The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Lingran has seen countless ruthless people in the past thirty years of her life as a human being.But it is indeed rare in life to be as ruthless as Qingliu Dalang.

Just too speechless.

There is no means of interrogation at all.

Lingran coughed twice, turned around from behind Qingliu Dalang, still pinching his nose with his hands, and said to the complaining ghosts in a low voice: "Be lenient when you confess, and strict when you resist. As long as you speak well, I will naturally give you... "

He paused for a moment, thinking that these ghosts could not be returned to the Yang world.

"Nature will find a place for you."

"Where are you going?" the ghost asked with all his might.

"Where should I go?" Lingran was vague.

Qingliu Dalang answered, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Do you still want to ask this deity where you are going?!"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers again.

The ghost was afraid of his action, so he rushed to Qingliu Dalang's feet in a hurry, and shivered twice, tremblingly poking from the transparent body.

The rest of the grieving ghosts gathered around to help.

After the breath, the bluish-white mist dissipated, and a huge book from heaven appeared in the air.

"The Witch Clan got a book, please read it!"

After the ghost finished speaking, he held the book to Qingliu Dalang's feet without daring to lift his head.

... another book.I may be illiterate, unable to recognize the characters in this small world.

Qingliu Dalang frowned, but said to Lingran with a smile: "Baby, go and see if there is anything you want in it."

Lingran took the blame.

Lingran rolled up her sleeves and started working.Ignoring the pungent smell that filled the room, I turned the pages of the book with a clatter.

This book is densely written with Chinese characters, but they are traditional characters, lacking arms and legs, or adding many details out of thin air.

Lingran didn't understand half of it, and swallowed it whole.Anyway, I got the general meaning clearly.

"What does Taishan collapse mean, and what does it mean to have nine thousand ghost soldiers?" He looked up at Qingliu Dalang.

For these old sayings, you have to ask this old antique.

Qingliu Dalang really wanted to say... I don't know about these things!

But he cannot be afraid.Said, baby look down on him.Or worse, baby will be disappointed.

So he deliberately pondered for a moment, with an unfathomable expression on his face. "This matter may have something to do with the secret."

Tsk, master, I also know that it has something to do with the secret!Lingran was full of disapproval.

"What's going on, 'Bengkai' is obviously not acceptable. At least we have to live in Datang for a while, right?" He asked without any hope.

I'm afraid we'll only be here for a few years.Qingliu Dalang has always been difficult to open his mouth to tell him that in each small world, the two of them are just passing by.

... Baby seems to live very seriously wherever he goes.

Seriously!

"Baby, I'll tell you in detail later." Qingliu Dalang turned his head, his heart was holding back a mouthful of old blood, and he couldn't spit it out.Then he took all the ghosts to do the surgery. "After getting the Heavenly Book from the Wu Clan, what promise did the Wu Clan give you to make you act recklessly and openly walk under the sun?"

"Yeah, nothing..." Yigui replied cautiously. "It's just that when the current Holy Lord succeeded to the throne, it was quite unfair. It aroused the resentment of the previous court, and the gods from all walks of life abandoned the world. The world is muddy and rampant. We are just grabbing a first-line opportunity. There are big witches' words, or we can Continue this chaos for another few decades, and then someone from above will reward us."

"Where is it above, and what is the reward for you?" Lingran asked.

"The top is the top," the complaining ghost couldn't figure it out, so he had to look hard, trying to explain more clearly. "I'm just born from resentment in the world, and I haven't returned to the root. Uh... if I follow what this god said, I will have to go back to the underworld. I'm afraid that I will suffer hundreds or thousands of years in the underworld. I can't get out. But if you can stay in the human world, you will be nourished by people's hearts, if you can cultivate and become a demon..."

The grieving ghost spoke quickly, and a group of grieving ghosts beside her stepped on her in a hurry.

The ghost lay on the floor tiles and turned into a phantom.

However, Lingran keenly heard a word - demon.Immediately his head was as big as a bucket.

Behind Lingran, a pair of dark golden pupils shrunk violently.

Qingliu Dalang was far more perceptive than Lingran, and caught the danger in it.With a flick of his sleeves in an instant, he put these grieving ghosts back into the Qiankun bag.

Qingliu Dalang snapped his fingers, the grieving ghosts trembled, and then they fell silent.This time, I didn't dare to squirm anymore.

"There is a restriction in this Qiankun bag, they can't hear the two of us talking, but you and I can easily hear their movements in it."

Ling Ran nodded, feeling flustered inside.I want to... Damn!What Comrade Dalang was going to say to him next, he was so cautious that he kicked away everyone who got in the way.

Yin time.The moonlight gradually climbed out from the clouds and sprinkled a bright light all over the place.Half of Qingliu Dalang's face was hidden in the shadows, while the other half was shining brightly.He leaned closer to Lingran, his dark golden eyes were deep, like cold pools.

Lingran panicked for no reason.

In order to hide her panic, Lingran put her hands on her lips and coughed twice, lowered her eyes unconsciously and said, "Da Lang, are we going to subdue the devil?"

"Are you kidding me!" Qingliu Dalang couldn't help laughing, then remembered that he was talking to his most important baby, and immediately changed his words, looking a little more correct. "This matter has nothing to do with us, as long as we catch this grieving ghost and restore Tang Dynasty's vitality, that's all."

"In this way, this small world may have another 2000 years of vitality. You and I can wait for the storm to subside and move on to the next small world."

Ling Ran frowned.From Qingliu Dalang's words, he heard something unusual.

At that time, Ling Fuzi sent him away from the Mietian Realm, saying that there might be a battle between Jiange and Xiange, and he was asked to avoid it.But hearing Da Lang's words, it seems that their "avoidance" is also selective.

Does it mean that every time I go to a small world, I have to help that small world repair the cracks?Return that small world to Haiyan Heqing?

He asked his doubts, Qingliu Dalang didn't expect him to be so sharp, the cold pool fluctuated for a moment, and then fell silent again.

"Don't worry, baby, this matter has to be... Ling Fu must be blamed!"

He said flatly.

The author has something to say:

Dalang: It's not my fault, Ling Fu!

Ling Fuzi: Hehehe!Close the door and let the twelve evil disciples go!