Scum Transformation Game [Quick Transmigration]

The surrounding fog became more and more dense, and the visibility was extremely low. Except for the small piece of land under his feet, Lin Xuan could hardly see anything.

I can't see it, and I can't check it with my spiritual sense. Everything is based on my own guess.

Maybe this is a valley, maybe a grassland, maybe a desert abandoned in the sea of ​​time?

Really couldn't tell what was going on here, Lin Xuan could only walk slowly along the white line on his wrist that was looming in the thick fog.

I don't know how long I walked, but the surrounding area is still surrounded by endless thick fog, and the road ahead does not know where it leads, as if it is endless.

After walking alone for a long time, I felt more and more empty, flustered, and uncertain——Lin Xuan didn't even know if he was really alive, or was this just his fantasy?a nightmare?

Lin Xuan suddenly understood why such a calm and persistent uncle had a demon here and failed to cross the tribulation.

Because the anxiety of being abandoned by the world and the panic of doubting one's own existence are more terrifying than anything else.

But he hasn't seen his uncle yet, so he can't get lost in this nothingness.

Lin Xuan pinched his palm hard, reminding himself to stay focused, silently chanting his uncle's name in his heart, and strengthening his belief.

——The uncle said that as long as he is in his heart, he will come to him.

No difficulty can stop them.

After walking for a long time, Lin Xuan didn't know how many ten thousand steps he had counted. Suddenly, the place where the rope was tied on his wrist felt a scorching heat, and a small golden light shone on the rope.

The light was extremely tenacious in the thick fog, at first it could only illuminate a few inches square, but slowly, the two or three meters of thick fog around Lin Xuan was dispelled by the light.

Lin Xuan took a closer look and found that he had been walking on a small path made of bluestones, which looked a bit like an interior.

Since it is indoors, there must be an exit.

Accompanied by the light on his wrist, Lin Xuan became more determined and moved forward.

Walking all the way, the thick fog cleared, Lin Xuan looked up, and a door appeared at the end of the road.

When he got closer, he saw that it was a carved maroon wooden door with a pattern of birds facing the phoenix carved on the wooden door, and two golden door knockers were shining.

phoenix?

The uncle has the blood of Fengniao, does this mean that his uncle is behind the door?

Without hesitation, Lin Xuan pushed hard towards the wooden door with both hands.

"Squeak—ah—" a dull voice sounded, the wooden door opened slowly, and Lin Xuan stepped in.

As soon as he entered the door, Lin Xuan only felt that his eyes were dark, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a lush forest in front of him.

The air is fresh, the mountain springs are gurgling, the birds are chirping, the sun shines through the leaves and casts mottled light and shadows on the soil, and all kinds of birds and beasts shuttle freely in the forest.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but smile at such a beautiful and natural scene, it's great.

At this moment, a person came from the depths of the forest.

It was a child, only seven or eight years old, with handsome features and a serious expression. He was wearing an ordinary cloth shirt and carried a small sword on his back.

Lin Xuan was shocked, this is the uncle!

Even though the child in front of him was only seven or eight years old, he was sure that this was his uncle.

He was a little confused, what's going on?

Did he go back to the time when the uncle was a child or did he see what happened to the uncle when he was a child?

In the next moment, there will be an answer to this matter.

The little boy walked past Lin Xuan as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't seen him, he searched left and right, found a big rock by the stream, nodded in satisfaction, sat cross-legged, and began to practice.

Lin Xuan walked a few steps, and he was not far away from the little boy. He couldn't help reaching out to touch the little uncle, but no matter how hard he tried, what he grabbed would always be air.

...Obviously, what Lin Xuan sees now is the past of his uncle.

He is like an outsider, watching a memory kill.

Soon, the scene in front of him seemed to be fast-forwarded. The little boy had a firm heart and practiced alone in the mountains and forests. He was not afraid of wind and rain, and he was never lazy. , and then practiced in a manner.

The little boy soon grew into a teenager. On this day, two people wearing Taoist robes came to the forest, one old and one young.

Lin Xuan saw sharply that the young man was his master.

It turns out that when the master was young, he was still a little fresh meat!

The white-bearded old man should be his master who is already in the immortal class.

The master master stopped his uncle who was still a young boy, invited him to enter Zizai Sect, and accepted him as an apprentice.

The uncle agreed, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times to pay homage to the teacher on the spot.

Lin Xuan could not help but raise the corner of his mouth.

——The little young master uncle is also a chicken thief. He can see that the master master is a capable person, so he immediately worshiped his master.

At this time, Lin Xuan's eyes were dark again, and the scene ahead changed again.

Appearing in front of my eyes is the practice field of my own sect's Po Dao temple, my uncle is already in his current appearance, dressed in white, looking very good-looking, and he is discussing Taoism with his master.

Two people come and go, no difference.Master Zu stroked his beard and looked at them kindly.

The sun and the moon are changing, the sea is changing, and Lin Xuan once again feels the strong fast-forward of the picture, hundreds of years have passed.

When the screen stabilized, the master uncle was practicing in seclusion, waiting to cross the catastrophe and become a fairy.

His incomparably handsome facial features are as exquisite as a painting, and his strong spiritual power inspired Lin Xuan who was watching.

Uncle Shi's expression was calm, his eyes were lightly closed, and a faint golden light radiated from his whole body.

This is an important characteristic of being about to break through the realm.

The sky outside the cave changed drastically, dark clouds rolled, lightning appeared frequently, and thunder was about to fall.

Lin Xuan subconsciously clenched his palms.

With a loud bang, a dragon-like sky thunder descended, directly smashing the cave that the uncle found temporarily into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the second thunder struck, stronger than the first.

The uncle sacrificed the magic weapon, which barely blocked the thunder.

The thunder from behind became more and more ruthless, splitting Wangyou Mountain full of holes, and my uncle was also bruised.

In order not to implicate the brothers and sisters, the uncle jumped into the Valley of Illusion after resisting thirty or forty thunderstorms.

Many of the outer and middle layers of the Unreal Valley are barriers formed by divine power, which will not affect the outside after receiving the thunder.

At this time, the uncle had already spent half of his life, so he could only use various magic weapons to protect himself against the thunder.

But the magic weapon is not easy to refine, and the number is limited; the sky thunder is getting more and more violent, and as time goes by, the uncle has used up the last magic weapon.

There are the last two thunders.

The uncle, who was lying in a pool of blood, stood up tenaciously again. He wiped off the blood on his face, and drew out the divine power of the phoenix bird on his body to cast the last layer of defense for himself.

Fortunately, he resisted the No.80 thunder. Unfortunately, he became unconscious and crashed into the innermost layer of Wangyou Valley.

In the innermost layer, the uncle stumbled forward and finally stopped in front of a big stone.

The surface of the stone was very smooth, and there were many pictures on it. The uncle stared at those pictures blankly, his eyes widened, and there was a very complicated expression in his eyes.

His attention was distracted, and the golden light of defense on his body gradually disappeared.

At this moment, the last thunder fell, destroying the sky and destroying the earth. The uncle and the place were instantly razed to the ground.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes, tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes.

He saw the pictures on the stone, there were him and Master Wang, and him and Brother Duan on the pictures.

The uncle saw his previous lives, memories appeared, and there were concerns and bonds.

With a single thought, demons arise.

It turned out that he was the one who caused the master uncle to fail the robbery and endured such great pain.

Lin Xuan's heart was twisted together, and it was painful.

He squatted down, covered his eyes with his hands, and cried bitterly.

Tears slid down the fingers and onto the wrist, soaking the white thread, and the golden light suddenly burst out, Lin Xuan couldn't help raising his head.

In front of him, another door appeared.

The door this time turned out to be a modern iron door.

This door, which he is very familiar with, is the west gate of the school next to their college male dormitory.

It is rusty and often locked with several iron locks. The doorman is a thin old man.

He has climbed through that iron gate countless times, sneaked out in the middle of the night to play games, go to the bar to watch football, and... have a room with someone.

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand, but he didn't dare to touch the door.

Even though he knew it wasn't true, he still hesitated.

Behind this door is his unforgettable, unforgettable youth.

Lin Xuan stood in front of the door blankly for a long time.

Finally, he mustered up the courage and pushed open the door.

Because, the uncle and the truth are waiting for him at the door.

He can't back down, he can only move forward.