[Quick Transmigration] White-eyed Wolf Cultivation System

A month later, a huge green dragon roared out from the Mingyuan Gorge.

If it was in the past, the officials and people in Chu would have shouted miracles and bowed to the sky, but today, no one has the leisure to look up to the sky.

Without seeing it with their own eyes, they would never know how badly the monks' war would affect the mortal world.

The mountain ridges are split, the rivers are pouring back, thousands of miles of starvation have been starved, and there are many ghosts.Floods, earthquakes, sky fires, plagues that erupted with countless dead people, demons that come looking for the smell of bloody corpses...

Occasionally, a skinny child looked up with frighteningly large eyes, and after a while, he lowered his head feebly.

The vision in the sky is far less attractive than the grass roots and bark to fill the stomach.

In purgatory on earth, blood is flowing.

"This is too, too tragic..."

Ma Sanqing stared down at the tragic scene on the ground, in contrast, sitting on the sky made him feel as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Brother Rong," Ma Sanqing, who was familiar with him for a month, changed his address, "Do you know what's going on?"

Xie Ci's robes were littered, and he clenched his hands with a complicated expression, "...the real devil was born."

These... have nothing to do with him.

Luo Yunzhou has come to this day, and he has to bear more than half of the responsibility for his resignation.

Xie Ci patted Jiuyi's corner and said, "Let's land first and see."

Jiaolong groaned, and a moment later, a group of three walked into this dilapidated small town.

The small town is located at the junction of Chudi and Yunmeng. It was originally a city developed by water transportation, so it was more seriously affected by floods and plagues.Nine out of ten households in the city are empty, and the rest are the old, weak, sick and disabled who have no strength to escape. Swelled and festered corpses can be seen everywhere on the street, and only a few numb and dull living people can be seen occasionally.

The stench is mixed with howling and moaning, a living hell on earth.

The three remained silent, and the more they watched, the heavier their hearts became.

"Let's go," Jiuyi broke the silence and said in a low voice, "You can save one or two, but you can't save the whole city."

"Wait a minute," Xie Ci shook his head, pointing his finger to the side, "Look at what they are going to do."

Not far from them, there was a group of ragged, yellow and thin people walking in one direction, including men, women, old and young, supporting each other.They followed behind those people not too far away, and after a short walk, a small square appeared in front of them. It was probably a meeting place in the city, but now it has been occupied by the victims of the disaster.There is a row of sheds on the edge of the square, and there are people below who are busy making porridge and boiling medicine. When they got closer, they turned out to be acquaintances.

"Fang Zhinan?" Xie Ci was slightly surprised, "Why are you here?"

The group of rescuers were Yishuier Cangshan sect disciples, and the leading young man in green clothes was Shu and Fang Zhinan, the chief disciple of Cangshan sect.

Fang Zhinan's face was haggard and his eyes were dark. He didn't seem to be having a good time. When he saw Xie Ci and his party, the three of them were taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly came up to salute and said, "Senior Rong, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"You..." Xie Ci looked him up and down, "What's going on?"

Although it is close to Yunmeng Lake, it is not that close to the Cangshan Sect. Even if he wanted to provide disaster relief, he shouldn't have come to such a remote town as the chief disciple.

"Senior must also know," Fang Zhinan said in a low voice, subconsciously biting the skin of his cracked lips, "A month ago, Mobei Buluo City rebelled, and the heads of the remaining five great immortal sects... are all missing."

Xie Ci jumped in his heart, "No one came back?"

"Yes." Fang Zhinan said bitterly.

"Then you Cangshan..."

"Cangshan faction," he smiled wryly, his eyes darkened, "it's gone."

***

Ma Sanqing and Xie Ci parted ways after leaving the city, Xie Ci and Jiuyi didn't dare to stop for a moment, and rushed to the Kunlun faction.

According to Fang Zhinan, Yunmeng Cangshan School and Huashan Xiaotian Palace were breached by the demons within a month. not very clear.The orthodox monks were caught off guard by Luo Yunzhou's thunderous wrist, coupled with Buluocheng's rebellion, the cultivation world had already been broken up before they could form an alliance.

Xie Ci knows that Kunlun will not last long.

The rising progress bar has exceeded 85% and is approaching 90%.

As for the safety of senior brother and junior sister Lu...he didn't dare to think about it.

When he landed in front of the Kunlun Mountain Gate, Xie Ci almost staggered. If Jiuyi hadn't immediately transformed into a human form to support him, he would have almost lost his footing.

"Trash, the injury hasn't healed yet, what can I do."

Xie Ci shook his head palely, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine."

Before leaving Mingyuan Gorge, he had a dialogue with the system.

[Host, do you know what you are doing? 】

【I know. 】

[Whether you succeed or fail, it will not end well.do you understand? 】

【……clear. 】

【Then you still insist on doing this? 】

【Yes. 】

[Then I wish you luck. 】

The system simply ignored him after finishing the last sentence, probably giving up on his useless host.

Xie Ci smiled, but did not regret it.

Since the death of Xie Ci in the 21st century, he has lived in this system mission for almost 200 years.Looking back, the memory of the first life has been blurred. Sometimes when he thinks about it, he will be horrified to find that he can no longer remember what he used to look like.

He has lived three lifetimes under someone else's cover, devoted himself to the mission in each lifetime, made unforgivable mistakes in each lifetime, and ruined some people's lives in each lifetime.

But he didn't care about it before, these worlds were just a bunch of data to him, but to the people living in that world, they were a living reality.

Like him, they are all living people with love and hatred, not mission targets or NPCs.

Just like Luo Yunzhou in this life, if he hadn't deliberately guided and indulged him, and then thrown Luo Yunzhou into the hands of Lord Cangwu, if he could really care about this child, it would not be for the completion of the task but for his sake Given his life considerations, Luo Yunzhou would never get to this point no matter what.The son of luck in this world is about to destroy the whole world.

Hope he didn't catch it too late.

Then for the last time, it is time for him, a wimpy man who has lived for 200 years, to do something that should be done.

Xie Ci turned his head and glanced at Jiu Yi, this arrogant old monster was obviously worried about him, but still mocked him with a sullen and indifferent face, it was really awkward.

Xie Ci couldn't help but smiled and said, "It's really fine, let's go."

Jiuyi supported him, and muttered with a stinky face, "Tsk, don't make it sound like I'm worried about you."

"Yes, yes, you are not worried about me. I am just being sentimental."

"Hmph, you still have some self-knowledge."

To their surprise, the Kunlun Sword Sect was not attacked by the demons.Although there were some monsters harassing at the foot of the mountain, it was not a big deal, and it did not cause substantial damage to Kunlun at all.

As soon as Xie Ci appeared, a group of Kunlun disciples rushed forward like chickens.

"Uncle Rong!"

"Uncle, you are finally back!"

"Brother, it's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

"Old Hen" Xie Ci patted one to comfort the other, picked out a familiar disciple and asked about the situation.

The young man, who didn't know whether it was Yan Qing's No. 20 or 22 apprentice, said that a month ago, the master Yan Qing and Junior Sister Lu suddenly lost contact.However, as the demons invaded the realm of self-cultivation, various sects were attacked one after another, and calls for help came flying like paper cranes and snow, Kunlun finally couldn't sit still.

The top management finally realized that something big happened.

The strange thing is that while other sects are being invaded massively, Kunlun is as quiet as a chicken. If the nearby villages and towns were not attacked by monsters and spread to Kunlun Mountain, it can be said that this is the only place in the entire continent that has not ignited the flames of war.

This is very strange, and Kunlun's position in this war is also very embarrassing.There is no way, the Kunlun Sword Sect, as the largest sect in the cultivation world, has no reason to sit idly by in the face of other sects' requests for help and interrogation.The higher-ups gritted their teeth and sent several batches of elite sword cultivators out to fight the fire. Gradually, only four out of ten of the strong combat power in the door remained.

But this demon world has been planning a war for an unknown number of years, and it still hasn't stretched out its claws on the Kunlun Sword Sect.Cangshan was destroyed, Xiaotian Palace was destroyed, the situation of Lihuo Palace and Dongfang Clan was unknown, and when all the people in Kunlun were panicking, the second sea-settling needle besides the master Yan Qing, Junzi Jian Rongzheng, finally came back at this critical juncture up.

This is really sending charcoal in the snow and the arrival of the magic soldier. No wonder everyone saw him with tears in their eyes.

Xie Ci went back to Yunliu Mountain to retreat for a day and a night. After leaving the customs the next day, he announced his decision to everyone——

Recall all out-going sword cultivators. If other sects seek Kunlun's protection, Kunlun welcomes their refuge.

Six days later, the Penglai Dongfang Clan fell.

Ten days later, the Lihuo Palace in the South China Sea fell.

Half a month later, under the scolding of everyone in the cultivation world, the Kunlun Sword Cultivator, who went out to fight and survived, brought all the monks who were willing to defect to Kunlun and returned to Kunlun Mountain one after another.

However, Kunlun's combat power still has not returned to its peak state.

One month later, Xianmen, the last giant remaining on the mainland of China, finally ushered in an inevitable war.

"Senior... can we win?" Fang Zhinan's eye sockets were sunken, but the two eyeballs were amazingly bright.

Xie Ci smiled slightly as he looked at the gradually forming formation at the foot of the mountain.

"We have to win."

The author has something to say:

emmmmm... Do you think you can win?

Obviously... not necessarily.

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