Natural Fishing [Quick Transmigration]

Sure enough, there was something Hill wanted on Desolate Star.

From the day he learned everything, he had already planned everything.

According to ancient records, there is an extremely prosperous blue star in the far east of the universe, which contains unimaginable power, which can change the world and destroy the earth.

In the interstellar era, paper books are already scarce, and only rich people have a few volumes. The ancient book in Hill's hands may be the last volume in the world.

This is destiny.

God showed him the way to leave the world.

Naturally, he should also take responsibility.

"Warning warning, there is a huge fluctuation in luck in the world of W01——"

"Warning warning, there is an abnormality in the W01 world——"

"Warning, W01 World Fate Son Hill is trying to escape from the world—"

The aircraft hit the transparent dome again and again, and every time the starship hit the dome that imprisoned the world, the starship would split apart. At the end of the collision, dense cracks like spider webs spread all over Hill. aircraft.

He lowered his eyes and stroked the aircraft silently for the last time.

This is his favorite aircraft, and it has been with him for many years.

The energy of the aircraft is about to be exhausted, and the power of Hill is gradually withdrawn.

However, the movement of the aircraft hitting the transparent dome did not stop.

Hill's voice was cold: "This damn..."

For those who want to trap him, he will never let the other party do what they want.

If you want to absorb the luck from him, you have to have your life to take it.

"Sorry, Bruce."

Bruce is the name he gave to this aircraft. This old friend who accompanied him for many years will disappear because of him today.

The mechanical voice flickered in the flight cabin: "Master—for you—for you—death—is Bruce's—glory."

"Master, you are—a great hero."

The mechanical sound is even mixed with crackling electronic sounds, "Bruce, I will always follow you."

This is a sentence that Bruce will say in countless battles - "Bruce, I will always follow you."

In those years of swords, swords, fire and silver armor, Bruce has been by his side.

Cracks appeared on the transparent dome, and the aircraft, which was small but did not weaken its vigor, slammed into the dome again with a bang.

The dome shattered like fireworks, and at the same time, the aircraft also shattered into pieces.

And the last thing Bruce can do is to push Hill out of this world with the last bit of strength.

The dome was shattered, and the voices of people talking faintly came from the world:

"It's strange, why do I feel a lot more comfortable in my chest?"

"Are you feeling uncomfortable in your chest recently? Me too. I just saw a doctor two days ago."

Bruce's mechanical voice continued intermittently: "Master... don't look back, go quickly."

In the distant Black Tower, many people were mobilized, and they rushed towards this direction while chatting.

"The air transportation in the W01 world was suddenly interrupted. What's going on?"

"I heard that the son of luck has escaped?"

"Escape? Why did the Child of Destiny escape??"

"Let's not talk too much, we have to catch the mastermind before he gets angry, and we have to repair the dome. If we don't finish repairing it, the luck of transportation will be greatly reduced."

Hill looked back at the world for the last time, his ink-like brows and eyes moved slightly, but his expression was as firm as ice.

Before the pursuers came, he hurried into a strange world.

Before he even had time to take a look at what the world looked like, he had already lost consciousness.

The child of luck will definitely be hit when he leaves his own world.

Hill lost consciousness.

In front of the Xiaoyao Taoist Temple in Xiaoyao Mountain, the white-robed Taoist priests who were brushing and practicing their swords were suddenly interrupted by a voice.

One of them looked up at the sky. In the dark sky, a shooting star flashed across the sky, leaving a brilliant trace in the dark night.

A still young Taoist priest was stunned, and hurriedly pulled the elder brother beside him, pointed to the sky and said: "Eldest brother! Look at the shooting stars in the sky!"

The elder brother he was talking about looked up at the sky, and frowned slightly when he saw the direction where the meteor fell.

He patted the little Taoist priest and ordered: "I'll go and tell the master, the rest of you continue to practice swords."

In the Taoist temple, the spirited Taoist priest with a white beard stroked his long beard, and said after listening to his apprentice, "Tu Shan, you said that the meteor fell in the Ten Thousand Demons' Cave?"

The old Taoist pinched his fingers and counted again and again, the pale and long man frowned slightly, "I haven't counted any vision yet."

Tu Shanye nodded slightly, "Since there is nothing wrong, the disciple will leave first."

But the old Taoist suddenly called to him, "Tu Shan, do you still remember what my teacher told you?"

"Master, you said, I am the disciple who has the most hope of becoming a god, let me stay away from the red face, and don't be stumbled by the red dust."

The old Taoist stroked his beard in satisfaction, "You just need to remember. Go down first."

Tu Shanye walked out of the door, and there was a faint sound from inside the door: "How could this be? It didn't count the birth of the demon star, but the movement of the red luan star."

In the Ten Thousand Monsters Cave.

When a meteor crashes into a painting, the light shines so brightly that it can drive back all the spirits within a hundred miles.

The light was full for an hour before the painting returned to normal.

Just looking at the painting again, there is already a faint fluorescence.

There was an extra figure in the painting, like a fairy figure, and countless people became curious to look at the painting after all the visions disappeared.

In the painting, the whole body of the beauty is as delicate as white porcelain, with three thousand black hairs hanging down to her waist. All the people who went there couldn't help looking at him obsessively, as if they had lost their souls.

The person in the painting has no expression, and the cold and indifferent expression is far better than the bright and beautiful beauty.

Ten thousand years passed with a flick of a finger, and the word "yaohua" spread in Wanyao Cave, and finally spread throughout the Three Realms.

It is heard that a painting of a demon has fallen from the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, the light is extremely bright, and the beauty in the painting should be the number one beauty in the Three Realms.

Fairytale.

So in these ten thousand years, countless people rushed to Wan Yao Cave to see the beauty's true face.

There are rumors that the beauty is so beautiful that everyone who has seen it has been turned into bones.

There are rumors that there are countless treasures and ancient books in the painting, and any of them are unparalleled in the world.

Rumor has it that the one who wins the demon painting wins the world.

Inside the Taoist Temple.

The aging white-haired old man stroked his long beard, "Tu Shan, after you go down the mountain and recover the demon painting this time, you can take over the affairs of the sect when you come back."

"Master, I..."

The old Taoist shook his head and said, "Tu Shan, my teacher has done a fortune-telling for you. You are not only destined to become a god in this world, but the secrets of heaven must not be revealed. You should not refuse."

Tu Shanye nodded helplessly.

He was tall and straight, dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe, and his stern face was actually still faintly youthful.

This is also the reason why the old Taoist priest let him go down the mountain.

If you don't go down the mountain and don't join the world, you will never be able to see through the world of mortals.

No matter how many scriptures you read, you can't get the truth given by Hongchen.

Tu Shanye changed out of his Taoist robe, put on his ordinary clothes and went down the mountain with his saber.He had never been down the mountain before, so it took some effort to find the Wanyao Cave.

It was already night when he Yujian arrived at Wanyao Cave.

The sky was mixed with black, and there was a thin figure on the mountain path.

Tu Shanye walked forward quickly, not daring to be abrupt, so he could only call out: "I am watching Tu Shanye in a leisurely way, do you know where the demon painting in Wanyao Cave is?"

That person probably didn't expect that someone would come to Wanyao Cave and ask such a question in a daze. He turned around slowly, and a face as cold as a meticulous painting was exposed in front of Tu Shanye.

He stared at the man in white for a while, and then asked, "What is Xiaoyaoguan?"

Tu Shanye is usually not good at words, so he can only answer one by one: "Xiaoyao Temple is a temple on Xiaoyao Mountain, and the people in the temple are cultivators."

"Oh, so you are a cultivator?"

Tu Shanye nodded.

The beautiful young man seemed to be more and more interested, "Then you came to this Wan Yao cave to subdue demons?"

Tu Shanye nodded.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm a ghost, a ghost, who dug out your heart and ate your flesh? The ghosts in the Ten Thousand Monsters' Cave love the flesh and blood of a Taoist like you the most..."

Tu Shan shook his head, "You don't have any murderous intent. Besides, with my strength, no ghost can hurt me."

The beauty looked at Tu Shanye up and down, although her eyes were cold, it made Tu Shanye inexplicably uneasy, and finally said slowly: "You are so interesting."

"Tu Shanye, I remember you."

Tu Shanye continued to speak, "Then may I ask your name?"

The beauty slightly hooked her lips, her face as cold as frost was like a flower.

He suddenly disappeared, only the voice remained: "I am the painting demon you plan to capture."

"As for my name? I'll tell you next time we meet."

His voice gradually decreased, leaving only a faint reading: "Tu Shan...Ye? Such a strange name."

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