The days of being a cook in fairyland

Rong Jin's home is in the Lower Second Heaven.

Unlike the Immortal Realm, the Nether Realm does not have a stable teleportation array available, and even the most common carriages and flying boats in the Immortal Realm are hard to find in this place.

It's not surprising, Nether is far more dangerous than Immortal Realm, carriages and flying boats are not easy to move flexibly, once they are attacked while flying in mid-air, they will not even have time to escape, so they can only be used as targets in vain.

So to a certain extent, if the demon cultivator in the Netherworld wants to reach a place, there are basically only two methods that can be used, either with the sword, or by walking with his own legs.

It is obviously unrealistic to go from the next heaven to the next second heaven.Yin Xiaobei had already somewhat prepared himself mentally, but when Rong Jin really called him up, Yin Xiaobei couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

The familiar dizziness struck again.

The spirit sword under his feet was only one inch wide at most, and the surrounding area was empty.

Really, Yin Xiaobei suddenly felt that compared with this, the situation he encountered at Cracked Copper Wood was nothing more than pediatrics. After all, there were still many branches under his feet at that time. Can hold the other one, if it falls now, it is estimated that it can only touch the ground on the face.

"Forget about that, or you go there first, and I can wait for you here by myself." Yin Xiaobei couldn't bear it as soon as the spirit sword left the ground.

"What are you talking about?" Rong Jin was in a hurry, he didn't have time to listen to Yin Xiaobei's nonsense, so he directly pulled him into the spirit sword.

The wind was howling, and the speed of the spirit sword was so fast, Yin Xiaobei closed his eyes tightly, and pulled Rong Jin hard, but still felt that his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand up.

"We're going to the Second Heaven soon," said the middle-aged man who came to inform Rong Jin before, while looking around, "I just hope nothing happens."

No, Yin Xiaobei almost wanted to reach out, wondering if this kind of flag could be set up casually.

Sure enough, as soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the world suddenly fell into a coma, the wind was strong, a black iron shuttle appeared out of thin air, and flew towards several people.

"Not good," the middle-aged man hurriedly dodged with his sword, "it's the Soul Reaper."

The Soul Reaping Shuttle... Rong Jin was stunned, and even forgot to dodge.

He naturally knows what a soul-snatching shuttle is. The magic weapon that became famous under the confidant of the demon king in charge of the lower seventh heaven is this soul-snatching shuttle. He was instantly captivated, driven by him, and could no longer escape.

But why, although Rong Jin is not without calculations in his heart, but now that he has just completed the task entrusted to him by the other party, it is unreasonable to be thrown across the river at this time.

A bad premonition suddenly came to my heart.

"Rong Jin, stop talking nonsense, and hand over the secret magic weapon you got from the Chiyue secret realm." Behind the Soul Reaping Shuttle was a man who had given Rong Jin the task before.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have any magical artifacts at all." Rong Jin barely managed to stabilize his mind, and raised his voice.

This sentence is true, although it is true that he has been to the Chiyue Secret Realm, there is nothing there at all, not to mention the so-called magical artifacts of the secret realm, and he has not even found a higher-level Lingzhi.

And that happened last month, he didn't understand why someone would suddenly bring up the matter about that secret realm again.

"Do you think I'll believe you? It's either a magic weapon of the secret realm or the inheritance of the secret realm," the man lost his patience completely, and took out a pitch-black bottle from his bosom, and could faintly see silver shimmers flickering inside. , "You should be able to recognize this thing, it's still early, if it's a little later in the evening, I can't guarantee whether your family members will survive."

The soul storage bottle, the magic weapon matched with the soul-removing shuttle, is specially used to imprison the soul of the demon cultivator. If the soul stays in it for more than half a day, it will be completely refined by the magic weapon, and it is difficult for the gods to save it.

... something serious happened in your house.

Rong Jin suddenly turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man beside him. The middle-aged man closed his eyes and dared not look at him, so he just nodded slightly.

"Let them go, I don't know what magic weapon is in the secret realm, I only know where the core formation of Chiyue secret realm is, if you want to go, I will take you there now." Rong Jin took a deep breath, trying to calm down Get down.

The person on the opposite side sneered: "You have already obtained the inheritance of the secret realm. If I go with you now, I am looking for a dead end. It is useless to talk more. The magic weapon of the secret realm or the inheritance of the secret realm is in exchange for the soul of your family. Of course, if you don't want to It doesn't matter, I've been thinking about refining a Hundred Ghost Banner for myself recently, and I lack the soul of this kind of natural demon cultivator the most."

Rong Jin, who had always been calm, finally changed his face.

Yin Xiaobei secretly thought that it was not good, and saw that Rong Jin beside him no longer hesitated, and sacrificed a magic weapon with his backhand, threw it into the air, and collided fiercely with the flying Soul Reaping Shuttle.

"Boom" with a loud noise.

Yin Xiaobei didn't even have time to scream, and the spirit sword was knocked off by the tumbling air.

The wind screamed in his ears, and the falling speed became faster and faster. The feeling of weightlessness made Yin Xiaobei's whole heart tighten.

The fear of death is infinitely approaching, the surrounding sounds, the breeze coming and going, and even time seem to be stagnant.

No, Yin Xiaobei slightly opened his eyes, it wasn't an illusion, the speed of falling seemed to have really slowed down.

"You..." Before Yin Xiaobei came back to his senses, he suddenly felt himself falling into a warm embrace.

"Got you."

What happened to Nether 300 years ago?

He Wen lowered her head, didn't even realize that she had returned to the cracked copper wood before, and was still thinking hard.

"I said you are so strange. Since you have already come out, this kind of useless thing, even if you really think about it, what good will it be?" Situ Sheng stared at the two people who were still hugging each other not far away. , spoke sourly.

He Wen shook her head: "What do you know, it's not a question of whether it's good or not."

300 years ago, 300 years ago... That's right, 300 years ago, he was not the sixth elder in the clan. At that time, an earth-shattering event indeed happened in Netherworld.

No, maybe even "major event" is not enough to describe it... The demon king appeared in the world, almost the entire lower heaven was destroyed, and countless sects were wiped out overnight.

He Wen raised her head, no wonder, if that happened, it would make sense, why almost none of the immortal cultivators who entered this illusion before could survive.

"Do you have any sympathy?" Situ Sheng's extremely aggrieved voice suddenly came from beside his ear.

He Wen turned around inexplicably, wondering what's wrong with this unlucky child.

Go to the third heaven, like a cave mansion.

By the Lingchi water, Feng Qing only felt that his legs were going numb from squatting.

"Brother, when will that person come out?" After waiting for a while, seeing that there was still no movement on the water, Feng Qing finally couldn't help asking.

"What's the rush? Is this something you can be anxious about? With your kind of mind, you can't bear anything. Do you still want to take a step forward in magic skills in the future?"

That's what I said, but Feng Yan couldn't sit still anymore.

How to put it, he bought those pair of exquisite scorpions from the black market at a huge price.Although it is not the best in itself, it should be more than enough for that person.However, looking at the sky, it has been more than a day, and there is no reason why there is no response yet.

Just as Feng Yan was fidgeting, scarlet ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of Lingchi.

"Here we come!" Feng Yan stood up in surprise.

And then nothing happens.

"Brother?" Feng Qing turned around suspiciously.

The spiritual pool under his feet was as smooth as a mirror, and the people who were supposed to appear on the water did not appear at all.No, Feng Yan felt it for a while, as if the exquisite scorpion that was in the man's sachet before had disappeared.

What a hell.

This time, even Feng Yan couldn't help being a little dumbfounded, and coughed after a long while: "Well, I suddenly thought about it, we are still acting recklessly now, after all, this matter is of great importance, I think we need to think about it in the long run It is."

"Oh." Feng Qing was confused and could only nod along in a daze.

Long term or something...

Nine Heavens Gate, on the cracked copper wood.

Finally being put down, Yin Xiaobei patted his flushed cheeks, feeling his heart beating violently, somehow reminded him of an experiment he had seen before.

The so-called suspension bridge effect means that when a person is in a dangerous situation, there will be a certain chance of mistakenly attributing the increased heartbeat caused by the danger to the heartbeat of the people around him.

It seems that there are hundreds of butterflies fluttering in the stomach, and the heartbeat cannot be slowed down.Before Yin Xiaobei could figure out what to say in this embarrassing situation, he felt his right hand was suddenly pulled over.

"Clap" sound.

A jade ring was clasped on his right wrist.

No, it is not accurate to say that it is Yuhuan.Yin Xiaobei lowered his head, and the bracelet on his wrist looked like gold but not gold, jade but not jade. It was hollowed out all around, engraved with complicated patterns, and even a faint blue light could be faintly seen flickering inside.

"Return the gift." Xi Chong said lightly.

return gift?Oh, Yin Xiaobei finally remembered, this should be the heart of the cracked copper tree before.

"Back then, the sky-gazing mirror was suddenly upgraded, and excess aura escaped. I saw it as a pity, so I collected all the aura, and finally refined it into this bracelet. Although the grade is only up to the heavenly rank, no matter what Both attack and defense can be used, and more importantly," Xi Chong glanced at Yin Xiaobei, "With this in the future, even if you go to the Netherworld, I can find you immediately. "

Yin Xiaobei: "Thank you?" It seems that I should thank you at this time, but why does it always feel that something is not right.

After leaving the illusion of Tianmen, perhaps because all the bad luck has been used up, there was no trouble in the process of ascending Tianmen after that.

After passing all kinds of strange kitchen training tests, the last heavenly gate opened, and a familiar figure stood outside the gate.

Xi Chong didn't pay attention at first, but when he saw it clearly, he realized that something was wrong. Just as he was about to stop him, he saw Situ Jin adjusted his clothes, half kneeling on the ground, and raised his voice, "My minister Situ Jin, welcome! His Majesty returns to the palace."

Yin Xiaobei: "..."