Xiu Ruqin Dao cannot fall in love [Transmigration Book]

"Finally... finally, finally came out!"

There were chaotic footsteps and intermittent panting sounds from the depths of the forest, and they approached the beach with faint sparks.

"Idiot! Shut up!"

After finally getting rid of those vines and escaping from the forest, the man in black kicked his seriously injured subordinate to the ground. After escaping from death, he relaxed and sat on the beach, gasping for breath. Angrily, he held the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, and his eyes searched on the beach that was so dark that he couldn't see. He didn't see the light that he saw in the forest just now.

"My lord, it is clear that someone has been here just now."

A subordinate who was not seriously injured threw a few flintstones to a spot on the beach, and the flintstones gave off a faint fire light to illuminate the small area. Footprints of large boulders.

The man in black squinted his eyes to look at the series of footprints. The first footprints were still some distance away from the forest, as if they appeared here out of nowhere, but the heels were facing the forest on the island. Presumably this person must have escaped from the forest .

Walking along the footprints towards the big rock, the man in black found that the footprints disappeared behind the big rock, just as the first footprint appeared out of thin air, and now the last footprint disappeared out of thin air.

However, it can be seen that this person has rested here, because there are traces of someone staying behind the stone.

"It should be a monk like a sword cultivator or a weapon cultivator." The man in black led the surviving subordinates and walked towards the direction where the boat stopped. He guessed, "Most of them encountered the same experience as us. Then the imperial weapon left, don’t worry, we need to get back to the ship quickly and inform Master Qin Yu of the situation on the island.”

"Yes."

The subordinate who was the first to discover the footprints was originally checking the surroundings. He saw a stick-like thing stuck not far away. He was about to go over and take a look when he heard what the leader said, so he immediately turned around and returned to the team.

After the men in black left, under the light of the flint stones they left behind, no one noticed that the sand on the beach was slowly wriggling, swallowing up the things that did not belong to the beach bit by bit. After a while, the last light of fire on the beach was completely swallowed up, and the stick-shaped thing not far away sank nearly half.

The beach was dark again.

The next morning.

Mingzhi opened his eyes, and after a simple wash, he pulled up the curtain of the tent and walked out with an energetic little fat chirp.

Seen from the front, as soon as the curtain of the tent was lifted by his hand, the whole tent appeared under the beach out of thin air. After Mingzhi lowered the curtain, the tent shrank and became smaller and smaller, and turned into a delicate triangular shape again. The gadget returned to Mingzhi's hand.

Mingzhi casually threw it back into the Qiankun brocade bag, stretched his hands, and moved his limbs.

After completing a set of movements, Mingzhi lowered his hands, ready to fight the small island forest in front of him again today.

Taking a deep breath, Mingzhi took Xiao Feijiu and walked towards the forest. Halfway through the walk, he remembered that since he could fly above the forest with Yujian yesterday, why should he walk in on foot?

Although I don't like walking with the sword, but it's convenient. After all, the ghost knows if there are other strange settings in this forest.

Thinking this way, Mingzhi touched his waist, but he didn't think about it, but it was empty. He looked down, and there was only an empty scabbard at his waist, and the sword was lost at some point.

? ? ? ?

Ming Zhi was at a loss, where did his sword go?

He obviously escaped from those vines with Yujian yesterday, why is it gone now?

Mingzhi thought about it carefully, he remembered that after Yujian came to the beach yesterday, he couldn't hold on and fell down. Before he fell down, his sword seemed, seemed, maybe... was thrown aside by him casually.

Xiao Feijiu flapped his wings away from Mingzhi's shoulder, landed on the big rock, jumped up and down a few times, looked at Mingzhi with his small dark eyes, with a cute and innocent expression.

Obviously Xiao Feijiu also forgot Mingzhi's sword.

Ming Zhi slammed a "what's the use of you" disdainful eye knife, and he walked towards the place where he landed yesterday. He saw a vast expanse of golden sand, and it was clear at a glance what was on the beach, such as fine shells, without his sword.

Although Mingzhi's Fate Sword is also a Fate Sword, but because of his own soul cultivation, and because he doesn't intend to complete the sword cultivation, Mingzhi didn't make it completely connected with his own Fate. In order to deceive people, he only used half of his life and The color swords are connected, that is to say, the damage of the sword will be reflected on Mingzhi's body, and Mingzhi's damage will also cause damage to the sword body, but Mingzhi will not die if the sword is destroyed, and Mingzhi's death-type color sword will not be destroyed.

Perhaps because of this reason, although he has an induction with the colored sword, it is not particularly strong. If he is far away, he cannot recall the sword back to the scabbard, nor can he sense the location of the sword 100%.

For example, now, Mingzhi can't sense where his sword is.

It can only be sensed that the colored sword is on this kind of island.

Mingzhi slapped his forehead. His knowledge of the color sword has always been just a tool for his cultivation, and he has never paid much attention to it, let alone like ordinary disciples of the Fate Sword faction, because their fate is connected with the sword, their perception is almost the same. Synchronized with the sword of life.

Mingzhi could only squat down resignedly, use the simplest and most direct way to find the tie-color sword, roll up his sleeves, fix the two big sleeves, and start digging on the beach.

Halfway through the digging, Mingzhi suddenly remembered something, and looked towards the direction where the black ship docked yesterday, it was empty, not even a shadow.

Mingzhi blinked his eyes, guessed in his heart, someone must have come back from the woods alive, and then went back by boat.

I don't know which faction the other party is from, why he came to this island, and whether he will come to the island again.

...Could it be that he came to find Gu He for the same purpose as himself?

Mingzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he looked in that direction a few more times, then lowered his head and continued to look for his sword, calculating in his mind how far he could have recalled the sword before.

I dug a big hole on the beach, and Ming used a summoning sword art. This time, the induction was a little stronger, but apart from being able to sense the direction of the color sword in the forest, I couldn't directly recall the color sword. .

Can only accept fate.

Ming Zhi stood up, brushed off the sand from his hands and body, and walked towards the forest.

Seeing his movement, Little Fat Chirp immediately flew over and landed on his shoulder, just about to make a habitual chirp, when he just opened his mouth, he remembered the terrible vines yesterday, so he closed his mouth again, thinking of himself as a Bright decorations.

When Mingzhi returned to the forest, it might be that his posture in entering the forest was not right this time. In the forest here, there are no those vines that overgrow the ground and eat people, and there are no thick and strange, red and green, unruly vines. Know whether it is a flower that sucks blood and coagulates or cannibalizes people.

The only thing that caught Mingzhi's eyes was the lush green grass all over the ground, and the green grass scrambled like crazy, reaching Mingzhi's waist.

Ming Zhi learned from yesterday's lesson, kept silent the whole time, and by the way, squeezed Xiao Fat Jiu's sharp beak into his arms, and then carefully stepped across the green forest.

I don't know how long it has passed, Mingzhi feels like he has been walking in the forest for a long time, he clicks on the map of the assistant system, no matter how many times he looks at it, he is still in this forest.

Just when Mingzhi was standing in front of a tree, hesitating whether to climb up to see the surrounding scenery, he heard a cry for help coming from another place.

This cry for help caused a sudden change in Mingzhi's place.

Mingzhi watched the green grass under his feet suddenly twist into dry vines at an extremely fast speed, and then rushed towards the source of the sound.

Mingzhi pursed his lips tightly. At this time, he should take advantage of the distraction of the vines and rush forward, but his sixth sense told him to follow the vines, so Mingzhi followed the vines and ran along the way. Watch the vines.

Mingzhi found that these vines were different from the vines he encountered yesterday. Yesterday’s vines were blooming with beautiful flowers, and the whole was emerald green that absorbed enough nutrients. However, the vines here just lacked water after being twisted from green grass. The dead vines, but its speed is much faster than those green vines yesterday.

If the vines chasing Xiao Feijiu yesterday were these withered vines today, Mingzhi can't guarantee that he can escape smoothly.

Mingzhi frowned seeing the speed at which these withered vines left him far behind.

Why don't these vines still divide the territory and grab food like wild beasts?

The answer to the mystery was soon revealed before Mingzhi's eyes.

What is presented in front of Mingzhi is a gluttonous feast that does not belong to human beings, and the ingredients are human beings.

Mingzhi hid behind a thick luxuriant tree, tightly covered his mouth, and stared at the scene in front of him dumbfounded.

The scene in front of me can be called purgatory on earth.

The vines gathered from all directions in the market style eat the human monks who entered the forest. Countless vines are densely entangled in the air, or drape on the ground, or wrap around human shapes... They completely occupy this place, and the number is as bright as yesterday. Hundreds of times, or even thousands of times, they are everywhere. Some seemingly stronger vines throw the human monks who entered the forest into the air one by one to snatch them, tear them apart, and break their limbs, and then hunt them like snakes. Wrap it into the body and devour it, there are bursts of blood rain floating in the air, and the internal organs of the fallen stump are also eaten away by other vines on the ground.

Just as Mingzhi thought, these vines are no different from beasts competing for food, their vines are in completely different states, some are blooming with beautiful flowers, some are withered and dull in color...the dry and dull vines are slightly weaker than those in color Beautiful vines, but they may be extremely hungry, their speed is more fierce and ruthless, and their devouring movements are also very cruel, directly tearing people apart and swallowing them whole, while those vines that are obviously well-fed are like beasts that are well fed Like teasing prey, shake them to play, and they will not eat for a long time.

Among them is the vine that Mingzhi encountered yesterday.

There were continuous screams in the ear, the tearing sound of flesh and blood, the muffled sound of blood raining viscera falling on the woodland, the strong smell of blood entering the nostrils, the blood droplets splashing on the leaves at the feet, and so on. All kinds of things made Mingzhi unable to bear to shrink his body a little bit, and then a little bit smaller.

Mingzhi felt that he was not considered weak, if Wuqing Dao cultivation base had not been sealed, even if he hadn't cultivated it by himself, he would still be considered a little guy who was more than enough than his peers.

He also thought that if his cultivation had not been sealed, it would be no problem to destroy these vines in minutes.

But now, looking at the slightly familiar figure at the leader of the group of disciples, and seeing the flames released from the palm of that person, not only failed to burn the vines to death, but made them twist even more, Mingzhi shrank himself into a ball , avoiding the eyes of those monsters, and also avoiding those sect disciples.

He recalled what Xiao Feijiu had just said in his mind.

[There is no searchable plant illustration book, so it is impossible to determine what species this thing is.Now testing the strength of both sides... Chirp!The host can't beat it! 】

After saying this sentence, Xiao Feijiu added another sentence: [Chirp!The host in the heyday can't beat it!It is emphasized that none of them can be defeated.There are about 112...120 life forms of this species detected on the field, and the number is increasing...about 150 tweets! 】

What is it meow!

Is there such a thing in the original book? !

Could it be the ultimate big boss? ? ?

Mingzhi forced himself to calm down, he had never seen such a big storm before, and he had seen the little ghost who he mistakenly regarded as the protagonist before killing the people of Raksha Island into a mountain of corpses, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

Mingzhi turned his head to take a look, and when his eyes touched the red mosaic, he immediately turned back and continued to tremble.

Well, much scarier than the mountain of corpses.

Mingzhi couldn't help knocking on Xiao Feijiu's system, and asked periodically, did this thing appear in the original plot?

The reply I got was that there is no such part in the plot according to the protagonist's original development to the present.

Well, it might really be some hidden boss behind the plot of the novel.

At this time, the people who were fighting the monster vines were those few natural single fire spirit roots that Mingzhi met in Dongchen Kingdom. Mingzhi didn't know much about this person, but from this person in Dongchen Kingdom Judging from the attitude of only obeying Mr. Sun Zhuo at the Chen Kingdom banquet, he should also be a conceited son of arrogance.

It was the vine that Mingzhi met yesterday who was teasing this person. It lazily spread the flames on its body. Although it had no facial features, it gave people a feeling that it was enjoying at this very moment.

It is appreciating, appreciating the despair in the eyes of the proud man of heaven watching his own flame being swallowed up.

Mingzhi couldn't bear to see this situation, but he really couldn't think of any way to save these people.

You can't just grab a sword and go save someone in a flash of your brain.

Move the other party to move yourself, and then give away a head for nothing?

...oh, forgot.

Mingzhi touched the empty scabbard, he didn't have a sword now, and maybe his sword was also taken away by these vines.

The number of monks in the forest decreased one by one, and Mingzhi watched as the green vines in full bloom kept a few higher-level monks to the end, playing lazily like a cat playing with a mouse.

Ming Zhi saw that one of the disciples was covered in blood, and he kept attacking the vines, but the vines didn't seem to hurt him.

This made Mingzhi see the hope of saving lives.

Thinking that he could save one or the other, Mingzhi stood up, and was thinking about how not to make a sound to attract the attention of the other party, when he heard that Tianjiao yelled: "Ming Daoist!"

Ming Zhi: "..."

Mingzhi...Mingzhi thinks that the problem lies with him, because he doesn't understand the fire spirit roots, and because Yang Yanjun of Wuwangshan is too calm, so he even thinks that other fire spirit roots should be calm and smart people.

It was his fault, he reflected.

"Master, don't open your mouth!"

As soon as Tianjiao's words were spoken, a disciple next to Tianjiao was snatched away by the stalking vines, and after a while, he was eaten away so that there was not even a single bone left.

Mingzhi raised his index finger to his lips, signaling them not to speak, then pointed to the disciple who was not attacked, spread his left palm flat, and moved his right hand like a small person in the palm of his left palm, telling them to let that disciple come over .

That Tianjiao seemed to realize something. After fighting, he was quite aware of the disparity in combat power between the monster vines and himself. He turned his head to look at the disciple who had not said a word. After hesitating for a while, he suddenly sent the disciple to Push forward.

Those vines did not attack the disciple as expected.

This disciple is dumb.

Feng Yin is an elder of the Beiyan Sect. Because he was born with a single fire root, his path is smooth and unimpeded, and he is always arrogant. A few months ago, his cultivation was suddenly stuck. After hearing the news of his innate magic weapon, he took his disciples to this remote island in the name of going out to practice. He never thought that stepping on the island today would receive a heavy blow.

Just now when he fought against the vines, he knew that there was a person hiding behind a tree. He recognized this person. He was the only disciple of Mr. Nanhan. He understood the disparity in strength, and the opponent was too weak, so he didn't dare to come to help him, but he was still angry at the opponent for being so weak. Cowardly, he despised such a person.

So I couldn't help but to drink loudly.

It's just that he didn't expect that Mingzhi was still thinking about how to save them after such a situation was settled.

Watching the disciple go to Mingzhi's side with a stiff body, and then Mingzhi used the tree branch to communicate on the ground, and signed to them according to Mingzhi's intention.

Master Mingxian said that these vines recognize people by their voices, so brothers try not to make any noises. '

'Pay attention to those dry vines, they should be the most dangerous, extremely fast. '

'And now the green vines surrounding the senior brothers should be handled carefully, there is still a possibility of escape if they stay among them. '

Not knowing what Mingzhi wrote on the ground again, the dumb disciple paused in sign language, and then spoke slowly.

Master Ming said, they are now in a state of eating and drinking, and they don't need to eat anymore. They are playing/playing now... Brothers, so as long as they avoid the dry vines, they can still escape. '

……

The wind was blowing, and the white waves were churning.

By the beach, stepping on the soft sand, Feng Yin performed a cleansing formula on himself, the embarrassment all over his body faded away in the blink of an eye, and the clothes that had been torn by vines also returned to their original state, with the usual dignity and nobility, exalted With both sleeves, Feng Yin walked towards Ming Zhi with his head held high, and thanked him.

Although it was an apology, Ke Guanyin's head was still held high, and his pride remained undiminished.

Mingzhi looked at the disciples of the Beiyan Sect who had escaped, all of them were sitting on the beach meditating, he turned his gaze back to Feng Yin, and asked: "Ming is taking the liberty to ask why Fellow Daoist Feng came here. Here?"