Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Just a month ago, there was a sudden heavy fog in Wushan Town.

The white mist covered the sky and covered the town of Nuoda.

At first no one cared.

It wasn't until the light boards of the disciples who regularly visited Wushan Town went out that Wushan's monks realized something was wrong.

Wushan sent the elders to investigate.

Wushan Town is very small, but the elders didn't come back either.

And the fog was boundless and still spreading.

Three days later, the elder's light board also went out, but the elder tried his best to send back a message, and the fog could actually dispel the spiritual energy!

Wushan Town is already a land of absolute spirits, but the fog is still spreading outwards. Is the person behind the scenes trying to exterminate the monks in this world!

Wushan sent out a letter for help, and all the sects responded one after another, forming an elite team to explore in the white mist.

completely annihilated.

The ancestors on Wushan made calculations and found that if they want to break the current situation, they can only find the reincarnation of the gods in the sky. So they sent all the young disciples down the mountain in groups to find someone, and the elders with deep cultivation stayed behind. Live and die in Wushan and Wushan.

Ling Chan listened silently.

She knew the script, knew how the world would work, and knew that the white mist was written by Xue Xingchi... But originally, the white mist should be the disaster caused by the villain Xue Xingchi's blackening to the extreme.

The white mist that can melt the aura of the world is the nemesis of monks. Xue Xingchi wants no more monks in this world.

Junior sister Zhou Taotao was talking, her tears became more and more urgent, "The white mist in Wushan Town is spreading very quickly, seeing that it is about to surround Wushan, in order to let us go down the mountain, the elders did not know what method... ...The master exhausted his spiritual power because of this, and he sat down..."

"Senior Sister..." Zhou Taotao threw herself into Ling Chan's arms, grabbed Ling Chan's skirt, and whimpered, "Can we still go home? Is there still no mountain in this world?"

Ling Chan touched her face, she was only [-] or [-] years old with tender baby fat, she was Ling Chan's beloved junior sister when she was on the mountain, but now she has become the senior senior sister with the longest cultivation in the team , carried the team.

Zhou Taotao was young, but she should have guessed that the elders sent the young disciples away from Wushan, more to preserve the incense than to find the reincarnation of the gods.

Ling Chan hugged the young girl and said softly, "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine."

Zhou Taotao didn't know if she was right to look for Fu Yaoguang's name, but Ling Chan knew it very well.

Zhou Taotao found the right person.

Fu Yaoguang, the reincarnation of a god, and his unparalleled strength in the world, there is nothing he can't solve.

Ling Chan turned her head and asked Pei Ruomian, "Ruomian, why doesn't Master Fu Dao want to see Wushan monk?"

"I think they are noisy." Pei Ruomian looked embarrassed.

Ling Chan was speechless for a moment, she pulled Zhou Taotao, ran into the carriage a few steps, opened the curtain, and saw Fu Yaoguang with a cold expression inside.

Fu Yaoguang hugged his sword and wiped it carefully. He was either practicing or maintaining his precious sword every day. Ling Chan was used to it, but Zhou Taotao trembled for a moment because of the sharpness of the long sword.

"Master Fu Daoist," Ling Chan said, "We may have to change our course and go to Wushan."

Fu Yaoguang rebuffed, "I won't go."

Ling Chan raised her eyebrows, "Didn't you hear what we said outside?"

"I heard." Fu Yaoguang said lightly, "I'm not going to save everyone."

"Senior Sister..." Zhou Taotao grabbed Ling Chan's hand pitifully.

"Don't be afraid," Ling Chan patted her hand and said softly, "You go out first."

Zhou Taotao opened the curtain and went out.

Ling Chan made a decisive move and put up a soundproof barrier for the carriage, "Wu Shan and you, what kind of enmity do you have?"

"No enmity," Fu Yaoguang said coldly, "It's just that Wu Shan deceived my friend."

Ling Chan: "..."

"I was not bullied by Wushan," Ling Chan repeated, "I did something wrong, and I should be punished."

Fu Yao pursed his lips, and said, "I'm not for you, don't think too much about it."

He really wasn't for Ling Chan, Fu Yaoguang thought, if it was because he liked Ling Chan, he should obey Ling Chan's words and help Wu Shan out of the siege now!

He is not the kind of sweetheart who is loyal to a girl, and now, of course, it is not to avenge Ling Chan, but to express his dissatisfaction in Fu Yaoguang's heart.

"Why is that?" Ling Chan propped her chin, "If you are willing to speak out, the children of Wushan will do it for you."

"I won't go." Fu Yaoguang's face was light.

In the original world line, Fu Yaoguang readily agreed.

This also made Wushan's people gather around Fu Yaoguang and became his strength.

Now, Fu Yaoguang refused.

Ling Chan should also think of a way, how to take over Fuyaoguang's biggest power.

……

Although Zhou Taotao found someone, but this person was unwilling to go with them, Zhou Taotao panicked to death.

She wrote back to Wushan, asking for help from Wushan fellow disciples scattered everywhere.

Many, many people followed the address in the letter to the convoy.

Fengxin's speed is very fast, and the monk's speed is not slow.

However, within a day or two, the number of people in the team exploded by more than half.

When Ling Chan got up and changed her clothes, she saw a strange mark on her body.

She stepped out of the carriage and saw many Wushan disciples discussing the inexplicably extra marks.

Zhou Taotao rushed over, opened her sleeves, and showed Ling Chan the mark on her arm in panic.

Her small face was pale and her lips trembled, "Senior sister, everyone has this thing growing on their bodies. Some people suspect that it is because we have been in contact with the white mist... Senior sister, am I going to die?"

Ling Chan patted Zhou Taotao's back and said softly: "Taotao, don't be afraid, you are too nervous."

"I have it too, and I know what's going on."

Ling Chan summoned all the Wushan monks in the convoy and shared her news with them.

She stood on the stage and said loudly:
"Please don't panic, we don't know anything about this mysterious white mist, we don't know where it comes from, what it does... Now, with this mark, it is actually a clue to send Coming to the door!"

Ling Chan had seen this mark before.

"I saw this sign in a pastry shop in Wushan!"

"Snack shop?"

The monks in the audience looked at each other, unable to believe that the answer was so simple and rude.

"The owner of this pastry shop is Xue Xingchi, the Seventh Prince of Yongguo. Now, he is blatantly carving marks on us. He is declaring war on us! It's a letter of war! It's a provocation!"

"Are we afraid of him?"

"Our fellow sect died because of this, our master stood guard in Wushan, and our sect suffered heavy losses..."

"Are we going to shrink back and hold back in fear?"

"will not!"

Zhou Taotao red eyes, the first to shout loudly.

"will not!"

"will not"

"will not!"

Under the stage, the voices of Wushan disciples merged into a huge wave, trying to smash every enemy in front of them.

Fear and shrinking disappeared from their eyes, and Ling Chan ignited the raging fighting spirit.

"We will not be afraid! If he wants to fight, then come!"

Ling Chan's words were resounding, her eyes were cold and firm, like a Valkyrie in ancient mythology.

"Mountainless cultivator, never give up!"

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