About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

Yu Yao, are you leaving? So suddenly? "You Shuangjiang covered her mouth in disbelief. Zhu Molan pursed her lips and looked at him silently. She had already noticed Yang Yuyao's plan. She even guessed that Yang Yuyao was not just leaving. But she didn't have much qualifications to go. She couldn't say anything about him. Although she played the role of an elder during these days of traveling with Yang Yuyao, Zhu Molan knew very well that she was not the kind of elder who could persuade him to change Yang Yuyao's plans.

"Do you have to leave?" Zhu Molan asked after sighing. Yang Yuyao nodded. Then Yang Yuyao felt his wrist being grabbed hard. Yang Yuyao's body trembled and he tried to pull his hand back, but nothing happened. But he couldn't get rid of the hands that held his wrists tightly.

"Fengzhi, let go of my hand." Yang Yuyao turned to look at the boy who was already as tall as him and said. Boys of Li Fengzhi's age grow too fast. In addition to the rapid increase in height, his bone appearance also changes. He quickly shed his tenderness and became more and more handsome. But in the eyes of this young man who looked more mature, there were tears flowing and tears that were about to overflow.

"Yu Yao, please take me with you! I will try not to hold you back, I will try my best to help you, please take me with you!" Li Fengzhi prayed, his tears began to burst, It kept falling. Although none of the women present cried, and it was Li Fengzhi who started crying, which seemed strange, Li Fengzhi was indeed only a fourteen-year-old boy, the youngest one here. Even in this world where the average person gets married and starts a family at the age of fifteen or sixteen, a fourteen-year-old is still regarded as a child.

"I said from the beginning that I will leave at any time." Yang Yuyao turned his body to face Li Fengzhi and said, "You have your life, and I also have mine. You can only walk the road of life by yourself. , everyone else is just a passer-by in life. You and I have been on a journey together, so it’s time to separate. Besides, if you don’t go with a beautiful girl, if you follow me all the time, others will really treat you like a broken sleeve. "

"It doesn't matter if it's regarded as a sleeve-cutting fetish, I..." Li Fengzhi lowered his head and said, tears still flowing, but he still reluctantly slowly released his hands that were holding Yang Yuyao's wrist. He didn't want to let go, But if he doesn't let go, Yang Yuyao will definitely use other methods to make him let go. Li Fengzhi knew that he could not keep Yang Yuyao. Perhaps affected by Li Fengzhi's emotions, You Shuangjiang, who was sad to say goodbye but not ready to cry, couldn't help but start crying. Yang Yuyao, who felt his head was heavy, sighed, feeling that the situation would get out of control if he didn't leave, so he took out two space rings and stuffed them into the hands of Li Fengzhi and You Shuangjiang respectively.

"The resources in this ring given to you should be enough for you to use for several years. Shuangsheng's, well, is an empty space ring. This will make it much easier for you to carry things. Senior Zhu will provide your cultivation resources. I It's not good to interfere too much. Well, Senior Zhu, what kind of gift do you want?" Yang Yuyao, who really couldn't think of a parting gift to give Zhu Molan, turned to ask.

"No, since you call me senior, I should give you a farewell gift instead of you giving it to me." Zhu Molan smiled and shook her head in rejection. "Besides, you already gave it to me, didn't you?"

"Well, everyone, I'll say goodbye." Yang Yuyao said goodbye to the few people who had briefly gathered with him, and then turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the sky.

At this time, in the Lingxiao Sect, Taoist Chizhu took screenshots of the messages Yang Yuyao sent him, mosaiced the names according to Yang Yuyao's request, and sent them to the Immortal Alliance group. The activists who were still chatting in the Xian League group exploded after reading the contents of these screenshots. They all began to use various methods to call other people in the Immortal Alliance group who were temporarily offline to check the information.

He Qianqing felt upset. He had been looking for Yang Yuyao since Yang Yuyao gave him tranquilizing pills and left while he was asleep. However, the boy he loved so much seemed to always find his position as they got closer and closer, and throw him away again. Such annoyance even made He Qianqing not want to check Xunlian news, but with a hint of hope, He Qianqing still opened Xunlian every day to see if anyone informed him of Yang Yuyao's whereabouts.

When He Qianqing saw that the new message was from the Xianmeng group, he planned to turn off the Xunlian light screen. Yang Yuyao was very careful. Although he was still in the Xianmeng group, it was impossible for him to send messages in the group. Therefore, He Qianqing has not checked the news of the Immortal Alliance Group for several days. Even the news that Wanyezong, which had colluded with the demons, was completely liquidated, he only found out about it when other people sent him private messages. But something went wrong today. He Qianqing decided to open the Immortal Alliance group to see what news had been updated.

The person who sent the message was Taoist Chizhu. He sent several screenshots. The screenshots were chat messages between him and another Taoist friend. The Taoist friend described it in an extremely objective way without any personal emotion. They were attacked by ghosts in a small country called Yangguo. After the incident, they investigated and learned that an evil cultivator was using the bodies of babies and fetuses to cultivate ghosts, but accidentally released these ghosts. led to this catastrophe. It is also accompanied by a record written by the evil cultivator himself, as well as a rubbing of the evil cultivator's face using clay.

All the information about the fellow Taoist in the picture was mosaic, even the title of Taoist Chizhu was not spared. However, He Qianqing felt his heart beat faster when he read these words. He firmly believed in his heart that this was a message sent to Taoist Chizhu by the boy he was familiar with.

He Qianqing felt a burst of ecstasy, but then he felt worried that such a thing had happened to the other party. Although this written record, like an academic report, does not have many descriptions to describe the scenes at that time, He Qianqing was still able to get a glimpse of those scenes at that time.

"Xiao Yao is indeed in a foreign country! But why didn't he reveal his whereabouts to me when he contacted Taoist Chizhu? Why did he just avoid me? Obviously I am his master!" He Qianqing felt jealous. , I thought to myself tastefully. However, he quickly adjusted his mentality and did not let jealousy affect his thinking. The complaints in his heart could not help him bring his boy back.

"He was in Huacheng, but he has probably left now, but he should still be in the surrounding area. I have to chase him immediately, otherwise he will disappear again." He Qianqing thought to himself, ignoring the other monks in the group. After a crazy discussion about this matter, he turned off the Xunlian light screen without hesitation and rushed towards Huacheng.

At this time, Yang Yuyao paused temporarily in a dense forest. He didn't know why he always seemed to go into the woods after coming to this world. It might be because the ecology of this world was so good that a large number of primitive woods were preserved, or it might be that the dense vegetation had a strong effect of blocking his sight. In short, as soon as Yang Yuyao landed, he staggered a few steps while holding his chest, then fell to his knees and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He took a deep breath, and the sweet smell of blood filled his mouth. The air entered his lungs through his trachea, but it was like breathing in a bunch of knives, which cut him painfully. Yang Yuyao raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled to himself.

"I'm almost turning myself into a masochist..." He is not obsessed with pain, nor does he have such a special preference, but after fighting the ghosts for a whole night without being injured, he had to hurt himself. This forced the main god who was eyeing him back.

Now Yang Yuyao has speculated the reason why Zhengxin and the evil cultivator called "Mei Lang" by the girl from Hongxiang Tower disappeared. It is obvious that it has something to do with the main god who installed the system into his mind. By reading the files cracked by the time travel system, Yang Yuyao figured out that the purpose of this main god was the luck of the world. It has great ambitions and plans to directly target those who are extremely lucky.

It's just that it mistakenly chose Yang Yuyao as its sword, and underestimated Yang Yuyao's persistence and concern for its primary target, He Qianqing. This young man would rather endure the pain of being punished for disobeying it than give in at all. . Ultimately forcing it to find other options. And this other method is to take away the luck of other dead monks.

Yang Yuyao didn't know how the monster did it, but it obviously had a way to cut off the luck of the dead without doing it himself, and use it to repair itself and quickly regain its original strength. The time when those monks began to disappear was almost consistent with Yang Yuyao's feeling that the monster was getting stronger quickly.

The death of Zhengxin and the evil cultivator greatly increased the strength of this main god, to the point where Yang Yuyao could no longer fight against it. You can only temporarily scare it away by self-mutilation until you are half dead. Although the monster was much stronger, it still had to cling to this body, so Yang Yuyao's body could still serve as a cage to trap it for a while.

But this time is too mysterious. Even if Yang Yuyao tries to deduce it, he can't calculate the result. Yang Yuyao knew that this was because the guy's status was much higher than his own, and he couldn't pry into the other person's fate. But his cage is not strong enough, and now that guy may have the opportunity to turn against the guest at any time. Therefore, Yang Yuyao believes that it cannot be delayed any longer.

"I originally thought that by solving that garbage system, I could get rid of this so-called Lord God and live without any scruples." Yang Yuyao thought to himself, "Sure enough, I still overestimated myself. A person who can forcibly bring a soul to another The existence of a world, even if it is already on its last legs, cannot be easily shaken by a rookie like me. However, there should be no problem in paying a sufficient price to delay it for a while..."

"It's not a big deal. I should be content. Originally, I only had a few days left to live in the original world. Now I have lived like this for at least one more year, and I can be loved by my master without reservation... But I still feel bad. Even if I destroy my own container, I can only... In this case, I might as well pay more to make that guy feel more uncomfortable." Yang Yuyao thought in his heart, but he had completely made up his mind.

Yang Yuyao stood up holding on to the tree trunk beside him, and then began to walk slowly and seemingly casually in the woods. However, in fact, he was looking for a suitable location to set up the formation. As he walked, his body stagnated, and his bright eyes suddenly lost their sparkle. But he soon recovered again, but his face became paler and his steps became more unsteady, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

"Sure enough, it must be completed as soon as possible..." Yang Yuyao thought silently as he regained this body. There wasn't much he needed to do anymore. Even though he had been avoiding this ending, Yang Yuyao had already made sufficient preparations for it.

He Qianqing: Fellow Daoist Zhang, is the monk who sent you the information about the Huacheng incident my disciple Yang Yuyao?

On the way to Huacheng, He Qianqing suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He opened the Xunlian light screen again and chatted privately with Taoist Chizhu. He didn't understand why Yang Yuyao deliberately avoided him, but since it was likely that his disciple had just contacted Taoist Chizhu not long ago, he needed to further confirm his speculation from Taoist Chizhu's reaction. Of course, He Qianqing thought of the possibility that Taoist Chizhu would continue to help Yang Yuyao hide him.

Chizhu Taoist: It's him.

He Qianqing: Thank you.

He Qianqing turned off Xunlian's light screen again, and took out a small, exquisitely crafted metal box from his arms. At this time, others had already reached the sky above Huacheng, and here he opened the flat small box. There is a bunch of black and smooth hair that has been carefully sorted and tied with a red rope. This is the fallen hair that He Qianqing collected one by one every time he helped Yang Yuyao comb his hair.

He Qianqing carefully pulled out one hair, brought it to his mouth and blew on it. The hair then emitted an eye-catching golden light and flew forward. He Qianqing put away the rest of his hair and the small metal box, and followed the golden light to where Yang Yuyao was.

"I still have a lot of materials and magic weapons. It seems that I have to give a certain advantage to a monk. But the master can always keep up with me. He should have some magic that can accurately guide him to fly towards me. Maybe He will come here first..." Yang Yuyao stood in the formation he had set up, thinking wildly and being enveloped by the light. This formation was just to strengthen the backup plan he had already prepared. When the light of the formation dissipated, he could end it all.

Even if a monk in the Tribulation Stage does not have the talent for speed, his flying speed is still extremely amazing. Even for them, a country as big as Yangguo can fly over without even taking a breath. The only thing that can limit the flight speed of a monk in the Tribulation Stage is the speed of the guide.

However, Yang Yuyao is not too far away from Huacheng. Although he is now in the stage of transcending tribulation, his condition can no longer support him from flying too far. Therefore, under the guidance of He Qianqing's magic hair, He Qianqing discovered the dissipating formation light revealed from the gaps in the layers of branches and leaves much earlier than Yang Yuyao originally expected, and saw the light in his heart. A figure that I have missed for a long time.

"Xiao Yao, please teach me..." He Qianqing said excitedly, but he did not hug him immediately. He was afraid that his young man would be frightened by the sudden contact with others and run away from him again. However, when the young man who heard his voice turned around, the eyes that should have been extremely bright on that beautiful face turned dim. At the moment when He Qianqing was stunned by this, the young man suddenly summoned a black and white long sword that had never been equipped with a sword spike in his hand, and suddenly stabbed him in the chest.

He Qianqing looked at the face of the boy he loved deeply. He had experienced many battles and even forgot the most basic dodge. However, when the sword pierced his body and the sharp blade cut his skin and muscles, the blade obviously deviated from the fatal trajectory at the beginning.

"Master, I'm sorry..." Yang Yuyao, who rarely cried, shed tears. His eyes became bright again, and as he spoke, red blood dripped down the corners of his mouth. He did not expect He Qianqing to arrive so quickly, nor did he expect that the main god could seize control of this body again so quickly, just when He Qianqing arrived.

When he regained control of his body again, the sword in his hand had already thrust out, and the blade was less than a centimeter away from He Qianqing's heart. No matter how fast he reacted, he could only change the position of the blade in time to avoid it. Open deadly places.

Yang Yuyao used his spiritual power to withdraw the sword and flew back at the same time, putting a long distance away from He Qianqing. He stretched out his left hand and pushed, and his spiritual power condensed into a glowing bubble-like barrier, which blocked He Qianqing. Trapped in it and pushing him further away, preventing him from coming over and preventing yourself from attacking him again. Then Yang Yuyao hooked his right index finger, and the long sword that was retreating instantly turned around, and the blade flew towards Yang Yuyao himself at a faster speed.

Yang Yuyao withdrew his left hand that had released the spiritual power barrier, and then began to make secrets, activating the formations he drew on his body with special potions. Those formations emitted bright light blue light, showing a magnificent and elegant look on his body. Gorgeous texture.

"Xiao Yao! Stop now, don't hurt yourself!" He Qianqing shouted, trying to break the bubble barrier that trapped him. Although the barrier looked dreamy and fragile, He Qianqing was unable to destroy it for a while, until now , he suddenly realized that his precious disciple was already at the stage of transcending tribulation.

"Mr. Lord God, since you are so eager to gain control of this body, then don't leave." Yang Yuyao's lips moved slightly. He Qianqing couldn't hear what he said, but he was trapped in this body by the formation. But the weird-looking main god inside could hear clearly, "Let me use my soul to let you review your once extremely weak state again."

The monster made a cry that Yang Yuyao couldn't understand, but Yang Yuyao could feel its anger and fear. Yang Yuyao melted his soul and blessed it on the tip of the sword, because he found that only in this way could he really hurt that monster. Monster, the feeling of the sword piercing the heart was not as painful as expected. Perhaps he has been accustomed to the pain of his heart due to his previous experience with congenital heart disease, or perhaps the punishment of this monster further increased his pain sensitivity. .

It's just that... his increasingly blurred vision could still see He Qianqing's grief-stricken expression. He originally planned to die quietly, especially in order not to die in front of He Qianqing, so he kept hiding from him, but in the end, he still didn't escape. .

Yang Yuyao was increasingly unable to perceive everything outside, but for some reason his brain was extremely active when he was about to die. While others were looking back on his life in a flash, he kept coming up with all kinds of strange thoughts.

He thought that he suddenly hoped that it was true that the time travel system said that this body had no soul before his soul moved in. Otherwise, he would be extremely ashamed of the original owner of such a healthy body by destroying it like this.

He thought that if he had an afterlife, he hoped to be a rice bug who could eat when he wanted, sleep when he wanted, and surf the Internet when he wanted without working and without money to spend. Unfortunately, it seemed impossible for him to have an afterlife.

He also wants to...