Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Shen Gurong and the pavilion master were arguing outside because of accounting matters, but Mu's relegation into the sea of ​​fierce swords and swords was extremely dangerous.

The sea of ​​swords is like a human's sea of ​​consciousness, boundless and boundless as far as the eye can see. Mu Yu is completely different from when he was in front of Shen Gurong. His face was like sinking water, and the bright red birthmark on his face slowly spread out red lines like dead branches. Dots become red and mydriasis.

Over the past ten years, when he gradually manipulated the majestic spiritual power that came from nowhere in his body, the birthmark on his face would change little by little like a living thing.

At first, Mu Ji was trembling with fear from his ghostly face, but after he completely controlled his spiritual power, he didn't feel so scary anymore. On the contrary, when the birthmark on his face changed, the spiritual power in his body seemed to run more smoothly , Absorb the surrounding spiritual power, and the cultivation breakthrough will be faster.

Still holding the old sword in his hand, he looked around indifferently.

There was a dead silence in the sea of ​​swords, looking at the sea of ​​swords that didn't look like a fierce sword at all.

But soon after, waves of white mist slowly appeared on the sea-like ground under the feet, and the mist was vast in an instant, and strands of red lines floated back and forth like flying beasts with folded wings.

Mu Ban thought to himself, here we come.

The sword in his hand tightened.

Facing the unknown fear in the white mist, Mu Ji tensed up and swung his sword violently to disperse the white mist that blinded his vision, but soon, the white mist enveloped him again.

Mu Ji frowned, and at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side.

"come here."

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned around in astonishment.

At the same time, the white mist suddenly burrowed towards the ground, and in an instant, the surroundings changed completely.

Scattered tombs scattered all around, spreading to nowhere, the sky was pitch black, as if shrouded by something, and the surroundings were full of ghosts and demonic breaths that were constantly flying.

At the end of Mu Ji's line of sight, Shen Fengxue was standing beside a tomb in white clothes, slightly stretched out his hand towards him, and his wide sleeves were slightly blown up by the wind.

Mu Ji froze all over, staring at him blankly.

At this moment, a figure suddenly ran past him, quickly flew onto Shen Fengxue's body, and hugged his waist tightly on tiptoe.

"Master..." the child choked up, "I didn't kill anyone..."

Shen Fengxue's eyes were cold, and when they lowered slightly, there was a faint blush at the end of his eyes. He let the child hold him, neither comforting nor scolding, as if he was just pampering a coquettish child.

The child choked for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

Mu Ban's pupils shrank.

The person in Shen Fengxue's arms is exactly him when he was young.

Xiao Mu's eyes were slightly red, and his body was trembling slightly. He took Shen Fengxue as the last straw, grabbed his sleeve tightly, and said in a low voice: "Master, where is this place? Just now Senior Brother Sanshui said that I can't do without , What do you mean? Li Suo... Is senior brother really dead?"

What he said was so upside down that people didn't know what to answer.

Shen Fengxue looked down at him, and after a long while said softly: "I'm here."

Xiao Mu's eyes slowly widened.

Shen Fengxue said: "No matter how long you stay here, I will be with you."

"Don't be afraid."

In an instant, the fear and fear on Xiao Mu's face disappeared, and he threw himself into Shen Fengxue's arms again, and nodded slightly: "Yes."

Mu Yan watched from the side with a dazed expression on his face.

When was he so dependent on his master when he was young?

What is killing Lisuo?

What is it all around here?

He was so confused that he almost forgot that this was just a sea of ​​swords.

Soon, the time around seemed to be passing by quickly, and after an unknown amount of time, Xiao Mu had grown up, and in front of him was Yu Xinghe, who was wearing a yellow shirt and was full of smiles.

Although Yu Xinghe was smiling, he was holding a sword in his hand, his eyes were bent, as harmless as when he was acting like a spoiled child when he was young.

Mu Yan heard him say softly: "Little senior brother, give me what the master gave you."

Mu Yu stared at him blankly, behind Yu Xinghe, the burial mound had broken through the barrier, and countless spiritual power and light poured in from that hole, and was instantly absorbed into the dantian by Mu Yu, who hadn't encountered spiritual power for ten years.

He was a little dazed: "What?"

Yu Xinghe smiled even more happily: "Little senior brother is still pretending to be stupid. Ten years ago, the master did not hesitate to cut off half of the Yuan Dan, and asked Sanshui senior brother to send him to the bone grave. I give it to you."

He slowly pulled out the sword, and after a flash of light, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

Yu Xinghe was expressionless, and looked at Mu Ban with a cold expression: "Give me the artifact, and I will look after my brothers and let you live."

Mu Yan took half a step back in a daze, not understanding what he was talking about.

And Mu Yan, who was watching not far away, was also stunned at this time.

But the surrounding scene changed again before he could digest it.

This time, Mu Yu was wearing a green robe covered in blood, he stuck Lin Xiachun in his hand on Yu Xinghe's chest, and spun it hard.

Yu Xinghe's mouth was full of blood, he struggled to hold on to Mu Yu's shoulder, even laughing when he was dying.

He vomited a mouthful of blood, and said with difficulty: "Little senior brother, Master has been partial to you since childhood, even if you were imprisoned by me, he still cared about your life and death... Back then, my whole country was slaughtered by the enemy, and the corpses were scattered everywhere. Shen Shengjun is not even willing to lend me a divine weapon? Haha, can you say that everything in this world is fair..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Mu Yu directly inserted the sword in his hand to the bottom, directly piercing Yu Xinghe's body, leaving a bloodstain from the back of his chest.

Hearing Yu Xinghe's muffled snort, and his voice became even quieter, Mu Yan coldly sent a wave of spiritual power to keep half of his life alive.

He asked, "Let me ask one last time, where is Master?"

Yu Xinghe's pupils dilated a little, and he was still smiling: "He's dead."

Mu Yan narrowed his eyes and pupils, grabbed Yu Xinghe's long hair, forced him to look up, and said coldly: "You haven't got the artifact yet, so you won't kill him."

Yu Xinghe's face was covered with blood. Seeing Mu Yu's almost crazy appearance, he smiled as if he had succeeded: "You said before that I am a lunatic, as you wish, I am now insane. You are the same What does the lunatic say?"

Mu Yan's eyes were red.

Yu Xinghe was very pleased to see him like this, exhausted his last bit of strength, and said: "He has been imprisoned by me for ten years, and you have been looking for him in the Three Realms for ten years, but in fact, he is not in the demon clan, he is nearby In front of you, little brother."

He grinned: "He has always been in the Wanli Ice Field behind Yuxu Mountain. If you are not afraid of death, go look for it now. Maybe you can find his body before the snow covers it."

Mu Ban's pupils suddenly turned bloody and dilated, and he strangled Yu Xinghe's neck and pressed him against the boulder beside him.

A loud bang.

White mist appeared around again.

Mu Yan was stunned, looking around as if in a dream, but hadn't recovered yet.

A voice sounded faintly from behind him.

"Hee hee." Someone said, "Your Yuan Dan's memory is really delicious. The three master and apprentice killed each other. Tsk tsk, I am very satisfied."

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Yu suddenly turned around, but still only saw a piece of white mist.

Mu Yan didn't dare to be distracted any longer, he grasped the sword in his hand and swung it fiercely, the spiritual power was so powerful that it could break through thousands of armies, and with a sharp sound, the white mist in front of him split a path.

At the end of the road, a cloud of black mist slowly floated towards him.

If the Lord of the Sword Pavilion was here, he would definitely be able to tell at a glance that this was a sword spirit who had already opened his mind.

If he knew, he definitely wouldn't have taken away Shen Gu Rong's spirit stones.

Sword Spirit's voice was childish, like a child: "Give me your Yuan Dan, I will eat all those painful memories for you, so that you will not feel uncomfortable."

Mu Ji looked at him indifferently, and said coldly, "That's not my memory."

The sword spirit said "ah", and said: "Impossible, I have eaten many people's Yuandan... Oh no, memory, if there is never any omission, then the memory is yours."

The sword spirit who wanted to trick Mu Ji into handing over Yuan Dan was not very intelligent, and even leaked Yuan Dan and his memory.

Mu Ji didn't say a word.

The sword spirit floated over, surrounded Mu Yu and said: "Leave it to me, don't those memories make you uncomfortable, I can see it, you are so uncomfortable that Yuan Dan is not stable."

Mu Ban took a deep breath, and said coldly, "Although those memories make me uncomfortable, they are not mine."

Jian Ling is very confident in his ability to elicit the most painful memories in others' hearts, he doesn't believe in Mu's relegation at all, and even thinks he is duplicity.

The cloud of black mist turned into a human figure on the spot, twisted and twisted and finally turned into the appearance of Shen Fengxue, but he only had the skin of Shen Fengxue, and he didn't have the demeanor of being as cold as a secluded pool at all, making him appear neither fish nor fowl.

Jian Ling faced Shen Gurong's face, blinked his left eye at Mulu, and said with a smile: "Your master is dead, I can be your master."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Ji swung his sword coldly, smashing the sword spirit's body into pieces, forcing him to return to the appearance of black mist.

Sword Spirit: "Ah——what are you doing? This is your master's face!"

Mu Ji's eyes were gloomy, and he said solemnly: "If you dare to face him again, I will kill you."

Sword Spirit: "..."

The sword spirit didn't understand the world at all, and whispered: "But he's already dead..."

Mu Yu couldn't hold back, swiped his sword again, and said coldly: "I've said it all, it's not my memory, my master didn't have... an accident."

Sword Spirit was slashed again, screamed, and hid in a corner shaking for a while before looking at Mu Ban.

"I don't believe it, human beings are cunning, you must be trying to hold on." The sword spirit said, "Just wait, I will definitely draw out your demons!"

Mu Yan looked at him coldly, and waved his sleeves: "If you have the ability, come and try."

The sword spirit tried it, and it made a white mist around it again, and the whole black mist got into the white mist and disappeared.

Mu Ji also probably figured out why no one has domesticated this sword.

As long as he entered his sea of ​​consciousness, he could bring out the most painful and frightening memories in people's memory. Although it looked extremely simple, that special memory was extremely easy to attract people.

Cultivators have always been the most taboo of inner demons. If an inner demon arises in the sea of ​​swords, it is almost at the mercy of the sword spirit.

Fortunately, Mu Ban was not aroused by demons.

The inexplicable memory made Mu Yu unable to understand, but at this moment he was not too distracted, the most important thing was to subdue the sword first.

Outside Jianhai, Shen Gurong counted the time for a stick of incense, and got a little impatient with the wait, a wave of spiritual power slowly rippled out of the sword mound.

The red light on the fierce sword had disappeared, and soon, Mu Yan flashed out from the mountain wall, holding the hilt of the fierce sword, and pulled the sword out of the mountain wall bit by bit with no expression on his face.

Even though Shen Gurong had expected that Mu Yu would definitely come out, he was still relieved to see his figure.

The pavilion master has already settled the accounts and sent them to Xianyun City as soon as possible. At this time, when he saw Mu Yu come out, he quickly flattered him: "As expected of Shengjun's apprentice, even the sword that no one has ever tamed Can be easily controlled, the Holy King is really good at teaching disciples, and he is a role model for our generation!"

Shen Gurong clasped his wide sleeves with his hands, his face was full of a casual "just so" look, but he was cheering in his heart.

"Mu Ban! As expected of you! Ha, ha, ha! I must show off to Master Xi later!"

Mu Yan, who was pulling his sword vigorously, overheard it, and almost fell off the mountain wall.

He looked strange, staring at the fierce sword in the mountain wall that was only a little away from the tip of the sword, and said coldly: "Since you lost, then get out."

Fierce Sword is still insisting on his last struggle: "Wuwu, why can't you attract the inner demon?! Can you let me die quickly!? Tell me why not, everyone else will come out at once, you have dozens It’s still that broken memory!”

As he spoke, he immediately accused: "Your master must be dead!"

Mu Yu gritted his teeth silently, thinking that after he got the sword, it would be best to ask Jiange to help him forge it, so as to change this outspoken temperament.

In the end, the fierce sword that used all the spiritual power to lure Mu Ban's heart demon completely lost its strength, and was pulled off the mountain wall by Mu Ban in shame.

After pulling out the sword, all the swords in the entire sword mound gave out a violent buzzing, which soon stopped.

Mu Yan fluttered down from the mountain wall, walked quickly to Shen Gurong, bowed slightly: "Master, I'm back."

Shen Gurong nodded reservedly: "It's okay."

"It's so cute! It's so cute! Cocoa!"

Mu Yan: "..."

The sword spirit in Mu Ji's hand suddenly said: "You are his master? Hey? Aren't you dead?"

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong was startled by the sudden sound, and looked towards the source of the sound expressionlessly.

Mu Yu knocked on the hilt of the sword impatiently, and the sword spirit let out a pain and dared not speak.

The pavilion master's eyes widened when he saw the sword spirit, he almost jumped three feet high: "Sword sword sword spirit?!"

Mu Yu knew the pavilion master's bad temper, so he didn't care about him, but said to Shen Gu Rong with a gentle expression: "Master, it's time for us to go back."

After Shen Gurong experienced the transformation of spirit beasts and distractions, he was completely used to the transformation of strange things. He nodded and said, "Okay."

The pavilion master beat his chest and stomped his feet in the back, and shouted boldly: "Holy Lord? Holy Monarch, stop! Holy Monarch, if it is a sword spirit, it will be a different price! You need to replenish another five thousand spirit stones, Holy Monarch! Shepherd?"

Mu Yu ignored him at all, seeing that he still wanted to chase after him, he said "offend" to Shen Gurong, directly held Shen Gurong's wrist rebelliously, and walked out of the Jiange quickly.

After the pavilion master chased them out, the two had long since disappeared.

After leaving Fuxian City, Mu Yan, who had been holding on all this time, finally couldn't bear it, staggered and almost knelt on the ground.

Shen Gurong had quick eyes and quick hands, and supported him.

"what happened?"

At the time of Jianzhong, although it was said that only a stick of incense had passed outside, the sword sea where Mu Ban was located was full of memories dozens of times drawn by the sword spirit from the Mu Ban Yuandan.

Mu Yan didn't know how long it had been, and sometimes he really thought that illusory scene was real, he really turned against Yu Xinghe, and his master really died under Yu Xinghe's hands.

Fortunately, when he was young, Shen Gurong accidentally gave him the wooden bead that he had strung with a red string. He had been wearing it on his wrist for ten years. When he was in a trance, as long as he touched the bead, It will be able to maintain the last sliver of clarity, so that the demons will not be drawn out by the non-existent memory.

In the end, it was the sword spirit that collapsed first.

Mu Yu stayed in the sea of ​​swords for too long, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and it was already the limit to force his way out of Fuxian City.

He was a little short of breath, his legs were weak and he fell into Shen Gurong's arms, and was directly embraced by Shen Gurong, surrounded by the faint scent of honey.

Mu Ji is not a character to show weakness, he instinctively wants to stand up, after trying it forcibly... he finds that he can really stand up.

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Yan let himself fall down.