Mie Shiwen's male protagonist can read minds [Quick Transmigration]

A piece of news has been passing by people's ears recently.

In the mundane world, a country was slaughtered, and the people in the country died miserably. No one escaped, and the stench of blood rose to the sky. Some monks learned that they went to find out, but before they arrived, they were forced by the thick blood that blocked their breathing. Have to back again and again.

Too thick, too smelly, and lingering with resentment.

After a few more days, this place will become a place of evil spirits, breeding ghosts and ghosts, harming people's lives.

Several elders with higher cultivation bases joined forces to seal it, until the resentment was gradually purified in the formation, and no one could be allowed here again.

As for the murderer, it was probably an inhuman Moxiu.

It's like an anecdote, and there is no more after the last sigh.

The world is gloomy, and massacres of cities and clans happen at any time. The difference this time is that the clan city has become a country with countless people.

That's it.

Compared to this, Dengxian Road a few years later will attract everyone's attention even more.

The ladder of ascension to immortality has been broken, but this does not affect people's fanaticism for monks in the secular world. Climbing the immortal road is already superior to ordinary people.

As for the end, it is not their turn to worry.

Three sects, six sects and nine small mansions,

The pride of heaven gathers in Hongmeng.

Hongjianzong has a detached position in the world of cultivating immortals. He is famous for his swordsmanship, eradicating evil spirits and defending the righteous way. He is a well-deserved leader of the righteous way.

Before each battle, Hongjianzong is the one who plays the vanguard and the rear. Fighting across the ranks has always been the strong point of the sword cultivator. His strong strength and thousands of years of foundation are enough to shock Xiaoxiao.

Being famous for swords does not mean that Hongjianzong only has sword cultivators. The terrifying background fully supports all kinds of orthodoxy. If you want to, you can always find your own way in the sect.

Once the road to immortality is opened in 200 years, it is the only chance to completely connect the world of cultivating immortals and the secular world, and it is also the only chance for mortals to jump over the dragon gate.

Ascension to Immortal Road is a trial space created by an ancient power who became an immortal from a mortal at the cost of an immortal body. No one has the same content of the trial, but they have tested their talents in all aspects as much as possible.

The various sects gathered in one place, and they could see the reactions of everyone on the Ascension to Immortal Road. They made some calculations in their hearts, and those with outstanding talents were assigned a home early on.

There are two conditions for entering Dengxian Road.

The bone age must not exceed twenty, and one must have spiritual roots.

The conditions are very loose, but the chances of finding a teenager with a spiritual root in the mundane world where the aura is turbid is pitifully small.

There are tens of thousands of test takers, and only a few hundred teenagers who can climb the fairy road in the end, and only a few dozen of them finally reach the top after brushing down one after another.

Yan Shuo looked up and saw that the phosphorite protruding from the cliff was getting sharper and sharper, and a flesh and blood body would be torn to pieces if it wanted to climb.

Abdomen, thighs, soles of feet, and fingers.There are countless wounds caused by the phosphorite scratching, the skin has long since festered, the texture inside has almost turned into a meat paste, and the flesh and blood are falling off in fine pieces.

A hoarse laugh came from Yan Shuo's throat, with a strong sense of irony, he glanced indifferently at the unrecognizable fingers, and pressed heavily on a piece of phosphorite on it with a strong sense of ferocity.

He doesn't seem to have the feeling of being stabbed hard with his fingers. Yan Shuo's face covered by hair can be seen how handsome he will be when he grows up in the future. His sword eyebrows are sharp and cold, and his dark eyes are like deep pools that cannot be observed. Occasionally, a trace of madness is hidden before it is revealed.

This, can, true, is, too, has, meaning, thought,!

Every time Yan Shuo took a step up, he sneered in his heart.

The emotions of world-weariness and violence in the chest are constantly rolling, and the strong desire for destruction surges up crazily layer by layer. The bloodthirsty impulse almost overwhelms the reason. Back to some sanity.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up again, as if he was calculating the length of the journey, with a pained and happy expression on his face.

The representatives of the sects watching Dengxian Road felt inexplicably cold, knowing that this young man could not see them, but there was a feeling that he had crossed the barrier of the barrier, and looked at each of them slowly and coldly.

Compared with the pain, he seems to be enjoying the feeling of these pains.

Yan Shuo is now number one on Dengxian Road, so naturally he has attracted the attention of all the sect representatives, but if he said that a young man who has not yet entered the Tao will give them such a feeling, it is really hard to say.

Xia Miaolu of the Red Phoenix Faction covered her face and smiled, her charming eyebrows were raised, and her tone was relaxed: "This little guy is really not afraid of pain, he has a bit of ruthlessness in his bones."

As soon as the female voice came out, the slightly quiet atmosphere suddenly became noisy.

Bi Yinzong Wen Nong turned the jade flute in his hand, and after it rested firmly in the palm of his hand, he slowly opened his mouth, his eyes swept across the young man in the water mirror, and said: "He has a good heart, but he is not suitable for playing an instrument. "

As soon as these words came out, the other party's possibility of joining the Biyin Sect was already cut off.

The rest of the people were not as direct as Wen Nong, they found other topics and started chatting without talking too much about Yan Shuo.

Wu Xin, the Buddha of Zen Buddhism, turned the beads in his hand, and suddenly said: "This young man is a good young man who can practice swordsmanship."

The lively atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and everyone looked at the empty seat with different expressions.

Xia Miaolu blinked and said with a smile: "The people from Hongjianzong haven't arrived yet, are you going to recruit new students from this batch of disciples this time?"

Danxin Pai Fan Dun yawned, changed his posture and said after sitting, "This chair is a bit hard."

Seeing the eyes turned to him in the arena, Fan Dun squinted his eyes and smiled lazily: "Don't be in a hurry, it will always come."

Xia Miaolu's bare hands changed positions as if unintentionally placed on her lips, and her fingertips lightly touched the red lips. Coupled with her charming face, she was like a banshee who was incapable of hiding and charming others.

It's a pity that the monks here are more difficult to provoke than the other, and they never took a look at her changes as if they were nothing. On the contrary, those disciples with lower cultivation bases accidentally looked at her and looked like they were taken away.

As soon as Wu Xin's rotating beads stopped, the soul-captured disciples heard a Buddha's name in the depths of their minds and suddenly came back to their senses, knowing that they were not enough to be calm and secretly ashamed.

Xia Miaolu put down her hands and laughed happily.

At this moment, Wen Nong squinted at Shui Jing.

The expression on the young man's face was excited and expectant. If one didn't look at the slightly terrifying wounds on his body, he was no different from those young men who were seeking immortality in previous years.But the indescribable aura on his body made him look a little bit-garish.

He straightened up a little, and said in a cold tone, "He's reached the top."

Fan Dun looked up, knocked on the chair, leaned back and smiled: "The little guy is talented, do you have any ideas?"

Representatives of the entire world of cultivating immortals are here. They may not be regarded as top-notch people, but they are not existences that can be underestimated at will.

In other words, the future fate of these teenagers on the road to immortality is all in their minds. No matter how outstanding the talent is, it is just empty talk.

Yan Shuo lay on the ground in embarrassment, every part of his body hurt, but he was at a loss.

Opening his eyes and looking at the disfigured hand, he clenched his fist, and the pain became numb.

How did he get here?Why have no memory at all.

Feeling tired, Yan Shuo's eyes turned black, but someone seemed to be talking in his ears, like a voice from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't join Hongjianzong."

Many monks watched the young man comatose on the summit with cold eyes, and had no intention of removing the barrier. Most of them were still hesitating with pensive faces.

The talent of the young man is really high, the will of the previous experience is firm, the resourcefulness is also high, and he has his own sense of proportion in advance and retreat.

But in the last link, it seemed as if there was no pain, and it made people feel like a different person for a few moments. It was hard not to think too much about being so ruthless to oneself.

A wind rose from the sky, and the sound of swords pierced through the air.

Everyone raised their heads abruptly, their expressions slightly condensed.

People from Hongjianzong came.

The author has something to say:

Soon they will find out that it's not because they are resourceful, but because they are completely black-hearted