Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

The black-haired sword cultivator with a broken sword in his hand had a cold expression. Under the wide sleeves, his thin wrists and blue blood veins hidden under the snow-white skin could be seen faintly.

Qi Baishan had never observed his senior brother so seriously.

It was also at this time that he realized that Ji Zhaixing was not as powerful and weak as he had imagined.His figure is even a little thin, with a slightly tucked waist and a thin spine, in sight, constantly reminding Qi Baishan.

His senior brother is just a boy who is not a few years older than him.

When Tang Huaimeng heard Qi Baishan's trembling question, the corners of Tang Huaimeng's lips tightened slightly, forming a straight line.It was really hard for him to understand why the fellow disciple Ji Jiexing sacrificed his life to save him didn't even know what injuries he had suffered.At this time, Tang Huaimeng's eyes, with some cold irony, stayed on Yunliu's body, word by word, like a bystander watching a play, turning up the old things again——

Yun Liu closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, looking pitifully out of his mind.Even the sword in his hand couldn't hold it any longer, and it hung down dejectedly.

Not only him, but what Ji Zhaixing had experienced in the Dark Spirit Sword Sect back then, in retrospect, made these Dark Spirit disciples look embarrassed.

They, the Dark Spirit Sword Sect, considered themselves the leaders of the Righteous Path, but they only had this one thing, and they had a guilty conscience.

Ji Zhaixing tilted his head slightly, seeing that the younger brother's face was pale and his eye circles were red, he was really afraid that he would cry and faint in the next second.Then he only sighed softly, intending to prevent Tang Huaimeng from continuing, with a slightly solemn expression, showing a ruthless sword repairman's expression.

"There's no need to mention what happened back then," the black-haired swordsman said indifferently, the past that Tang Huaimeng spoke of could no longer touch the slightest ripple in his heart.All his weaknesses are wrapped in an indestructible package. "Everything I do is according to my wishes."

He used a simple sentence to describe it, as if he wanted to put the matter to rest.

But it is not so easy to stop abruptly.

Yong Lianyin, who was used to being positive and optimistic, looked shocked and pity under such an impact.

Apart from the misunderstanding on the first side, Yong Lianyin only saw the outstanding and outstanding side of Ji Zaixing.He is the youngest elder of Yu Shuizong, and he is capable of crushing Jindan practitioners with the power of a sword; Yong Lianyin saw that Yu Shuizong's people were extremely protective of him, so he thought that Ji Jiexing had suffered so much since he was a child Beloved, she has emerged as a generation of golden elixir power among the crowd.

But what I heard now is not the case.

The black-haired sword cultivator in front of him once had such a past that made people palpitate just by listening to a few words.

At this moment, Qi Baishan couldn't restrain his trembling - he had indeed seen Senior Brother Ji just come back from the big world.There were injuries everywhere, and the white clothes were soaked in blood. Qi Baishan seemed to be able to smell the fishy smell lingering at the tip of his nose when he was dreaming at night.

He does feel distressed.

But also only those as the past throw away.

If Qi Baishan had known earlier, his senior brother had been ridiculed wantonly in an unfamiliar sect, and his Taoist bone had been taken away. He fell from the favored son of heaven to the bottom of the abyss within a day, and then returned to Yushuizong alone.I'm afraid he will really hate these big sects, wishing he could rush into the big world now and let those monks who bully others pay for their blood.

But he's still...too weak.

The stronger Qi Baifan's desire to pursue cultivation, the more degenerate he was affected by the demon body.

Those clear and exquisite eyeballs seemed to have been soaked in blood once, staring closely at the people in front of them, their eyes were full of barren blood.

At this time, Ji Zhaixing didn't notice the abnormality of his junior brother, and his attention was mostly occupied by Yunliu.

Yunliu, who was a Nascent Soul cultivator, no longer resisted Tang Huaimeng's attack, as if he didn't care about the possibility of being injured at all, and his whole person lost his luster.

Like a piece of pale white paper, a strange ghost looked at Ji Jiexing in a daze.

In the end, Tang Huaimeng didn't kill him.

It's not that he has sympathy, but that he couldn't really take Yunliu's life in front of the disciples of the Dark Spirit Sword Sect.

Yun's hair seemed to be damp with sweat.The sharp murderous intent in his eyes seemed to be unable to condense when facing Ji Zhaixing at this moment, leaving only some obvious fear and guilt buried in the depths.

"Fellow Daoist Ji—" He sighed slightly, his eyes seemed to be burning with a gloomy flame.His body even trembled a little, but he still firmly called out to the person in front of him, "Ji Zhai Xing."

He should have thought that this was Ji Zhaixing.

"Believe it or not, I never thought of taking your bones."

As soon as these words were said, Yun Liudu could only smile wryly, feeling that he was really very cheeky.

The benefits he obtained by turning things into bones can't be summed up in one word, and saying this now is like showing off with ulterior motives.

Ji Zhaixing's eyelashes were slightly drawn, and he looked at him indifferently, without making a sound, as if wondering why Yunliu said those words.

"If you want to get back what belongs to you," Yunliu almost didn't dare to look at Ji Zhaixing's face, and only pushed his world-famous snow-melting sword to Ji Zhaixing's eyes, and silently untied it. The defensive vestment, revealing his pale chest.The voice was low and hoarse.

"Now take it back with your own hands."

Yun Xin was in a mess.

He couldn't even control his mentality, it was full of calculations.

He hoped that Ji Jiexing would do it so that he would never owe him any more; but he was also afraid that Ji Zhaoxing would lose everything and return to the original situation if he did it.

Ji Jiexing was slightly startled when he saw the sword that was controlled by the technique and pushed to his eyes.

——If he took away Yunliu's Dao bone, he would have a deadly feud with the Dark Spirit Sword Sect, and he would have to bother Yun Shu to go through the process again, why bother.What's more, Ji Zhuixing really doesn't want to get involved in this trouble.

Ji Jiexing stepped forward and grabbed the snow-melting sword.

Famous swords used to have the spirituality of not serving the two masters, but now that the snow-melting sword fell into Ji Jiexing's hands, it only moved slightly and made a jade clanging sound.The hilt of the sword was held in Ji Jiexing's hand, and it fit perfectly, as if he was born to be the master of the sword.

Yun Liu closed his eyes.

There was a cold line on his cheek, like snowflakes melting on his skin.

The Huaxue sword was thrown out by Ji Jiexing, piercing Yunliu's cheek, and finally nailed to the huge tree behind Yunliu, turning the tree into ashes.

"What I don't want, I won't pick it up again." Ji Zhuixing's tone was extremely cold, as if he would get tired of looking at Yunliu again.A shadow fell over his fine eyelashes, he clearly had a docile and soft appearance, but he was so cold and ruthless to others.

Yun Liu was slightly dazzled by such a black-haired monk.

——Ji Zhaoxing seems to be born with this kind of pride.

The innate secret treasure that has been scrambled and calculated by countless monks, attracting wild bees and butterflies, is just a waste that he can discard like a shoe after he decides to discard it.

Truly cut off all cause and effect, ruthless and fearless.

This situation was obviously beyond Yunliu's expectations, and there seemed to be a void in his heart, and his face was even more gloomy.

"you……"

Tang Huaimeng slightly turned her head away, seeming to curse in a low voice.

In Ji Zhuixing's eyes, the current Yun was just an ordinary monk he knew well.

"Friend Daoist Yun," Ji Jiexing asked, "Do you still want to stop me?"

Naturally, it was impossible for Yunliu to stop him.

He really didn't have the audacity to attack Ji Zhaixing in front of these disciples.Taking a breath of cool air, he said, "I'll let it go today, but in the future...if I meet that demon cultivator, I won't show mercy."

Qi Baifan sneered.

He had already remembered Yun Liu's appearance.

And that cloud.

He can't kill them now, and there is always a chance after breaking through the realm...

Yun Liu's cheeks turned pale again because of that sneer, but he only stared at Ji Zaixing all the time.

Ji Zhaixing didn't respond to Yunliu's words, but prepared to leave with a few disciples.But Tang Huaimeng suddenly followed up again, standing in front of Ji Jiexing.

Obviously not to let them go.

The black-haired swordsman's eyes narrowed slightly. Compared to Yunliu, he naturally didn't want to confront Tang Huaimeng.

But seeing that Tang Huaimeng still looked like an unattainable young master, he said casually: "Ji Zaixing, the time I let you go before, I regretted it."

"...That time, I really should thank you." Ji Zhuixing's voice was very soft, thoughtful.

But this time he couldn't let it go.

Tang Huaimeng looked at Ji Zhaixing, and suddenly smiled: "Then either you are not allowed to leave this time. Or, take me to leave together."

Dark Spirit Sword Sect disciple: "..."

Ji Zhaixing: "?"

Just when Ji Zhaixing was still confused about the deep meaning of Tang Huaimeng's words, the place under his feet suddenly fell into a landslide and the earth split apart, and the majestic spiritual energy surged like a hurricane and waves, rushing towards the center of the spiritual realm, shaking His sleeves rattled.

Ji Zhaixing immediately stabilized his figure—by the way, he also performed a standing technique for the two Foundation Establishment disciples, recovering slightly.

In the depths of the spiritual domain, the terrifying monsters whose cultivation base is close to leaving their bodies, and even distracted, wake up one after another. Even monks who are only on the periphery of the spiritual domain can still feel the turbulent sea-like threat. Press your breath.

That extremely intimidating spiritual pressure even made these disciples' hairs stand on end, giving them the illusion that they couldn't move an inch.

In comparison, Ji Zhaixing's reaction was very small.

He just looked at the depths of the spiritual field where the spiritual energy was crazily and turbulently gathered, frowned, and had some bad premonitions.

No one would have thought of such a moment. "Back to the night" came like this.

It wasn't even at night, but when there were still two rounds of bright sun in the sky, the strange phenomenon that only appeared in the retrospective night was engraved on the monks one by one.

They will resist the aura sweeping through them, but at such a critical moment, they will be coerced by drowsiness and forcibly brought into a coma.

Ji Zhaixing bit the tip of his tongue slightly, trying to maintain a clear mind, but he was still in a trance, and came to the place where he had stepped into the night countless times.

Three crescent moons hang high in the dark sky, and on both sides of the extended road are lurking beasts.

Those ferocious beasts seemed to be very frightened, trembling under the cover of trees, making low choking sounds of fear from time to time.

The only difference from usual is that this time I didn't see the silver-haired man in white. Standing at the end of the path, when he saw him, he would suppress a subtle surprise and nod reservedly to him.

Another Yun Shu, he is not here.

Ji Zhaixing had never tried to leave back to the night by himself, so he just thought about it for a while, and then walked forward. This place is as magnificent as an illusion. The terrain is memorized.

After only two steps, Ji Zhuixing smelled a faint smell of blood.

At the end of his line of sight, a monster with soft white fur was lying on a white jade platform. A state of exhaustion.

Ji Zhaixing approached, and when he bent slightly, his cold and soft black hair fell on the fur of the monster, causing it to wake up slowly.

"Xuan Xuan."

This was the first time Ji Zhaixing called his name.

Huan Xuan opened his eyes, still looking round and innocent.It whispered "Mi", as if it really wanted to transform into a human and roll into Ji Jiexing's arms, but it didn't have much strength, so it slumped into a shrunken form, and the giant beast became as big as a kitten, limp Lie down into Ji Jiexing's arms and act like a baby.

It seems very wronged.

Ji Zaixing subconsciously moved Huxuan twice.

He was originally concerned about the strange situation outside, but at this moment he paused slightly and asked, "Where is Yun Shu?"

This is also the second time that Ji Zhaixing called the name "Yun Shu". In the past, he always called Daoyou, or he didn't call anyone.But Xuanxuan seemed to understand, and "Mimimi" gave Ji Zhuixing the way.

One dares to point, the other dares to listen.

Ji Jiexing walked towards a more tortuous place with the beast in his arms.

Then he walked through a layer of enchantment, and when he looked up again, the sun and the moon changed, and the extremely terrifying and majestic aura accumulated in the sky, walking with the dancing thunder.

The white-clothed and silver-haired monk stood under the golden cloud, at the center of the surging aura.

Ji Zhaoxing frowned slightly.

The person in front of him is crossing the catastrophe.