The Guide to the Peak of Quick Transmigration

The tattered and blood-stained brown cassock on his body became even more dirty with the embarrassing roll.

The volcanic ash covered the whole body and face.

I was really disgraced, I couldn't help but coughed twice, and I sneezed because of the volcanic ash that choked into my nose, a lot of volcanic ash came out of my nostrils, and I wiped the volcanic ash that was choked into my nose.

Panting heavily, he moved his body towards the dwarf tree that was not far away, his legs couldn't use any strength, so he could only support his body with his hands. Climbing a few steps with arms propped up on the ground, it took a lot of effort to barely move to the side of the dead tree not far away, with his back leaning on the dead tree for support, and barely made himself sit upright.

With a wry smile, he looked at the blood stains left by the friction between his arms and the ground when he crawled over.

I didn't know what happened at all, I just fell asleep and was woken up by the thunder that shook the ground, and I didn't quite remember what happened.

But there are some strange refining formations and various refining methods in her mind, all kinds of strange combinations, which arouse her curiosity, and her hands are itchy. She always wants to find a chance to try refining. Try it out.

She hadn't figured out what happened, why she always felt like she had forgotten something important, and was hunted down by a bunch of people.

Although she has no memory, when she was besieged, she subconsciously used all kinds of magical weapons, spiritual weapons, and all kinds of insidious little magical weapons, which made those chasing her overwhelmed.

But no matter how she resisted and escaped, she was outnumbered.

The spirit pills in her storage bracelet that can replenish the original force are getting less and less, and the piles of all kinds of magical artifacts, small magical artifacts that can make people suffer dark losses, have also bottomed out.

She doesn't even have the original force to escape now, her legs have been severely injured, even if she takes the Broken Bone Shengjin Pill immediately, she may not be able to recover.

She couldn't remember how many days she hadn't closed her eyes, and she was hunted down day and night, as if the people behind her couldn't be shaken off or killed cleanly.

All the powerful spirit treasures on her body were used up, and her body was still at the end of its strength.

This volcano doesn't grow any grass, but it towers into the sky, the ground is flat, but there are dead trees everywhere.

This is probably where his bones are buried.

Trying to mobilize her original force, the muscles and veins of her body ached sharply, and her dantian seemed to be burned, which made her cough violently and choked up a mouthful of blood.

Only then did I catch my breath.

Isn't it a little unfair to die?

This continued to be hunted down day and night for 120 days, and she also knew the reason from the mouths of those people who were hunted down.

The reason is actually not too difficult to guess.

It's just that she, a money-greedy master craftsman, wanted to refine an artifact on a whim.

As a result, the news spread, and the refining of this artifact was just short of the last step, which triggered a catastrophe. Those people thought that the artifact was refined.

When she worked tirelessly to refine the divine weapon for an unknown amount of time, causing catastrophe, the so-called upright sect, as well as her friends, enemies, subordinates, Taoist cultivators, Buddhist cultivators, demon cultivators, demon cultivators, ghost cultivators... …

With her, a traitor in the master craftsman's palace, they invaded her crafting room together from inside and outside.

Then a tragedy happened, the artifact hadn't completed the last step of refining, it was just a useless spiritual weapon.

And her refining tool has been chased and killed all the way from her own magic palace to this point.

She can no longer escape, nor can she be beaten, and more importantly, she has nothing to do harm to those chivalrous men who are full of benevolence and morality, shouting to eradicate herself, a demon cultivator.

But, hehe, did these people really think that after chasing her down to this point, she would have no other options?

If she didn't have a back move, how could she have escaped here?

These idiots don't really think that she came here in a panic, right?

This volcano was the place where she apprenticed before she became famous, and it was the place where she stayed for hundreds of years before she became a teacher.

She vaguely remembered that her first work was an unreliable master who asked her to be a top-grade artifact with infinite power before death and death.

The old man with the white beard said that this was a funeral for himself.

Hope I never use it.

If it is used one day, then it is time to end everything and start again.

I don't remember what I said at the time.

But she never thought that one day she would really need it.

Now, she has reached the time when she has to use it.

Coughing up another mouthful of blood, she wiped her face with her hands without paying attention.

Sitting on the short tree, she touched her chest. It was hot here. Although she couldn't think of anything, this kind of warmth seemed to comfort her not to be afraid.

This strange feeling gave her the strength to carry on during these more than 100 days of life-and-death struggle and countless times of despair.

It seemed that someone was telling her that as long as she held on, someone would come to save her.

She didn't have to care about those monks who were chasing after her like mad dogs.

But now, even if that warmth is still there and can make her heart feel at ease, she can't continue to hold on.

I really want to know who is the one who gave me warmth!

Something suddenly appeared in her mind, and it should be part of her memory that she couldn't remember!

She was born in the righteous way and became a master of refining weapons in the way of magic.

"Wu Siyu, where are you running away!" Before Wu Siyu could completely capture the flashing memory, those disturbing mad dogs had already chased him.

All kinds of flying magic weapons, carrying men and women monks of all kinds and sects, all fell on this volcano not far from the woman in brown robes sitting on a dry shrub place.

Although they have chased and killed this person day and night for 120 seven days and nights, and have pushed him to the limit, but these people still don't dare to get too close to this seemingly hopeless master craftsman.

This has happened countless times before, they thought they had cornered the other party, but the other party could always throw all kinds of magical weapons or spiritual weapons with amazing lethality, and then escaped safely.

At the beginning, there were no fewer than a thousand people who jointly chased and killed her, but now there are less than half of them left.

All of them are of advanced cultivation in various sects, or are in the top ranks in their own sects.

Leaning lazily on the trunk of a dwarf tree, the veil on her face was sticking to her face with blood stains. She had already reached this point. It seemed that she didn't need to continue wearing the veil, so she raised her hand and roughly pulled it off. The veil on the face.

There was blood on the corner of her mouth that hadn't been wiped clean, but it couldn't hide the delicate and lovely oval face, and there was a little cold light in her smart eyes.

It was rumored that Wu Siyu, the master craftsman, was an ugly woman with a disfigured appearance, so she wore a veil all the year round, but no one had actually seen her face.

Now she took the initiative to take off the veil on her face. Although behind the veil she is not an overwhelming beauty, she is also an elegant and delicate Qingshui beauty.

Wu Siyu's cold eyes swept over those who were chasing and killing him.

"Liantian, you should stop doing unnecessary resistance, obediently hand over the artifact, and we can still mercifully let you live." The man in the front wearing a blue Taoist robe and with his snow-white beard was very upright. Awe-inspiring mouth.

Looking at the master craftsman who was sitting there slumped there like a rag doll, usually with his face up high, he seemed to have seen some shining magic weapon.

You know, if you can catch this back, you don't have to worry about not having a magic weapon

This is a treasure trove that can move!

If anyone can get her help, Feisheng Leijie is no problem!

"Old man Sanfan from Qixing Gate, stop pretending to be benevolent and righteous here." The whole person was covered in black robes, he couldn't see the person's face and figure clearly, but he could only hear strange laughter.

Pulled out a small black umbrella from the wide sleeve.

"Liantian, if you are sensible, hurry up and call out the magic weapon. I can give you a pleasure and save you from the pain of flesh and blood. Otherwise, I will let you try this soul-refining umbrella today." power."

As soon as the Soul Refining Ghost of the Five Ghost Sect uttered these words, those who stood a little closer to him all backed up neatly, distanced themselves from Soul Refining Ghost.

It seems that he is afraid that if the distance gets closer, his little life will be confessed here.

Wu Siyu sneered after hearing what the two said.

How ridiculous, the two people standing closest to her who spoke, one is a regular customer of her magic weapon, and the other is her bosom friend.

Isn't the person who yelled to let him have a taste of the Soul Refining Umbrella in awe-inspiring manner her bosom friend?

The Soul Refining Umbrella was made by myself!

Sharp weapons in this world can be used as weapons, and those that can be used by monks are called magic weapons, which can be controlled and used by the power of the soul, and those that are warmed are spiritual weapons, which can be called fairy weapons with a value of one, and can destroy the world. For the artifact.

And these two people are using high-grade spiritual artifacts from their own hands that can rival low-grade fairy artifacts.

"Hehe...the Soul Refining Umbrella?" Wu Siyu casually threw the veil in his hand into a tree hole behind him, no one cared about her casual action.

She raised her eyebrows at the Soul Refining Umbrella in Guisha's hand, and everyone present was quietly waiting for her to speak. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, she slowly spit out the words, which made everyone's faces look extremely pale. Ugly words "That's just a failed thing."

"You... what did you say..." Not only was Soul Refining Ghost surprised, but even the other monks present questioned Wu Siyu's words.

How can it be!

The monks who were present had seen the power of the Soul Refining Umbrella with their own eyes. If such a powerful high-grade spiritual weapon is a waste in the eyes of Lian Tian, ​​how successful is it?

Soul Refining Guisha was the one who couldn't accept the news the most, his face became very weird and ugly, although others couldn't see his face under the black robe.

"Hehe... Guisha, have you forgotten? What did you do yourself when you begged me to refine the talisman for you?" Wu Siyu's fingertips moved lightly on the volcanic ground behind him. .

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the cultivators present fell on the soul-refining ghost.

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2017年12月27日13:09:07