Notes on building a city in the immortal world

"...Unexpectedly, a 'carry-on grandfather' was dug out."

Zhenyan looked at the "trophies" of the students.

Speaking of which, he didn't know that little Yunjing girl was so powerful.

He only knew that Yun Jing was clumsy during the exam, but he didn't know that she was driving a giant skeleton and could also perform Mortal Kombat, so that the remnant soul of the demon ancestor would not even have a chance to shoot a mobile phone. Good to be an ace driver.

With such skills, could she be Zi Ran's "shadow guard".

This instead made Zhenyan curious about Miss Ziran.

At this time, Zhenyan already knew a lot about the world of cultivating immortals, and only then did he notice that both of Ziran's maidservants "just happened" to have spiritual roots, but it seems that there is no such prominent cultivating family in the Bailu Mountain Range, so Zhenyan was going to turn around and ask Ask about the origin of Azusa dye.

But he had to deal with the "carry-on grandfather" first.

Although he was defeated by his ancestor, this remnant soul came from a demon ancestor, which is equivalent to the soul of a monk in the Mahayana period. If Yun Jing hadn't been vigilant and discovered it early, I am afraid that the entire Bailu Village would turn it into a "devil sect branch".

In fact, only Nangong Qin can handle it in the White Deer Mountains.

Zhenyan was not pretentious, and went directly to his ancestors.

"Grandfather, what should we do with this?"

Zhenyan handed a blood spar to Nangongqin.

The spar kept making noises, and it was impossible to distinguish what the other party was saying, but it sounded like the tone of a blank radio channel, and after listening to it for a long time, the brain would buzz along with it.

But when it was in Nangong Qin's hands, the noise became even louder.

It seemed that the existence in the spar also recognized the enemy who killed him.

Nangong Qin didn't take it seriously, he took it and casually crushed the spar that couldn't be broken with a "pile driver".

It's like crushing an egg.

A burst of black and red mist came out of it:

"Hahahaha, idiot! You actually broke my seal with your own hands! You were able to defeat me a hundred years ago, but it was just my negligence! Now you are so overbearing, it is the cycle of karma! Use your body as compensation! "

The mist swelled in an instant, turned into a giant like a hill, and pressed towards Nangongqin.

Nangong Qin stared at the other party expressionlessly.

He only lifted one finger and pressed the opponent, and the giant remained motionless.

But there was a frightened expression on the giant's face.

"How come?! Why are you... the Mahayana period?! You are already in the Mahayana period?!"

"Impossible! This seat obviously just slept for 100 years——"

Nangong Qin didn't pay attention to him at all, and just pressed his fingers hard.

The giant exploded just like the spar just now, and turned into a cloud of blood mist again, but it slowly dispersed and could not condense.

"Tsk tsk! What a waste."

Wu Qian watched Nangong Qin finish executing the giant, and then shook his head:

"It would be a pity to destroy the remnant soul of such a big monster like this!"

"What can this remnant soul be used for?" Nangong Qin asked uninterestedly.

Zhenyan called "ancestor" beside him, Nangongqin stretched out his hand, obediently let Zhenyan wipe the place where he touched the demon.

Wu Qian looked at the two interactions with a toothache on his face: "The remnant soul itself is useless, but as the ancestor of demons, his memory is still somewhat useful. Is there any super powerful spell cheats?"

"Hmph." Nangong Qin obviously didn't have any idea about other people's spell cheats.

He holds the most basic exercises, and his practice speed is like a rocket.

"There may also be unique refining techniques unique to the devil world." Wu Qian added.

Nangong Qin frowned and looked at the blood mist.

Zhenyan shook his head with a smile, and said to Wu Qian, "Your Excellency Wu Qian, since you said so, should there be a way to check the memory of this 'Demon Patriarch'?"

"Ahem, of course." Wu Qian said.

"Then can this situation be rescued?" Zhenyan asked.

The cloud of blood mist billowed up, obviously not wanting to be "rescued".

"Ordinary ghost cultivators may not be able to succeed, but I can!" Wu Qian said proudly.

"Then please see if this person has any memories related to refining runes," Zhenyan asked, "By the way, if there are memories related to cracks in the demon world, help me extract them."

Hearing this, the blood mist churned even more violently.

Although the remnant soul of the demon ancestor was completely lost the ability to seize the body after being hit by Nangong Qin, but after thousands of years of condensing, he got other opportunities, or there is a way to reincarnate, but if he is killed by the ghost cultivator Then once the soul is searched, the soul will be completely scattered.

It's a pity that at this point, its own thoughts are irrelevant.

Wu Qian took out a few talisman papers from his bosom, muttering words, the surrounding white mist turned into a pair of big white hands, gathered the bloody mist back together, and pinched it like plasticine. stand up.

"It looks interesting." Zhenyan couldn't help but say.

"Hehe, do you want to learn? I think you have a lot of yin..."

Wu Qian glanced at Zhenyan with a smile, but when he saw Nangong Qin staring at him, he smirked twice and closed his mouth tightly.

He felt that if he continued speaking, he would be struck by lightning again.

Wu Qian hurriedly changed the subject: "This guy seems to be majoring in formations, tsk tsk, they are all wicked things that use living sacrifices, and they are useless. But about the 'crack in the demon world' that Xiao Zhenyan said , he seems to know it very clearly, should we simply make a map?"

"Yes, yes." Zhenyan nodded.

He thought that what Wu Qian meant was to extract the memory of the demon ancestor and make it into a map.

But he didn't expect that when those two big hands squeezed and let go, a beautiful three-dimensional sand table appeared in front of Zhenyan's eyes.

This sand table not only has the scenery of each floor, but if you zoom in carefully, you can also see the monsters on each floor, and even the cultivators who have experienced in it.

He saw a monk on the first floor being chased by a group of little monsters, and finally fled into the "safe zone" of the teleportation array.

There are many monks' stalls in the "safe zone", like a small market.

Those monks were just guarding the stalls, watching the monsters coming, but they left the stalls and ran out to fight in groups. They seemed very casual.

Zhenyan read it with gusto: "Is this instant?"

"Instant?" Wu Qian asked strangely.

"I mean, is something on this actually happening?"

"Of course it is." Wu Qian nodded: "This monster is the vanguard general of the monster army, so it is the monster fortress...that is, the owner of the crack in the monster world you said, unless you find the core of the fortress and destroy it. Refining again, otherwise even if it is dead, this fortress will be monitored by it."

"That's how it is." Zhenyan said.

After hearing Wu Qian's explanation, Zhenyan had a very strange idea.

After he completed the second task of the system main line, he obtained the search engine of the White Deer Mountains. He wondered if Wu Qian could also create a three-dimensional sand table of the White Deer Mountains by searching for his soul.

Zhenyan was thinking about completely irrelevant things while looking at the sand table.

Then he quickly noticed the abnormality on the eighth layer of the crack in the demon world.

"Why is the bottom of this layer so shiny?" Zhenyan asked strangely as he enlarged the sand table.

"Where?" Wu Qian poked his head curiously.

Seeing him approaching Zhenyan, Nangong Qin frowned.

In the end, before Nangongqin could do anything, he heard Wu Qian scream.

"my eyes!"

Wu Qian covered his face in pain, and from his black hole-like eyes, two tears of blood flowed down:

"True fairy! Why is there a breath of real fairy there!?"

While Zhenyan and Nangong Qinwuqian were looking at the sand table model of the crack in the demon world, in a quiet room in Jianmu, an old voice buzzed and asked:

"Are you so sure that there are real immortal remains in Lingxiao Temple?"

"Of course, I saw that with my own eyes!" Jiuding Tianjun replied.

He is kneeling and sitting in the middle of the quiet room at the moment.

In the quiet room, apart from Jiuding Tianjun, there is only Fairy Yunjian lying on the jade bed with her eyes closed.

This female cultivator was also unlucky. She felt cold and heavy since she came back from the Dao of Reincarnation. She couldn't even lift her eyelids. She could only vaguely hear some noises outside, but she couldn't respond, let alone make a sound.

She only heard the old voice continue to question: "Did you see it with your own eyes? There are too many things that you saw with your own eyes but didn't happen, right? But things that you didn't see happen all the time."

"This is because the fate has changed," Jiuding Tianjun said coldly, "I personally think that I can sit here, which has proved my ability."

"So it seems that it is better not to change? After all, according to what you said, if you are sent to Nangong Qin's side, we can cooperate with Meishe more smoothly and salvage the remains of Lingxiao Temple!"

"What do you mean?" Hearing this, Fairy Yun Jian couldn't understand what the other party was talking about.

But Jiuding Daoist sneered, "And then you went crazy again because you came into contact with the real body of a real immortal?"

"Humph!"

"Forget it, my previous life has proved that your plan will not work at all! Even if you reach that point, you can't stop Nangong Qin from stepping through the void."

"..."

"Why don't you try it according to my method! Anyway, it's just an 'try', can't you 'restart' if you fail?" Jiuding Zhenren said, "Besides, whether it is Zhengdaomeng or Meishe Well, it’s just a tool. Now that a tool is not very handy, what’s wrong with transforming her into something that can be used?”

"..." Fairy Yunjian trembled with fear.

Although she didn't understand what these words meant, she instinctively sensed the danger.

"Our contract with Meishe is not that simple... Anyway, at this point, this sacrifice is still acceptable." The old voice said.

"It would be better if you promised not to do it earlier."

Accompanied by these words, Fairy Yunjian felt a sharp pain inside her body, as if the rest of her soul had also been pulled out.

Because of the pain, she finally opened her eyes.

But he found himself lying in a room made of a tree hole, the wood grain of the ceiling formed a wrinkled face, looking down mercilessly.

It hummed and said:

"Even if we can do it all over again, our chances are limited."

"'This time' you better succeed."

"'Nangong Zhenyan'."