Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

On Xulingxian Mountain, thousands of flowers bloomed in an instant, all facing one direction.

The place where all the spirits are facing is full of aura at this moment, and the rays of light contain infinite vitality. Wherever they go, there are dead trees in spring and greenery.

And in the glow, a figure is gradually taking shape.

"Congratulations, young master, for successfully transforming." Someone's voice congratulated him.

As soon as Mu Xing opened his eyes, he didn't even bother to look at himself, and hurriedly called to the person next to him: "Dianzhu, where is my father?"

Dian Zhu only felt that his whole body was surrounded by endless vitality and strong wood spirit power. After taking a light sniff, he could only feel his hearing and eyesight, and the turbidity in his body was completely dissipated.

It is worthy of being the Yanmu Spirit known as the Spirit Venerable.

Dian Zhu replied: "The Immortal is in retreat."

Retreat?

Mu Xing closed his eyes and walked towards the place in his memory against the wind.

On the way, he was stopped by someone.

Or rather, he was stopped by an avatar.

The man had a high nose and deep eyes, and he had a kind of bewitching handsomeness.

He smiled and cupped his hands at Mu Xing: "Congratulations to Yanmu Lingzun for transforming into form."

Mu Xing glanced at him: "Demons in the Rakshasa Realm, Xuling Mountain is not the place for you to come."

The Demon Race didn't care about his indifference, and just said: "I have no other malicious intentions. I lost my life in vain because I am afraid that the Lingzun will be deceived by the villain."

Mu Xing frowned.

Mo Luo lowered his voice: "Spiritual Venerable has stayed in Xuling Mountain for hundreds of years, but there has been no news from outside. It can be seen how closely the news of Baihong Immortal Venerable has been concealed."

He stared deeply at Mu Xing: "Does Master Ling know that 2000 years ago, Immortal Baihong was conspired by someone and hurt the foundation?"

Mu Xing's heart sank: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Mo Luo sighed, and looked at Mu Xing with incomparable love and affection: "I heard the news that everyone on Lingshan Mountain called Lingzun the little prince. And Lingzun even regarded Baihong Xianzun as his father. But Lingzun knows that Yanmu Ling is the only thing in the ten directions of heaven and earth that can save Baihong Xianzun's life."

He looked at Mu Xing earnestly: "I really can't bear to be deceived by Lingzun, so I came here to tell you that you must never follow the old bastard Bai Hong's ways."

"Nonsense!" Mu Xing flicked his sleeves, the spiritual power rich in vitality is the natural nemesis of devil energy, and the avatar is already crumbling.

Mo Luo smiled and said, "If what I said is true or not, the Lingzun will know after a little inquiry."

After finishing speaking, Mu Xing didn't even need to do anything, he dispersed the avatar himself without a trace.

Rakshasa world.

Mo Luo clutched his chest and adjusted his breath for a long time before recovering.

For an incarnation outside the body, it almost took him ten percent of his magic power to refine it, and it was a great loss for him to dissipate like this.

but……

A smile rose from the corner of Mo Luo's mouth: It's worth it, isn't it?

He knew that Yanmu Ling didn't fully believe what he said.

But he doesn't have to believe it all, as long as Yanmu Ling has doubts in his heart, check again...

Bai Hong, Bai Hong, count the days, you should have reached your limit, what will you do?

Xuling Mountain.

Mu Xing went straight to the mountain where Baihong Xianzun was located.

Several immortal attendants were startled when they saw him, and wanted to stop him, but before they could react, the figure in front of them had already disappeared.

They looked at each other and smiled wryly: "Xianzun, it's not that we didn't try our best."

After the little prince takes shape, we are not opponents at all.

From a distance, Mu Xing saw a figure from behind.

He has watched this figure for 800 years, and he is familiar with it to the depths of his soul.

With just one glance, his eye sockets were sore.

"Father!" He blinked quickly, hiding the tears for a moment, and shouted loudly.

Immortal Baihong came back to his senses, and looked at the young man who was running towards him.

A smile appeared on his indifferent face, and he looked at him with relief: "Our house has transformed into a star, and it looks even better than Dad imagined!"

Mu Xing snorted softly: "Are you praising yourself? Who doesn't know that I look like you?"

He reached out and grabbed a strand of white hair on Baihong Xianzun's shoulder: "Father, what's going on?"

Baihong Xianzun's tone was indifferent: "It's just a small mistake in the practice."

"Really?" Mu Xing asked, "Isn't he seriously injured 2000 years ago?"

Bai Hong Xianzun was startled: "Who told you?"

"A demon clan." Mu Xing was still a boy in stature at the moment, a head shorter than Baihong Immortal Venerable.

He needed to raise his head to look directly at the man in front of him: "The demon told me that only I can heal your injury. You raised me and treated me like your own son. You have ulterior motives."

Bai Hong Xianzun's tone became cold, and there was already a hint of killing intent: "Who told you?"

He met the boy's clear eyes.

The spirits of heaven and earth are originally formed by gathering the essence of the spirit energy of heaven and earth, and everything is beautiful from top to bottom. This child received a drop of his blood at the beginning, and his appearance is five points like him.

Immortal Bai Hong, who originally wanted to explain something, suddenly changed his tone: "It's true."

Mu Xing's pupils constricted.

Baihong Immortal Venerable said coldly: "That's right, my purpose of looking for you was to devour you and heal me."

At that time, his soul and inner palace were all damaged, and the immortal power in his body was passing away bit by bit, and he couldn't stop it after exhausting all methods, at most he could only slow down the speed of the passing of immortal power.

If this continues, he will eventually end up with the end of death.

Later, he found out from the ancient books that in his situation, there was only one thing that could save him: Yanmu Ling.Born of fire in water, born of wood in fire, born of life in the dead.

Only Yan Muling's continuous vitality can repair his injuries.

After searching for more than 1000 years, he finally found an erupting volcano under the deep sea in the southern polar region.

Where the roaring fire dragon swept across, all life was wiped out, and on the top of the dead volcano, a small, faint blue light bloomed, but it would never go out no matter what.

"Is that me?"

Immortal Baihong recalled that scene, and his eyes softened involuntarily: "Yes, that is you. When I first found you, you were only half the size of a palm, and you were a small blue flame."

Not afraid of people at all.

He went looking for him with such obvious malice, but this little flame clung to him like a curious baby—then, he accidentally lost his strength and burned him.

That was the only time Yan Muling hurt Pei Huanzhou.

It was also that time that the tongue of fire pierced through his skin, and a drop of blood essence belonging to Baihong Immortal Venerable fell on Xiao Qinghuo's body.

The following things will no longer be under the control of Baihong Immortal Venerable.

On the way home, his injuries exploded and he passed out.

I don't know how long it has been since I woke up again. A small flame about half an inch in size was flying up and down around him, using my own vitality to warm and nourish the man lying on the ground.

The moment Pei Huanzhou opened his eyes, he heard a clear and crisp voice full of joy, "Father!"

The Yanmu spirit absorbed his blood essence, naturally got close to him, and regarded him as his father.

Later, Pei Huanzhou couldn't do anything anymore.

He brought Yanmu Ling back to Xuling Mountain, and up and down Xuling Mountain regarded him as his little master.

The child lowered his head, obviously hurt by the truth, very sad.

Pei Huanzhou stood aside, thinking cruelly: that's fine, it's better for him to be sad for a while now than to watch his relatives die and be sad for a lifetime.

He was even ready, waiting quietly, waiting to meet the child's hateful eyes.

But Mu Xing has never been so easy to deceive.

The spirits of heaven and earth are particularly sensitive to the perception of good and evil emotions.

Mu Xing raised his head and looked at Baihong Xianzun seriously: "Father, the past has nothing to do with me, I don't want to hear about it. What about you now? Do you want my life to heal your injury now?"

Pei Huanzhou lowered his eyes and was about to speak, but Mu Xing immediately blocked his words against his will: "I want to hear the truth!"

Pei Huanzhou: "..."

The two were silent for a long time.

Mu Xing suddenly laughed.

He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and hugged the man in front of him tightly.

This embrace was as generous and warm as he imagined, satisfying all the yearning of a young flame for his father.

"I knew a real father couldn't do such a thing." Mu Xing muttered.

Pei Huanzhou sighed, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "The real dad? Do you still have a fake dad?"

Mu Xing poked his head out of his arms: "Yes, you don't know what I've been through."

He told Pei Huanzhou about the last reincarnation.

While saying: "In that reincarnation, my master is Baihong Xianzun, also called Pei Huanzhou."

He sighed with emotion: "No wonder, as soon as I saw him, I liked him and couldn't help but get close to him, but I always felt that something was missing."

Thinking about it now, that "Baihong Immortal Venerable" was set according to the real Baihong Immortal Venerable.

Appearance, personality, temperament are six points similar.

Even though Mu Xing lost his memory, he still subconsciously got close to him.

Mu Xing has already analyzed the matter with his clever little head: "There is definitely something wrong with that reincarnation. I suspect that it was the ghost of Mo Luo who came to me today."

In the dream, he deliberately used his father's name, and even his experience was faked.

The only difference is that the "Baihong Xianzun" in the dream was a hypocrite from beginning to end, and even wanted Mu Xing's life in the end.

"If I'm not so smart, I'm probably on the way." Mu Xing praised himself without any guilt.

Just imagine, after going through such a sad reincarnation just now, when he woke up, someone told him that the real Baihong Immortal Venerable raised him only to devour him and heal his injuries.

The most frightening thing is that Mara didn't tell lies.

He even calculated that Immortal Baihong would not lie, so as long as Mu Xing asked, the two of them would probably break up.

Once Mu Xing leaves, waiting for Baihong Xianzun's...

"Father, his target is you."

Pei Huanzhou focused on another matter: "What's the matter with reincarnation?"

In recent days, he has put all his attention on suppressing his injuries. He didn't expect that Xuling Mountain would be taken advantage of by the demons, and they would target Xing Xing.

Mu Xing frowned: "I don't know..."

"I, I know!" A weak voice suddenly sounded.

this sound...

Mu Xing's eyes widened: "Light group?"

A wisp of gray mist floated out from Mu Xing's sea of ​​consciousness.

It looks extremely pale and almost gone.

Pei Huanzhou's eyes flashed, and the powerful murderous intent locked Huiwu: "Wraith of Huangquanhai, how do you know the sea of ​​stars?"

The gray mist, that is, the light cluster, trembled: "I know what's going on!"