Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Although Ji Jiexing used the Concealment Technique, his face was still his own, with fair and soft skin, and Yanli's red color immediately surfaced after being pinched like this.

He looked at Tang Huaimeng expressionlessly.

Lu Dengming clenched his palms slightly, holding back his anger, and stood sideways between Tang Huaimeng and Ji Zhaixing, without any smile on his face: "Senior Tang, what are you doing?"

Tang Huai's dream is like a dream before he wakes up.

He let go of the hand that was clamping Ji Zhaixing's cheek, and the soft touch seemed to still be left in his fingertips.

"I'm sorry." Tang Huaimeng, who was born in such an aristocratic family and full of arrogance, sometimes seemed to feel guilty.His eyes swept over the ordinary face of the black-haired monk in front of him again, and fell on the blush at the corner of his eyes, and his tone was unknown and leisurely: "Your name is very good."

very good?

Those cultivators thought to themselves, "Ji Xing" sounds very ordinary, could it be the unknown Dao name of some great immortal?

Ji Zhaixing nodded slightly, without making a sound, and took a step back against the bright red marks that had been squeezed out, obediently like a kitten that could be overturned by anyone, without scratching anyone.

Tang Huaimeng roughly "checked" Ji Zhaixing, and after finding nothing abnormal, he stopped paying attention.He sat on the side, with his wide sleeves flicking, his expression as cold as ice, and he started to practice with his eyes closed.

Only those who are familiar with him can tell from Tang Huaimeng's slightly furrowed eyebrows how upset he is now.

Lu Dengming was still full of concern about what Senior Tang did before, so he stayed a step in front of Ji Jiexing calmly.

Their respective reactions fell into Yunliu's eyes.Yun Liu pursed his lips and smiled, as if he thought the scene in front of him was very interesting, so he didn't say anything, so he found a place to rest for a while.Then start planning the path they will take in the future.

The edge of the spiritual domain has been explored and found out, and the secret gap where the exit is located has not been seen. If you want to leave, you can only explore inside.

Now they have the highest cultivation, Tang Huaimeng half-step out of the body, and Yunliu Yuanying is at the peak.Most of the other disciples are Jindan cultivators, and it is obviously a bit risky to rashly face the Nascent Soul stage monsters that may appear in the upper spirit realm - but they are disciples of the Dark Spirit Sect. In other words, each has a hole card, so they won't panic at this time.

The route planned by Yunliu coincides with Ji Jiexing's thoughts.

The black-haired swordsman lowered his eyes slightly, remembering the topographical map he had drawn in his heart, and making slight revisions to the places he had personally walked through, and the surrounding scene of the spiritual domain has emerged in his mind, and every landform has been perfectly reproduced.

The timing of leaving can be postponed a little later——Ji Zhuixing thought about it, and suddenly raised his head.

The extremely subtle sounds of struggling, begging and insulting sounded like a thin string.

Ji Zhaoxing got up slightly, and the white brocade slid down.His expression was still the same, but the condensation in his pupils was concealed under the dark eyelashes.

At the same time, Tang Huaimeng, who was practicing with his eyes closed, seemed to have noticed something, but he heard the scolding sound more sad and desperate, and contained strong resentment.

At this time, the sun and the moon were changing, and the bright moonlight fell on the ground. Yunliu got up, his handsome face looked a little pale under the moonlight: "What did you hear?"

A disciple probed carefully with his spiritual sense, and said: "Someone called for help, could it be that they were injured by a monster?"

"That's not the case." Yun Liu reserved his meaning.

But now that he heard it, Dazong, who is the leader of the righteous way in the cultivation world like Dark Spirit Sword Sect, will naturally not sit idly by.Yunliu said, "I'll go check it out."

As soon as he made a move, Ji Zhuixing also stood up.

The black-haired swordsman looks ordinary, but his cheeks look particularly white and greasy under the moonlight, like a pampered son of an aristocratic family, born with a kind of "good."

He looked at Yunliu, and said in a very soft voice: "Together."

Yun Liu originally wanted to refuse, but when he bumped into Ji Zhuixing's dark eyes, he found that those eyes were extremely clear, so he changed his sentence somehow: "Follow me closely."

Those disciples of the Ming Ling lineage who followed Yunliu had never seen Ji Zhaixing draw out his sword, so when he followed, he thought he was an ordinary monk.

But I didn't expect that when this monk came, he not only attracted the attention of Senior Tang, but also in front of Senior Yun, relying on Senior Yun's good temper, he would approach him in every possible way.

As expected, he was from a small sect, so he was really scheming.

Lu Dengming naturally followed Ji Zhaoxing, and immediately said: "I will follow—"

"You stay here," Tang Huaimeng said coldly, "I'll go."

"..."

The disciples of the Dark Spirit Sect suddenly sensed that a storm was about to come.

Although Lu Dengming is the direct heir of the Dark Soul Sect Master and a candidate for the next Sect Master, he does treat his elders with great respect.Therefore, in the sect, he has an excellent reputation and can be regarded as the leader of young disciples.

But facing Tang Huaimeng's words at this time, his expression was indifferent and he did not back down.

"Senior Tang, I'm afraid it won't work." Lu Dengming's words were gentle, but anyone could smell the gunpowder in them.

The rest of the disciples held their breath slightly, and even the Fang brothers who had a good relationship with Lu Dengming couldn't help but tugged at Senior Brother Lu's sleeve, signaling that he shouldn't contradict Senior Tang like this.

Yun Liu blinked slightly, his gentle tone broke the embarrassment.

"It's better to go together." Yunliu said, "It's not a big deal."

He also explained to the remaining disciples with higher cultivation bases to guard, just to resolve the embarrassing and tit-for-tat situation at this time.

The four of them walked fast, followed the sound and approached it, and soon saw the source of the cry——

The monk's curses were very vicious, full of resentment like a dying ghost, but I'm afraid no one would have the leisure to accuse them of using vulgar words, after all, the scene in front of them is really unbearable.

The area around here was originally the hunting ground of Chunmingmen.

Several disciples dressed in light-colored sect uniforms were smiling and restraining the two crying and struggling men, preparing to use them as a furnace.

And those two monks had probably been scolding for a long time, their eyes were weeping blood, apart from the humiliation of wanting to hang themselves, their eyes were full of hatred, and they were mad as if they were possessed by a demon.

Chunming Sect is also a major sect in the Upper Realm, and it can even be said to be one of the sects with the largest number of disciples, but its reputation is not very good - it is like a joke to mention it with such a major sect as the Dark Spirit Sword Sect.

The core secret technique of their sect is the joyous joy technique, which was once reduced to the sect of demon cultivators. That is to say, their current sect is the main force to turn the tide and form a Taoist partner with the ancestor of distracted gods. One of the bulk.

The Chunming Sect doesn't have much requirements for the qualifications of the disciples, and the cultivation is relatively easy, so the establishment of Guangshou Sect members is very fast.

Most of the sects that have risen like this, such as the Dark Spirit Sword Sect, are really famous for their strength in the cultivation world, and most of them look down on them.

But even if they look down on them, the Chunming Sect is not a demon cultivator, and it would be too much to plunder others to use it as a cauldron. You must know that those who can enter the spiritual realm are all disciples of the sect with names and surnames.It is one thing to compete with each other, but if there is a deadly enmity, it is the sects fighting each other.

Yun Liu also came here for this reason. Seeing that the people from the Chunming Sect didn't respond, he made a little movement again.

Those Chunming Sect disciples were in high spirits, and belatedly realized that someone was coming, so they hastily packed up and looked back—then they ran into a group of monks, who seemed to be dressed as Dark Spirit Sword Sect, and pulled the root of the sword under them. They were all frightened.

A moment of embarrassment and embarrassment.

Fang Qichun, the elder brother they were leading, had very good eyesight, and recognized that this was not an ordinary disciple of the Dark Spirit Sword Sect, but a person who caused a bloodbath in the cultivation world, and immediately saluted them very respectfully.

So Yunliu responded to him.

Ji Zhaixing stood a step behind, staring at the two bullied monks with a cold expression.

It actually collided with the vague guess in his heart.

It's not a disciple of Yu Shuizong, but it's really a monk in their small world.One is the remaining foundation-building disciple of Jinghua Dao, and the other is a member of Bu Mengzong, who has eighth-level qi training.

Ji Zhaixing still remembered their faces.

These two monks fell into this spiritual realm, fortunately they were not eaten by monsters, but they fell into the hands of fellow Taoist cultivators and suffered all kinds of humiliation.

Just thinking that most of his juniors would be treated like this if they were bumped into, Ji Zhaixing's slightly drooping eyes showed an uncontrollable killing intent.

Although embarrassing, when Yunliu lowered his eyes to identify, he also recognized that the two monks were definitely not disciples who were selected into the spiritual realm—it was because their cultivation base was too low, and appearing in the spiritual realm itself was like It's a ridiculous joke.

And the Chunming Sect probably didn't have enough resources, and would waste the extremely precious quota on the two furnace cauldrons.

The exploration in Yunliu's eyes was too obvious, Fang Qichun didn't hide it, and said generously: "These two people came from the Three Thousand Worlds—by accident, I don't know why they changed from entering the secret realm to entering the spiritual realm by mistake. .”

In the eyes of these Golden Core cultivators, qi training disciples are like ordinary people, but they are just ants and can grind at will.As for the qi training disciples in the lower world, they don't even need to worry about the wealth behind the other party.

The two monks had been given the shut-mouth technique earlier, and they couldn't speak at this time, but their eyes were full of fire.

Probably because they were afraid that the Dark Spirit Sword Sect would think him too cruel, Fang Qichun immediately explained: "People like them can't survive in the spiritual realm. I decided to take them in and keep them safe. Life. Who would have thought that these two people were not greedy enough, they actually took a fancy to the spiritual things we took and wanted to steal them away, and I was so angry that I took them in as slaves, all as a way to vent."

What he said was very upright and awe-inspiring.

Yun Liu also seemed to believe his words, and said with a smile: "Then don't bother me."

It's just a few ants in the lower realm, even if they die, there is no hindrance.

All the good intentions left by Yun are for "fellow practitioners", and when he finds out that they are not of the same kind, he will not waste his mind any more.

Even if you think about it for a while, it becomes clear that two disciples who inadvertently broke into the spiritual domain and whose highest cultivation level is no more than foundation establishment, how could they have the courage to steal secret treasures from a group of Golden Core cultivators? In the spiritual domain, he was close to death, and he still had to avoid the revenge of Jindan, so there was no way he could escape.

The resentment in the eyes of those two disciples was almost irreversible.

What they thought was that even if they turned into ghosts and could never be reborn, it would be better than being slandered and tortured here.

Yun Liudu had already said goodbye, but at this time, the black-haired swordsman who was one step behind him, almost disappearing into the shadow, suddenly took a step forward and looked at Fang Qichun, with a very reserved and gentle expression on his lips. smile.

"I don't know you, can you give me these two?" Ji Jiexing said, "I'm a little interested."

Fang Qichun looked at the disciple who stood up - he was behind others before, so it was difficult to observe, Fang Qichun was not sure who he was.But as soon as he walked out like this, he could easily find the difference between his clothes and those of the dark spirit disciples next to him.

This is not from Jianzong.

That person's appearance was not even satisfactory, but rather ugly.Looking at the five sense organs separately, they are all upright and elegant, but when put together, they are as tasteless as boiled water.

But the figure was born in excellent shape.

Those black pupils and crow's wing-like eyelashes seemed to have some magical power, making people unable to move their eyes away after staring at them, as if it was a very, very charming face.

Fang Qichun is used to beauties, and doesn't like to see ugly ones, but as soon as Ji Zaixing came out, it seemed as if he had broken his spell.

His eyes were originally handsome, but they were very cloudy due to the year-round luster in them, and he even squinted, looking at him carefully.

It's a pity, even if the life in front of me is more colorful...

Although he recognized that this was not a disciple of the Dark Spirit Sword Sect, but since he was side by side with people like Yunliu, Tang Huaimeng and the first disciple of the suzerain, it was difficult for him to do it.Fang Qichun quickly dismissed the idea: "Fellow Daoist, you are joking, how can you send two stoves with dirty hands and feet to the dirty eyes."

Ji Zhaixing still had that gentle look: "Then I must?"

He also didn't ask for anything in exchange, without any sincerity, it seemed like a robbery.

Fang Qichun's smile became slightly colder.

"Fellow Daoist seems to be a little... bullying."

When Lu Dengming heard that Ji Zhuixing was begging for the two monks, he was also slightly shocked, with complicated thoughts in his heart.All of a sudden, I thought of is it possible that Fellow Daoist Ji also has thoughts on these crooked techniques?

But if this is the case, what is the use of asking for two low-level furnaces, it is better...

Lu Dengming's face was red and white, but he only heard Master Tang sneer next to him, and he immediately realized that he was a little ashamed.

Fellow Daoist Ji just wanted to save those two monks, how could he think of that place.

Fang Qichun knew about Tang Huaimeng, and also knew that he acted sternly.With such a sneer, Tang Huaimeng immediately thought that Tang Huaimeng was mocking the black-haired swordsman for his lack of propriety and reckless behavior, thinking that he could treat him so loudly because of the face of the Dark Spirit Sword Sect.

Just when he was about to show his generosity and didn't care, he heard Tang Huaimeng say lazily: "If you like to grab it, why bother?"

Just this one word really didn't save any face, which made Fang Qichun blush.

It seemed like it took him a while to recover, knowing that Tang Huaimeng would not be able to offend him, yet he was able to put on a false smile: "Senior Tang was joking, so I just gave it away as a gift."

Said Fang Qichun turned sideways, completely exposing the two monks.

For these two disciples, it was not a good leap to switch from one devout cultivator to another.

Because of the sealing technique, the tongue was almost rotten, and the mouth was full of bloody smell. When the cool wind poured in, it felt like a knife blade had cut the tongue delicately, which was extremely painful.Their pupils were also bloodshot, and they stared at the black-haired monk approaching them like this, as if they wanted to keep the other person's face in their eyes forever, so that they should not forget this blood feud even in the next life.

Ji Zhaixing walked over step by step.

His eyes did not fall on the exposed wounds of the two monks, but he leaned slightly, put his hands on the chains that bound them, and exerted light force.

"Click" a small sound.

The chains shattered.

Ji Zhaixing still had that indifferent look, with a tinge of fickle redness in the corners of his eyes.

"Get up and go by yourself."

·

Fang Qichun felt that it was extremely cold tonight.

The disturbing backtracking night has not yet come, but the surrounding is extremely silent.Not only the noisy monsters, but even the chirping insects could not be heard at all.

The other disciples were all sent by him to guard the edge of the formation, while he was a little anxious, pacing by the spiritual fire.

Something dripped from the sky, a viscous, warm drop.

Fang Qichun suddenly felt a little dizzy, he raised his head, but saw a familiar face, it was that humble ant from the lower world, squatting on a tree branch, the scimitar in his hand was exposed, and the blade was condensing drop after drop. Blood fell on his face.

The man's eyes were extremely bright even in the dark, and he smiled slightly, like a monster who wanted to swallow the skin and bones of people.

……

This is the most difficult time for Qi Baifan in the past ten years.

From the secret place where they were supposed to go, they came to a mysterious and unpredictable place. Although ten of them were all in one place and tried their best to be careful, two of their fellow disciples died under the claws of the golden core monster.

After surviving with difficulty, they bumped into the monks of the Chunming Sect again, and regarded those monks as seniors who could ask for help, and the kindness of the other party made these disciples from the small world flattered and worshiped.

They thought they had nothing for this group of true kings to use, so they entrusted them with all their trust, but they didn't know that the other party just regarded them as ants and pigs. Watching them struggle to survive, they found it very interesting and laughed happily.

Qi Baishan was driven into the magic cave to get medicine, he thought he should die there.

But not only did he not die, he also inherited the inheritance of a god-distracting demon cultivator, and borrowed the abundant spiritual energy in the secret realm to break through the golden elixir in one fell swoop.

He became a magician.

The one who had the same luck as him was that Yong Lianyin, who was forced to fall off the bottomless cliff, became a cripple, and found the elixir to save his life, and even got a half-grade celestial weapon as his natal magic weapon.

They ran into each other by accident, and they had very similar ideas—to take revenge.

Must take revenge.

All the prudence and caution turned into disappointment when I saw those people throwing themselves into the trap without thinking.The cultivation level of this group of "great powers" they once looked up to is indeed extremely high, but their use is not as good as these two disciples who have just formed alchemy.

Only that Fang Qichun was more difficult to deal with.

Qi Baifan killed the last Chunming Sect disciple, and he almost lost half his life.The limp corpse was in his hands, the neck was crooked, and there was still disbelief in his eyes—the ants they looked down upon had turned out to be the ghosts who wanted their lives.

Qi Baishan dug out his golden elixir and took it, and then sucked up the essence and blood—the flesh and blood of the corpse quickly melted, and turned into a piece of dry skin covering the bones. Just throw it on the ground.

His true essence was abundant again.

Yong Lianyin is back.

The scimitar in his hand was still firmly pressed against Fang Qichun's lifeline whose limbs had been broken, and he frowned slightly when he saw the mummies all over the ground, but he never expressed any opinion on Qi Baishan's actions.

After all, it was hard enough to survive.

Qi Baishan glanced at the things in Yong Lianyin's hands, and said in a very cold tone, "Why don't you kill him? Or let me do it?"

"No." Yong Lianyin said, "He said that among the disciples who were with us, there were some still alive...he gave them to monks from other sects."

"He marked them and was able to lead us to them."

The two alive... might be Yu Shuizong disciples.

Even other monks have special meanings to Qi Baishan and Yong Lianyin.

There was still scarlet mucus on Qi Baishan's fair face, he leaned over slightly, his pupils were a little red: "Are you lying?"

Fang Qichun trembled slightly, and he said hoarsely and uncontrollably: "I didn't lie. They are alive, and I can find them."

In Qi Baifan's mind, the images of these disciples from the great sects of the upper realm have been replaced by monks from the Chunming sect. They are all trash with no cultivation, and they are the same beasts and scum, so it doesn't matter if they kill a few more.

"Lead the way." Qi Baifan said.

Under the hatred, he didn't bother to say a word, and he also missed the luck of the fear in Fang Qichun's eyes.

As long as Qi Baishan asks one more question about his purpose, I'm afraid it will be a doomed situation.

They probably don't know the gap between Dark Spirit Sword Sect and Chunming Sect at all. With such arrogance, he will definitely let these ants die under the sword of Dark Spirit Sword Sect.

·

Ji Zhaixing's third farewell was rejected.

He still had a normal look on his face, he didn't make a sound, very quiet.His eyes were occasionally downcast, as if he was thinking about something.

Lu Dengming was also full of worries, looking at Fellow Daoist Ji's side cheeks illuminated by the flames, it was as if his soul had been captivated.

At this time, the two of them had already changed into clean clothes, and the wounds on their bodies were covered with medicine, which was tightly covered.They didn't stay with the disciples of the Dark Spirit Sword Sect, but curled up in a corner without saying a word.

In fact, these two disciples did not expect that the black-haired monk wanted them to come, but he did not do anything out of the ordinary.

He didn't even put chains on them specifically, as if he didn't care whether they escaped or not.

The black-haired cultivator seems to remember even the trivial matter of eating spiritual food for Qi training and foundation building. He went to pick the spiritual fruit, and captured a monster that has not yet developed spiritual intelligence. He cut out the soft belly meat and roasted it. The soft and rich cooked food was distributed to the two of them.

Those disciples of the Dark Spirit Sect didn't have any objection to Ji Xing's going out and brought two outsiders back, but they had a lot of opinions on Ji Xing's barbecue.

The disciples of the Dark Spirit Sect, who knew that they had formed alchemy and didn't have to worry about being hungry, smelled the aroma of barbecue, and their mouths kept secreting liquid.

It's really strange, why is it so fragrant...

The two monks still hated and feared, but when they smelled the scent—it was impossible for Chunmingmen to give them food, they couldn't stand it after a while, and ate up the piece of roast meat and spiritual fruit .

He couldn't help but hiccupped, and the taste of thick fat that melted in his mouth remained in his mouth.

The two monks felt very humiliated.

Seeing Ji Jiexing getting along with them from afar, Yun Liu smiled slightly.Slowly said to the people beside him: "That fellow Taoist is very kind, but it's just a waste of energy."

Tang Huaimeng used to respectfully call him senior brother, but after that incident, the two of them really hadn't spoken for a long time.At this time Tang Huaimeng sneered: "It's not your turn to take care of that."

The atmosphere condensed down.

With his eyes downcast, Yun Liu quietly stirred the flames without making a sound.He raised his head suddenly and said, "It's so heavy...the smell."

·

Yong Lianyin broke every bone in Fang Qichun's body, and Qi Baishan tore off his tongue and blinded one of his eyes.Even if it is not foolproof, it can also be called thoughtful.

However, their expectations for these monks from the great sects were too simple.

When Fang Qichun led them to the place where the Dark Spirit Sword Sect was stationed, the bones all over his body were shattered and blood flowed profusely, but he still showed a strange smile.He didn't yell, and the body restrained by Yong Lianyin softened slightly, leaving only a layer of human skin.

Like a golden cicada that has shed its shell, Fang Qichun seemed to have a brand new body, with pink skin and flesh. He didn't have time to care about his declining cultivation, and when he fled to Yunliu staggeringly, he was almost kicked out by Yunliu.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, save me!" He yelled sadly, telling what Qi Baishan and Yong Lianyin did last night, and sighed with tears in pain, he is the only living person left among their sect disciples.

Even if it would be embarrassing to be killed by ants from the lower world, Fang Qichun didn't care about it anymore, and said bluntly: "Fang Qichun will remember the kindness of the Dark Spirit Sword Sect today, and I will definitely tell Master to come to thank you when I go back." The weight of this sentence is not insignificant, and he said: "One of these two people is holding a half-grade immortal weapon, and he must have come here by snatching it; the other has fallen into a demon cultivator and committed a heinous crime. I only ask the Dark Spirit Sword Sect to help!"

When mentioning the fairy artifact, it was a half-grade fairy artifact, and all the monks present showed shock.

First, there is the righteousness of helping the same sect, and second, there is the temptation of the fairy weapon; especially, there is even a demon cultivator among the two, so it is only reasonable to kill him.How to choose, it seems that there is no need to think about it.

Ji Zhaixing paused slightly when his eyes touched the person coming.

Qi Baishan was covered in blood all over his body, and there were brown-red blood scabs on his face that had not been wiped off. At this moment, he was sneering mockingly, looking at everything in front of him.

The little junior brother has become obsessed.

Ji Jiexing's blood-drinking sword was out of its sheath, his footsteps were obviously slow, but no one noticed him for a moment.The sword edge was inserted from Fang Qichun's back in an instant.Clean and neat, with a sense of ruthlessness.

The long sword drank blood.

Fang Qichun's smile froze in place, this was his second miscalculation.

Ji Zhaixing's voice was very steady, without any fluctuations, it sounded indifferent, not at all different from his usual.

"Damn you." Ji Jiexing said.

Those Dark Spirit Sword Sect disciples didn't seem to realize what happened for a while.Even Qi Baishan and Yong Lianyin looked inquiringly, as if they couldn't figure out this group of monks from the upper realm, and they suddenly "fighted".

Ji Zhaixing gave Fang Qichun another sword, this time it was even more ruthless, and it was really a sword and a life.He stepped forward on Fang Qichun's fallen body and walked through the pool of blood, but the hem of his clothes was not stained at all.

He walked up to Qi Baishan, turned around, and pointed his sword at the cultivator of the Dark Spirit Sword Sect.

"Sorry, I lied to you." Ji Zhuixing's voice was very soft, and it fell into Lu Dengming's ears, but it was like being struck by lightning.