[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

Feng Zhen and Mo Shan stepped into the teleportation formation, and after a few teleportations, they came to a remote small town in Zhongzhou.

After leaving the teleportation array, the two wandered around the small town first.

Sitting in a grassy hut by the side of the road in a relaxed posture, we ate some country snacks and drank some foul wine together. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the cool breeze was blowing.

Feng Zhen suddenly remembered something and asked, "Brother, have you ever heard of the Promise Sea?"

Mo Shan paused while drinking, "Why do you ask this? The Promise Sea...is a natural barrier of the Demon Realm, and no one or demons can sneak through it."

"If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten it. I haven't heard anyone mention it for many years..."

He sighed and raised his head to drink a glass of wine.

Feng Zhen's eyes turned to the distant sky, and his heart was complicated.

Didn't expect to get such an answer.

Who actually owns that cave on the bottom of the sea?Who is the portrait hanging on the incense table?

The nameless kung fu he practiced was very suitable for him, to the point where he often had the illusion that "this is a kung fu created especially for him".

A shadow fell over his heart.

They stopped here for a while, and then it took three days to reach the peak gate.

In the past three days, they met many cultivators in a hurry on their way. When they met each other, they just nodded slightly and rushed towards the peak gate.

At the mountain gate of Fengji Gate, there are many low-level disciples receiving visitors one by one, explaining the latest situation to them, and arranging accommodation for them.

The strange insects in Zhongzhou spread further, and all sects assembled some disciples to form a team to destroy the strange insects, but unexpectedly, the more they killed, the more the number of strange insects.

As Zhongzhou, which has the most abundant cultivation resources, in just a few months, the degree of aura fullness has disappeared by one-two hundredth.

And the speed at which the aura disappeared was still accelerating.

It has to be said that this is a very serious matter for the entire cultivation world.

If the situation is allowed to expand, or if they are unable to control the situation, it is not certain that the cultivation world will disappear.

The one who led the way for Fengzhen Moshan was a male disciple of Jindan mid-stage. After introducing them, he took them to the top of a mountain, where there was a quiet bamboo courtyard and a sea of ​​bamboo.

"This is the place I sent Qingping Tianjun to rest in his spare time. Due to the shortage of housing, I can only wrong the two of you to live here temporarily."

The Jindan disciple spoke politely, but his tone was not entirely polite, on the contrary, he was somewhat proud.

It is also true that Qingping Tianjun has outstanding talent, and his reputation resounds throughout the entire cultivation world. No one knows it, and he is indeed proud.

Under such circumstances, these high-ranking cultivators with different temperaments would not get angry if the name Qingping Tianjun was mentioned. On the contrary, they would say a few more words of praise for Qingping Tianjun to him, a Jindan disciple.

Unexpectedly, the two demon race cultivators at the out-of-body stage received this time had a mediocre reaction after hearing it, as if they really felt wronged.

The Jindan disciple said goodbye and left.

As soon as Feng Zhen saw the bamboo courtyard here, his face sank, and Mo Shan asked Feng Zhen via voice transmission: "Brother?"

Fengzhen's spiritual sense walked in and out of this small bamboo courtyard, and after confirming that it was exactly the same as the bamboo courtyard he lived in when he was young, he smiled coldly.

He patted his sword pouch, and the long black sword was hanging in front of him, only to hear him say very coldly: "I hate bamboo the most in my life."

A phantom of a huge black sword suddenly appeared above the mountain peak, and with a force of thunder, it swept down towards the bamboo courtyard and forest below!

The black cloud shrouded, and the silver dragon walked through it, making a terrifying howl.

The howling sound passed, the black clouds receded, and only a piece of scorched land could be seen in this quiet courtyard.

"Who dares to make trouble here!"

In an instant, a handsome Jindan cultivator's expression changed when he saw the changed mountain peak from far and near.

It's a pity that in front of him were two out-of-body cultivators, and the one with the highest cultivation was the most respected. He could only fall from the flying sword, respectfully bowed to the two, and then asked neither humble nor overbearing: "Dare to ask the two seniors, Why did you destroy the small peak in the bamboo forest of my peak gate?"

Mo Shan snorted, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Feng Zhen.

Feng Zhen was dignified, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "There are strange insects infesting here, considering the safety of Fengji Gate, so I used my Wuji Sword. You, Fengji Gate, don't need to be too grateful."

How could the Golden Core cultivator not know that the other party was talking nonsense with his eyes open, but at this time of trouble, these two people have superb cultivation bases, he can't punish them, so he can only let it go.

Before leaving, he heard the thick-skinned cultivator ask again, "I think you are very pleasing to the eye, why don't you stay and serve the two of us. When we leave, your benefits will be indispensable." .”

The Golden Core cultivator stared at him angrily, and said angrily: "Do you know who I am? I am a disciple of Qingping Tianjun. Now, do you still want me to serve you two?"

A follower of Qingping Tianjun?What a coincidence.

Feng Zhen didn't even move his eyebrows when he heard this, and pretended to be surprised: "What does this have to do with who you are? Don't you mean that you are not in the Golden Core stage, and I am not in the Out-of-body stage? The seniors in the Out-of-body stage want you, the little Golden Core, to serve you , but what is unreasonable?"

Mo Shan laughed and said, "That's right, junior, why don't you take a rest here so that my brothers can settle down..."

"...The junior still has something important to report to Master..."

The golden core cultivator's imperial envoy Fei Jian was about to leave, but was captured by Feng Zhen's palm, and sealed the opponent's cultivation with a few strokes.

Feng Zhen put a portable cave magic weapon on the ground.

This is one of the magic weapons that he robbed Yunyuzong in Xizhou a few years ago. This portable cave can be large or small, and its shape is exquisite and magnificent, so he never sold it, and kept it here just to use it.

"Go, fetch water to rinse this place, and then clean it well." He threw the cleaning utensils to the other party and ordered.

The Jindan cultivator had an expression of humiliation and indignation on his face, but he had no spiritual power. He was indistinguishable from ordinary people, and saw that these two people did not respond when they heard the name of the master. They were either confident or ignorant, and the latter was obviously impossible. ...

Brother Jindan had to lower his head to pick up the cleaning utensils and start cleaning.

"Hello, your name?"

Feng Zhen and Mo Shan sat on the flying magic weapon and asked while sipping the fragrant spirit tea.

"...Jing Heng!"

The golden core monk was stunned for a while, but he still answered.

Feng Zhen concealed his imperceptible stupefaction, and continued to taste the spirit tea.

Jing Heng is the book runner in World Intelligence.

His master is Qingping Tianjun, so that means... this Qingping Tianjun is the object of Jing Heng's coming out in the future?

Pressing Jing Heng to clean up for the two of them for a whole day, they were not released until midnight.

Once Jing Heng regained his spiritual power, he galloped away without looking back.

He returned to his own courtyard, took a good wash, and then came to the master's main hall.

There was no one in the main hall, Jing Heng turned around and came to another small remote courtyard with ease.

Sure enough, Qingping Tianjun was found standing outside this small courtyard.

"Master..."

Jing Heng opened his mouth, suppressed the words on his lips, changed his cheerful tone, and told Qingping what he had seen and heard along the way.

In the end, he still didn't say anything about the destruction of the small bamboo forest peak.

With a gentle face, Qingping left with him and returned to the main hall.

After Jing Heng finished speaking, he took out the problems he had accumulated during the period in cultivation and asked his master for advice one by one.

The master's cold voice was not in a hurry, and he answered his doubts.

Seeing Master Yingting's indifferent face, Jing Heng lost his mind for a moment, then quickly regained his senses and listened carefully.

The master and apprentice asked and answered questions, and they argued several times. They didn't stop until the sky was bright.

Jing Heng pestered his master to eat some spiritual fruits together, and spent half a morning before returning to his yard.

Seeing him coming back, the boy who served him smiled and said, "I knew you had to stay with Tianjun for half a day... We haven't prepared the spiritual food for this morning."

Jing Heng originally came from the modern society. After entering this world, he grew up in the world when he was young, and the habit of eating three meals a day was fixed.

Nowadays, even if it is bigu, it needs to eat some spiritual food, otherwise it will always feel empty in the stomach.

He waved his hand, "I ate with Master."

The boy pursed his lips and smiled, "It's still Tianjun who loves you son."

Originally, there was only one master, Qingping Tianjun, on this mountain peak.

Qingping Tianjun is used to being deserted and not easy to get close to others, so he took in a son-in-law before, but this son-in-law was narrow-minded and did a lot of evil, and Tianjun finally killed him himself.

It was not until more than a hundred years later that Tianjun accepted another apprentice, and this mountain became more popular.

At this time another boy came in and reported: "My lord, the blood refining pool has been prepared."

Jing Heng took off his clothes, put on a loose robe, and stepped into a hall behind the courtyard.

There is a blood-colored pool inside, with a strong medicinal fragrance and steam.

The boy took off his outer robe for him, waited for him to enter the pool of blood, and stood beside him, babbling about how much Tianjun valued and cared for him.

There are countless precious elixir in this pool, which can remove impurities from the body of the person soaked in it, and practice with half the effort.

Jing Heng would soak in such a blood refining pool every once in a while.

Over the past few decades, the resources consumed have been staggering.

The elixir, formula, auxiliary medicine and blood of various beasts in the blood refining pool are all provided by Tianjun.

Not only that, Tianjun also often asked Jing Heng not to forget to soak.

All these things made the boys who were watching envious.

The corners of Jing Heng's lips, which were immersed in the pool of blood, were slightly curved, and he used his spiritual power to resist the severe pain of digging bones and heart.

……

Feng Zhen and Mo Shan rested at the small peak in the bamboo forest for a day, and wandered around the Fengji Gate the next day.

They are different from other high-level practitioners who are self-respecting and prudent. The two of them used to like to wander around, sit and talk everywhere, or drink tea and drink wine and watch the autumn moon.

Driven by the closure of the town, Mo Shan has become more and more like a celebrity clan, and he knows many rules of the human race quite well.

After a few days, he could see that Fengzhen didn't have a good impression of this Fengji sect, especially when he heard about the deeds of Youyuan Qingping Tianjun and his disciples several times, he was particularly disgusted.

But they came here under the order of the Lord of Jiwu Demon City, so it is not good to confront Fengji Gate. Although Feng Zhen hates it, he still knows it quietly, and he thinks the same way.

After that, Mo Shan no longer went out to find fun in Fengzhen, but meditated and practiced in the cave.

This grand gathering in the comprehension world lasted for nearly half a year.

During this period, the elders or leading figures of different sects have been to the most severely affected areas.

Once entering there, the spiritual energy in the whole body becomes stagnant. Not only can't absorb the spiritual energy from the outside world, but even the spiritual energy in the body feels like being sucked away by something outside.

What is hard to guard against is that these strange insects are invisible and colorless, and only the spiritual consciousness of practitioners at the Jindan stage and above can discover their whereabouts.

After burning it to death with magic, you can see layers of gray-brown insect corpses on the ground.

Moreover, as time goes by, the abilities of the monsters are gradually improving.

Everyone looked dignified, and some sects who were good at controlling insects tried to control such strange insects, but they were backlashed, and their spiritual power was wiped out.

Everyone should not be cautious.

Feng Zhen, who was caught in the crowd, moved slightly, and a gap in the storage bag was quietly released, and a few white eggs fell into the insect corpses on the ground, buried in the gray-brown patches.

After the crowd had cleared away, the small eggs moved, and then a hole was opened, revealing a silly little pointed head, which turned out to be a few extremely tiny little snakes.

The little snake ate the egg shells, and then began to devour the insect corpses around it bit by bit.

At first, they could only take one bite at a time, but the insect corpses filled their bodies, and they remained motionless as if they were corpses. After half a day, the little snake that digested the insect corpses seemed to have grown up a bit, and began to devour the insect corpses again...

They are the three snakes, the heart eye bag, the white one, and the blue two that have entered a dormant state after the battle in the interstellar world.

Half a year has passed, and all the cultivators have tried their best. No matter whether they are humans or demons, they have not been able to find an effective way to deal with the strange insects.

On this day, the disciples guarding the mountain gate suddenly felt that the mountain was shaking suddenly. After they stabilized their bodies, they realized that three huge snake-like beasts fell from the sky.

The vigilant magic weapon rose to the sky, and countless cultivators came from the sect after hearing the news.

After seeing the beast, he gasped immediately.

What kind of beast is this?Why is it so hideous?Never heard of it...

The spells and magic weapons were all revealed, forming dazzling rays of light to attack the three fierce beasts.

However, they opened their bloody mouths and sucked in forcefully. The magic spells and magic weapons were sucked into their stomachs, and then, amidst the stunned eyes of many disciples of the Fengji sect, they spit out a piece of broken copper with some saliva hanging from their mouths... …

All those magic weapons lost their spirituality and were completely destroyed.

A few out-of-body elders rushed over and were about to strike and kill the ferocious beast, when they saw black clouds appear suddenly, and amidst lightning and thunder, a low, somewhat careless voice came.

"Wait a minute, who dares to touch my pet?"

The elders shuddered in their hearts, feeling the strong coercion contained in this voice, they were all shocked.

Two black-robed monks approached from a distance, and they came to the front in the blink of an eye.

One of them had long black hair tied up high, with a handsome appearance and a unique temperament. He landed on the head of one of the giant green snakes and stood there.

It was the cultivator who transmitted the sound just now.

He swept towards the crowd lightly, and under his pressure, many low-level disciples fell to their knees and could not get up.

He opened his hand, took a picture of a person, and opened his mouth to ask: "My pet, has it ever taken the initiative to hurt someone?"

The man shook his head hard.

"Has anyone been killed or injured? Has anything you sent been damaged?"

The man continued to shake his head.

"That's it," he threw away the man in his hand, and looked directly at the elders holding the magic weapon, "Why do you want to kill him?"

One of the younger elders had a bead of sweat on his forehead, and he was also in the out-of-body period, but he felt the power almost like that of a heavenly king, so he stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

Others also echoed: "I thought it was a ferocious beast breaking into the mountain gate, but I didn't know it was a fellow Taoist pet."

Only then did Feng Zhen put away his coercion, sat on the tall and strong Xinyan Baotou that he hadn't seen for a long time, and returned to the mountain peak where he was temporarily staying with Mo Shan.

After they left, the elders looked at each other and left one after another.

The other monks looked at each other in dismay, talking to each other about who the two men in black robes were.

One of them said: "I know, those two people were led into the mountain gate by me, and they come from Jiwu Mo City."

"It's actually a demon race?!"

"Demon?!"

"Aren't all demons like that, like that?"

This person spoke vaguely, but everyone knew what the other person meant.

The demons who came to Fengji Gate all looked strange, and some were even half human and half demon, which looked extremely terrifying.

And these two people are no different from ordinary humans, how can it not be surprising.

A Nascent Soul cultivator has been meditating for a long time, and he didn't wake up from his meditation until his friend called him.

The friend asked him what he was thinking.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help the tumbling doubt in his heart, and asked, "Brother, do you still remember the name Qingping Tianjun brought from the world?"

The friend was stunned, "Of course I remember, back then, that kid pretended to be a tiger and robbed me of a storage bag. I had my skills and all my wealth in it. Later, Tianjun compensated me and gave me a better gift." Not to mention my skills, but also gave me a lot of pills and resources."

"If it weren't for this, I don't know if it would be possible to have such a good fortune."

The friend sighed.

Cultivator Nascent Soul continued to ask: "Do you still remember the appearance of that man, how does it compare with the black-robed monk just now?"

The friend pondered for a moment, and looked a little surprised at the Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Similarity, five or six out of ten!"

Fifty-six out of ten similarities can already explain the problem.

The "little master uncle" at that time was only 16 years old when he died. Now more than 100 years have passed, the boy has grown into a young man, his facial features are open, and changes are inevitable.

"That's not possible, is it?"

That man was drowned by Tianjun himself in the Infinity Sea.

In the Promise Sea, even the Daluo Jinxian couldn't survive safely... let alone a mortal body who couldn't cultivate?

"By the way, isn't the little master uncle unable to practice?"

Thinking of this, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

"Maybe it's just a little resemblance..."

Even so, it was still unavoidable to feel a sense of panic rising in my heart in vain.