Big brother is as beautiful as scum [Transmigration Book]

The long road to comprehension determines how far a person can go. Apart from one's own aptitude, what kind of exercises one practices is also crucial.

Even if it's a waste material, can the waste material who practiced the heaven-level skills be the same as the waste materials who practiced the rotten street skills?

——Of course, everyone present didn't think of themselves as useless, so the heaven-level exercises that were close at hand and easily available seemed even hotter.

There was no need to be urged by others. After realizing the value of the scroll in his hand, all the disputes stopped, and everyone looked at the golden characters with fascination.

The great benefits knocked them out of happiness, and they didn't even have time to think about why such rare heaven-level exercises in the cultivation world appeared together here.

Although there are many people entering the Immortal Palace, there are even more scrolls in the room. Since there is something behind each scroll, everyone has a relatively tacit understanding. Each of them lifted a picture from the wall and couldn't wait to start practicing. stand up.

For a moment, the noisy room was so quiet that even a needle drop could be heard.

Everyone held their own picture scrolls, quietly practicing according to them.

Only Ziling walked lightly, and accompanied the junior sister who was stabbed just now to choose among the remaining paintings—this junior sister wanted to see Lie Xinxi just now, so that she let out a low voice. The character Danqing, who was a little far away, was directly torn off by a monk standing nearby, and began to practice on the spot.

Now that others have started to practice, she naturally can't get close to it, but the characters on the painting are really good. It's inevitable that she will be a little upset when she looks at other pictures, but she also knows in her heart that the heavenly skills are rare. After Ziling accompanied her to read all the remaining scrolls in the room, she took another picture of orchids, and began to watch and practice a little bit aggrieved.

After solving the junior sister's problem, Ziling unfolded the hibiscus picture that had been put away early in the morning, found a place, and observed it carefully.

Ziling chose a position close to the door, and sat sideways. There happened to be a stone pillar in front of her, not other people. Therefore, Ziling, who was gradually fascinated by the subtlety of the exercises in her hand, did not pay attention. I realized that what happened to the first group of people who devoted themselves to cultivation...

The exquisite exercises in front of him are like poppies that lure people into sinking. A monk in brown robes is flushed, looking excitedly at the characters shrouded in a thin layer of golden light.

The more I read it, the more I couldn't help but want to practice it; and the more I practiced, the more I discovered the subtlety of this exercise.

It really is a heaven-level exercise that lives up to its reputation. Compared with this one, the mysterious-level exercise that he originally practiced, which took a lot of effort to acquire, was instantly reduced to scum.

As time passed bit by bit, there seemed to be a flame burning in the dantian, and there was a hearty sense of pleasure all over the body.

After running the exercises for a week, it is obvious that the original barrier has loosened slightly.The brown-robed cultivator couldn't help but a flash of fire flashed in his heart. He had been trapped at the peak of the late stage of foundation establishment for more than ten years, and he still had no chance to form alchemy. Such an effect.

A wave of ecstasy rushed to my heart.

As expected of a heaven-ranked technique, it really is extraordinary.

As long as you have this, why don't you worry about enjoying the worry-free fairyland and achieving the grand ceremony in the future.

The black eyes were full of flames, and the eyes looking at the picture scroll became more and more hot.

Not wanting to delay for a second, he couldn't wait to start practicing the second layer.

The brown-robed monk, who was full of joy and devoted himself to it, didn't see it. After he closed his eyes, there was a flash of red on the characters covered by golden light...

After Jing Li and the two stepped into the palace, they didn't see any other people.

The entire palace was eerily silent.

Except for the footsteps of the two of them, there was no other movement.

Looking around, the interior of this palace is the same as the exterior, gorgeous and exquisite, beautiful without a trace of fireworks, unlike ordinary things.

The two walked along the way, and did not encounter the traps they imagined. Compared with the underground palaces and inheritance places they had experienced in the past, the unimpeded flow here can be called the conscience of the industry.

However, the more there is no twists and turns, the more vigilant Jing Li and Wen Renyi are.

Along the way, I saw the doors of many rooms open, and the shelves or tabletops inside were empty. I thought, those who came in first had already taken away everything that was in the room.

Wen Renyi turned his gaze around one of the rooms, twitched the corner of his mouth inexplicably, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

"A bunch of idiots."

Jing Li glanced at him, but did not refute.

In fact, he also felt that those people owed a lot of IQ and became the hardest-hit area—not to mention that they were suddenly brought here inexplicably from the tragic situation of being beaten by the black dragon.

In other words, the doors of all the treasures in this palace are almost open, and they can take whatever they want. Even if there are some small troubles occasionally, judging from the traces left on the scene, they are all solved very easily. It's a good thing that the pie in the sky is falling, and no one is suspicious.

Jing Li couldn't help but rolled his eyes in his heart and shook his head.

"Let's go."

In the spacious studio, there are groups of three or five, or a single piece, and the entire room is divided into countless small pieces in a well-organized manner.

Everyone is concentrating on cultivation, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

In a corner deep in the studio, the face of a cultivator who is progressing the fastest has been stained with a layer of red. Big beads of sweat are continuously dripping from his temples, and a deep incision is engraved between his eyebrows. The robe on his body was bulging, and the spiritual power in his body was circulating rapidly, obviously he had reached a critical juncture.

But the golden light was no longer on the picture scroll that was placed in front of him, instead it was replaced by a layer of sticky and ominous scarlet.

But the monk closed his eyes tightly and didn't feel anything.

Suddenly, a dark green waist-shaped thing that looked somewhat similar to a broad bean, but more than twice the size of a broad bean shot out from the sticky layer and sank into the monk's dantian.

All of this happened too fast, and it ended in a blink of an eye.

The cultivator only felt a sudden vibration in the dantian. After looking around, he didn't find anything wrong. Instead, he found that there was a faint sign of a breakthrough in the originally unshakable barrier...

The same scene happened one after another in every corner of the room.

Those dark green things silently entered the dantian of the monks present, but did not attract anyone's attention.

After a long time, suddenly a person covered his head in pain and let out a mournful cry.

However, everyone around was at a critical moment, and no one paid attention to it, even the fellow disciple who was closest to him only frowned, but did not open his eyes and stood up.

The disciple's face suddenly turned purple like a pig's liver, the veins on his face were bulging, and his expression was painful and ferocious.After the eyes, which were tightly closed due to the great pain, were opened, a layer of red mist enveloped them, cloudy and dangerous.

The disciple tilted his head, his head and neck were bent into a strange angle, which was obviously painful, but a strange arc suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"!—"

The brother who was closest to him was decapitated before he understood what had happened. Warm blood splashed all over the ground, half of it fell on the scroll beside the corpse, and half of the assailant's clothes The horns are stained.

The strong smell of blood finally made some people wake up from their frenzied cultivation.

What came into view was a unilateral killing.

There are a few unlucky ones who were the same as the one who was murdered first. Before they understood what happened, they went to hell in a daze.

Those people who woke up knew it was wrong and wanted to get up immediately, but the exercise was at a critical juncture, if they stopped at this point to stop the murderer, they would really hurt the enemy one thousand and themselves eight hundred.

Therefore, for a while, no one took any action.

Although the assailant struck fiercely, for some reason, his body was so stiff that he looked like a corpse. Not only was his movement slow, but when he walked, he didn't even bend his joints.

Suddenly, a few more people opened their eyes, and they were the ones who practiced the exercises the fastest. For some reason, their eyes were also covered with a layer of red mist, but they did not behave like the perpetrators. Start the killing ring.

He just bent down and grabbed the scroll on the ground, and stood up.

Many light-shaped tentacles suddenly protruded from those portraits, engulfing the person holding the painting. In the blink of an eye, those people disappeared in place together with the painting scroll.

When Jing Li and the two came to the door of the studio, what they saw was a population that had dropped by more than half compared to the one outside the palace—half of them were sent away together with the scrolls, while the other half were dead. , the dead body was on the spot.

The originally elegant studio room seemed to have been painted with a layer of red paint, which was pungent and sticky.

At this time, no one has the heart to cultivate anymore—although self-injury of eight hundred is painful, compared with this serious injury and his own life, it is insignificant.

After the cultivator suddenly started killing for some unknown reason, several people showed common symptoms one after another.

And the remaining ones who have not been teleported away, after waking up, they saw that their former classmates suddenly became irrational executioners who only knew how to kill. While heartbroken and puzzled, they could only endure the pain and try to stop their brothers and sisters. /The evil deeds of junior sisters.

However, those murderers look stiff, but they are so powerful that they can directly tear people alive...

Ziling was heartbroken and couldn't understand why her well-behaved junior sister suddenly lost her mind, and indiscriminately killed the fellow seniors and sisters around her one by one. At this time, only the two of them were left in the entire Biqing Pavilion. people.

Ziling was so sad that she couldn't help herself, but she couldn't help but raise her sword to greet her, but in her heart, she couldn't help but hope that her junior sister would wake up.

Most of the cultivators who had to face each other in the past had the same thoughts as Ziling in their hearts, always thinking that maybe they could return to normal.

Unfortunately, he/they are doomed to be disappointed.

Those who lost their minds and were completely reduced to walking killing machines, not only did they not recognize their relatives, but they were also extremely powerful, and their bloody aura was extremely terrifying.

Seeing that the junior sister who is not well-cultivated on weekdays, although her body is stiff, has repeatedly dodged his attacks, but she is gradually falling behind in the fight, dwarfed by comparison.

A trace of anxiety flashed in Ziling's heart. At this moment, seeing that his life was about to be threatened, the unrealistic fantasy in his heart finally dissipated, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

Pulled out a flower-shaped jade hairpin from her head, and urged it with spiritual power, intending to unseal it.

It's just that although the female disciple of the Biqing Pavilion has lost her sanity at this time, subconsciously, she has a special impression of the flower-shaped jade hairpin, and there is still a trace of fear in her heart, knowing that she can't let this thing get close, so she stretched out her hand to strangle it Ziling's throat suddenly exerted force between his fingers, intending to kill him directly before the other party unsealed.

Although he is a monk, except for physical cultivation, most of the monks are not physically strong. Ziling is also a female cultivator. Leaving aside her spiritual power and cultivation, after being strangled by someone's throat, she only felt that the eyes of her eyes There were bursts of blackness, humming began to appear in the ears, and the consciousness was gradually fading away.

Could it be that he was going to die here?

Moisture suddenly appeared in Ziling's eye sockets, a drop of crystals slipped from the corner of his eyes, and landed on the arm that strangled him, but he couldn't recall the hesitation of his former classmates.

Ziling struggled unwillingly, but felt that her hands and feet were as soft as cotton, and she had no strength.

Master...

"!—"

A sword cry.

A muffled hum.

The strange force that was exerting violence on the neck suddenly disappeared, and Ziling, who had been lifted up, lost her support, and suddenly her feet went limp, and she fell to the ground directly, covered with blood all over the ground, and put her favorite piece of clothing on her body. Her clothes were extremely brightly dyed, but she was in no mood to care about them.

Covering his neck, a series of coughing sounds continued to escape.

Footsteps are the body of the perpetrator split in two.

Lifting his head slowly, he saw two figures, one pink and one black, walking towards the door.

On the long sword held in the hands of the first man, a string of blood beads was rolling down.

Ziling, who survived the catastrophe, stared wide-eyed, and tears rolled down from the sockets uncontrollably, as if he was wronged and at the same time felt relieved.

"Brother Jing Li..."