Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Put Hongshui beside him, and spiritual liquid, is that a holy product for healing? 】

Sighing, Chu Jingran said: 【They are all very precious. 】

No. 520: [what? 】

Chu Jingran said: [That sword is really valuable, it incorporates the Tianwai iron core that countless blacksmiths in the cultivation world want a piece of, and I added a fist-sized one to it before forging it, and many people know , and that bottle of psychic liquid, one drop can make bones raw. 】

【so what? ] Are you finally feeling distressed now?

[There will be people who will grab it, relying on the master-control temperament of a good apprentice, I will definitely not give it unless I am beaten to death. 】He tilted his head and said:【So, he will be hunted down. 】

Number 520: Pfft——

The touch of bullshit, it turns out that every step you take, the host, is a deep routine of stepping on a horse! ! !

Sighing lightly, Chu Jingran said: [It's just that I didn't expect that he didn't die like this, and turned him over to become the earth (devil) lord (lord). The unlucky master has carried the blame for him for so many years, and now he has to teach his apprentice who has not known me for a long time. It is really... the halo of the **** protagonist! 】

No. 520: I think this is retribution.

……

A trance-like dream, with countless lights and shadows, a strange and illusory world in front of my eyes, and unknown objects moving quickly in front of my eyes, intertwined into a gorgeous piece.

In the desolate morning light of the lonely and boundless grass, dressed in white clothes like a painting, holding a sword like dancing, every move and every move seems to be copied from the best ink painting on paper.

Xiao Jue looked through the light mist, watching every move, one move, one fall not far away, and there was an unknown longing in his heart, wanting to catch that figure.

With his mind moving, his figure appeared behind the sword pose, slowly raised his hand, and grabbed Ruo Wu's person.

The moment his fingers were closed, it was as futile as countless times, and the whiteness slipped away from his closed fingers like green smoke.

The more he wanted to hold on tighter, the faster he disappeared until he disappeared without a trace.

Slowly spread out his hand, the palm was empty.

In the midst of recurring dreams, Xiao Jue stood quietly in the crowd confused and puzzled, dazzling candlelight reflected from above his head, countless people dressed in strange clothes walked through the Crystal Palace, and occasionally some people were still obsessed with the dark color like blood. liquid.

Looking around, suddenly, his movements paused slightly, and his eyes were locked on one place, or maybe it was locked on a person standing with his back facing him not far away.

The man turned his head sideways, as if he was talking with someone else. The well-cut clothes on his body made him tall and slender. Even if he didn't see his true face clearly at the moment, that figure was very pleasing to the eye.

The weird scene, the weird strangeness, the weird person who made him unable to take his eyes off from the beginning to the end.

But inexplicably, Xiao Jue had a certain illusion that he was the one who danced the sword just now.

Just because of... the same longing and expectation in my heart.

Lifting his feet, Xiao Jue walked towards the person not far away step by step, his heart beating a little fast, as if silently expecting something to come.

Stopping behind the man, Xiao Jue stretched out his hand, with trembling apprehension, lightly put it on the man's shoulder.

Getting started is no longer nothingness, but a real touch.

The young man was slightly startled, and turned around slowly.

Not daring to blink, not daring to beat the heart, not daring to breathe too much, abandoning all the hustle and bustle around him, all Xiao Jue's attention was on the person who turned around.

At this moment, a name and a title seemed to pop out of his mind.

That is…? !

yes……? ? !

Small……

In the magnificent palace, the bead curtains are jade and emerald, and the gold is extravagant. The man who was sleeping lightly on the couch slowly opened his eyes, and there was a bit of confusion in the bloody and coquettish pupils.

Why... can't see your face?Can't remember the last word?

And you... who the hell are you?

Demon Realm, Demon Palace

Wearing a black robe, Xiao Jue leaned casually on the soft couch, playing with a green frost seed jade hanging on the Hongshui sword, with a somewhat wanton casual expression.

Not long ago, he received a "friendly" negotiation from the cultivation world, saying that he would send someone to talk to him about the truce. In Xiao Jue's eyes, this was a big joke.

In his eyes, the current world of self-cultivation imitating Japan is nothing more than a plate of delicacy that can be swallowed at any time. He can eat it whenever he wants, and stop whenever he wants, but now he wants to talk to him about this delicacy Conditions, this is not what the joke is.

The only difference is Tian Yanzong.

From the mouths of many defeated generals in the realm of self-cultivation, Xiao Jue learned that he was once a disciple of Yanzong that day, but he couldn't remember anything at all, except...

Always lingering in his dreams, unable to get a glimpse of his true face, an afterimage of white clothes drifting away from the palm of his hand.

Countless times, he wanted to attack the so-called first sect of cultivation, but every time he gave the order to attack the sect, a voice in his subconscious stopped him from blurting out