After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

rain.

rainy day.

It rained like a waterfall.

The sky and the ground are pitch black, billowing black clouds cover all the light, muddy rain with a salty smell pours down from the Tianhe River, the color is also pitch black, like black ink.

In the darkness, the 36 fairy cities, big and small, were swaying like weak lights. The light of the formation prohibition surrounding the city was constantly flickering under the blow of the black rain, and a layer of prohibition dimmed in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

The monks and mortals in the fairy city were all silent.

They looked at the gradually unsupportable restraint above their heads, and there was nothing but despair in their eyes.

Canglan Great World... Maybe after today, there will be no such name.

A Primordial Spirit cultivator standing on the fairy city with a fairy sword in his hand, forcibly splitting the black rain, turned his head, swallowed the breath held in his chest in an instant, and swung the long sword like a shrew, cursing: "What are you doing in a daze, those who know how to form spells and talismans hurry up and repair the restriction!"

As soon as the voice came out, it was revealed that this Primordial Spirit monk dressed as a male cultivator turned out to be a woman.

Her sword momentum stopped for just a moment, and the black rain flowed in along the small openings like mercury. Even if she reacted and shielded herself with the light of the sword, the corner of her wide sleeve was stained by the black rain.

At any rate, it was considered a magic weapon. The 36 restrictions on the shirt flickered in an instant, and all of them were damaged.

The female cultivator was also taken aback by the power of the black rain. She cut off the corner of her sleeve with a flash of sword energy between her fingers. Even before.

While she was busy with these things, in the fairy city below her feet, the monks who were frightened by the scene of the end of the world finally moved. The Jindan monks flew to the sky one after another, using magic weapons to fight against the black rain, and rebuilt together. Array.

Only then did they realize that the Primordial Goddess Cultivator was not the only one fighting against the black rain, there was also one or two Primordial Spiritual Masters in the other 35 fairy cities who split the rain with their own bodies to protect the people in the fairy cities.

And these real souls are all staring at the same point.

It's not the dark clouds and rain above the head, but the center of the Canglan Great World, the place where thunder and light are constantly flickering.

The consciousness of Yuanshen Daoists spread out, collided with each other, and communicated continuously.

"Which lightning tribulation is this?"

"No. 70 two ways."

"Is there only the last nine ways left? Sure enough, there is no one in my generation who can be around you."

"How about supporting the sky pillar?"

"...not yet formed."

The spirits who communicated paused, and after a while, they all sighed.

The world of this world is about to collapse, and only the heavenly pillars made of immortal artifacts can support the world of this great world. However, because of the incomplete laws of the Canglan Great World, no one has succeeded in becoming an immortal for tens of thousands of years.

If you want to refine an immortal weapon, you can only succeed if you capture the little bit of fairy spirit in the thunder calamity when a powerful monk is going through the tribulation.

And this success is nothing more than one in a thousand.

In the light of thunder that was stared at by countless people, Yan Beigui, who had been chopped so that there was not even a piece of cloth left on his body, also sighed, and reached out to grab a long stick beside him.

The thunder calamity falling from the sky seemed to be a huge beam of light penetrating the sky and the earth, illuminating the world covered by black rain. Yan Beigui turned his wrist and swung his Haoran sword across an arc, just in time to meet the thunder light falling from above his head.

At that moment, the thunder and lightning stopped for a moment, and then went out instantly. The remaining power of thunder and calamity invaded his internal organs, meridians and blood vessels, wreaked havoc on his blood vessels and finally subsided. stick.

The long stick looks like gold but not gold, like jade but not jade. Its whole body is pure white. After being infused with that bit of fairy spirit, its color is warm and moist, exuding a faint brilliance.

It is the fairy artifact that has not yet been refined - Tianzhu.

Another thunderbolt struck, Yan Beigui counted silently.

This is the No.80 road, and the last one is just short of the Nine Heavens Tribulation.

However, Tianzhu is still far from being completed.

Yan Beigui, barely supporting himself, raised his head to look at the sky, and gripped his stick tightly.

There is no other way but this one, he thought.

In fact, he had this premonition when he agreed to refine the Tianzhu, but he still wanted to give it another go, unfortunately...

Coming into this world naked, and leaving alone, I sometimes feel... a little lonely.

Thinking of this, he removed all defenses and poured all his mana into the long stick.

The last thunderstorm strikes.

This is the most powerful one among the 81 thunder calamities. Before it falls, there is a terrifying momentum. The Tiangang wind forced everyone to withdraw their consciousness into their bodies, and the violent white light made people unable to open their eyes.

After a while, everyone opened their eyes and looked at that point again.

Everyone's eyes widened, and the Primordial Goddess muttered, "...where is Fellow Daoist Haoran?"

In the world, there is no Canglan Great World No. 1 who uses Haoran as his Taoist name.

The sunlight that had not reached the ground for a long time poured down from the broken clouds, and in this sunlight, only Yan Beigui sighed.

"That's all I can do."

The Daoists of Yuanshen looked around in a daze: "...Fellow Daoist Haoran?"

The Yuanshen nun suddenly had a guess: "Refining weapons with your body?!"

No echo was heard.

All that could be seen was a long stick bathed in the sun, but after a while, it grew into a giant tree supporting the sky.

End

The author says:

Bahahahahaha...<(*￣▽￣*)/

The main character is dead, that's all

If you still don’t believe me when I say it’s over, take a look, it’s over.

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"Hahahaha, ahhahahaha you hahahaha!!!"

In a room full of girly atmosphere, Ji Yi sat down on the small sofa, laughing loudly.

"Xiao Er, you have been crying all night because of this, you are so talented, you...hahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Ji Shi laughed so hard that his whole body was shaking, his slim suit was wrinkled badly because of his violent movements, and he didn't even notice that his glasses fell on the sofa.

On the bed in the room, Ji Xiaomei, who was ridiculed by Ji Shi, stared blankly at her brother with a pair of crying red walnut eyes.

Since she saw her brother open the door and enter her boudoir half an hour ago because she stayed in bed, took out this book from under her pillow, read the first page and turned to the ending, and laughed out loud after reading it, Ji Xiaomei It's always been this expression.

After a long while, Ji Shi, who was tired from laughing, finally had the ability to straighten his back. He turned the book in his hand back to the cover, and looked at the four big characters in wild cursive - Supreme Heavenly Venerable.

"Pfft ha ha!" He couldn't help laughing again.

This name and the final ending are really indescribable joy.

The girl who was sitting on the bed with her pillow in her arms interrupted him weakly.

"Brother... can you stop laughing?"

Ji Shi's smile stopped, and he put on a paralyzed face. After a while, the corners of his mouth cracked to the bottom of his ears, and he laughed even more wildly.

Ji Xiaomei: "..."

Why is it that other people's elder brothers are gentle and capable, but her elder brother is insane.

As if feeling her slander, someone frantically asked her in the next second: "This is an online novel, but it can also be a physical book?"

Ji Xiaomei shuddered, and said in a low voice: "...I bought a personal blog from a fan author, and this is a gift."

"Oh?" Ji Shi flipped through the book again. He didn't know what a personal history was. As the parent and the provider of all the activity funds for Ji Xiaomei, he could only ask another question.

"how much is it?"

Ji Xiaomei was silent.

Without waiting for an answer in a few seconds, Ji Shi raised an eyebrow, looked at his sister who dared not look at him, and looked at the typesetting and poor quality of the book in his hand, which could be scored negatively.

Tsk, it looks expensive.

He shifted his gaze and found the half-unpacked courier box on Ji Xiaomei's desk, walked over and looked through it, and found a bunch of cartoon keychains and a book——

"Supreme Tianzun fellow, Chunhua has you overnight?" Ji Shi read out the name of the book word by word.

The horizontal design and paper quality of this book, whose title is full of hints, are much better than "Supreme Heaven". Ji Shi stacked the two books and put them back on Ji Xiaomei's desk, and picked up a cartoon keychain.

The keychain is made of transparent plastic, with double-layer cardboard inside. On the cardboard is printed a small black snake, spitting out a snake letter, with a round head and a round brain that looks cute.

Probably some character in the book.

Under Ji Xiaomei's trembling, he sat down on the small sofa again, picked up his glasses, put them on, and slowly pulled off his tie.

Ji Shi's posture looked like he was about to hit someone, Ji Xiaomei was so frightened that she buried herself in the bed and only poked out her head.

Seeing her ostrich appearance, Ji Shi hit her head with two books directly.

"Xiao Er, tell yourself," he pointed at Ji Xiaomei, "what's the use of buying this kind of thing?"

"I like the protagonist of Supreme Heaven." Ji Xiaomei murmured softly, "I think Yan Beigui is very good."

"Worship a character in a book? Well, even if you worship Scarlett, I won't say anything...worship a character in an online novel?"

"What's wrong with the online novel!" Ji Xiaomei's voice suddenly became sharp.

Tears flowed from her eyes as swollen as walnuts, and she hiccupped while crying, and said intermittently: "If only there were people like Yan Beigui in the world, who would be willing to help others under any circumstances, even sacrifice Myself, brother...if only we...we could have met such a person back then."

Ji Shi's eyes turned cold, he silently listened to Ji Xiaomei's words, and said with disdain: "How could there be such a person in the world, you haven't understood what happened in our family back then? Xiao Er, the world has never been fair, good people don't It will last for a long time, even in the book, the protagonist of this good guy still died in the end, if it weren't for your brother, I am ruthless, do you think you can have money to buy this kind of idle book now?"

Ji Xiaomei: "...Wooahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ji Shi's temples throbbed and hurt from her deafening crying, he rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, stood up with his hands in his trouser pockets, and left.

Before leaving, he left a crack in the door and shouted to the inside: "If you cry again, you will get out of Laozi's house!"

The crying inside stopped, and then sounded again a second later, crying even more fiercely.

cut.

Young people are naive, Ji Shi thought silently.

How could such a good person exist in the world?If there was one, why hadn't he come across one.

Books are getting more and more boring now.

Xiao Er is so innocent, if something happens to her one day, how will she survive.

I decided not to bring her breakfast today, I must let her experience the cruel world.

Making this pleasant decision, Ji Yi took off his suit jacket, put it on his arm, walked out of the apartment, took the elevator down to the underground parking lot, and found his dusty car.

It was dark in the parking lot.

The moment he opened the car door, a person suddenly jumped out of the car behind him.

The dagger wrapped in the dirty clothes of the visitor showed a sharp corner.

Ji Yi only felt the heat in his lower back, and it took a while for the pain to spread down the spine to his brain.

Someone pulled out a knife and stabbed him again, this time in the back of the vest.

Shocked for only a moment, Ji Shi didn't even think about it, and didn't care about his own wound, he snatched the knife from the victim with his backhand and stabbed it back.

The violent action made the wound tear even bigger, and the dizziness caused by blood loss caused him to fall limply to the ground after finishing the action. When he was struggling to get up, he caught a glimpse of the little gangster who stabbed him and staggered away from the corner of his eye. He clicked his tongue and coughed up blood foam, but he felt relieved, and his strength also loosened, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Isn't Guigui Cai not out of prison yet?To be able to free up his hand to take revenge on him?It doesn't seem right to send only one person, but he didn't see an elevator going upstairs when he went downstairs just now... First of all, he had to notify Xiao Er to move.

This state...is not very good.

While calculating, Ji Shi reluctantly raised his hand to support his glasses, then fumbled for the phone in his trouser pocket, then held the phone in front of him tremblingly, and dialed Ji Xiaomei's number.

The phone played a long beep after another, and Ji Shi, who was waiting to be connected, felt his body getting colder and colder, and his vision became more and more blurred.

He shook his head to cheer himself up, but he saw the keychain lying in a pool of blood, and the little black snake looked a little hideous with blood on it.

...It seems that I didn't put it back when I got it just now, Xiao Er is probably about to cry again.

In a trance, Ji Shi seemed to see clouds and mist spreading in front of his eyes, and a golden light flashed through them.

What the hell?Can blood loss cause hallucinations?

So tired...can he close his eyes?It doesn't matter if you close your eyes.

The phone was finally connected, and the girl's voice came out, echoing in the empty parking lot.

"Hey... brother? Brother? Are you talking, brother?"