After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

After receiving Du Rufeng's distress signal, Ji Shi was quite surprised to meet him in this place.

This silly and sweet cultivator should have been eliminated in the second round. The enraged sword cultivator would cut him off with a sword to vent his anger anyway. Even if Du Rufeng's methods were weird and beyond ordinary people's expectations, before his real strength, he could only hit a stone with an egg the egg.

As a result, now Du Rufeng not only came to the third level alive and kicking, but also seemed to have a good relationship with that powerful swordsman.

Ji Shi blinked, a little curious about Du Rufeng's experience.

At the same time, when Ji Shi and Du Rufeng communicated silently, Jing Rong also saw Ji Shi standing behind Yan Beigui.

It was the monk who was walking with the cook before and smashed his head with a hill.

Well, his sword spirit is still angry, so let's use this guy to vent his anger.

Jing Rong did what he thought, and the spirit sword sensed his murderous intent, woke up together, and soon found a very interested opponent, trembling with excitement, buzzing.

Yan Beigui was also very excited about the Wuming Sword in his hand.

The white-haired Taoist hurriedly used his true energy to suppress the sword in his hand, and when the Wuming sword calmed down, he raised his head and sighed helplessly: "Fellow Daoist Jing Rong, I don't want to have a fight with you now."

Jing Rong was also surprised that his spirit sword did not go to find the previous monk, but came to trouble Yan Beigui. After all, Yan Beigui was Xu Fanyun's good friend, and Xu Fanyun was one of the few monks in the younger generation he liked. For the time being, I don't want to have a bad relationship with her.

"I don't want to fight you either." Jing Rong said, "Can you let the guy behind you come forward?"

Yan Beigui was silent for a moment, turned his head, and asked Ji Shi in a low voice: "He asked you for one-on-one... When did you offend this person?"

Ji Shi didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Who is that?"

"This fellow daoist is Jing Rong, the little sword master of the Heavenly Sword Dao." Yan Bei returned.

"...Oh." Ji Shi.

Although he didn't care too much, he seemed to have offended the chief disciples of the younger generation of the three sects of Immortal Dao all over the place.

Lord Shanshen thinks that he may be born to be against the Immortal Dao, for example, a certain son of the Immortal Dao, or a certain son of the Luck, or a certain son of the Luck.

He slandered these things in his heart, but Yan Beigui was worried about him, "Although it's not easy to tell right and wrong behind people's backs, Fellow Daoist Jingrong is a killer."

"It's nothing, I just did it once." Ji Shi shook the eight-treasure leaf in his hand, and said, "It's better to be troubled here than to be troubled outside."

Ji Shi gave an explanation, but Yan Beigui always felt that something was wrong, mainly because Fellow Daoist Chun dared to use various means under his nose, so no matter what Ji Shi said now, he felt that there was something else.

...hope I'm not overthinking it.

Yan Beigui, who was a little tired, shook his head and said, "You can refuse, I'll help you talk about it."

Ji Yi raised the corners of his mouth when he heard this.

"No, no, I just wanted to... Well, according to what you said, I had a game with him, don't interfere with me."

After saying this, he leaned closer to Yan Beigui, his voice was extremely low, as deep as a string plucked, and he said close to Yan Beigui's ear, "Of course, if you're so worried, two against one is also good."

Yan Beigui froze, and the hot breath brushed against his ears, the white-haired Taoist felt goose bumps all over his body.

Ji Shi didn't notice his embarrassment, he turned around with his sleeves and waved the long branch in his hand, the eight golden leaves had turned into eight long swords, flashing golden light, galloping around Ji Shi's body.

When Yan Beigui heard his voice change to normal, Lord Mountain God said loudly at a volume that could be heard by the two people on the opposite side: "...If you can't, then shut up."

After saying this, Ji Shi took a few steps forward, and was about to say hello to the sword repairer opposite, when he suddenly heard Yan Beigui say behind him: "If Jing Rong wants to get you out, I will stop him."

Ji Yi was taken aback.

After a while, he thought it was because Yan Beigui didn't want to be out, so he replied, "Anxin, you don't have this chance."

Jing Rong heard a few words from the two people on the opposite side, and thought it was a disagreement between them. Du Rufeng also heard it, but felt that Ji Shi had a quarrel with Yan Daoyou because of his plea for help.

I have to say that Ji Shi had a very accurate grasp of the changes in his heart. In short, when the two sides were about to start fighting, Du Rufeng had completely forgotten that Ji Shi left him and ran away, and was thinking about how to delay Jing Rong. hind legs.

He squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly tugged on Jing Rong's sleeve.

"This fellow Daoist..."

As soon as he spoke, he was interrupted.

"Jing Rong," Jing Rong said, "My name is Jing Rong."

Du Rufeng nodded, but before he could react, he subconsciously continued the previous words: "Oh, Fellow Daoist Jing Rong... Wait, you are that Jing Rong?! The little sword master Jing Rong of the Heavenly Sword Dao who practiced the world-destroying sword technique? !!"

Jing Rong nodded.

Seeing Jing Rong's expressionless cold face, the corners of Du Rufeng's mouth twitched, and he wanted to run, but his calf began to tremble, unable to run.

When Ji Shi heard the description of the little sword master of Tian Jian Dao, he only knew that he had offended the younger generation of disciples of Tian Jian Dao. Du Rufeng knew much more than him. In other words, the reputation of the little sword master Jing Rong even Compared to Yan Beigui, who had been rumored to be unbroken for the past three years, he was much older.

Because Jing Rong practiced the mind method and sword method, which is called Mie Shi.

The last cultivator who practiced the World-Exterminating Sword Art was the son of an Immortal City lord 300 years ago. When he was young, he happened to be in a great war between demons and immortals. The Immortal City managed by his father was slaughtered together with all the monks and ordinary people in the Immortal City. Only a few escaped. This monk who practiced the World-Exterminating Sword Art is one of them.

The sword technique of destroying the world was snatched from the treasury of the city lord's mansion before he escaped. After that, he joined the heavenly sword way and quickly emerged. At first, the world only regarded him as a genius. It's not right to kill a Dao Yuanshen real person to death.

Maybe there are really geniuses in this world, and this monk is one of them, but it is impossible to be so fast anyway.

Sure enough, this person became a primordial spirit in his 150s and went to avenge the demonic sect that slaughtered the fairy city. Take advantage of that opportunity.

He succeeded in revenge, but the whole person went mad, killing masters, apprentices and friends, and none of his brothers escaped. In the end, Tianjiandao dispatched three real souls to kill him. Even so, Tianjiandao was seriously injured.

The Exterminating Sword Art was judged to be problematic by several real people at the time, and it could make people completely immersed in the heart of killing, and they couldn't break free. This sword technique.

The world only knows that the Extermination Sword Art finally fell into the hands of Tian Jian Dao and was listed as a forbidden method. Unexpectedly, after more than a hundred years, a young Tian Jian Dao sword cultivator was born, took the position of the little sword master, and went out When traveling, the old monks who had experienced the events of the past recognized the special aura that only belonged to practitioners of the World-Exterminating Sword Art.

Cultivators who practice the World-Exterminating Sword Art seem to have a special luck, no matter where they go, they will bleed like rivers.

Just like this time, six rounds were originally set, but it was only the third round, and the participants were almost out of the ring.

Du Rufeng thought of the gossip he usually listened to, and only felt that the people around him were about to become murderous, so he drew his sword and stabbed him into seventeen or eighteen holes, so scared that he wanted to cry but couldn't cry.

Then he thought of Fellow Daoist Shi Ji who was about to draw his sword to save him, and when he turned around and saw that there was no sense of fear on Shi Ji's face, he was so moved that he was about to cry again.

After several emotional changes, he had long forgotten that he wanted to drag Jing Rong back.

Standing beside him, Jing Rong, who was gently brushing the spirit sword in his hand with his fingertips, looked up, and saw his face change, laughing and crying for a while, and directly judged this cook, how silly.

Well, it's silly, but it's still delicious.

Thinking of this, Jing Rong felt better again.

He stretched out his hand and touched Du Rufeng's head who was in a daze. Regardless of Du Rufeng who immediately came back to his senses and jumped up and yelled, he stepped forward a few steps, and the killing and slashing sword scattered wantonly, and the long sword pointed directly at Ji Shi.

Jing Rong: "Come on."

Ji Yi: "Okay."

While saying this, the Lord Mountain God took the golden origami that he had just asked for from Yan Beigui, and put it into his sleeve, and cast a sideways glance at Yan Beigui, telling him not to say anything.

Yan Beigui stood behind him, watching him quietly.

"You told me not to worry before, but now I'll give it back to you," Ji Shi raised his eyebrows and said, "In your eyes, how weak I am—"

Before the word ah was pronounced, the eight golden lights rushed out together, carrying an incomparably sharp Gengjin aura, towards Jingrong.

Ji Shi didn't know swordsmanship, and he didn't know how to wield the eight golden swords, but he was not immediately defeated by Jing Rong, whose swordsmanship was a fraction higher than his own, and he even fought vigorously with the opponent.

Standing behind Ji Shi, Yan Beigui heaved a sigh of relief, and instantly became anxious again.

The relief is because Ji Shi seems to be playing pretty well, and the fear is also because Ji Shi is playing quite well.

Because Ji Shi played well because he was very ruthless.

A style of play that does not leave any way for yourself and the opponent to survive.

The golden sword pierced through the air and wailed like a ghost. The long sword in Jing Rong's hand was not far behind. The vertical and horizontal sword energy brought by the nine swords of the two of them directly razed the last intact shelf in the library to the ground. .

The shattered rags of the scroll and the broken bamboo slips and sticks flew together, unexpectedly showing a trace of sharp sword intent. Yan Beigui swung his sleeves and swept away the debris that was rushing towards him. On the top of the person's head, the dharma image of the towering fairy mountain has collided with the dharma image of killing purgatory on the opposite side. On one side is lush vegetation, wonderful spiritual flowers, and bursts of auspicious sounds. It is like a paradise on earth. If the devil world purgatory.

Suppressing the soul in the fairy mountain, attracting the soul in the demon realm, under the two dharma appearances, Ji Shi commanded the eight golden swords, and it seemed that he was finally powerless.

Jing Rong held the long sword and killed eight golden swords to surround him. His movement was swift, and his true essence flowed on the spirit sword, creating many phantoms.

He raised his sword, and the intent of the sword rushed to the sky, and he said loudly: "One sword cuts the sky, one sword kills, one sword destroys the world, one sword lives..."

When he read this poem, Ji Yi took a step back, and the eight golden swords came back to him, spinning non-stop.

This is the image of defense, Jing Rong didn't doubt it, and was about to strike down with a sword, and suddenly felt that his body was going to disappear.

He was taken aback, and turned to look at Du Rufeng.

The cook held a kitchen knife in one hand, a disassembled paper crane and the string connecting the two in the other, with a more stunned expression than him.

Jing Rong was silent.

The thin rope held by Du Rufeng was broken.

The two disappeared together, leaving only one sentence in the library.

"...so deceitful."

"Hehe." Ji Shi rolled his eyes and sneered.

There is no rule that requires no cheating.

Using the burning golden light of the golden sword to cover the released paper crane, Ji Shi told Du Rufeng that as long as he broke the string, Jing Rong would be out.

Now Jing Rong is out, but Du Rufeng, who is out together and has to face Jing Rong, will probably want to cry without tears.

Ji Shi, who had cheated others again, was in a better mood. He turned around to look for Yan Beigui, and was about to taunt the white hair again, when he saw Yan Beigui standing on the wreckage of a bookshelf, looking for something.

Why did he act so happy before, but now he can't even look at him!

Ji Shi roared and slandered all kinds of things in his heart, and Yan Beigui turned his head and said happily to him, "Friend Daoist, I didn't expect this to be Xisan."

When the white-haired Taoist said this, he was holding a scroll that he had just picked up from the wreckage in his hand.

Ji Shi's eyes turned cold, and he waved the long branch in his hand.

In Yan Beigui's surprised eyes, a golden light flashed, and the string connecting the two was cut in half.