Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

The complaints were inaudible, and the cultivators were quickly attracted by the picture in front of them.The spar was roughly fixed on the skirt, and what they saw was the first perspective of Ji Zhaixing.

The surprise attack of ferocious beasts, the ferocity of minions, the feeling of being personally attacked and the reality are confused, almost everyone can experience the thrilling in the secret realm.

But what makes those monks let go of their fear in the next moment is that Ji Zhaixing saved himself from danger almost every time. Those fierce beasts' sharp claws couldn't touch him at all, but were pulled away quite neatly. Everything is like harvesting carelessly.

Because of Ji Zhaixing's "equal treatment", the monks didn't even notice the difference between the monsters they encountered before and after, and even felt in a trance that even if they met the monster, they should be able to capture it easily.

But as the projected image time increased, they also realized——

The whole body is covered with yellow velvet, and there is a white inverted triangle on the face, which is obviously a symbol of the Turanui beast who has cultivated to the maturity of the Nascent Soul; The dragon-like monster defeated by Ji Jiexing, his body and demeanor, is clearly an extremely vicious beast that has refined its bones, opened its spiritual aperture, and has a cultivation level above its output!

Although they couldn't see Ji Zhaixing's figure, they knew that Ji Zhaixing had not been hurt by all the beasts until now.As a result, the long-standing cognition and what he saw in front of him were intertwined, and they were torn apart by pain, making these monks doubt life.

Although they didn't really "split" until they saw Ji Zhaixing come to the center of the secret realm.

The black-haired sword cultivator pierced the heavens and the earth with his sword, dug out a section of the spiritual essence of the secret realm, and brought back what he thought was a secret treasure.

There are also some monks who can't understand what the milky white thing is. After asking around, they listened to the analogy with him: "It's equivalent to digging away half of the mountain of your sect." In contrast, they also fell into silence.

But no matter what, everyone in the comprehension world realized that Ji Zhai Xingguang was the first disaster, so they became famous in one battle.

In the world of comprehension, a monk known all over the world will probably be born again.

The second robbery was chosen shortly after the trial of the secret realm.

When Ji Zhaixing was going to the place where he should be robbed, the cultivator in front of him who was acting as a guide lowered his head slightly, and his neck was covered with thin red.The monk bowed his head deeper, almost apologetically and cautiously said: "In this calamity, the heart is tested. Therefore, I will temporarily seal the memory of Senior Ji and throw you into the illusion."

Perhaps it was Ji Zhaixing's illusion, the monk in front of him seemed to be more respectful than before, but even his tone of voice was extremely slight, as if trembling.

Ji Zhaixing lowered his head slightly and said, "It's okay."

He entered the trial of the second robbery.

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When Ji Zhaixing woke up again, all that was left was the false memory fabricated by the illusion and his sealed cultivation.

Naturally, he couldn't find out that he was spying on the photo spar that was transformed by a certain ancestor surnamed Xie for several days.

He just opened his eyes and got up when the door was pushed open, and two monks stepped forward and restrained him, their movements were a little violent.

Ji Jiexing's hands were tied behind his back, and the force was tightly grasping his wrist, as if some kind of deliberate revenge.

"Brother."

Those two people actually called him like that, but there was no trace of respect in their words, and they even said maliciously: "The suzerain is welcome."

"—It seems that this time it is the suzerain, and I am completely disappointed in you." Another person said.

Ji Zhaixing was taken to an empty spiritual field.

Zi Lei broke through the golden cloud, full of thunderous force, and landed on the black-haired monk.Sand and rocks flew within ten miles, and the spiritual grass withered. He raised his head to receive the purple thunder, and the monk's pale body was torn apart by the purple thunder in an instant.

The dark red blood merged into a binding red thread, winding around his pale back.

Ji Zhaixing's lips were infiltrated with scarlet blood into an extremely bewitching color, his complexion was a little bleak as paper, and his eye feathers as black as crow's wings trembled slightly.

In the ears, the mighty monk yelled furiously.

"If you don't sever contact with that demon cultivator, get the hell out of Shao Jianzong, and I will never recognize you as the son of the sect master!"

Shao Jianzong?

Ji Jiexing had a splitting headache, but the fragments he vaguely recalled were contrary to the current scene and his memory.

He didn't have any parents who loved him, let alone respected his classmates, those were like imagined beautiful scenes.Today's Ji Jiexing is the young suzerain of Shao Jianzong. Because he fell in love with Moxiu, he ignored his fellow sect. His father, who is also the suzerain of Shaojianzong, punished him with Thunder Calamity and made him and that Moxiu. Lovers cut off contact.

Perhaps it was because Ji Jiexing's mind was not part of it, he even felt that the thunder calamity that fell on him was actually not that painful.

So after he endured the purple thunder, he even had the leisure to glance at the suzerain father who punished him.Those dark eyes suddenly looked like a silent night sky, and also like a bottomless abyss, making the monk who was watching tremble slightly.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at?" Sect Master Shao Jian's voice was a little unsteady.Immediately afterwards, he became furious uncontrollably, and he sneered loudly: "Press him into the cold prison! When will he repent, and when will he be released!"

After Ji Zhaixing suffered a thunderstorm, he was tossed back into the dark and dark prison.

The silver chain made of extremely tough and thick nine-day black iron connects up and down, and is firmly attached to Ji Jiexing's wrist, with a tight fit.The silver light flowing from the silver chain is still no match for the snow-white skin of the person he imprisoned.

The black-haired monk showed no signs of panic, and even took the time to adjust the position of his wrist, which was bound by the heavy chain, to save some effort and make it easier.

A gloomy cold air emanated from the land under his feet, wrapped around Ji Jie Xingguang's bare ankle, his calf was soaked in the cold air with his shoes and socks removed, his cold white skin was frozen to a light blue color .

Except for the occasional sound of dripping water, Ji Zhuixing could not hear anything.

This kind of silence can easily drive anyone crazy - but obviously not including Ji Zhaoxing.He closed his eyes slightly, and rested in a state of closing his eyes and resting his mind. If it weren't for the slight trembling of his fine eyelashes, he would have fallen into a deep sleep.

The shadow spar that was secretly watching also fully presented the expression of the black-haired sword repairer at this time.

He seemed to be too quiet, even though he was in such an embarrassing situation, he was still peaceful and peaceful. His snow-white skin and bright red lips were almost like the only thick and colorful colors in the dark dungeon, rich and vivid.

And it was at this time that the entrance to the dungeon was knocked open.

Moxiu, who is full of devilish energy, has a handsome face, but he is slightly evil. He seems to be holding a handful of full hair, or a monk's head, in his hands.When he arrived at the cold prison, he threw it away and walked down with great strides.

He looked at the black-haired monk who was tightly bound by silver chains, and showed an innocent smile.The black robe on his body was only stained with a few dried blood stains, but it had a strong smell of blood.

"Zhaixing," Moxiu said gently, he approached Ji Jiexing lightly, and sniffed his nose twice, "Your father is really heartless, I'm afraid he didn't regard you as a relative at all. Those Shao Jianzong people , I am afraid that he is also secretly laughing, wishing to bring down you, the young suzerain."

Ji Jiexing looked at Moxiu, who was supposed to be his beloved, and his heart was as still as water.

"Zhaixing, do you want to be with me?" Moxiu suddenly raised his head again, his eyes were bright, looking a little strange in the darkness.

Ji Zhaixing gave a soft "hmm".

Very perfunctory.

But because of his excellent appearance, the allure is acceptable.

Moxiu didn't doubt his true feelings at all, and showed a smile that seemed to be extremely joyful: "Then why don't you fall into the devil? If you fall into the devil, there will be no one between us to hinder us, and we can truly be together."

"Dig out the Daoxiu Golden Elixir, refine the Taoist bones, and regenerate flesh and blood." Moxiu licked his lips slightly, becoming more excited, his eyes seemed to be filled with dark fire, and he asked: "Let's start again and pick the stars, shall we? "

After taking pictures of the spar, Xie Chimeng knew that Ji Zhaixing would step into the first trap.

Once he falls into the devil, his heart will not be firm.The only turning point is that after escaping from Shao Jianzong together with the demon cultivator "Dao Companion", the friction between the two people's minds and their different ways will make Ji Zhuixing suspicious of the illusion.If he can return to the right path, he will succeed in breaking the calamity.

The cold-blooded and ruthless blood relatives and sects, and the lovers who came to rescue in times of crisis.

Even if the lover is a magic cultivator, Ji Zhuixing seems to have no choice but to be admired and admired by him.

In the cold prison, Ji Zhuixing slightly bent his lips and smiled: "Put me down first, okay?"

At this time, Moxiu seemed to have noticed that Ji Jiexing was still shackled by the silver chain, so he cut it off with the magic element, and with a very clear sound of shattering, Ji Jiexing regained his freedom, rubbed the quilt The chain strangled the wrist with a reddish mark.

"You're very good." Ji Zhuixing praised him like this.

The black-haired sword cultivator smiled slightly, and when he raised his head, the corners of his eyes were covered with a thin layer of red, like the color of flower rouge blooming, "Then can you give up the magic bone and become a Taoist cultivator for me? ?”

Moxiu: "..."

He blinked blankly, as if he hadn't expected Ji Zhaixing to ask this question at all.

The thick and beautiful black-haired friar waited for his answer, obviously without urging him, but Moxiu seemed to be forced to the extreme, his body was slightly hot, and he frowned in contradiction: "Isn't Moxiu not good?"

"Of course it's very good, but Dao Xiu is also very good." Ji Zhuixing seemed to be purely puzzled, he looked up at Mo Xiu, his black eyes were quiet, "Are you willing to let me hurt?"