Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Lu Dengming was a little lost. He was so shocked that he couldn't hold the magic weapon in his hand steadily.The eyelashes trembled slightly, with an indescribably relaxed expression, as if his heart had been really hurt, his face turned pale: "Fellow Daoist Ji..."

Qi Baifan's originally playful expression froze slightly when Lu Dengming spoke. It was obvious that this title made him think of something, and his face was slightly solemn.

His flesh and blood have been tempered into a demon body at this time, and so are his eyes, unable to see normal things.All the touches in the eyes are bloody, which can be better used to find monks with aura, but the original function has degraded a lot.

Qi Baishan looked at the monk standing in front of him, and vaguely recognized his white clothes and black hair like a waterfall.But it wasn't the person he had imagined these days—it was just the same surname. The person in front of him was one of the monks in that big world, so how could he have any connection with his brother.Qi Baishan comforted himself like this, but his heart became more and more anxious.

And Ji Zhaixing stood in front of them, and by the way brought the two injured monks over with the wind control technique. His white clothes were spotless, and his expression was indifferent.There was still guilt in the eyes, and at this time the crow's wing-like eyelashes drooped down, casting a thin layer of shadow on the fair skin.

"I'm not a person without a mirror." Ji Jiexing said, "I'm a monk from the Three Thousand Worlds. I came here to find my sect's disciples."

The two monks Jinghuadao and Bu Mengzong were obviously stunned. They couldn't figure out that in their next world, someone would go into this dragon's pool and tiger's lair to find someone.

And Qi Baishan, who was deceiving himself and others, really froze his body, and the feeling of heaven and earth falling apart was even more vivid than that of Lu Dengming before.

All the characteristics match, except for his senior brother, who else would enter this weird secret realm.And his blood-stained hands, and his despicable appearance of devouring blood, also fell into Ji Jiexing's eyes.

Qi Baishan couldn't imagine how senior brother would treat him like this...

The secret that I wanted to hide the most, was cut open in the sun before it was designed and carefully concealed.Qi Baifan's lips were pale, they moved slightly, and finally asked: "What are you doing here?"

How dangerous is lurking here.

Maybe the road will fall, not reincarnation——

As soon as Qi Baishan imagined that his senior brother might experience what he had encountered, he couldn't hold back the killing intent that almost broke out.

But what he said to Ji Jiexing at the end was nothing more than a sentence trembling with fear, and it was difficult to say anything serious.

The black-haired monk stood in front of them, his back was as straight as a bamboo, and he was obviously extremely thin, but at that moment he seemed extremely powerful, firmly covering them behind him.

No matter how dull Yong Lianyin was, he vaguely sensed something, and his expression became impatient.

Lu Dengming had already recovered from the blow just now, he looked at the person who was guarded by Ji Zhaixing, and felt a little jealous.

No wonder... Fellow Daoist Ji feels pity for those two monks.

He found that his previous performance was really not good, and he didn't regard these lower realm monks as equal Taoist cultivators, but thought he was superior to others.I couldn't help but smiled bitterly and said, "I don't blame you, and I have no right to blame you."

What really made Lu Dengming sad was that when Ji Xing pointed his sword at him, his heart was haggard, and the unspeakable sourness burst from his chest.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be against him.

Seeing Lu Dengming's expression, Yunliu roughly guessed his position.

The sword in his sleeve has been shaken off into his hands, the white sword against the delicate hands like jade carvings, every frown and smile looks like a jade gentleman.Yunliu looked sympathetic, and said to Ji Zhaixing: "Fellow Daoist, you are brave and brave. If that's the case, you can take those two monks away, and I don't care if you kill them—" He paused slightly, and didn't say any more Going down, there is only a coldness in the eyes, which is somewhat similar to the ruthless appearance of his master.

"But the two people behind you killed more than a dozen Chunming Sect disciples for the sake of demons and monsters. The Dark Spirit Sword Sect can't sit idly by."

"I won't let them go. Daoist friends can take the other two and leave." Yunliu's tone was cold, and the coercion of the Nascent Soul's peak poured out, which could make almost every monk whose cultivation base was lower than his tremble with fear.

In fact, Yunliu has a good impression of Ji Zhaixing.He even felt very appreciative of the sword that Fang Caiji picked up the stars.

But these slight favors are not enough for him to give up his interests and let them go at this time.

Ji Zhaixing's current cultivation level is Sea of ​​Consciousness, and he is only in the middle stage of Jindan, and he is more than a big realm behind Yunliu.

And facing the Nascent Soul peak in its heyday, he didn't show any fear, just like the peaceful expression before.

Seeing Yun Liu's sharp and undisguised killing intent, he smiled slightly.The lips were slightly raised, like melting ice and snow, and the smile on that ordinary face seemed to give birth to endless gorgeous expressions because of this smile.

Ji Jiexing said: "The one you want to kill is my junior brother."

There was a clear light in his eyes, like a knife with a reserved edge.

His sword intent soared to the sky, not giving an inch.

Qi Baishan finally couldn't bear the sadness, his head seemed to be hit hard, and he called him in a drowsy voice: "Senior brother."

"Brother... I'm sorry."

Ji Zhaixing said calmly, "You are right."

Yun Liu also raised his eyebrows. He looked at such a gentle gentleman, but his murderous intent was extremely terrifying, and he pointed straight at Ji Zaixing.At this moment, Lu Dengming woke up like a dream, stepped forward to restrain Yunliu's magic weapon, slightly anxious: "Uncle Yun, no!"

Yunliu's eyes were as gentle as water, but his strength remained undiminished. Lu Dengming stopped him, but he never let up. He only spoke calmly and asked him with a smile: "Dengming, do you want to disobey the master because of him?"

The Dark Spirit Sword Sect has a strict hierarchy, especially a cultivator like Yunliu who has a special status and occupies the position of the first disciple of the ancestor of the distracted spirit, and his status is even more detached.Lu Dengming's face paled slightly, but he still stood in front of Yunliu, and said stubbornly, "I know my mistake."

Acknowledge the mistake, but don't change it.

Yun Liu almost laughed angrily at him.

Qi Baifan looked at Ji Zhaixing, and wanted to pull his sleeves, but because he felt that his hands were stained with blood, he stopped his movements and moved silently in front of Ji Zhaixing.

"There is no reason for my senior brother to deal with the disaster caused by my disciples."

He seemed to be trying to force a smile, but he couldn't.

"...Senior Brother." Qi Baishan closed his eyes slightly, and the scarlet things in front of his eyes seemed to remind him that he was different from the past.

I once said that I will not let you suffer half a point of damage, but it still puts you in danger time and time again.

He fell into the devil's gate and felt ashamed of his teacher. If Ji Zaixing was put in danger again, he would be truly inescapable.

Qi Baifan had already seen that the sword-wielding man's cultivation was at least in the Nascent Soul Stage, so how could it be possible for Ji Zhaixing to rush ahead of him.

At the same time, Yong Lianyin's palms were drenched with sweat, and he didn't dare to look at Ji Zhaoxing, as if Ji Zhaoxing would not notice that he was in a mess now; Even his protection seemed incidental.

But he still wanted to stand before Ji Zhaoxing.

Even if the half-grade immortal weapon is completely destroyed, the soul will be scattered.

Ji Zhaixing said: "Junior Brother, you seem to be about to cry."

"It's not life and death."

Ji Zhuixing's tone was helpless, and seemed to have a teasing smile, causing Qi Baishan to wipe his eyes violently.

After the black-haired Jianxiu teased, his eyes fell on Yunliu again, calmly evaluating the strength gap between them.

It is not difficult to escape from Yunliu's clutches, the only change... is Tang Huaimeng who is now standing aside with a gloomy expression.