Is the sick beauty master washed white? [Transmigration Book]

Chongshuang ran light kung fu, and rushed into the barrier the moment Lu Tingqin opened the gap.

Inside the barrier is a road paved with white bones, made of countless overlapping broken bones, scattered with recognizable shapes of skulls, chest, and pelvis.The bones piled up higher and higher, and at the end of the road, there stood a rocky mountain.

The black mist condensed into a strange animal shape, roaring in mid-air, attracted by the fresh flesh, and rushed towards Heavy Frost.

Chongshuang followed Lu Tingqin's guidance, closed his sense of hearing and smell, shuttled among layers of bones, and ran towards Shishan.

Along the way, he saw countless stumps and most of the beast's body.A mountain-like demon ape, a liger with four heads, a vulture with blood-red eyes...the corpses of countless beasts were scattered on the mountain road made of bones.They fought violently, breaking each other's heads and crushing their bodies.

Chongshuang felt cold in his heart.

Suddenly, behind him, a dormant giant python suddenly emerged from the skull, and in mid-air it grew ten times larger, opening its eerie and deep mouth.

Chongshuang made a mistake and dodged obliquely forward.

Hei Wu followed closely behind Chong Shuang, passed by the giant python, and got involved in it.

A hissing sound sounded in the black mist. After a few breaths, the black mist suddenly dispersed and re-condensed.Half of the python's body fell to the ground, and the python's icy blood flowed into the broken bones on the ground. In the broken belly, the undigested little beast was exposed.

Chongshuang didn't dare to look back, and ran forward around the curve, holding down his wrist and going on the road to listen to the marks carved by the piano.

The Road of Bones came to an end, and he could clearly see the stone mountain deep in the mist.

This mountain is extremely broad, composed of countless huge skeletons that look like giant beasts in the deep sea.After thousands of years of wind and rain, the towering and broken bones were deposited into a solid rock mountain.

On the rocky mountain, there are deep holes everywhere.Numerous bright red eyes emerged from the holes, peeping at the outsiders.In some caves, light lingers, and there are hidden jade humming.

Chongshuang quickly looked around, trying to find the strange place that Lu Tingqin had mentioned.

The rocky mountain is too big, but the people are too small.The heavy frost blue figure, like a young animal that has not yet grown up, shuttles among the mountains intertwined with blood and bones.

Behind him was a swirling black mist, and there were lurking crises everywhere. The only thing that could protect him was a sword and the runes on his forehead and wrists.

Chongshuang divided his mind a little, feeling the existence of the rune.The rune was cold, giving off a cool breath, guarding him quietly.

As if Lu Tingqin was by her side, endless courage surged in Chongshuang's heart.He clenched the sword in his hand, stepped on the bones, and rushed to the top of the stone mountain.

Swinging the sword, cut off the strange beast that suddenly came out.

Swing the sword and kill the monster birds that attack from the sky.

The sword was stained with the blood of Guo Lu Tingqin, and the blood flowed from the sword to Chongshuang's heart.

He will swing this sinful sword for Lu Tingqin until the last drop of his blood is shed.

The black mist let out a sharp roar.

An ominous black cloud formed and coalesced on top of the rocky mountain.

The owners of the countless bright red eyes in the hole let out ear-piercing screams.

The runes on Chongshuang's body shone brightly.A quiet force emerged, lingering around Chongshuang's body.

Lu Tingqin's brief order sounded in Chongshuang's consciousness. "above."

Chongshuang seemed to have received the highest order, so she calmed down and rushed towards the top of the rocky mountain where the black clouds rolled.

On the top of the mountain, countless phantoms of heads, bones and blood rolled in the thick black clouds.Facing the figure rushing up the mountain, the black cloud swelled several times, overwhelming the sky and pouring towards the heavy frost.

The black mist lingering behind Chongshuang traveled to the sky, merged with the black clouds, and formed a huge net, trying to engulf Chongshuang.

Several streaks of black mist protruded like tentacles, touching Heavy Frost's body.In an instant, Qingyou's strength increased several times, and the pollution of the black mist bounced off.

Heavy frost was weaving up the Bone Mountain.

His qinggong was running to the extreme, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.The black mist that eroded the human body pressed down from top to bottom, and the heavy frost was impossible to hide.

"Master..." he murmured, trying to get Lu Tingqin's guidance.

"Up." Lu Tingqin's cold voice came to mind.Compared with the briefness last time, it seems to be a little weaker.

Chongshuang leaped forward, looking for the weakest place in the black mist, headed towards the mountain peak, and plunged into the black mist.

His eyes were briefly covered with mist, and there was a buzzing in his head.

The pitch-black mist seemed to have permeated his skin, drilled into the inside of the body along the blood vessels, devoured and tore apart.Even if the sense of hearing and smell is closed, there are still bursts of pain in the internal organs.

Does Master usually endure this kind of feeling?

Chongshuang's mind was unsteady, and the black mist bewitched him, recalling the deepest nightmare and the most frightening thing in his mind.

He saw Lu Tingqin's cold, indifferent, barren eyes.Countless nights, looking dead—

No, not right!

Chongshuang bit her own wrist and regained consciousness with real pain.

His eyes were sore, his mouth smelled bloody, and he held the sword, as if he wanted to cut off all the chaotic past, and headed towards the top of the mountain, breaking through the black mist, moving forward without hesitation.

Darkness, endless darkness.

There is also the light of Lu Tingqin.

Lu Tingqin's spiritual power poured in from the rune, icily permeating Chongshuang's body.The orchid-like spiritual power firmly protects Chongshuang's body and consciousness, preventing Chongshuang from being eroded by the black mist.

Heavy frost set foot on the mountain.The black cloud squirmed under his feet, and the phantoms with countless heads screamed silently, not daring to go up.

On the top of the mountain made of solidified bones, there is a blue-green lake. The gray mist blurs the edge of the lake, making this lake seem endless, like the legendary sea.

A small circular stone altar floats quietly in the center of the lake.

Billowing black mist poured out from the hole in the center of the stone altar like threads, mixing with the black clouds downward.During the process, the black mist seemed to be afraid of the lake, and kept a close distance from the lake.

Chongshuang panted, seeing the black mist gushing out of the hole, and was about to turn his head towards him, plunged into the blue-green tranquil lake.

Entering the water, the black mist bypassed one after another.Lu Tingqin's spiritual power suddenly relaxed under the pressure, and the heavy light dissipated, leaving a thin layer, lingering in Chongshuang's consciousness.

As if judging that the crisis was over, this last ray of spiritual power became weaker and weaker.

"Blood." Lu Tingqin said suddenly.

This time, his voice in Zhongshuang's mind was extremely soft, as if facing a candle in the breeze, it was too late to burn, leaving only a wisp of smoke.

Drenched in heavy frost, he swam quickly in the lake to the stone altar.

He grew up inland and had never swum in such a wide lake like this.

The moment the lake water embraced him, he learned by himself without a teacher, as if he was born this way, like a swimming fish, swaying his body sensitively.

Finally, Chongshuang swam to the stone altar.He supported the surface of the altar and climbed up the stone altar.Finding the gap where the black mist gushed out, he cut his arm cleanly with the sword.

The blood fell into the gap, part of it was swallowed by the black mist, and part of it penetrated deeper.

Chongshuang knew that this was the difference Lu Tingqin mentioned.He was afraid that because his wound healed too fast and the blood flowing out was not enough, he knelt beside the altar, paddling one by one, calling loudly for Lu Tingqin in his heart.

Lu Tingqin didn't answer.

In the rune, the last trace of spiritual power dissipated.

A burst of strong light suddenly appeared in the gap, the space was distorted, and the gray-yellow mist instantly wrapped the heavy frost.

Chongshuang lost consciousness and dreamed of fog.

To dream of eternally billowing mists.The sky was dim, and something was roaring, trying to wake up from the silent millennium——

Chongshuang opened his eyes abruptly.

"Master!" He turned over, scrambled to stand up, pressed the rune on his wrist, looking for the figure of Lu Tingqin.

There is a thick yellow fog in all directions, without any objects, and it is impossible to distinguish between the sky and the earth.

Chongshuang didn't dare to move at will, for fear of losing his bearings, so he turned around and observed in each direction, using himself as the axis.

Finally, he saw a vaguely shaking figure behind a dense fog.

Chongshuang held his breath, his body was like a feather, and he stepped lightly, trying to approach the direction of the figure.

As soon as he took a step, a calm voice came from behind the thick fog.

"He'er, go and lead me."

"I don't..." Another clear voice sounded, full of resentment, and then the voice slowed down after a pause, "Okay."

This is the voice of Taoist Xuanqing and Ji He!

Chongshuang ran to the place where the voice was, took two steps, remembered the maze that Ye Wanggui had taught, and stopped hesitantly.

Ji He stepped out of the haze, cast sharp eyes on Chongshuang, and clapped his hands.

"Boy, come here!"

"Master Ji?" Chongshuang took a step back cautiously. "Are you an illusion, or real?"

This is not the usual Ji He.

Ji He, Feiyunfeng, was born in a family, loved to use extravagant objects, and paid attention to cleanliness.

Now, standing in front of Chongshuang, Ji He's hair was disheveled, his long hair tied up casually on the top of his head, and he was wearing an expensive indigo gold silk robe, which was torn and soaked in large areas of blood.

"Ye Wanghui has taught you a lot." Ji He muttered. "I'll just say it again, forget it if you don't come, so as not to upset your master."

Ji He picked up the road to listen to the piano, his face was gloomy for a moment, he turned around hastily, and walked back.

Chongshuang made up her mind and followed Ji He's figure closely, submerging into the thick fog ahead.

The end of the fog is still fog.This piece of world seems to be filled with dim yellow mist, without boundaries.

Chongshuang saw the figure in the mist clearly and opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

Ji He crossed his arms and stood behind a boy who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

The young man has a noble temperament, calm eyebrows and moist lips.He was kneeling on the ground, using his legs as a pillow, on a pale figure with closed eyes.

The man's hair was as black as ink, his face was as cold as the moon, and he lay quietly on the young man's lap with his hands folded in front of him, as if he would never wake up again, or as if he was just trapped in a short dream.

Chongshuang felt his throat was being strangled and he couldn't breathe.He staggered a few steps, suppressed the urge to step forward immediately, and watched the boy warily.

The young man sat firmly like a mountain and smiled softly. "Don't worry, this is not an illusion. Sit down and rest, Heavy Frost."

With delicately trimmed and round nails, the young man gently combed Lu Tingqin's long hair, and raised his fingertips, and an ice-blue spirit butterfly appeared out of thin air.

The spirit butterfly flapped its wings and lightly landed in front of Chongshuang's eyes, blending into the rune on Chongshuang's forehead.

Rich spiritual power poured in, like a mountain like a sea, calm and heavy, and channeled the turbulent Qi and blood in the body disturbed by the black mist for Zhongshuang.

Chongshuang no longer had any doubts, her heart was fixed on Lu Tingqin, and she bowed respectfully.

"Chongshuang, a disciple of Falling Moon Peak, see the Patriarch."