I am a Juggernaut by virtue of my beauty [Transmigration Book]

He wants to live.

Mu Xi leaned slightly against the half-broken wall in the ruins, even a slight rise and fall of his chest during breathing would cause the broken ribs in his chest to pierce into the flesh and blood. .

In such a situation, one cannot blame Mu Xiwei for being incompetent.

No matter who has been hunted down by a dozen or so Foundation Establishment monks of the same level, and several Golden Core monks who are a full level higher than him, he can't do better than Mu Xiwei.

Footsteps sounded nearby.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, a group of monks appeared in front of Mu Xiwei's eyes. The clothes on their bodies were bright and bright, in stark contrast to his blood stained body.

After half a month of hunting and fleeing, Mu Xiwei quickly recognized their identities.

It was the Xijizhou monk who chased and killed one of his three-way troops.

Xijizhou is a giant in the immortal way, ranking among the six sects, and its elder, Yue Yingque, is one of the ten immortals in the world today.

Even ordinary disciples from Xijizhou are more noble than others.

The monk's shoes stepped across the ruins, the ruined walls, and the broken tiles squeezed and creaked under his feet, and came close to Mu Xiwei.

The boot that led the team stepped on Mu Xiwei's clothes. After stepping on it, it seemed that it was not clean, and even rubbed the sole of the shoe on it with disgust.

The leader of the blue-shirted monk looked down on Mu Xiwei from above, and said contemptuously:

"Although I don't know why a high-ranking figure like Fairy Mingjing wants to take the life of an ant like you. But your life is over."

There is only one Fairy Mirror in West Antarctica.

That bright mirror fairy, Ying Ming Jing, is the most favored closed disciple of Yue Yingque, the Supreme Elder of Xiji Continent, one of the Ten Immortals of the Continent, and the junior sister of Yukonghou, the current suzerain of Xi Ji Continent.

It is conceivable that the status is noble and the scenery is infinite.

In comparison, Mu Xiwei's cultivation base is low and her background is ordinary, so she is indeed only worthy to be an ant under her feet.

The blue-shirted monk's smile was distorted, adding a bit of discomfort to his originally upright appearance:

"However, if you can attract the attention of Fairy Mingjing, even if you die, you will die more brilliantly than most people."

He kicked Mu Xiwei with his foot, the action was no different from driving away dying chickens and ducks, and asked with a playful smile: "Boy, do you think so?"

Mu Xi sat up slightly and stood up slowly.

It wasn't easy for him to do this.

After fleeing for more than half a month, Mu Xiwei was injured countless times, and often the old wounds were not healed, and new wounds were added.

The criss-crossing wounds under his clothes hadn't yet healed, and the muscles burst immediately under a little force, and blood gushed out, wet the clothes stained with blood, sweat and dust.

Such a simple movement caused Mu Xi to ooze dense beads of sweat from the front of his forehead in pain, and wet a piece of blood-stained black forehead hair.

He was originally a handsome young man, and when he walked on the street, he could attract girls to blush and laugh, with two or three flowers and five or six handkerchiefs.

But at this moment, Mu Xi's slightly black hair was disheveled, his body was dyed red and black and his clothes were ragged, and the dried blood on his face was covered with dust, mottled and covered a large part of his face.

Even beggars are more respectable than him.

Only the hand holding the sword was tightly gripped.

Mu Xiwei finally spoke the first sentence: "I know why Ying Mingjing wants to kill me. Come here, I'll tell you."

When the rest of the monks heard what he said, they all advised the blue-shirted monk, "Don't go there, that kid is very tricky, and he damaged several of our fellow Taoists. I think it's a fraud."

But how can the blue-shirted monk take care of this?

He was immersed in the joy that he was about to win the head of Mu Xiwei, and from then on he would rise to the top.

You must know that Fairy Mingjing is honorable. If she says a word, let alone the little golden pill, it is the Nascent Soul. There are many people who are willing to run for her.

That is to say, this kid's foundation building is not worthy of fanfare, which is why he won this fortune.

"It doesn't matter!" The blue-shirted monk waved his hand and grinned grinningly, "I'd like to see what else this brat can find, don't you think?"

As he spoke, he kicked Mu Xiwei again.

The kick made his bones shatter into his chest, and he was dripping with cold sweat.

Mu Xiwei actually didn't know why Fairy Mingjing wanted to kill him.

He grew up at home for the first 16 years, and his parents and relatives were all mortals. For more than a year, he went to the place where low-level monks gathered in the world of immortality because he was taught to enter the Tao by a casual cultivator.

Not to mention Fairy Mingjing, Mu Xiwei has never even seen a dog raised in Xijizhou.

Given the difference between the two of them, Fairy Mingjing's murderous intent had no reason at all.

But he wants to live.

His birthday is approaching, and his mother is still at home waiting for him to return from a long journey, preparing to serve him a bowl of longevity noodles.

He also wanted a mouthful of hot noodles.

Mu Xi closed her eyes slightly, and a flash of light appeared on her fingertips.

The more turbulent spiritual power rolled in his body, burning the meridians inch by inch. He only waited for the blue-shirted monk to get close enough, and then he did this desperate act at the cost of self-destructing the spiritual veins.

Mu Xiwei knew that what she did was tantamount to dying.

So what if he really killed the blue shirt monk?There is still Gui Bihai behind, and there are pursuers from the demon clan.When the time comes, his spiritual veins will be completely crippled, so he will be manipulated by others.

But...he wanted to live.

I hope that no matter how one-in-a-million, he... is willing to give it a try regardless of the cost.

If the blue-shirted monk was willing to look down, he would surely find that the young man's eyes were clear and frightening, with an expression of unwillingness to admit defeat and fate burning like fire inside.

The last drop of spiritual power in Mu Xiwei's dantian was drained.

The next moment, a sword intent burst out from the depths of his dantian, roaring towards the sky like a lone dragon breaking free from its shackles!

That moment was extremely fast.

It's too late to react, or even blink, the situation has been reversed, and the outcome has been reversed.

The blue-shirted monk and his party were lying on the ground, their breath was weak, and their description was miserable, and they couldn't see the slightest arrogance just now.

Mu Xi looked around in a daze.

Thanks to the sword intent, the spiritual power in his body that was ready to explode returned, even though his meridians were exhausted, he was still alive.

Mu Xiwei knew that the sword intent to reverse the situation came out of his body.

His parents and family are all ordinary mortals.

It was only a casual cultivator whose lifespan was nearing the end of his life that led him to practice.

How could he have such a powerful sword intent?

Where did that sword intent come from?

Could this be the fundamental reason why Ying Mingjing wanted to kill him?

The blue-shirted monk trembled: "No...don't kill me!"

The blood from the corners of his mouth couldn't stop overflowing, his whole body was shaking like chaff, and he begged:

"Gui Bihai and the people from the Demon Race are chasing after you, why don't you spare our lives and let us share one or two for you!"

Gui Bihai is the place where sword cultivators gather, and together with Xijizhou, it is one of the six most prosperous sects of immortality.

Mu Xi slightly wanted to laugh.

Hearing what the blue-shirted monk said, I really don't know how sacred he is Mu Xiwei. He didn't steal, rob or kill, and he was chased and killed by the second of the six sects and the demons.

The blue-shirted cultivator thought he was moved, and after the lure, he threatened: "Besides, we are the direct line of Fairy Mingjing's subordinates. If we die, they will definitely not let your family go!"

Mu Xi wiped the blood on his lips slightly, raised his eyes, and asked him in a cold voice: "Since I provoked Gui Bihai and the demons, why worry about Ying Mingjing? If I don't kill you, Ying Mingjing will let you go." past me?"

The blue-shirted monk was at a loss for words.

After Mu Xiwei said that, she wanted to raise her sword and cut it down, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

At the very moment, a voice sneered and chimed in lazily:

"Ying Mingjing? I've never heard of it."

Bold.

The blue-shirted monk lay prone on the ground, wanting to look up to see who dared to utter nonsense.

Seeing this, he stuck the words of reprimand in his throat, unable to utter another word.

What the monk saw was the young man's thin and slender figure, the white-bottomed robe was beautiful, and the golden pine needle pattern woven on the cloak rolled into waves, the water was sparkling, and it was shining brightly under the light.

Life and death were at stake, life was hanging by a thread, the blue-shirted monk didn't see the face of the visitor, and the anger and reprimands he was full of were suppressed by this figure.

Even his heart was tightly suspended with the hem of the brocade boots and cloak, and he couldn't bear to let the snow-white color be stained with a little bit of blood and dust.

Due to his posture, the blue-shirted monk couldn't see the face of the visitor, but Mu Xiwei could see it clearly.

He took a breath of cold air.

With the arrival of the young man in white, the air-conditioning was no longer mixed and smelled fishy.

It is the breeze before the melting moonlight, and the spring breeze blowing from the melting snow of Qiongzhi, and the cold fragrance permeates the heart and spleen lightly and silently.

The blue-shirted cultivator looked stern, intending to warn him: "Fairy Mingjing is the disciple of Elder Yue! Senior sister of Sect Master Yu!"

With this string of identities, normal practitioners with long ears naturally know how to be afraid.

Teenagers are not like that.

He nodded slightly, as if Ying Mingjing was really just an insignificant and unknown junior, and turned to Mu Xi and said:

"Boy."

The young man's voice was like pearls rolling in pieces, extremely clear, with three points of banter, and the rest was casual: "I just heard from him that you have made enemies with Gui Bihai and the demons?"

His cultivation base is not high, but his ability to cause trouble is first-class.

With this ability, it's no wonder that he can become the male protagonist in "Destiny".

Luo Yongzhou was too lazy to worry about these things, and said casually:

"Do you want to consider worshiping me as a teacher? Guarantee that the elders of Xijizhou and Gui Bihai see you in peace and call you senior brother. If you want to vent your anger, label Xijizhou as Dongjizhou and Gui Bihai as Guihonghai. help you."

When he started talking nonsense, he opened his mouth without blinking his eyes, without panting: "Peerless skills, I will give them away as soon as I am apprenticed to my master. The status is respected, so I dare not refuse."

Well, it's really difficult for him, a charlatan who bluffs and tricks him into accepting an apprentice is more serious and dignified than a majestic swordsman looking for a successor.

The system couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't bear it anymore and said: "What the host is doing now is seriously inconsistent with the human design!"

Luo Yongzhou felt innocent, and answered it in his heart: "It's the task you issued. Let me take Mu Xiwei as a disciple and train him to be a pillar of the immortal way, who will be the overlord in the future."

It's really hard to serve.

system:"……"

The hope of the task is to try in the Tianbang, ascend to Xiantai, Mu Xiwei can draw his sword and overwhelm the heroes, cut and destroy all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and finally succeed in worshiping the sword master as his teacher.

As arranged in the book "Destiny".

The male protagonist is still the son of destiny who became famous in the first battle and is sincere and devoted to the Tao.

The Juggernaut is still the flower of the high mountain that no one should get close to.

It's not at this moment that the magic stick is accepting apprentices and bluffing and deceiving.

It was about to speak, when Luo Yongzhou understood his thoughts ahead of time, and smiled:

"When did the son of destiny not be the son of destiny? Don't worry, he has become my apprentice. With my teaching, he will take the first place in the world in the Tianbang test and Shengxiantai, and no one else can take it away."

The system was unmoved, and said coldly: "The Juggernaut will only be the number one student in the future, not the unknown person today! The host is destroying the Juggernaut!"

At the same time, the blue-shirted monk cried out:

"West Antarctica belongs to Bihai and the demons, who do you think you are? Gods fight on the top of these mountains, and a single strand of hair is enough to crush you to death!"

"Is that so..."

Luo Yongzhou dragged his voice slightly, not knowing whether he was speaking to the system or to the blue-shirted monk.

Or maybe both.

"The world of cultivating immortals has never been based on prudence, it is the true chapter of the sword."

"In the world, who dares to ask me for this sword bottom seal?"

"Shut up if you don't dare."

The bullshit Juggernaut can't collapse.

The sword of the Juggernaut is the greatest truth in all directions and ten places in the world.

Who is right to tell him what to do?Who would dare to tell him that a Juggernaut can only live within rules and regulations?

The system is silent.

The sword light grazed the necks of the blue-shirted monk and his companion behind him like lightning, spattering blood everywhere.

Before they died, they saw the most beautiful sight in their lives.

The young man's face was reflected on the sword's edge, which was as bright as autumn water, like passing by the beautiful scenery of the four seasons, brushing against the spring flowers and autumn moon.

Under the cold light of the sword's edge, that beautiful and pure face was extremely wild, showing the spirit of a young man who had not been broken, and almost couldn't wait to play a clank of sword light and sword shadow in the next moment.

Mu Xi said slightly hoarsely: "You shouldn't have killed them."

It's a pity that Luo Yongzhou's sword was too fast, he was seriously injured and had no chance to stop him.

Mu Xi looked at him frankly, although he was extremely embarrassed, the expression in his eyes was still clear:

"I killed the people in Xijizhou because I had no choice but to make a living. By killing them, you are setting up a big enemy and bringing trouble on yourself."

Not far away, there were footsteps again, mixed with thousands of human voices.

Mu Xiwei's complexion changed suddenly: "It's Gui Bihai and the people from the Demon Race! You hurry up! Remember, I killed the people in Xijizhou, and it has nothing to do with you from the beginning to the end!"

It's really difficult for him, he is precarious, and he still has time to worry about Luo Yongzhou.

Luo Yongzhou laughed loudly, but remained in the same place, motionless like a mountain.

In the past, it was due to the task, but now he has a part or two of sincerity towards accepting Mu Xiwei as his apprentice.

It was too late, the cultivators acted quickly, between the two of them practicing, a team of sword cultivators in green shirts approached.

Mu Xiwei also stopped talking.

He struggled to get up and hold the sword in front of Luo Yongri.

The visitor did not know when to surround the two of them, overflowing with aura, and would never give the slightest room to escape.

The dignified atmosphere lowered everyone's brows.

Duduluo Yongzhou was as relaxed as ever: "The one who came was Gui Bihai's sword cultivator, and the demons who are not far away are also approaching. What did you kid do?"

Mu Xi smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't do anything."

This is where it gets weirdest.

But thinking about the body-protecting sword energy that appeared unexpectedly earlier, Mu Xi had a guess or two.

Maybe the three-way people are not targeting him, but the sword energy in his body.

Mu Xi looked at him slightly, and the desire to live became more and more determined in his heart.

Even if there is Gui Bihai, there are demons, and there are countless enemies in ambush.

But no matter how difficult the road ahead is, waiting for him is the longevity noodles made by his mother, and there are also heavenly people like Luo Yongzhou.

He wants to live.

Luo Yongzhou's expression is calm, his eyebrows are distant mountains and thousands of miles that cannot be crushed by the burden of the world, and his eyes are like long rivers that cannot be disturbed by the eternal time: "It doesn't matter if you don't know, I will take you to find out."

"My name is Luo Yongri."

A name that is seldom mentioned, usually replaced by a long list of honorable titles.

The head of the land ten gods, the uncrowned lord among the white clouds, the number one in the world——

Juggernaut falls forever day.

Therefore, the two waves of people who were chasing and killing, the motives of the three parties, the land gods, and the undercurrent of the demons, all became irrelevant nonsense in front of this name.

One husband solves all difficulties.