All Aliens Say Yes [Quick Transmigration]

Yuan Zhen walked slowly towards the Shafeng area in the cave, and stood at a distance from Shafeng.

The wind is an invisible thing, but the cry of the cave reminds the people who come to this cave all the time that there is something here that makes the cave tremble.

Yuan Zhen circulated her spiritual power to wrap her arm, and then slowly stretched out her arm.

In reaching forward, he felt as if his arm had passed through an invisible wall.Inside the walls is the world of wind that devours flesh and blood.

The wind can blow open the flowers in March, can blow off the leaves on the branches, and can also scrape away human flesh and blood like a knife scraping fish scales.

Even though the spiritual power wrapped the arm, Yuan Zhen's arm was cut like a knife, and it felt like it would be blown by the wind in the next moment.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Yue saw that Yuan Zhen didn't comprehend the sword moves on the wall like other monks, but was here in a daze facing the evil wind.

"I want to know how this wind is formed. Since it appeared in the cave where the immortal ascended, there must be a reason." Yuan Zhen looked serious.

Hearing Yuan Zhen's question, Wang Yue smiled and said, "I can only tell you that this wind is not deliberately set up by our Wang family to prevent outsiders from entering the cave to observe."

After Wang Yue finished speaking, she glanced at Yuan Zhen who was still studying Shafeng, and turned to leave.

For Yuan Zhen to ask this question, he looked at it differently.

This sword cultivator who was only in the Qi refining stage, at the beginning when Gasser came to participate in this evangelism meeting, Wang Yue looked down on him.

However, he would not bother to care about such a small sword repairer.A monk in the qi training period is rushing to die, and he has nothing to do.

He didn't know what Yao Zhu'er wanted to do with these sword cultivators, so he could only speculate that it was not a good thing.His wife doesn't discuss everything with him. As a husband, he has failed.

For Yao Zhu'er, he violated the precepts of his ancestors, disregarding the concern of his relatives and friends, and giving Yao Zhu'er what he wanted.

After Yao Zhuer asked him to hold an evangelism meeting, the whole family was opposed from top to bottom.

"I only have five years, you just follow me." Yao Zhu'er begged with tears.

Ever since she got married, Wang Yue had never seen her smile all day, and she was out of her mind all day long, not knowing what she was thinking.When the child was crying, she watched from the sidelines.The child fell down in front of her and reached out to hug her, but she was indifferent.

Wang Yue also felt very sad when she thought of the young girl who was full of vigor and desperate for cultivation in the past, but now she has become such a dying and lifeless look.

This woman has been his friend for many years, and she once fell in love with her heart. When she was rejected after confessing her love, she received an invitation.

He has no way to abandon the love of his children, he can only hide it in his heart.But going to longevity together is also a good idea.

Not until one day, but backwards and forwards.

Bamboo shoots have worked hard to take root in the ground for many years, waiting for one day to emerge from the soil and go straight to the sky.

But who knew that in the first year unearthed, the bamboo blossomed.

Before that happened, Yao Zhu'er had started to make plans for the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Stage, but all the preparations came to naught.

"Okay, I promise you." Wang Yue said, "However, no matter what you do, the child is innocent."

From that day on, Yao Zhuer seemed to be a different person.

She started to make up and dress up, talking and talking with people around her, and her eyes, which were like a pool of stagnant water, became full of vitality.

For children, she also tries to be a mother.Feed it and teach the child to walk.

Sometimes, she will fulfill her duty as a wife to him.

She seemed to have turned back into the Chilian fairy in Xianshui Pavilion who worked so hard for everything.

Wang Yue knew that all of this was an illusion, like a flash of light.

Even so, he has no regrets.

When the woman looked at him, the only ashes-like light in her eyes seemed to be extinguished at that moment, leaving this hopeless world.

Even for the sake of the child, he hoped that she would be happier in her last days.

It's a pity that the missionary meeting couldn't let her get what she wanted.

The Wang family has studied in this cave for hundreds of years, but they have not comprehended the mysterious meaning of the swordsmanship left by their ancestors. How can these swordsmen comprehend it in such a short period of time here?

If there is such a person, I am afraid that only an innate swordsman can do it.

In this world, is there such a person?

From Wang Yue's mouth, we know that this evil wind is not artificially created, so it is very likely that it was formed when Wang Wenquan, the ancestor of the Wang family, ascended.

After making such a guess, Yuan Zhen calmed down and used her spiritual sense to feel what secrets were hidden in the wind.

The five senses of monks are stronger than ordinary people, and it is easier than ordinary people to understand the truth and origin of things.

But in this evil wind, Yuan Zhen couldn't feel anything else.

There is only wind, which comes from nowhere, comes from all directions, and stops for no reason.

Since his realm is limited and he can't comprehend the secrets in this wind, he might as well use his mortal body to feel the horror of this wind.

Wind is invisible, but the damage it brings is real.

Stop turning the spiritual energy far away, Yuan Zhen instantly felt as if something in the wind rushed to his arm.

Like countless cats, slowly licking his arms.The sharp barbs on the cat's tongue scratched his skin, and every time they were added, a layer of flesh and blood was scraped away.

Then a huge suction force pulled him into this horrific wind.

In the fierce wind, Yuan Zhen was like a tree without roots, letting the strong wind rage.It was lifted from the ground by the wind, and then fell hard again.It's like a group of wild beasts in the wind, holding him as a ball, tossing and playing.

The dust-removing shirt that Lin Zhi bought for him was quickly torn by the wind, and it was shredded into strips and hung on his body like mop strips.

There were wounds on the neck, chest, and arms, and blood slowly oozed out.

Not long after, his eye sockets, nose and mouth, and ears were also bleeding.

Lin Zhi knew that, as the protagonist, Yuan Zhen would not die here, but seeing more and more wounds on his body, Lin Zhi still couldn't help worrying.He even blamed himself for not buying a better cassock for Yuan Zhen.

Lin Zhi: "The world of self-cultivation is really cruel."

Gao Da: "He's still good, he has something to give up. How many people have given up everything, and in the end they didn't improve their cultivation, not to mention, and they even spent their lives with them."

"Is this sword cultivator insane?" A melon-eating sword cultivator couldn't help but marvel when he saw Yuan Zhen's crazy appearance.

"Hehe, I thought there was something strange about the wind. When I first started practicing, when I saw some strange vegetation in the wild, I thought it was some kind of spiritual plant from the ancient gods." An old driver who was watching the excitement sneered.

"Let's try it out. There is nothing to lose, and the sword cultivator is not afraid of pain. If there is something strange in this wind, it will make a lot of money." This sword cultivator is probably also a newcomer, and he has no understanding from the sword manual. What happened, I also want to learn from Yuan Zhen and try it in the evil wind, what if the blind cat meets a dead mouse!

Many people had the same idea, and after hearing what this Mengxin said, they eagerly joined the ranks of testing Shafeng.

Yuan Zhen didn't have the time and energy to pay attention to the behavior of the people around her.

All his energy is now focused on the wounds on his body.

As a sword cultivator, he soon realized that the wounds that the wind brought to him were all sword wounds.

It is a sword that is extremely fast.

After receiving hundreds of sword wounds in a row, he could vaguely feel the direction of those swords.Combining the sword skills taught to him by the bamboo hat man before, he found that those sword wounds were all caused by that set of sword skills.

Feeling the sword marks on her body, Yuan Zhen seemed to see that in the long past, there was a person here, waving the long sword in his hand.

That speed is faster than the flapping of a bee's wings.

That strength is as steady as a monk knocking on a wooden fish.

That figure was strange yet familiar.Unknowingly, Yuan Zhen drew out the sword behind her, imitating the posture of the person in the image, and began to dance.

Shafeng, the sword energy that the man left here, has not disappeared for hundreds of years.

The sword cultivators around looked at it and were dumbfounded.

Is this person going crazy again?It is still necessary to comprehend the inheritance of the immortal from this evil wind.

Wang Yue also had a look of disbelief.Not all of the sword manuals left by the ancestors when they ascended were engraved on the walls, and some core moves were taught by the previous Patriarch himself.

The swordsmanship used by the person in front of him included several moves that only the Patriarch knew, and some moves that he had never seen before.

This sword cultivator named Yuan Zhen really comprehended the swordsmanship left by his ancestors from the evil wind?

Over the past few hundred years, they have also specially studied the evil wind, guessing that it may be the sword energy left by their ancestors when they ascended.However, facing the sword energy for hundreds of years, they have not gained anything.

In his generation, he basically gave up.

Is this person really an innate swordsman?

Yuan Zhen practiced for ten days and ten nights in the fierce wind, as if she was tireless and did not know the passage of time.

Yuan Zhen became more and more familiar with the sword energy in the evil wind.

When he swung his sword, he could even feel where the next sword energy would come from, what kind of posture the man used to create this sword wind, and he could even feel that when the man used a set of combos, What state of mind is it?

His moves seemed completely out of order, but it made those sword repairers feel panic.

"Fighting swords against him, if I don't consider my cultivation, I can only make three moves." A sword cultivator exclaimed.

"Three tricks? Bragging!" The other sword cultivators didn't believe it, and said contemptuously, "I don't think you can beat even one trick."

"I think the other two tricks are kneeling and begging for mercy."

……

Ten days later, the group of sword repairers suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The howling ghosts and howling wolves in the cave suddenly stopped.The sword in Yuan Zhen's hand also stopped, and she fell to the ground motionless.

His sword was broken in two and he lay on the ground.

During Yuan Zhen's ten days of sword practice, Fang Qin has been quietly guarding by the side.Now after Yuan Zhen stopped, he rushed over to check Yuan Zhen's situation immediately.

"Gu'er, you are great." Fang Qin inspected Yuan Zhen's body and said comfortingly.

Looking at the quiet cave, Fang Qin didn't know what to think of, suddenly smiled, as if whispering to another person: "He has learned your sword skills, you don't have to worry about it."