I'm afraid I won't survive [Quick Transmigration]

But after half a stick of incense, almost all the monsters on the field were crowded together in one place, the smaller ones were inside and the bigger ones were outside, with their heads facing outwards and their tails facing inwards, forming a circle around them in a neat and orderly manner. It's like obeying someone's orders in unison.

Xu Si, who was in the center of the monster circle, squatted on the ground and turned around, his heart rate gradually returned to normal. He found that these monsters with strange faces were not malicious, and did not launch any attacks on him. He was isolated from all the monks, and the monsters were very quiet, and they would only fight back when a monk tried to break through.

This general situation of protecting a calf seems to be protecting him.

Xu Si wondered in his heart, but now he was surrounded by a crowd, and he couldn't see what was going on outside at all.

"Si Zhilan, you are at the end of your strength, hurry up and get caught!" A male voice resounded like a bell, Xu Si held his breath and focused all his consciousness to gather at the source of the sound.

"Hehehehe, Patriarch Feng, what did Si Zhilan do wrong, what's the reason for her to be captured obediently?"

The voice should be Si Huang's brother Si Zhilan. Xu Si silently climbed up the snake, stepped on the snake's head and stretched his neck to look around.

Si Zhilan became famous when she was young, and there was a rebellious and domineering evil spirit all over her body. She didn't pay attention to the group of pedantic and old-fashioned hypocrites on the field.

He stood on the back of a black bear as high as a three-story building. His blue robe fluttered up and down in the night wind. He held a long sword in his left hand, and blood dripped continuously from the sword slot.

Under the moonlight, the cold light reflected by the blade of the sword was about three feet wide, which happened to be reflected on his pale face. His long and narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and his chin was raised, giving rise to an aura of disdain for no reason.

"Why?" Yu Jian flew in the air, sneered at Si Zhilan's Feng Yu, and swept the dust in his hand, "Your Si family has caused such a disaster to the world of cultivating immortals. He still refuses to admit that he has never repented, and even summoned an army of monsters to fight against the corner, why? Did Patriarch Si think that he could escape from the siege today?"

This Feng Yu is the patriarch of the Luming Feng family, who is over half a hundred years old, and has a bitter and mean look.The Luming Feng family is now a centipede that is dead but not stiff, leaving only an empty shell and a false name, mostly because the current patriarch is really not qualified, has no progress in cultivation, and has a lot of red tape. Extremely pedantic and old-fashioned.

"Patriarch Si, in order to avoid more unnecessary sacrifices, and to consider for your disciples, you'd better bow your head and confess your guilt earlier." A cold female cultivator beside Feng Yu spoke politely.

"My disciple?" Si Zhilan's slightly squinted eyes suddenly opened, and the light bursting out of them was shocking. He swung his long sword and turned around like crazy, "Look at it, look at it, where is it still there?" Are there any members of my clan left? After being wiped out by you, you still dare to say with a shy face that you think about my disciples?"

"Hmph, you deserve death for supporting such a vicious patriarch like you!" Feng Yujiu roared with a pale face, the wrinkles on his face were stretched out, and he looked much younger.

Si Zhilan's bloodless lips raised a smile, it was too abrupt and horrifying, with malicious intentions, like a Raksha ghost from hell, the next second, a sword lay across Feng Yu's neck, "Old man Son, do you have the guts to say it again?"

Master Feng immediately fell silent.

All the heads of the four great families.In terms of seniority, Feng Yu is No. 1, and in terms of cultivation and attainment, he is No. 1 from the bottom.

Fang Feixu, the head of Meilin Fang's family, is the only female cultivator among the four heads of the family.She didn't realize how the opponent made the attack, but saw Fang Feixu's cold eyes passing by, and Si Zhilan's sword was thrown away.

"Patriarch Si, you have been seriously injured. I don't know why you are delaying time again and again?" Fang Feixu slapped it, and Feng Yu was pushed away, escaping from Si Zhilan's control.

At the same time, Si Zhilan jumped back onto the black bear, seeing a white figure out of the corner of his eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, sharp-eyed people with higher cultivation bases will find that Si Zhilan's current condition is really not good, her true energy is extremely unstable, she must have suffered serious internal injuries, but her momentum has not diminished at all.It looks like a beast with a head injury.

After everyone arrived, Si Zhilan took his time and carefully wiped the sword in his hand with the hem of his robe. It was the master sword of his Youzhu Si Clan, "Qi Shang".

"I know what I say now, you will all take it as a dying sophistry, but I still have to say something." He said quietly, his eyes full of scorn, "I, Youzhusi, and I, Zhilan, are worthy of the heaven and the earth I don’t care about fellow Taoists, our family was framed and framed by traitors, and now it’s being encircled and suppressed by the family, and the whole family is almost wiped out, who will give me the justice of the Youzhusi family?”

"You said you were wronged? Besides Si's direct disciples, who else can control monsters? You gave us an example to show us?" Another leader of the small sect below asked loudly.

Si Zhilan's shining amber eyes turned to him, the man was stared at by Shura, and immediately dared not fart.

"I'm also conducting a thorough investigation." Si Zhilan uttered a sentence stiffly, and tightened her hand holding the sword.

"Could it be that your Youzhusi clan has turned out to be a traitor!"

One word awakened the dreamer, and the crowd was in an uproar.

"If there really is a traitor, then Mrs. Si will have to take the blame for it. It is hard to escape the blame for teaching such a cruel disciple."

"Yeah, I didn't die unjustly. If you want me to say, the forbidden technique of manipulating monsters like this can't last forever. Who knows when these monsters will get out of control and become mad?"

"That's right, this forbidden technique is inherently destructive, so Youzhusi used it as the foundation of his family's life."

"Hey, don't you forget, if it weren't for the army of monsters to turn the tide in the battle against the Demon Dao, where would the current peaceful and prosperous world of cultivating immortals come about? What a group of people who have forgotten their roots!"

"I forgot my origins? No one in your family is dead, so of course you are making sarcastic remarks! How many disciples of the aristocratic family died under the claws of the manipulated monsters just last month. Do you really not know or are you pretending to be confused?"

The people below were noisy and noisy.

No one noticed that a child sneaked up on the black bear's buttock where Si Zhilan was standing. Xu Si lay on her stomach carefully, and she could meet Si Zhilan with a few steps forward.

I don't know whether it was influenced by the original owner's memory or what, but he actually developed some complicated and affectionate feelings for the figure in front of him.

"Don't come here." Just as Xu Si took a step forward, Si Zhilan's voice suddenly entered his ears, it felt like another 2333 was speaking in his mind, Xu Si subconsciously stopped.

"Ah Huang, listen carefully. Now I will pass on the title of Patriarch of the Youzhu Si Clan to you. You must survive and find another good opportunity to revive the Si Clan." Si Zhilan still only turned her back coldly. Looking at him, or feeling that his tone was a bit harsh, he cleared his throat and softened, "Don't worry, brother will definitely protect your life."

In the previous few worlds, after Xu Si transmigrated onto the body of the original owner, she cleverly missed their family members for various reasons. This time, at least she had a living relative who was about to die soon.For a moment, he had mixed feelings and sighed endlessly.

In order not to wear clothes, he immediately cried out in terror, "Brother, I can't be the head of this family, you can keep it, I only want you to live."

Si Huang was originally a somewhat introverted and cowardly young man, and his reaction now is also reasonable.

Si Zhilan's back stiffened, and she sighed, "It's time for you to learn to be independent. Be strong. I, Youzhusi, have no cowards."

Xu Si frowned.

After saying a word, Si Zhilan opened her arms suddenly, and the world changed color in an instant.

The night turned into day, the starry sky disappeared, and a round of cold daylight hung brightly, the temperature dropped sharply, the surrounding scenery changed and changed, and finally it was frozen in a vast expanse of whiteness.

Something is being sprinkled from the sky.

Xu Si touched the tip of her nose, it was a little cold and a little wet, it was snowing all over the sky.

"This is Xiaoqianshishi! Si Zhilan has become Xiaoqianshijie!" Someone exclaimed.

"What? Little Thousand World? I don't believe it, he has such ability?"

"Are you blind! Isn't this what Little Thousand World is!"

"In the small thousand world, killing a person is as easy as trampling an ant to death, run, run!"

"What's the hurry, isn't Patriarch Ling Jiuwei Ling still there? Look at your cowardly look."

"What do you know! It's also Xiaoqian World, the one that opens first has the advantage! Even if Patriarch Ling opens it now, he can't beat it!"

"Then why are you still standing there, you can't win and run away!"

All the monks below suddenly turned into a pot of porridge, boiling and bubbling.

The faces of the other three Patriarchs were not the same. Feng Yu's shock was greater than panic, followed by a sense of shame. He is so old, and his cultivation is far from enough to open Xiaoqian World. It is fine if Ling Jiuwei takes the first step. , now even Si Zhilan is ahead of him, jealousy seems to quench the fire of resentment for a moment, but it burns his internal organs vigorously.

Fang Feixu kept his composure and frowned, obviously he was very troubled by the current situation.

Ling Jiu, who had been watching from the sidelines, raised his eyebrows slightly, and worry flashed in his dark pupils. He could tell that with Si Zhilan's current physical condition, opening Xiaoqian World forcibly might be life-threatening.

"Brother Zhilan, don't force it." He looked into Si Zhilan's eyes, and his voice became a thread.

Si Zhilan hooked the corners of her lips with a wry smile, her eyes froze, and with a wave of "Qi Shang" in her hand, the icy ground suddenly shook, and sharp ice edges rose from the ground one after another, straight into the sky, before she could dodge Some of the cultivators were stabbed directly, and were directly pierced by the ice edge, reaching the sky.

All the swords of all the monks who can control the sword flew into the air, dodging in the air, and just escaped, Si Zhilan waved his hand, and another ice edge fell from the sky, and there was another puffing, puffing, piercing sound of flesh and blood.

Mourning is everywhere.

Si Zhilan's three thousand black hairs were all scattered, against his increasingly pale face, it looked like paper, like a ghost.

"Stop!" Feng Yu condensed his sword with Qi while dodging, and shot several orange sword Qi at Si Zhilan from the air, all of which were dodged lightly one by one, so angry that he almost lost control of the sword.

There are ice edges stabbing up from the ground, and ice edges falling from the sky from time to time, and the angles are strange. These ice edges seem to have eyes, and they pick people's positions to stab.

Si Zhilan lowered her eyes, looked at the miserable faces all over the floor, and felt that she had returned to her roots.

"If you want me to stop, you have to do one thing I ask, and I will commit suicide in front of you right now." He stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the monks flying all over the sky coldly, thinking it was ridiculous.

Fang Feixu's two swords slashed through a slanting icicle, and asked coldly, "What request?"

"Bah. You are worthy of asking!" Feng Yu spat, his neck stiffened.

"Patriarch Feng, do you want to come and go?" Si Zhilan glanced at him lightly, a burst of sweetness gushed out of his throat, and he pressed it back desperately, "If you insist on this, I can help you."

No, he can't fall down yet.

Thousands of calculations have been made, but Si Zhilan's cultivation base has advanced so rapidly.

Feng Yu glanced over and saw the tragic death of his disciples, knowing that if this continues, the whole army will be wiped out, so he swallowed forcefully, "Tell me, what do you want?"

"It's nothing, today you killed almost all of my Youzhusi clan, and I also killed so many of your disciples, so it's even. Right now, I just want everyone to keep a piece of incense from my Youzhusi clan, so that they won't be wiped out. "Speaking, Si Zhilan turned her head, "Ah Huang, come here."

Everyone only saw a blood-stained young man coming out from behind Si Zhilan, his eyes like the stars in the sky glistened with tears.

"Today, Si wants you to make an oath. In the future, you will never kill our only incense burner! If not, everyone will be buried in my 'ice and snow cave' together." Si Zhilan held the sword to her throat, and the blade of the sword Cutting through the skin, his eyes were full of madness.

If the creator of the Little Thousand World dies in his own Little Thousand World, then all the people trapped in it will be buried with the creator.

"I swear, I swear, I swear, don't be impulsive." Feng Yu was the first to agree with both hands and feet, and hurriedly agreed.

Anyway... You can't kill the killer clearly, but you can do it secretly.

There was a echo from below.

Only Ling Jiuwei knew that Si Zhilan's mana was unsustainable, and this little world would be forced to close soon.He could already see the imperative death in Si Zhilan's eyes.

"Hey, old man, we are all thousand-year-old bastards, what are you pretending to be a big Xuanwu? I don't believe a word you swear." Si Zhilan smiled contemptuously, and he turned to Ling Jiuwei, "Master Ling, I have Kindly ask."

Feng Yu, who was said to be Wang Bajing, turned green in embarrassment, but after thinking about it, this kid is a lunatic who even scolded himself, so he resisted the urge to yell at him.

Ling Jiu, who was called by name, was taken aback for a moment, and nodded slightly.

"Can you take my Huang'er as a disciple? Protect him from being harmed by traitors?" Si Zhilan looked over with pleading eyes, "Put him by your side so that you can perform the duty of supervision and discipline on your behalf. "

After finishing speaking, he looked around with sneering eyes, "Aren't you afraid that my descendants will make a comeback? Are you afraid that the grass will not be eradicated and the tiger will become a threat? You should rest assured that the head of the Ling family will come forward to supervise it for you? In this way, everyone said A friend can not only resolve the immediate crisis, but also avoid the worries in the future, but I just want to save a little blood, which kills two birds with one stone."

There was a silence on the field for a while, and then there was a lot of discussion, and some people boldly shouted at their throats.

"Yes, Patriarch Ling, I think this method is very good, why don't you consider it?"

"Patriarch Ling, the lives of all of us are at the mercy of your thoughts. Why don't you make an exception for the matter of nodding?"

All the monks quarreled, completely forgetting Ling Jiuwei's hard rule of not accepting disciples.

"Patriarch Ling, if you find it difficult, I can supervise it for you." Fang Feixu whispered to him.

Ling Jiu frowned slightly and shook his head.

Si Zhilan pushed him to the cusp of the storm and made him unable to get off. Although he knew it was just a trick, but when he met the hopeful eyes of the pair of brothers who had no other choice but to make such a bad move, for some reason, he couldn't bear to refuse. .

Suddenly he remembered the scene when he and Si Zhilan had a lively conversation with Si Zhilan when they were teenagers, and remembered that child who used to hold his fingers and nibble on his saliva when he was young.

In the end, he sighed softly.

"Brother Zhilan, I agree with you."

The author has something to say: Huang, also bamboo.