Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

You can also clearly feel the glare and coldness of that ray of light.

bang bang bang-

In a series of rhythmic bombardment bangs, the Huoqing Snake's painful roar sounded like a small boat submerged in the tide, getting weaker and smaller until it disappeared completely.

Noticing the complete disappearance of the Huo Qing Snake's voice, and the gradual dissipation of the white light in front of his eyelids, Xiao Jue seemed to realize that he might be saved, and suddenly opened his long-closed eyes.

Not far away in the sky, a forest of ten thousand swords, the man stood with his back facing him, with an extraordinary air around him, and with the pinching out of the raising hand formula, all the ten thousand swords lined up around him were sheathed in an instant.

Xiao Jue looked forward along the place where the man was standing, and saw that apart from countless fine powders on the ground, there was also a half-figure of the Huo Qing Snake, Xiao Jue only had the word shock in his heart.

This...is this the omnipotent cultivator in another world that other people say?

After receiving the Lingkong Wanjian, people not far away turned around, and Xiao Jue, whose face was covered with mud, just sat on the ground so stupidly, seeing clearly the posture of the exiled immortal of the person who saved him.

The man was dressed in an exquisite white shirt pattern robe, standing tall and tall. The cool night wind stirred his black hair, and his long sleeves were fluttering. The cold moon, two diametrically opposite colors, all reflected in Xiao Jue's eyes without any trace.

The distance between the two is clearly a few feet away, but at this moment, Xiao Jue has the illusion that there are two worlds separated by these few feet.

In a trance, Xiao Jue saw a person not far away walking slowly, until he stopped in front of him.

"Where are your relatives?" Calm and indifferent, as clear as the collision of ice water.

A short question brought back Xiao Jue's drifting thoughts. Thinking of the scene not long ago, the sadness in his heart rose sharply, "No...no more."

Chu Jingran frowned slightly, and his eyes slowly moved down to the young man in front of him. When he saw the scarred hands that were trembling instinctively, combined with the surrounding ruins, he had a rough guess in his heart.

"Are there any other relatives?"

Conquering the pain in his eyes, Xiao Jue shook his head slightly, "I'm an orphan."

The simple word "orphan" seemed to pierce the softness somewhere in his heart, causing Chu Jingran's always calm eyes to fluctuate for a moment.

Su Qingwang is also an orphan.

Seeing the young man in front of him who had suffered such a serious injury, neither crying nor fussing, he was completely sensible, after a moment of thought, Chu Jingran asked, "What's your name?"

"Xiao Jue."

"Xiao Jue, are you willing to enter the path of cultivation?"

Xiao Jue was startled at first, then raised his head abruptly, his black grape-like pupils were full of disbelief.

Can he also become those cultivators who can go to heaven and earth?

Seeing that the person just stared at him without saying a word, Chu Jingran frowned, "I don't want to?"

Xiao Jue came back to his senses, and immediately hurriedly said: "No, I... I'm just...too...surprised." After speaking, he carefully glanced at the person, and held his breath and said tentatively: "Really...really Is it okay?"

With a slight look in his eyes, Chu Jingran said, "Yes."

With a smile on his face, the honest Xiao Jue immediately knelt down, kowtowed resoundingly and said: "Disciple Xiao Jue kowtows to Master."

Chu Jingran: As expected of the protagonist, you will really climb up the ladder. I said that I will lead you to learn the real way, so you will directly call me Shizun.

190. How to Routine an Upright Protagonist 4

Seeing that the person in front of him was smiling carelessly, and because he was not in the sect, Chu Jingran didn't correct this too much at the moment. He took out a pill from the interspatial ring, and the moment he straightened up, he flicked it into it with his fingers. in a person's mouth.

Xiao Jue felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and then a sweet coolness slipped from his throat and fell into his stomach. For some unknown reason, he reflexively pressed his chest, raised his head a little at a loss and said, "Master!" ..."

"Healing."

The flat voice interrupted Xiao Jue's unfinished words, and then he felt an itch in his hands, and his eyes moved down reflexively.

Under Xiao Jue's amazed gaze with his mouth open unconsciously, the hands that were still bloody just now began to heal at a rapid rate, and within more than ten breaths, they were completely back to normal.

If it weren't for the fact that the blood stains on his hands showed that he was injured, Xiao Jue would even think that it was just a dream that was unreal.

Xiao Jue moved his intact fingers, retracted them freely, and completely forgot the unhappiness just now, raised his bright eyes and said gratefully: "The disciple thanked the master."

Although Xiao Jue smiled sincerely and his eyes sparkled like stars, but because of the mud that covered his face and ruined the beauty, this sincere smile became extremely funny.

Besides, Chu Jingran, he inherited Su Qingwang's obsession with cleanliness, looking at the man in front of him with a face full of mud and smiling at him, he wanted to lift his sword and chop with itchy hands every minute.