zhaixing is like walking in the snow.

He obviously should be extremely cold, but he didn't seem to notice it at all, he let the mist turn into ice and penetrate his clothes, and he didn't need to use real energy to block it, just brushing away one or two.

The footsteps gradually became sluggish.

As if for such an instant, Ji Zhaixing staggered slightly.He took the sword to support his body, but it was useless. He fell backwards suddenly, leaning against the root of the thick old tree, his face was pale, and the heat from his body was constantly draining.

He was so cold that he could hardly open his eyes, bit his lips slightly, and his bright red lips became even more gorgeous from the biting.

The white mist was heavier, and the snow-like icicles on Ji Zhuixing's body were piled deeper.

A group of strange demon spirits floating like a spirit protruded out of the white mist, and approached quietly in its eyes, full of fresh flesh and blood, very tempting his monk.

The white mist that could hardly gather into a fixed shape slightly opened a black gap - that was its "mouth". Just as it was about to swallow the monk with closed eyes, the black-haired monk suddenly opened his eyes.

At that moment, Ji Zhuixing's black eyes were extremely bright, as if all the stars in the sky had fallen into his eyes, extremely clear and calm.

The sword in his hand was also drawn out very quickly, stabbing at the demon spirit who opened his mouth to him, turned around slightly, and cut a huge wound in the demon spirit's mouth; Entering the true essence, stabbing the sword desperately, a beautiful face was cold and calm, killing the demon spirit so thoroughly that he couldn't die more thoroughly, and then pulled out the sword.

By the way, cut out the inner alchemy of the demon spirit.

The inner alchemy was as big as half a palm, and it was covered with cloudy white mist. It was very complete, and it could almost correspond to the high-level cultivation of the golden alchemy of a monk.

Jin Dan walked everywhere, and it really wasn't an exaggeration.

Ji Jiexing paused for a while, then put the inner alchemy into the Xumi ring.

It was also at this moment that suddenly there was the sound of rustling footsteps and conversations, drifting faintly from the distance of the mist.

"Brother, I saw that mirage coming here—"

"Sniffing Spirit Beast is so excited, I almost can't control him. I'm afraid there is not only the mirage, but also a big monster hidden in it, so don't rush forward."

"Hey," the young man who had previously shouted that the mirage was here laughed sarcastically, "Fang You, you are not good at learning and can't control the monsters under your seat. What big monsters are you talking about? This is just on the edge of the spiritual realm. "

"Fang Jian, are you looking for a beating?"

The two became even more angry, almost fighting.The brother who was probably the leader said with a headache, "Stop arguing, I'll go and have a look."

Ji Zhaixing listened to the corner of the wall for a while, and found that the monk was approaching, closed his eyes slightly, put the corpse of the demon spirit into the Xumi ring, and leaned softly on the root of the tree, closing his eyes and half leaning.His cheeks were pale, and he half-pressed his waist and abdomen, no longer hiding his breath.

When the mirage arrived, the mist it brought was so great that Lu Dengming couldn't see clearly what was in front of him for a while, and could only vaguely see a monk in white leaning against the ancient tree in the distance.

Although he knew that in the borderlands, it is unlikely that there will be monsters that can transform into human form, and the mirage's magic eye technique can't hide it from him, but Lu Dengming was also very cautious, took off the magic weapon in his hand, and slowly approached the person ——

The frail-looking monk let out a suppressed cough.

He seemed to have tried his best to restrain himself, the voice was swallowed by his lips, teeth and chest, but there was still a bit of embarrassment.

The voice of the cultivator in white should be extremely pleasant. Under such suppression, it can even appear a kind of cool and pleasant.

The monk seemed to have spotted him.

He raised his head slightly, took a look at Lu Dengming, then stood up staggeringly, supported his body with the sword, and half-pressed the abdominal wound with great difficulty.

The white-clothed monk was silent for a moment, his voice was gentle and appropriately distant: "I don't know if this is a hunting site for fellow daoists, so I'll leave now."

He didn't seem to ask for help at all, he seemed gentle and polite, but in fact he was vigilant and very strong.

Under the cover of fog, Lu Dengming couldn't see Ji Zhaoxing's face clearly, but he only felt that the monk's staggering figure and cold voice softened his temper all of a sudden.The vigilance was put down for some reason, and he said in a gentle voice, "What's the problem? I saw fellow Taoist... seems to be injured?"

Ji Zhaixing was slightly silent, still very reticent: "Injured by the mirage."

"That mirage was chased away by us." Lu Dengming was full of guilt, and when he was about to speak, his juniors couldn't wait to come over.

Fang Jian was only eighteen years old and had an outgoing personality. When he saw Ji Jiexing, he asked: "Which sect are you a disciple of? Why are you alone in this spiritual realm? This is not an ordinary secret realm. If you act on your own, be careful not to fall into this realm." in."

He spoke freely, and approached slightly, trying to see the monk's face clearly in the monster mist, but he kept saying, "Huh? I see you are only at the early stage of Golden Core cultivation, how did you get into the spiritual realm—" —”

Lu Dengming interrupted him: "Brother Jian, speak carefully!"

"I got separated from my classmates." Ji Jiexing only explained briefly, but the unfinished meaning of depression seemed to reveal more information.

In fact, Ji Zhaoxing admired Fang Jian's talkative monk very much.

The more he talked, the more information he could get, which also verified Ji Jiexing's guess.This is really not an ordinary secret realm, but the situation recorded in the ancient scrolls. The "spiritual domain" and the realm of the secret realm overlapped together. They entered the most dangerous and dangerous place in the upper world through an entrance reflected in the lower three thousand small world The "spiritual domain" that is most valued by practitioners.

It's no wonder that the level of this secret realm is so high, because it shouldn't have appeared in a small world where spiritual power is scarce.

Fang Jian was attacked by his usually prudent senior brother, so he curled his lips and dared not speak.

However, Senior Brother Lu said in a gentle tone in a blink of an eye: "In this spiritual realm, it's really dangerous to act alone. You might as well go forward with us, fellow Taoist, until we find our fellow disciples."

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Ji Zhuixing would misunderstand, so he added warmly: "Fellow Daoist, don't worry about us having other plans. Mr. Lu was born in the Dark Spirit Sword Sect, and he will never use those indiscriminate methods."

Dark Spirit Sword Sect, a giant sect that would make all the monks tremble if it was moved out of the upper world, the leader of the righteous way, the leader of the Taoist cultivators.The disciples from the Dark Spirit Sword Sect are all the proud sons of noble backgrounds, and when they move out, they are a living signboard, which makes people trust like a guiding light in this dangerous secret place.

Ji Zhaixing, who doesn't quite trust him: "..."