I am the only one in the world without Su [Quick Transmigration]

The sky was getting dark, Wei Wuyi had already prepared, but now the two Nascent Soul Patriarchs he wanted to kill did not arrive.

I didn't know what trouble was going on, but the premonition in my mind became more and more ominous. I glanced at the surrounding layout. Logically speaking, even if the person coming opposite was a great monk in the late Yuanying period, he wouldn't be without a trace of it. coping power.

But what happened to this sudden palpitation?

All of a sudden, the space in front of him seemed to be suddenly replaced. In the darkness, a sword flower suddenly bloomed, with layers of tracks interlaced.

Wei Wuyi wanted to escape, but found that he had lost control of his body.

The puppet control of the two Nascent Souls was cut off almost instantly, and the huge damage caused by the backlash of his consciousness made him spit out a mouthful of blood. When he woke up again, he saw two spirit bodies .

Yes, that's right, it is indeed a spirit body.

His eyes were born with very special yin eyes. A monk with this system will benefit greatly from practicing ghosts, but he doesn't want to give up this body yet.

And the secret place where he found the corpses of the two Nascent Soul monks was also discovered by chance because of his eyes.

Therefore, Wei Wuyi can be sure that the two people in front of him don't have bodies, but their spiritual bodies are as solid as a cultivator who transforms spirits. Could it be that they came out of that secret place?

Thinking that he took away the remains of the monks there without authorization, could it be that the two of them came to settle accounts because of this.

Su Zhuolo didn't know why the man in front of him looked so terrified. He flicked his fingers, manipulating the two dead corpses with great interest.

Use your own spiritual imprint to destroy the original one, and then use your spiritual power to drive it.

Seeing the refining corpse standing straight in front of him, Su Zhuolo stretched out his finger and flicked it, there was a sound of gold and stone, and he hit the ground at will, and the huge potholes produced also showed that they were far superior to ordinary Nascent Souls. strength.

"It's no wonder that even though he doesn't have aura, he can still compete with Nascent Soul. This kind of power is rare."

Chen Jun saw that he was interested, so he smiled and said: "If you like it, or let him tell you the art of refining corpses, there are still two corpses of Nascent Soul cultivators over there."

Su Zhuolo nodded, then focused his gaze on Wei Wuyi.

"Didn't you come out of that tomb?"

Chen Jun was taken aback when he heard the words: "Tombs? Think too much bro, we just haven't seized the house yet, but I'm quite interested in the tombs you mentioned. If you know a little bit, tell us everything you know!"

Wei Wuyi paused for a moment, then smiled wryly: "Sure enough, I was wrong, you don't have the rotten aura of that place, but it's extremely dangerous there, even I was able to enter with these eyes, if you want to go there again Go, I'm afraid I'm powerless."

The corners of Chen Jun's lips curled up, and he stretched out his hand to pat his face: "I hope you're not lying, otherwise don't blame me when the results of the soul search come out."

Wei Wuyi's face suddenly changed.

"Are you demon cultivators?!"

Chen Jun didn't answer, just threw the Wei Wuyi in his hand to Su Zhuolo.

The next moment, Su Zhuolo's fingers pierced through the center of his brows, and all the memories inside were clear.

"Xiaoyin Mountain, Jiulong Tomb." Su Zhuolo withdrew his hand, gave Chen Jun a place name, and then pointed to the person under his feet, "How to deal with it?"

"His eyes seem to be useful, let's take them with him."

"This technique of refining corpses requires too many materials. This person only collected two sets, and only because of his limited cultivation, the corpses he gradually obtained were great monks in the late Yuanying period. The corpses refined in the end are just Nascent Soul Early Stage." Su Zhuolo shook his head and explained.

Chen Jun opened the map, and the location of Xiaoyin Mountain is in the extreme north of the Demon Realm, where there are rocks and deserted forests.

"Take someone, let's go directly!" Chen Jun turned his head to look at the two Nascent Soul bodies that had just died, feeling a little regretful.

Su Zhuolo had no objection, and he almost never refuted any of Chen Jun's decisions. On that always expressionless face, emotions finally began to show.

Thirteen days later, there were rocks and forests.

The trees in front of you are faint, the strange rocks are piled up, and although the population is rare, it is not desolate.

Chen Jun pinched a trick and stopped the spirit boat under his feet. Naturally, he obtained this flying magic weapon from the two dead Nascent Soul cultivators.

There are indeed a lot of treasures on them, dozens of high-level spirit stones, hundreds of thousands of low-level spirit stones, which is really a considerable wealth, and that golden core monk Wei Wuyi who looks a little dying.

In the past ten or so days, he has recovered a little bit, except for some serious injuries to his consciousness, but there is no other injury.

However, through his observation these days, he has become more and more confused about the origins of the two people in front of him. They always have an inexplicable sense of alienation from the current cultivation world, and they don't even look like monks.

Taoist cultivators, demonic cultivators, and ghost cultivators, they don't seem to be alike, and their strength is surprisingly strong, and their attack methods are even more weird. They are completely aimed at divine consciousness, but they are very unfamiliar with the manipulation of spiritual power.

Could it be an ancient monk, but it has been tens of thousands of years since the ancient times. These two people are obviously still in the category of Nascent Soul, how could they have lived for so long.

But the weirdest thing is the way they get along with each other.

The leading role between the two is actually relatively weaker Chen Jun. This person looks good and handsome, but in fact he is extremely strong. It can be seen from his dark eyes that this person seems to have a An extremely powerful treasure.

However, it has been completely integrated with him, playing a role all the time, and at the same time making Chen Jun's strength increase every moment.

On the other side, Su Zhuolo always seemed a little silent.

Although that perfect face made him amazed, the creation actually favored it so much, but he always felt that there was something wrong with this person that he couldn't tell.

But such strange two people get along together, the relationship between them is by no means as simple as ordinary friends, Wei Wuyi has also heard of the matter of cutting off sleeves and dividing peaches, and there are no cultivators who have this habit in the comprehension world. Not too little.

However, the two of them didn't feel like glue when they got along, and it was even exaggerated. If it weren't for Chen Jun's occasional explicit gaze and Su Zhuolo's obvious default attitude, he wouldn't have thought about it.

Seeing that those two people had already stepped forward, Wei Wuyi didn't think too much, and hurriedly followed. His life is still in the hands of others, and life and death are only a matter of thought, so naturally he must be careful.

Xiaoyin Mountain, although there is a small character in its name, but in fact its scope is not small, a radius of two thousand miles can be regarded as its boundary.

As for the Nine Dragon Tomb, the location is really strange, the entrance is not at the bottom of the mountain, but at the top, and the way of entering is also extremely bizarre.

To enter from the Yinfeng Eye of the mountain pass, the Yinfeng can completely destroy the soul of the monks below Jindan in almost one breath, and even the Jindan can persist for half an hour at most, so few people come to this place, let alone Some people are stupid enough to jump in.

Wei Wuyi pointed to the narrow opening between the two peaks on the top of the mountain, and said, "This is the mouth of the Yinfeng Eye."

Su Zhuolo tried it out with his mental power, and obviously felt the huge suppression of mental power inside, and the position should be correct, so he nodded to Chen Jun.

"Lead the way ahead."

Wei Wuyi frowned, and sighed: "My consciousness is injured now, if I go in, I will only die."

Chen Jun glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you die if you don't get there."

Having said so much, coupled with the obvious threat in Chen Jun's eyes, Wei Wuyi also knew that he had no chance to choose, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk to the yin vent, and jumped down suddenly.

The black wind blows, and the black mist pervades the top of the mountain. From a distance, it looks like a hideous grimace. When you get close, when you touch the black smoke, you can feel the coldness like a knife, scratching your hands fiercely.

He had already checked Wei Wuyi's memory before, so Chen Jun was not afraid that he would make some pretense, so he directly dragged Su Zhuolo to jump off together.

The bone-eating chill did not do much damage to the spirit body, but the temperature was a little low, and Wei Wuyi, who was in front of him, was pale and ugly.

These evil winds were obviously aimed at monks other than ghost cultivators. A blue light flashed in Wei Wuyi's eyes, barely forming a protective shield. Suddenly, a spiritual force came from behind and blessed the shield.

Wei Wuyi immediately felt much better, turned his head to look, and it was not Chen Jun who shot, but Su Zhuolo.

Only then did the three of them start to grope in the black wind, the surroundings were very dark, only a faint aura was on the protective cover, and because of the huge suppression of mental power, it was difficult for even Su Zhuolo to probe too far away.

Wei Wuyi vaguely followed the previous route and walked straight forward.

After half an hour, the three of them saw a purple circle of light, Wei Wuyi's face was covered with cold sweat, Chen Jun calmed down, pointed at the circle of light and asked, "Is this the one?"

Wei Wuyi nodded, in his field of vision, he could only see a blur of purple, far less clearly than Su Zhuolo and the others.

Chen Jun poked his hand in and let a suction pull him in. Afterwards, Wei Wuyi and Su Zhuolo entered in turn.

Chen Jun quickly stepped on the ground again. He thought that the dizziness just now was like going through a teleportation array, but the distance should not be long, and they were still within the range of Xiaoyin Mountain.

The first thing that catches the eye is a stone tablet.

The three big characters of Jiulong Tomb were carved with blood. The carving was very deep, and the color on it was still bright red, as if it had just been poured on it.

Chen Jun rubbed his hands a little, and suddenly felt a slight tingling pain in his fingertips. The blood was full of resentment, and he didn't know what kind of blood it was from a strange beast.

In addition to the stone tablet, there is the hole next to it. Four fangs that are as thick as a person's height and need to be hugged with both hands are fixed on the edge of the hole, like a huge mouth that opened.

Such huge fangs are rare even among monsters. Chen Jun couldn't help but patted on them. The jade-like texture on them made him more and more satisfied.

So he couldn't help but said to Su Zhuolo: "I think this tooth is not bad, let's take it down and move it away!"

Wei Wuyi: "..."

Su Zhuolo: "...OK."

Wei Wuyi didn't expect that Su Zhuolo would agree to such an unreliable proposal. Just when he was about to say that the tooth had been buried with the mountain and couldn't be removed, so don't waste all his efforts, he saw Su Zhuolo chop it off with one hand. , forcibly cracked the earth and rock below.

Chen Jun pulled it harder, and it loosened.

Wei Wuyi: "..."

"What monster's teeth are these?"

Wei Wuyi said in a daze: "The giant yin beast, a top monster, has the strength of a nascent soul when it grows up. It likes to eat yin and wind. It is extremely huge. Its fangs are rare and extremely yin. It can be forged into a good magic weapon. Such a big fang Ya, may have reached the realm of transforming gods."

Chen Jun snorted, and then threw his fangs over.

"I'd like a knife, you look like it's about to be forged."

Wei Wuyi forcibly swallowed the words that I don't know how to refine weapons, and then said helplessly: "This may be a monster in the realm of transforming gods. If you want to smelt it, you need at least a late Yuanying cultivation. Can't do it."

Chen Jun raised his eyebrows, looking a little disappointed, then he got out the two Nascent Soul puppets, gave each of them a magic weapon in the shape of a sword, pointed at the fang and ordered: "Grind."

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