When Xiuxian mixed into online games

This online game has always been very good and very real, but how could there be such an ordinary plot as jumping off a cliff?

They are players!The supreme player!

Bad review!Absolutely bad review!

Duanmukui kept complaining in his heart, trying to make himself forget the anxiety, fear and helplessness he couldn't help himself at this time.

These players have only been in this world for less than half a year. After going through a lot of hardships, they finally figured out a little bit of rules.

Just kidding, as soon as you hear the word trial array, you know it's not good, okay!

They are just first-level small players, how could they be inserted into such a high-level dungeon?

What about the system?Where is the system?Are they all going to die?

Normally, they only appear when they are leveling up. From entering the game to now, there are only a few simple announcements. How come they don't appear at this time?

Could it be that these players are stocked?Are there any human rights anymore?

Duanmukui's brains turned sharply, but there was still no solution.

He turned his head to look at Lin Ding, wanting to take a look at that compatriot who fell into the same fate as himself.

Duanmukui's gaze was extremely intense, but Lin Ding didn't notice it at all.He just poked his head out, followed the desire in his heart, and looked down the cliff.

The dense mountain fog rolled in the middle of the mountain, and he couldn't see anything.

He lowered his eyelids and couldn't help thinking.

If he jumped off the cliff right now, would he be able to escape?

As for what will happen after jumping off the cliff, Lin Ding has never been worried.

In other words, since he arrived on the edge of the cliff, there has never been any uneasiness.

And Lin Ding's location is also very coincidental, just three steps away from Aunt Ping, as long as you stretch your head, you can see the mountain fog below the cliff.In other words, he doesn't need to make much movement, as long as he rolls on the spot, he can easily fall into the cliff.

Then, jump.

He made up his mind, but before he found the opportunity, a golden spiritual power suddenly shot into his body.

He only felt a shock in front of his eyes, his whole body had lost control, and he couldn't even move his eyeballs.

Lin Ding hated Dasheng in his heart, and he was about to suppress his reason.At this moment, there seemed to be a clear stream gushing out from the deepest part of the body, quickly washing away all over the body, and then quickly disappearing.

Lin Ding almost thought that this was just his own illusion.

But in the next moment, he knew that this was absolutely true.

Although the body is still out of control, it is only separated by a thin layer of paper.As long as he exerts his strength, he can break free from that bondage and regain control of his body.

Lin Ding was certain in his heart, and couldn't help being a little puzzled.

Is it just him, or both?

But he couldn't turn his head to look at that so-called companion, so he could only suppress the discomfort in his heart and let the boy-like cultivator control his body.

Lu San stood below, his brows furrowed, his eyes staring straight at the exposed face above, and he didn't even care about the Mixianxiang in his hand falling to the ground.

that face...

Very familiar, but also very strange...

Lu San was stunned for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the center of his eyebrows, and the book of three lives appeared from between his eyebrows, and he grabbed it in his hand.

He lowered his head and hastily turned to the second page.

Pictures flashed quickly on the non-gold and non-stone pages, and finally, the picture stopped. The man was wearing a white skirt and a gray robe, standing upright with his hands down, looking up at him, with a calm face and peaceful eyes.

Lu San stretched out his hand a little, and the page of the Sansheng Shu burst into light. The man walked out of the page, stood in the light, and looked at him indifferently.

Lu San raised his head and looked in shock at the face protruding above the cliff.

"...When the soul enters the talisman, it will naturally leave the imprint of the true spirit of the soul itself, and manifest the appearance of the soul...."

"In fact, it may also be the appearance they remember the most."

Lu Xun's words kept ringing in his ears, but Lu San's mind was blank.

I don't know how long it took before he came back to his senses.

Blinking his eyes, he lowered his head, put the Sansheng Stone in his hand back into the Sea of ​​Consciousness, bent down to pick up the Mixianxiang on the ground, and put it on the table.

"Lin Ding..."

Above the cliff, Aunt Ping had already made up her mind. She glanced down, then turned her head to look at the hunchbacked old man, and her eyes fell on Huang An: "They want to obey my order."

Huang An was not surprised either. He nodded and reached out to take out a few balls of red thread from his storage ring.

He held the ball of thread in his hand, recited the mantra silently, and pinched out the formulas one after another with his right hand.

The thread ball gradually glowed red, and suddenly, the ends of the thread ball flew out and fell on those people who fell on the ground, the long thread disappeared, only a dozen thread ends were held by Huang An in his hand.

Huang An casually threw the dozen or so threads in his hand to Aunt Ping: "Here you are."

Unceremoniously, Aunt Ping reached out to grab the end of the thread in her hand.

There was no need to work Huang An, Ping Guzi reached out and twisted one of the thread ends, pulled it up, and a person on the ground stood up.

His movements were neat and crisp, without any stiffness.

Without looking into his glazed eyes, no one would have noticed his real condition at this moment.

Aunt Ping tried to manipulate the puppet again, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

Then, she twirled the dozen or so thread ends with her ten fingers, and with a flick of her hand, the people lying on the ground immediately got up neatly and stood in front of her together.

She turned her head and nodded to an old woman with white hair and childlike face: "Grandma Tan, please excuse me."

The white-haired and childlike old woman nodded, lifted the heavy faucet staff in her hand to volley a little, a whirlwind appeared out of thin air, and flew these dozen people down the cliff.

Aunt Ping stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the actions of the dozen or so people, her face remained motionless, but she said from time to time: "No. [-], three steps to the east; No. [-], seven steps to the south..."

The old woman with white hair and childlike face was also standing beside her, listening to Aunt Ping, while instructing Xuanfeng to lead the puppets to stand.

At this time, Lu San had calmed down. He raised his head, looked at the whirlwind above, and suddenly chuckled.

With a flick of the long sleeves, the whirlwind suddenly stagnated and then dissipated.

The whirlwind dispersed, and all the puppets fell straight down without any support.

The old woman who was called Granny Tan by Aunt Ping glanced down, and pressed the dragon-headed stick on the ground forcefully, and the small but tenacious wind pulled the dozen or so puppets, leading them to where they should go.

The arc of the smile on Lu San's face deepened, and there was a hint of joy that the scheme had succeeded.

I saw that the wind that was pulling Lin Ding was suddenly blocked, the force remained undiminished but the angle changed suddenly, and Lin Ding was brought into the "Water City Illusory Building Array".

Someone entered the battle, and the situation suddenly changed suddenly, and the mountain fog that had been dense all the time seemed to be offended, rolling over and over again.

Aunt Ping's pupils contracted, and she pinched her hands again and again, guiding the puppets to walk in the magic circle, and at the same time staring at the mountain fog below with all her attention, not letting go of the slightest change.

But only for a moment, the mountain fog calmed down.

Then, there was no movement below.

Aunt Ping pursed her vermilion lips tightly, her eyes were dark, and she couldn't help pinching her hands to sense the movement of the puppet below.

However, that side was too empty, no matter how she moved, there was no movement at all.

She turned her head and looked at Huang An with cold eyes: "Huang An, your puppet technique has failed."

"impossible!"

He exclaimed, his immature face flushed red.

"Absolutely impossible! Try again!"

Aunt Ping stared at him fixedly, without any movement.

Huang An's eyes widened, and he directly grabbed the dozen or so thread ends from Aunt Ping's hand, pinched his hands unceasingly, and even opened and closed those tender lips.

Still no feedback there.

Huang An had a cute little face sullenly: "There is no backlash in spells."

If the puppet art is destroyed, there will definitely be a counterattack of the magic number, but now, it means that the puppet art is still there, but they have lost control temporarily.

His small face is gloomy, and his watery eyes are blazing with anger, but he is also restrained and calm: "If the magic number is not broken, and the puppet technique does not respond, then there are only two situations left... "

He glanced at everyone on the edge of the cliff: "Or, they are in two different spaces from us."

Everyone's face was dark, and someone blurted out: "This is impossible!"

If you are really in two different dimensions, then there are two different situations.One, the lowering of the magic circle is too powerful, enough to form the magic circle space unique to the magic circle.Second, they have a Sumeru space that can accommodate practitioners, and those people are now in that Sumeru space.

Either way, it's not good news for them.

The former means that they will definitely suffer great damage if they break the formation.

The latter means that even if they break the formation in the end, the Bodhi tree below can leave at any time.

The Sumeru space that can accommodate practitioners can naturally also accommodate the bodhi tree.

Thinking of this, everyone's faces turned darker.

Huang An looked around: "Then there is another situation."

"Those puppets have completely fallen asleep, regardless of their soul or body."

Only in this way can he resist his puppetry.

"And to achieve this effect," Huang An turned his head to look at the cliff below, "there are only a few kinds of natural treasures."

As for which types, each of them is a cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Period, and their vision is not shallow, so they all recognize them naturally.

Hearing this, everyone was silent, and on the edge of the cliff, there was only the whistling of the wind.