Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

At noon, in the valley.

Qian Yichen moved slowly in the lead-colored mist, and the wind from his feet stirred the mist slightly, flowing slowly and viscously.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but the temperature was completely absorbed by the thick fog mixed with resentment and evil spirit, and when it fell on people, only the coldness remained.

If there were no ghosts in this kind of place, he wouldn't believe it even if he was killed.

The next moment, a hand wrapped in bright red, pale and pale, parted from behind the fog and put it on Qian Yichen's shoulder: "I died... so miserable..."

"Actually, I can make your death a little bit worse." Qian Yichen walked forward without looking sideways, without any frightened look on his face.

"Will you die for love?" He Lanjiu immediately put away his mischievous appearance and discussed with great interest what to do after death.

Probably because we have been together for a long time, Qian Yichen is becoming more and more resistant to him now, and I don't know if it is an illusion, He Lanjiu's age degradation is getting bigger and bigger...

Compared with the thousand-year-old monster, his personality is more like that of a child, and the degree of harassment of others is also higher.

This is good news. After all, He Lanjiu will no longer fight against Feng Fan for plastic clay. The future city destruction incident has ended, and Qian Yichen would rather have him harass him more.

"Jiang Sparrow walked too fast, the time lost by the sacrifice of love is enough for us to be left behind by him." Qian Yichen replied casually, squinting his eyes and looking forward.

The figure in sandalwood silk flickered through the forest mist, and soon disappeared into a deeper place.

Qian Yichen followed the direction to catch up, and when he walked in, he saw that the shadow he mistook for a sparrow was just a dead tree, as thick as two people hugging each other, and its dark branches twisted and stretched towards the sky.

"What about people?" He turned around the dead wood, but saw no other existence. "The mist seems to be able to swallow spiritual consciousness, and it makes people very uncomfortable."

He Lanjiu leaned over and grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, held it between his fingers and looked at it carefully: "The temperature coming from the feet is very high, and the mist is full of evil spirits that have been washed away and steamed... But I think this feels very kind."

"...This is the Spirit Valley, but it is also an ancient battlefield. 10,000+ people died here. The grievances have not dissipated. They were all overwhelmed by the heat of the hot springs. You must use your own spiritual power to continuously fight against the erosion of the mist."

Jiang Sparrow's faint voice moved from far to near, and when it appeared, the blood on its face became thicker, and it pointed to the surroundings: "Evil or evil people come here, but they are more used to it—we have arrived."

Qian Yichen looked carefully, only to see that the whole body of pitch-black trees was actually a pair, guarding both sides of the entrance of Fengshui Treasure Land like stone lions, and a path paved with marble slabs led to the depths of the valley.

This place is really a unique and broken place, and there is a lot of evil spirit under the surface. Even if the Taoist monk passed away, he would have to cheat his body within a few days after being buried.

Being able to name such a place "Feng Shui Treasure Land" can only prove that the first generation head of this sect has a pit in his head.

Therefore, in the common sense of the cultivation world, Fenglinzhou in the West Sea is a gathering place for scattered immortals and half immortals from all walks of life, but it is not easy to get close to it because it is separated from the secular world; Big Brother.

As for this spiritual valley, it can be summed up in just one sentence - "All the freaks in the world come from the treasured land of geomantic omen."

That's right, even if the location is a bit poor, the strength of Fengshui Treasure Land is not weak!Under the condition that evil spirits erode the soul, the skills of the disciples who intend to cultivate the demons will improve by leaps and bounds, and the disciples who decide to study the spirit of the five elements can also continue to sharpen themselves.

What's more, it has attracted a lot of evil zombies, and all the disciples can get rid of their demons and practice their skills when they have nothing to do. It's like living in a well-decorated villa outside the Eighth Ring Road.

A group of people marched along the winding path to the depths of Fengshui Treasure Land. Under the heavy enchantment, the fog became thinner as they walked.

Qian Yichen's eyes suddenly opened up, and in addition to the pale black trees and lifeless soil, there was also a wooden house in the distance.

As well as groups of people behind houses and trees, holding pots, pans, and various magic utensils... people!

——What the hell is this?

Those people who were eyeing the tiger were not very cultivated, and they were all dressed in shrimp-blue student uniforms, probably the uniform attire required by the head of Fengshui Baodi.

But just like Qian Yichen's student days, few teenagers in the restless period of youth would wear school uniforms honestly, and everyone drew various patterns on the clothes to show their personality.

The Sanshui disciples in Fengshui Baodi are similar. In addition to painting, some people also write Chinese two-character sentences on their bodies, such as "nine heavens and ten places are the strongest and the worst".

Qian Yichen even saw the popular elements of this year's Milan fashion show on the clothes of a female student...

"Little Master Uncle is back..."

"He's finally back, hehehe, isn't it because he can't hang out anymore?"

"I heard that Master Uncle provoked the Immortal of Fenglin Island, and was beaten by the Immortal taking off his pants!"

The wolf-like green and excited eyes dimmed after seeing who was coming, and someone left first with a lack of interest: "It's gone, it's not a monster, it made us happy in vain."

The crowd scattered as birds and beasts.

Could it be that it is a monster, and your magic weapons will all be released?Jiang Que, your nephews and nephews can play a zombie siege, and they obviously lack respect for you!

Jiang Que has long since realized the strangeness, waved his fist at the crowd threateningly, and turned to the side road: "They are this kind of virtue. I will go up here to find the master first, and you will wait around here, you can just walk around , but it’s best not to conflict with them. The disciples of my sect can basically hurt others by picking leaves and flying flowers.”

It can be seen that some of those who came out to eliminate the demon just now held two large spoons for serving rice in their hands.

This is just the entrance to Fengshui Treasure Land, and the figure of Jiangque disappeared in the hinterland in a short while.

Qian Yichen was honestly waiting on the spot, but He Lanjiu was not polite at all, and insisted on dragging him for a stroll in the valley. Surrounded by the vague mist, the two of them lost sight of each other after turning a few turns. way back.

"Did we come from here just now? Why don't I look like it?" Qian Yichen lowered his head to identify the footprints on the ground, trying to find the one we came from among the many forks in the valley.

He Lanjiu yawned and rubbed her eyes: "Anyway, I can't lose it. It will be a long time in the future, why are you in a hurry."

"Then you can't get lost here for the rest of your life." Qian Yichen was like pulling a Shiba Inu who didn't want to go home. He carried him forward and suddenly saw a small figure on the side of the road.

There was a man with white hair standing not far away, with his hands behind his back, but he was a child in terms of height.

"Little brother, can you take us back to the entrance?" Qian Yichen saw that he was empty-handed and didn't hold any serious weapons, so he felt relieved and asked, "Are you also a disciple here?"

"Oh." The child turned around, with an orchid flower inscribed with golden rice shining between his brows, "I am the master."