Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

It seems that something collapsed under the feet, like a heavy old bellows, creaking non-stop, mixing with the sound of ticking water, adding a bit of reality to the gloomy atmosphere at the bottom of the cliff.

The surroundings were pitch black, and a deep and heavy stench lingered on the tip of the nose, similar to the smell emitted by a corpse that had been decomposing for a long time, making people's eyes black and nauseated.

Feng Zhiyuan supported Fu Siqian, his brows were furrowed, the smell was the same as that of a mass grave, as if countless corpses had been buried, the flesh and blood were rotting and eaten by maggots, leaving only a pile of bones with traces of marks.

He came out of cultivating demons on a pile of bones, died in a mountain of corpses and then came back to life. He knows this all too well.

It's just that there are no ghosts here except for the strong Yin Qi, which is different from the mass graves.

Le Zhengcheng didn't say a word, Feng Zhiyuan buried his head in thought, Fu Siqian was busy sealing himself and Feng Zhiyuan's sense of smell, and for a while no one was able to find out the reason for the sound under his feet.

The sound of thick water approaching, occasionally mixed with the sound of teeth grinding, like an unknown evil thing gliding in the dark wind, about to stab its fangs into the neck, it is creepy to hear.

Fu Siqian made a wrong fingertip, and his spiritual power condensed into a star-like flame, illuminating the bottom of the cliff.

Together with the fireworks, the pupils of all three constricted, unable to speak a word.

Less than ten centimeters above their heads, there was a big bloody mouth hanging impressively. The sound of snoring seemed to suppress excitement. Inside the huge mouth were two rows of blue-black fangs, each of which had a There was liquid dripping down continuously, and it was so thick that silk could be pulled out.

Seeing that the bloody mouth was about to fall on their heads, the three of them suddenly came back to their senses. The sharp sword energy directly cut off a row of black fangs. Go, and then mercilessly tear it apart.

At this time, they also noticed the strangeness under their feet——

This is definitely a shocking scene.

Skeletons and white bones piled up into mountains, layer by layer on the ground. Because of too long time, the bones have been corroded thoroughly, and the surface has a moldy black.Although it looks tangible, once you step on it, you don't need to use any force at all, you can crush the rotten bones into scattered pieces and slag.

So the crunching sound just now was actually made by them crushing the skulls and bones on the ground with their feet?

Cleanliness makes people irritable, Fu Siqian looked at the stains on the hem of his clothes and shoes, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

Although the sense of smell was sealed, it was conceivable that the stench of rotting bones must have been on his body along with the stain.

The most unbearable thing is that the cleaning spell cannot wash away this dirt!

Feng Zhiyuan knew that Fu Siqian hated this kind of dirty place the most, so his anger shifted, and he couldn't restrain his emotions immediately, looked at Le Zhengcheng and asked: "Wuji Mountain claims to be a decent family, and the powerful Jielei strikes out." Is it the "Broken Soul Cliff" or the Mass Burial Mound? "

It is not appropriate to say that it is a mass grave. Looking at the bones at the bottom of the Duanhun Cliff, one can infer that the number of dead is definitely not a small number.

Le Zhengcheng didn't expect this to be the scene at the bottom of the cliff. He stared at the bones under his feet and couldn't move. He didn't pay attention to what Feng Zhiyuan said.

Why do so many people die?What is the relationship between these corpses and Wuji Mountain?

Fu Siqian tried to move his feet, and there was another crunching sound of bones breaking. He felt depressed, so he simply slashed his sword to the ground.

The broken bones rose like waves, and the sword light penetrated deep, directly poking a deep hole at the bottom of the cliff. Under the strong pressure, the bones on the wall of the pit collapsed, and the three people standing on the bones collapsed together. go down.

The sudden feeling of falling was shocking, like a tail of duckweed floating on the water without any landing.

Fu Sigan raised a golden light barrier to protect himself and Feng Zhiyuan tightly, and the bones flying around were bounced away as soon as they touched the barrier.

On the other hand, Le Zhengcheng's situation was much more embarrassing. Fu Siqian's sudden attack was beyond his expectation, and by the time he realized it, he had been covered in bone shards. Under the golden light, the stains on his plain clothes Especially eye-catching.

Le Zhengcheng: "..."

Even if he didn't love cleanliness to the point of being particular, he couldn't bear this situation.

Fu Siqian's blow was intended to vent his anger, and he didn't want to cover up the power of the sun to crush the bones and sink them. This mistaken operation accidentally discovered the secret hidden under the pile of bones.

I saw that with the sword pit as the center, the surrounding bones were slowly being crushed into slag. At this moment, Zheri seemed to have his own consciousness, but he still felt that it was not enough. He kept drilling into the ground, and he just penetrated the pile of bones. plunged into the ground.

The tragic howling sound went straight to the sky, Fu Siqian raised his hand to call back the sun, and gushes of liquid instantly gushed out of the deep pit that was not blocked by the sun, and swept away into the surrounding bones.

The liquid showed a dark red color, faintly black, and looked like blood, because it blocked the sense of smell, and Fu Siqian was not sure if it was.

There was something under their feet that suddenly bulged upwards, and the three of them were knocked so hard that they almost fell to the ground. As soon as they stabilized their bodies, they saw the gurgling liquid spurting wildly.

The three of them quickly flew into the air, and saw that as soon as they left, there was a big opening where they were standing, and then a huge vertical pupil emerged from the opening.

Feng Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes, and tsk-tsk: "What the hell is this, the eyes are quite pretty."

It was a dark green vertical pupil, shining faintly, just protruding from the torn opening, like an eye growing from the ground.

The more tense the moment, the more Fu Sigan couldn't control his rambunctious thoughts. He turned Feng Zhiyuan's face, stared closely at those pair of peach blossom eyes, and said in a warm voice to the confused bunch: "Your eyes are prettier than those bastards." Much better looking."

Feng Zhiyuan, who was praised for his good eyes: "..."

Although I knew it was a compliment, I didn't really want to compare it with that thing.

Le Zhengcheng from the crowd: "..."

Really blind.

With this gag work, the hole in the ground widened a lot, the vertical eye moved a little, and then another vertical eye appeared on the other side of the crack.

It was only dark green before, but now it is blood red.

"Pfft."

Fu Sigan laughed out of nowhere.

It is obviously a high-energy plot, and there is also a powerful boss, but why is it equipped with a pair of red and green eyes?

Feng Zhiyuan's face was also a little awkward: "Each one looks pretty alone, how can we get together..."

Fu Siqian answered the next sentence knowingly: "It's like playing around together, it's too ugly to see, isn't it?"

Feng Zhiyuan nodded, and sighed faintly: "I thought Yinsu's brood of brothers and sisters was already the limit of ugliness."

Maybe beauty is in the eye of a beholder, Fu Siqian felt that Feng Zhiyuan really matched him well, he smiled strangely, but Feng Zhiyuan's casual words could make him laugh.

If they weren't a match made in heaven, could it be justified?

"Yinsu is a blue dragon with a noble lineage after all. If you hear that you treat him and those evil spirits as a family, you might cry like a cry."

Feng Zhiyuan imagined the scene of Yin Su crying, and couldn't help shaking. A man who was taller and stronger than him, five big and three thick, looked so aggrieved that he couldn't look directly at him.

Feng Zhiyuan was terrified by the picture in his mind, and said dryly: "Yinsu is still better than the thing in front of me."

Fu Siqian laughed wildly again, he couldn't stop laughing, his breathing became short of breath, he leaned on Feng Zhiyuan's shoulder, panting, "Baby, why are you so cute?"

Feng Zhiyuan: Cute?

Le Zhengcheng from the crowd: "..."

Feng Zhiyuan is cute?

Immortal Ling Yun, who had always been in front of the Taishan collapse without changing his expression, fell into confusion. Is this white-haired man sick, or is the world sick?

It seemed that their dissatisfaction was ignored by them, the vertical pupil in the opening disappeared into the ground at once, and then slammed upwards.

Mixed with the impact of vertical pupils, the sound of the ground collapsing came continuously, and then the ground was completely torn apart, and a huge monster with a strange shape rushed out from the ground.

Its head, which could be the head, only has two huge vertical pupils, and its whole body is like an inflated balloon, a large bulging mass with a layer of blue scales attached to the surface, which looks very hard.

The big thing with vertical pupils stared at the three of them closely, with a dim light in its eyes. Only then did they see clearly that there was a small hole in the vertical pupils that appeared later, and blood continued to spread out. The entire pupil of the eye was heavily stained, and blood dripped from the eye, which is why Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan mistook it for red just now.

"This thing is ugly except for the eyes." Feng Zhiyuan clicked his tongue, with a slight regret in his tone, "However, those beautiful eyes ruined your broken sword."

Before Fu Siqian could speak, his palm suddenly became golden, as if he was refuting Feng Zhiyuan's words.

Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Can it understand human speech?"

Fu Sigan's palms were facing up, and the golden light condensed into a ball, beating on his palms. After jumping twice, he wanted to rub against Feng Zhiyuan's body, but Fu Sigan gripped him tightly, and warned, "If you dare to hurt him again, I'll kill you!" Throw you in the furnace and melt."

Zheri: "..."

The big thing with vertical pupils moved slowly, and blinked slowly, as if it hadn't figured out what to do next.

Le Zhengcheng frowned, and his eyes lingered on the light ball in Fu Siqian's hand. It was too dark before, and the speed of the man's sword was too fast, so he couldn't be sure, but the sword seemed familiar. .

After a while, the big thing seemed to think clearly, and suddenly moved. Its body was like a ball covered with scales. Because of its slow movement, it looked like it was jumping up and down.

Fu Siqian estimated the distance between the "ball" and them, and felt that it would take a while for it to jump over, so he rushed down together with Feng Zhiyuan.

Just now, he glanced over, and after he saw the big thing coming out of the crack in the ground, there was a flash of light in the big hole in the ground, which was fleeting.

Could it be that there is something hidden underground?This made Fu Siqian very concerned.

Le Zhengcheng watched them go down, and didn't pay much attention to it. Compared with what the two of them did or said, he still felt that the slowly bouncing ball in front of him was more pleasing to the eye.

After a while, Le Zhengcheng looked at the scales on the big thing, and suddenly remembered something. He was about to talk to Feng Zhiyuan about his guess, but found that the two of them had disappeared.

Le Zhengcheng looked at the huge vertical pupil who was only a short distance away from jumping next to him: where is he?Where did they both go?

At this time, Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan didn't know where they had gone, the surroundings were pitch black, and their spiritual power could not be concentrated here, so they couldn't see what was happening around them.

Just now Fu Sigan told Feng Zhiyuan what he observed. Feng Zhiyuan always likes to explore the answers, so Dang even pulled Fu Sigan to avoid the jumping vertical pupils and go into the crack on the ground.

Unexpectedly, once they entered the crack, they would not be able to use their spiritual power and fell straight down. Fortunately, the depth of the crack was far worse than that of Broken Soul Cliff. Otherwise, without spiritual power to buffer them, the two of them might fall to something bad.

The existence of spiritual power can be detected in the body, but it cannot be used, so it is not that there is a problem with their cultivation, but that there is some restriction here.

The two fell from above unexpectedly, as if they had fallen into a place similar to a cave, and they didn't hold each other in a hurry. Fu Siqian sat on the ground, rubbed to the side subconsciously, and hurriedly called: "Yuan'er?"

"Hiss." Feng Zhiyuan took a breath, and replied following the direction his voice came from, "Don't worry, I'm fine, we shouldn't be far away. See if there is a glazed lamp in Muxiang. I remember that Yanfang gave me one before, it looked very delicate, and I just threw it into my thoughts."

I can't condense the lamp with spiritual power, so I can only try a normal lamp.

Fu Siqian was thinking about Feng Zhiyuan's "hissing" just now, but he also understood that it is the most important thing to find something that can illuminate at this time. He groped in his thoughts for a long time, and finally found the lamp that Feng Zhiyuan said , but felt that the shape was a bit strange, he didn't think much about it, he only thought that this was where the "delicacy" was.

Burnable wax oil was placed in the glazed lamp, and he turned the key to light the lamp.

The moment the glazed lamp was turned on, only two things remained in Fu Siqian's mind: the first was that the exquisite glazed lamp praised by Feng Zhiyuan turned out to be in the shape of a human skull, no wonder it felt so strange to the touch; Who is this man with his baby's face on his face?

I saw the person in front of me wearing a Yaqing cloak, standing with his hands behind his back, like a rich flower blooming in the ice and snow, his thick and beautiful eyebrows and eyes were full of frost and snow, he kept his head looking down, his expression was calm.

It was clearly the same face as Feng Zhiyuan's, but the eyes were frozen and covered with snow, like a dummy carved out of jade.

dummy.

Yes, it is indeed a dummy.

Because there was a face protruding from behind the dummy, its face was a little ferocious, and it was a frivolous Feng Zhiyuan.

Fu Siqian: Shocked face jpg.

Seeing Fu Siqian's lost face, Feng Zhiyuan realized the strangeness around him. He raised his head and met a familiar face.

Well, very familiar.

To what extent is he familiar with it, if he looks at himself in the mirror, he will have to see this face for nearly a hundred years.

Why does this man have his face!

Feng Zhiyuan's pupils trembled, and his shock was no less than that of Fu Siqian.

So in this cave where spiritual power cannot be used, a strange scene appeared: Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan were sitting side by side, with their heads raised together, and the dummy carved in front of them stood with their heads slightly lowered.

It is equivalent to Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan unilaterally initiating and looking at each other with dummy.

Real camp:

Fu Siqian: Shocked face jpg.

Feng Zhiyuan: Shocked face jpg.

Shocked face × 2 = Shocked plus

Dummy camp:

Dummy: Merciless Face jpg.

Summary: Real people VS dummy, real people win!

Fu Siqian shook his head violently, shaking off the messy thoughts in his mind, he won a ghost win!

Whether it's the face or the clothes, the dummy in front of him looks like Feng Zhiyuan, but how could the statue of Feng Zhiyuan appear at the bottom of Broken Soul Cliff?

After the shock in the past, it was easier to accept things, Feng Zhiyuan touched his chin, commented: "This sculpture is quite realistic, I also have a set of clothes similar to this."

Fu Siqian nodded in agreement: "I know you have similar ones, and I've seen you wear them."

Feng Zhiyuan: "?"

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and Fu Siqian belatedly realized that he had said something terrible. He had indeed seen Feng Zhiyuan wearing such clothes and a crowgreen cloak.

But... that was something from his previous life, and he saw it in his memory.

Fu Siqian: "!"

Feng Zhiyuan's tone was subtle: "Since I first met Wuji Mountain, I don't seem to have put on a cloak in front of you."

Mozun Feng Zhiyuan has a photographic memory, and he can retell the classics that he picked up casually decades ago.

Fu Siqian laughed twice: "I probably saw it in a dream."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fu Siqian wanted to slap himself, it would be better not to explain.

Feng Zhiyuan gave him a sideways glance, and said meaningfully: "Si Gan, you really know how to dream."

Fu Siqian shuddered and felt the back of his neck go cold, Feng Zhiyuan seldom called him that, if anything goes wrong, there must be a monster, and if Feng Zhiyuan is abnormal, it might not be as simple as being a monster.

Fu Siqian didn't know what to think, and blurted out: "It's okay, the peony is dead, and the spring dream has no trace."

The surroundings were quiet, and after a while, only a chuckle was heard, Feng Zhiyuan said with a smile, "So you want to be a romantic ghost."

Too many words are too many mistakes, Fu Sigan learned to be smart this time, and he resolutely shut up and stopped talking nonsense.

Feng Zhiyuan snorted lightly.

After uncovering this topic, the two held up the glazed lamp and looked around.

This place is indeed like a cave, the roof cannot be seen from the top, it is pitch black, the cracks on the ground are so big, but here is much smaller, no more than ten meters in length and width, and you can touch the wall in two steps.

The surrounding walls were made of ordinary stones. They checked one by one, but found nothing unusual. In other words, apart from the statue, there was no other valuable information in the entire cave.

The statue was lifelike, and even the skin was similar to that of a living person. At this moment, Feng Zhiyuan stood up, and he was exactly the same height as the statue. He lowered his head like the statue, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "There is something here. thing!"

The author has something to say: There is something!

what?

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