Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

The sound of apology is like a sigh, coming on the wind, like whispering in the ear.

Ji Jiexing frowned, unable to understand Yun Shu's sudden depression.

He even had an illusion, as if that sentence full of guilt was Yun Shu's salvation.As long as I refuse a little bit, the person in front of me will fall into the endless abyss.

Their eyes met in this weird atmosphere, and because Ji Zhuixing couldn't break free because he was forced to hold hands, his face even blushed like fog.

Yun Shu seemed to have a low smile, the smile was weak, revealing a casual and lazy compromise, he leaned slightly, his dark eyes seemed to engrave the young man in front of him.

The spiritual qi rioted, and in the blink of an eye, there was only Ji Zhaixing left in the center of the spiritual realm, and beside him was a monster with a confused look.

A few inaudible gasps.

Ji Zhaixing saw a dark red mole on his wrist where the man had pressed it carefully just now.

That little red spot is very conspicuous on the snow-white skin, and it seems to be here from birth, a very coincidental coincidence.

A very mysterious consciousness was immersed in Ji Zhaoxing's sea of ​​consciousness.

Now Ji Jiexing is in the spiritual domain, but he can detect every inch of spiritual soil under his feet.All living things, monsters and beasts are entrenched, as if only in his breath, they turned into a picture scroll and displayed in his spiritual consciousness.

In the center of the spiritual domain, there were many big monsters whose cultivation base was close to the Mahayana stage, sleeping.There are also many monsters that correspond to human beings who have cultivated out of their bodies. They all gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and tried to refine animal bones in the spiritual realm and transform them into human forms.

The monsters occupying the most subjects are the monsters in the Nascent Soul Golden Core stage. They have not yet awakened their spiritual intelligence, and they are only controlled by nature to know killing and hunger.

Naturally, needless to say, where are the treasures of heaven and earth, elixir and mines, they can be taken from the mind.

There are even secret realms and inheritances handed down by those ancient monks, and Ji Jiexing already knows where they are—but he doesn’t have any desires. After all, those monks are only borrowed to sleep here, and they are not part of the spiritual domain. Ji Zhaixing doesn't need to pass on their skills.

Of course, the most unexpected...is the "200-year-old monster cub" beside him.

Huanxuan was actually at the early stage of leaving his body.

One must know that monsters are inherently stronger than human cultivators, and Huanxuan's realm can almost reach the middle stage of human cultivation.

Ji Zhaixing was a little lost in thought, and subconsciously rubbed Huxuan's black hair.

The monster cub narrowed its eyes contentedly.

The entire spiritual domain is clear to Ji Zhuixing, but Yun Shu has disappeared.

His spiritual consciousness was everywhere, but he hadn't found that person.

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Ji Jiexing took over the spiritual domain, but only regarded himself as a temporary substitute.

Because he really needed it, he asked Huanxuan for his opinion, and after the monster nodded blankly, he began to perform some functions of the master of the spiritual realm.

Affected by Yun Shudujie, the original owner of the spiritual domain, the disciples of the sects in the spiritual domain fell into a state of deep sleep. Ji Zhaixing narrowed his eyes slightly, and sent the group of monks from the big world away with his mind turning. .

Then, it is to look for those small world fellows who have strayed into the spiritual realm by mistake.

Except for his junior brother, Yong Lianyin, and those two disciples who were saved.

In the huge spiritual domain, only the breath of a monk remained.

That person was a disciple of Yushui Sect, he was used as a bait by Fang Qichun, and he was thrown into the Wumeng Flower to attract attention, so that he could pick the companion spirit grass of the demon flower.

Wumenghua regards the monk's blood essence as nourishment, probably because she hasn't seen meat for a long time, and she has been hanging her life for the meticulous enjoyment of this prey.

That disciple's life hangs by a thread, like a candle in the wind, which will go out when it is scratched.

Ji Jiexing recognized him, his name was Jin Wenning, he was a self-cultivator but rather shy, he always seemed to bow his head slightly when looking at people, and his face would turn red.

Now his limbs are being used as nourishment for the demon flower, leaving only a thin layer of skin and flesh sticking to the white bones, and his breath is weak, if he is not a body repairer, if it is not for the demon flower wanting to enjoy it for a long time, he may have died long ago.

With a slight movement in Ji Jiexing's mind, he came to Jin Wenning.

At this time, the black-haired sword repairman was almost expressionless.He randomly took out a sword from the Xumi space, cut off the leaves of the Wumeng Flower, and as if carelessly digging out the stem, he rescued the trapped disciple.

Of the ten monks who were originally high-spirited, there were only five left.

As for Yu Shuizong's disciples, only two survived.

Ji Zhaixing fed Jin Wenning the elixir, spent his true essence, and watched his approaching weak breathing calm down, and the aura of the meridians all over his body circulated.

The black-haired monk was a little strangely calm.The other disciples had no bones left—Jizhai Xing set up a grave and meditated on Requiem.

Huan Xuan liked that part of Requiem very much, he leaned against Ji Jiexing and listened attentively.Sensing that Ji Zhuixing was in a bad mood, he sneaked into his arms and rubbed him, then helped to pick up Jin Wenning.

His human form is actually a little unsteady when he walks, but he has precise control over the Yaoyuan, and he is very careful not to hurt the person in his arms.

Ji Zhaixing smiled at the cub, stroked his forehead hair lightly, and went to look for the remaining disciples.

When Qi Baishan woke up from that irresistible slumber, he saw the dark eyes and snow-white skin of the person in front of him.

There was a smile on Ji Jiexing's lips, it was a very faint smile, but it made Qi Baifan's heart feel filled with something, and he looked at Ji Jiexing without blinking.

He saw his senior brother's black hair hanging down, and his thin white neck revealing a soft touch, Qi Baishan was slightly lost in thought, and even wanted to touch such a fragile neck like porcelain.But when he saw Ji Jiexing's hand stretched out to him, the knuckles were slender, white and tall, he immediately hesitated, which side was better to hit first.

Of course Ji Zhaixing didn't notice his junior brother's absence.

He just said to Qi Baishan gently: "I'm here to pick you up."

Ji Zhaixing's fingertips were soft, cold and delicate.When Qi Baishan touched that point, he finally woke up from a frustrated hallucination, he nodded dullly and aggrieved.

"Brother."

He came back to earth from hell.

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Yun Shu split his soul and returned to the Dark Spirit Sword Sect.

It's a bit absurd to say that he entered from the main gate of the Dark Spirit Sword Sect, and no matter whether he met the discipline disciples guarding the gate or the peak masters with profound cultivation, when he saw him, they all looked terrified and shocked, and shouted He took a step back and bowed in salute, even sweating.

Yun Shu had never been out of Yunfeng in the past, but now that he appeared outside the Dark Spirit Sword Sect, no one doubted him.

Perhaps it was because of the great coercion on Fenhun's body, even the icy posture he was holding was very in line with the disciples' impression of the ancestor.

There are not many disciples guarding at the peak of Izumo, after all, the ancestor Xijing.

Their cultivation bases are all above Jindan, and they can be regarded as outstanding monks in the sect.When I came to Izuyun Peak to take care of my job, I just hoped that maybe one day I would get lucky, and after being favored by the ancestor Yunshu a few times, I would be able to rise to the top.

But in fact, few of them could meet Patriarch Yun Shu.

These disciples on duty, because Izumo Peak has snow all the year round, and the snow still contains spiritual power, it is extremely cold, occasionally they would drink to warm up, and they would also get together to drink a cup for a change.They were still discussing which spirit wine shop under the sword sect should offer a good wine. During the dispute, they saw the distracted ancestor in memory coming on snow.

They were stunned for a moment, and the wine in the flagon also poured out, melting a piece of falling snow.

"Old, old ancestor. I have seen the old ancestor!" The voices of these young monks were trembling.

If it wasn't for the fact that they hadn't had a few sips of the wine, they would have thought it was a hallucination caused by drunkenness.

Yun Shu responded lightly.

So the disciples felt even more like dreaming.

Even those monks who knew that Patriarch Yun Shu was in seclusion, only felt that Patriarch Yunshu's cultivation base was unfathomable and his traces could not be detected, so they didn't ask any more questions at all, and respectfully let the way out.

Yun Shu lowered his eyes slightly, the main body of Xindao really... Even if he replaced him, no one would notice.

As for the main body, Yun Shu, he probably didn't expect that the soul would come to him on his own initiative.

It took him a long time to digest those memories that came back suddenly, and learned the truth about his unimpeded cultivation.It's just that he didn't expect that before he made a move, the sane soul would come to his door.

The body is full of killing intent.

Presumably, it was a desire that did not belong to him.

It's ridiculous.

The main body, Yun Shu, put down the sword beside him, and there was a bit of murderous intent in his eyes.

He looked at the approaching soul with an indifferent expression.

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The next three thousand small worlds, at the exit of the spiritual domain.

The sea is sparkling, warm and humid.

Those guarding cultivators all know, including that Zhenjun Ji in the golden core period, that they will not be able to come back alive after entering this heaven-level secret realm.

That's why these monks who entered the secret realm were in a detached position and were the most talented disciples of each sect, so there were still many people guarding the entrance of the secret realm.

They don't know how many suns and moons they have watched.

From the unrealistic attempt to plan at the very beginning, to the almost desperate waiting at the end.

The monks with the largest number here are from Yu Shuizong.

Such an indiscriminate disaster naturally dealt the greatest blow to Yu Shuizong, after all, several disciples in their sect with excellent bones and talents all died.There is also Ji Zhaixing, who can break the balance of the three sects with his own power and make Yu Shuizong reach the pinnacle of the cultivation world, is also included.

The suzerain cannot leave the sect easily, and the one leading Yushui's disciples now is Tan Lang, the young suzerain of Yushui sect.

Few of the foundation-building monks can sleep like him.Tan Lang's scarlet eyes were fixed on the original entrance. If it wasn't for the fact that the entrance could no longer be opened, he would probably not be able to hold back the impulsiveness——

When Di Yingrong brought the news of the unexpected change back to Yu Shuizong, Tan Zongzhu broke the cherished Lingyu in a moment of ecstasy, and he seemed to have aged for several years overnight.

When the suzerain's wife was informed of the sudden bad news, her expression was still gentle and calm, she comforted the suzerain and comforted the disciples, but she made a mistake during the cultivation and almost went mad.

Tan Lang also knew about this.

At this time, Tan Lang suddenly realized why he was so surprised and sad, even uncontrollably furious when he heard Rong Zhou's words that day when Tan's father wanted to send Ji Zhaixing out of the small world together.

It turned out that it wasn't jealousy caused by a momentary imbalance.

He was just afraid that Ji Zhuixing would leave.

The distance between them is like one in the mortal world, and the other is a shining star, which he can't look up to.But now, I really can't see that person.

Never miss.

Afterwards, for some unknown reason, Tan Lang inquired about his father, Jin Long Ling.

Tan Zongzhu was surprised that he would find out about this matter, but he was still very depressed and kind, and told the whole story like an ordinary father.

He did want to use the power of the Golden Dragon Order to send Ji Zhaixing to the middle world.After all, he has never cultivated a Nascent Soul in the lower world for thousands of years, and he doesn't want to watch his disciples spend their spiritual energy in it.

Moreover, Sect Master Tan also thought that after Ji Zaixing became a Nascent Soul, he would come back and bring Tan Lang and some disciples back to the middle world.

Ji Zhaixing's character, Tan Suzerain as his master, naturally he believed it.

But Ji Zhuixing refused.

"If it is known to the outside world, and this kind of fate did not fall on your parents and sons, and the current young suzerain, what kind of rumors will spread," Ji Jiexing said at the time, "I'm afraid they will think that talking about it is impossible to carve, so they will go to court." It is related to your blood, and you are not willing to help him gain the Tao."

"Shouyuan is still long, so there is no need to rush for a while."

This was just a small episode. Sovereign Tan's temperament was extremely straightforward. After he realized that something was wrong, he never thought about it again, let alone thought that Tan Lang would find out about it.

Now Tan Lang recalled again and again the memories of when he pushed Ji Zhaixing away.

"It's really boring to be with you."

How did Ji Zhaoxing respond at that time?

——He probably smiled, looked very gentle and calm, and answered "OK".

Those memories and regrets that kept tumbling out kept haunting Tan Lang, so much so that when there was a change on the sea, he never regained his senses.

The spiritual energy seemed to surge, like a series of doors being pushed open.