I was terrified [Quick Transmigration]

Feng Su didn't know that Sanbai was the incarnation of the Golden Crow, and while he was still talking, he saw huge red gold wings spreading out, bringing a wave of heat.

The last time the Golden Crow showed up was in a small distant city, in order to take Lin Zhongyuan away.

But it was not the same as last time.

Sanbai turned around, and with the flow of aura around his body, his hair was windless and automatic, and his face and body shape also changed a little bit, returning to the most original appearance.

He didn't completely change back to the Golden Crow beast shape, but only spread those wings, as if he was thinking about something.

Feng Su looked at him in surprise, it seemed that Sanbai didn't hear what he said.

He just turned his head and took another deep look at Lingxu Immortal Mansion.

At this time, the Lingxu Immortal Mansion has completely lost its original appearance. There is no ice and snow, and it is not lonely. It is full of pink and white peach blossoms everywhere. The lush forests cover the shadows, and there are streams flowing in the grass. sound.

Originally without any decorations, the Xianfu also hung a few wind chimes that were obviously made by Lin Zhongyuan. They looked precarious, as if they were about to fall at any time. When the wind blew, a snow-white bird landed on the eaves, There is also a small bouncing fish in its mouth.

In the back of the yard, there are some very healthy vegetables, including onions, garlic, and leeks. On the window sill, there are freshly sprouted bean sprouts, and behind them are some chrysanthemums, which Lin Zhongyuan said are suitable for soaking in water.

Further back, there is a newly built small kitchen. A bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup is warmed on the stove. Sanbai uses simple magic to keep the fire alive and it will not be too hot. It will not burn dry. It is waiting for Lin Zhongyuan to return. Have a warm bite.

The duck that has been raised for a few days is swimming in the pond, and the parrot that can only say auspiciousness is hanging beside it.

Sanbai only glanced at it for a short time, and didn't see much, but found that he clearly remembered every detail in it.

This is the most homely place of all the houses he has ever lived in.

If he returns to his original form here and spreads his wings and flies away, everything will be swallowed up by the fire, and when Lin Zhongyuan returns, there will be no place to sleep.

In a short time, the young leaves on the treetops were already burned by the hot air, turning black and smoking.

It's just that the tip of the leaf, the Golden Crow shouldn't be aware of it, and it doesn't need to care about it, but at this moment, it suddenly lowered its eyes, and slightly retracted the red feather that can burn everything.

Like the flowers, trees, plants and trees here, he doesn't want to damage them in the slightest.

In the end, the raging flames on the pair of red feathers also weakened a lot, and the wings gathered again under the sun, wrapping his whole body, turning into a ball of golden light, piercing the sky in the blink of an eye.

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Jinwu has also experienced wars between immortals and demons.

Rather than saying it is an experience, it is better to say it is a bit of an impression, having seen it from afar.

But he never imagined that there could be such a thing as a war between mortals and cultivators.

What was more surprised than him were the cultivators of the great immortal sects.

In their eyes, mortals are weak, ignorant, and backward existences, ignorant of the Dharma, short-lived, addicted to the world, and mediocre all their lives.

But such people, the weak mortals who should have worshiped them and prayed for their mercy and protection, gathered together at this time and became a terrifying force.

When the Golden Crow transformed into a golden thread across the sky, countless burning fireballs were being thrown high by mortals, like countless meteors, piercing towards the mansions of ascetics.

The combat power of the cultivators should be much higher than that of ordinary people, but they lost more than one chip in terms of numbers.

The more advanced a person is, the longer it takes to accumulate over time. To reach the level of Lin Zhongyuan, who can easily protect a city or destroy a city, it often takes thousands of years.

But in the thousands of years, countless cultivators will fall in the middle of the journey, or they will reach a bottleneck.

Jin Wu looked down and saw a few cultivators with their swords hanging in the air, resisting with all their might.

How many cultivators are there?Dozens?several hundred?

Most of the cultivators are just young disciples in the Qi refining and foundation building stages, and they don't have the power to fight at all.

But those mortals are tens of thousands, densely packed.

Seeing this, Jinwu finally understood why such two parties could go to war.

In those armies of mortals... men, women, young and old, there are all kinds of people. If you scan them with your spiritual sense, you will find that most of them belong to the people who have not yet lived their lives, and there is no big crime or evil in their fate.

Such ordinary mortals can't move for the immortals who have really ascended and are close to ascending.

There are too many causes and effects, and the future is unpredictable.

Immortals in the heavens can point out and help the descendants of their own sects, but they cannot interfere in mortal affairs. Immortals who are close to ascension stand on the wire line one by one. One wrong step is the difference between half-step ascension and direct fall .

What's more, it's not all mortals' fault that things can develop to this point. The root of the disaster lies in the cultivation world.

The Golden Crow was flying above the clouds. At first glance, it was really hard to detect. The sky was not dark yet, so it was not difficult to hide.

He hovered slowly somewhere, and his consciousness was like an invisible thick fog, falling gently and slowly, sweeping away all the living creatures near the ground, including dead bodies.

Use this to find someone.

Someone who may well have been involved, or... forced to be involved here.

During the long search, blurred fragments came to mind uncontrollably.

All the clips are about Lin Zhongyuan's death.

died in front of him.

Turned into ashes, turned into spar, or dripping with blood, or scattered, or even no bones left, thousands of arrows pierced through the heart.

It was like the deepest and most horrific nightmare, which made him breathless but hard to stop.

He never knew that he would be like a mortal, and it would be so difficult to 'stop thinking about one thing'.

As long as Lin Zhongyuan is not in front of him, he cannot stop.

Not long ago, he also had a nightmare like this.

In the dream, he flew high in the sky as he did before, covering the ground with his spiritual consciousness, looking for someone who left without saying goodbye.

Then he found it, he stopped in front of an ordinary stall, and asked the goose seller if a handsome fairy came here just now.

Jin Wu vaguely felt in his dream that this was wrong, he should have found Lin Zhongyuan right here.

But the stall owner in the dream shook his head and said, how could he come here to buy things? The person you are looking for is dead.

Just the day before you came here, you died suddenly, what a pity.

When Jinwu woke up, he smelled the aroma of sesame paste. Lin Zhongyuan was holding a sesame paste sesame cake with a piece of meat and a fried egg inside, and it was delicious.As the memory gradually came back, he realized that it was just a dream, that he had found him, that he was alive and well, that he could bargain, and that he would try to find an ordinary big white goose to raise and play instead of him.

So, I should be able to find it this time, and if I can't find it, it's just a nightmare.

In short, it will not be the real past life.

Thinking in this way, Jinwu finally found Lin Zhongyuan's position, and swooped over without hesitation.

On the cliff, there is an area that has not been affected by the flames of war.

There is no war from the mortal world, but there is a silent internal struggle.

Standing in the center was a young man with a long sword in his hand. His white clothes were blood-stained and his hair was loose. He looked a bit embarrassed, but his back was still straight and he refused to bow his head.

The turbulent aura was like an invisible chain, wrapping around his body, making his breathing difficult.

And the six or seven monks standing around him were not having a good time.

Their cultivation bases are not low, but in terms of realm, they are far behind. They have suffered minor or serious injuries. The defeat should only be a matter of time.

If it wasn't for their opponent who happened to have an old illness.

The long sword in his hand was like a rainbow, but his fingertips trembled imperceptibly, his heart was moved by demons, his spiritual veins were damaged, the pain was like slender thorns piercing into the meridians of his body, and even the wounds on his body were numb.

Then a voice came from behind, "What are you doing?"

His back stiffened, and there was a moment of guilty conscience on his murderous face just now.

Turning around slowly, what was revealed was the face that had appeared in Jin Wu's mind countless times, it was Lin Zhongyuan, but not Lin Zhongyuan.

To be precise, it was the 'problem-only face' that he had made with his own hands in front of Sanbai.

But this body is still the original body, not a substitute, nor a fake.

It should be easy to use some secret method.

"I……"

Lin Zhongyuan didn't say anything for a while, and his breath was stagnant because of the original appearance of the Golden Crow in front of his eyes.

Jin Wu didn't wait for him to answer, his eyes passed him first, and scanned the people who surrounded him one by one.

He appeared too suddenly, others might not recognize him, but these few people recognized him, so they were very afraid at the first moment, they didn't dare to approach rashly, and they were not willing to escape just like that.

Because at the beginning, it was these people who jointly planned to lure the Golden Crow to appear with a scam, trying to cause him to fall.

Warm hands held Lin Zhongyuan's wrist, Jin Wu frowned slightly, "They hurt you?"

Lin Zhongyuan curled his lips, a little dissatisfied, he hesitated and said nothing, Jin Wu took the conversation again and asked, "You are avenging me."

This time, it's not a question sentence.

Only then did Lin Zhongyuan feel that something was wrong.

The Golden Crow in front of him... seemed different from the usual Sanbai.

But when he felt it carefully, he couldn't tell what was the difference, was it his temper?But she looked quite calm, speaking speed?Demeanor?

He couldn't help but want to justify something, his intuition made his eyelids twitch wildly, and he said indiscriminately, "I have a heart demon, and it's normal to do this occasionally, I..."

Subconsciously, Lin Zhongyuan concealed the truth.

In the past few days, he ate, drank, lived and raised on Lingxu Peak, and Sanbai took good care of him, and he hasn't touched the demons for a long, long time.

His life was as stable as a fake, and he almost forgot all the missions, systems, and plane crises in a trance, as if he was really just an insignificant monk in this small world.

But he is the best in the ruthless way.

He is the host in the space of the main god, and a passer-by in this plane.

He is Lin Zhongyuan, he needs the points here, he needs the people in this world to live, not to die together.

He is the only monk who knows all the truth.

Lin Zhongyuan knew that this day would come, but he never expected that he would be caught by the Golden Crow again and again.

This plane seems to be difficult for him, as long as there is something that he doesn't want the Golden Crow to know or see, the Golden Crow will definitely appear in time.

He lowered his head and thought, I just have a little selfishness.

Those who practice the ruthless way cannot have too much selfishness, so the inner demon manifests its own existence after a long absence, causing him pain all over his body.

The system is willing to shield him from these pain sensations, but if he only shields the pain sensation, the remaining soreness, like the itchy feeling of being bitten by insects and ants deep in the bone, is more likely to drive people crazy.

Maybe it was influenced by the inner demons, Lin Zhongyuan's mind was in chaos, and he couldn't even do what he was good at lying and fooling for a while, and he couldn't think of any suitable excuses to explain why he appeared here and why he said no He avenged the Golden Crow and the world without hesitation.

Jin Wu stood by his side, lightly embracing his arms, secretly supporting his slightly shaky body, and there was a smile in his voice,

"You are avenging me...Lin Zhongyuan."

He seemed to have never heard this voice before, and it seemed to be very familiar. Lin Zhongyuan's scalp was numb when he heard it, and he didn't dare to look up at his expression.

I always feel that Jinwu seems to be very angry.

The scorching flame rose from the ground, and instantly turned into seven golden dragons, tightly covering the square inch of the cliff, and went straight to the injured monks.

The pupils of Jinwu's eyes were slightly condensed, and the unrestrained strength made the ground under his feet soft and melted. "Fix it early, and go home early."