I traveled through the book and became a junior sister of a sect. The plot is decided by me.

Meng Jia opened his eyes and saw a blue crystal palace in front of him, transparent and clear, as if the fairyland had fallen into the mortal world.

"Where... is this?" He lay on his back on the ground, and when he moved his fingers slightly he felt pain all over his body.

He remembered.

He met a demon cultivator who deliberately fought with another demon cultivator, injuring many people in the market.

He went to dissuade them, but the demon cultivator in front of him started fighting without saying a word, and every move was intended to take his life.

He tried his best to deal with it and it was not difficult at all. The Jinghong Sword flashed with lightning and with a single pull and a single stab, he killed the demon cultivator with the sword.

"Please spare my life, sir. This man just wants to spar with me." However, when he was about to kill Na Moxiu with a sword, the man who was sparring with him slid to his knees behind him, grabbed his clothes and spoke earnestly.

Meng Jia turned around and just opened his mouth, "Do you know that he is..."

And at this moment, the person kneeling at his feet suddenly raised his face, and a beautiful face appeared in front of him.

"Brother Meng Jia, you are really kind-hearted."

Meng Jia was startled and drew his sword to stab, but the woman at his feet moved quietly like a beautiful snake. Her white hand moved up along the hem of her clothes, just barely touching an inch of Meng Jia's skin, and a strong feeling of being out of control instantly came over him.

It was as if something had been lurking inside the body and was being lured out at this moment.

"No!" Meng Jia's mind suddenly became dazed for a moment, and the sword in his hand turned and pierced his chest in an instant.

The severe pain came, and the feeling of being out of control disappeared instantly.

“Hehe.” The face of the woman in front of him suddenly magnified, “What are you struggling for? You are him and he is you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange fragrance came over him, and the clarity brought by the severe pain gradually faded.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Jinghong Sword was spinning restlessly in place.

It felt that the sword master's spiritual altar was shaking wildly, and there seemed to be a spiritual force awakening rapidly in his body, like a long-lurking lion suddenly launched an attack on its sword master.

What's even more terrifying is... this power seems to be using my own strength...

At the moment when Jinghong Sword was turning around anxiously, a deep shout suddenly rang out.

"Jinghong, Zilei!"

It’s the Sword Master!

After these words fell, no other sound was heard. Jinghong was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and madly released purple lightning.

"Zizila!" When the woman held up Meng Jia's face with interest, a purple lightning instantly struck her hand, causing it to tremble uncontrollably.

Just as she was getting angry, the man in front of her opened his eyes.

The moment she opened her eyes, she chuckled, "Are you awake?"

Meng Jia's eyes were always as gentle and restrained as a piece of jade, full of affection, reflecting a hint of warmth and strength. But now, these eyes seemed to be smiling, clear and transparent with a hint of sickness.

"Sister, you are so cruel. It took you so long to come and see me?" A smile slowly formed at the corner of his lips. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the bright red blood at the corner of his lips. He bit his lower lip lightly with his upper lip, and his whole body revealed a kind of sickly charm.

"I'm glad you woke up. It's rare that you still remember me." Xiao Linglong stood up and looked down at "Meng Jia". "It's really my fault that it took me so long to find you, but..."

Xiao Linglong paused, lowered her eyes to look at her nails, blew away the black marks caused by the electric shock just now, and said with a smile, "It was not me who found you, but Your Majesty."

Meng Jia stood up and was stunned, his eyes slightly raised, "Oh?"

"You went to the sword tomb to look for the sword and met His Majesty, didn't you know?" Xiao Linglong's eyes curved and she licked her lips, "Such a mature son of the twin arts, naturally he should return to His Majesty as soon as possible."

Meng Jia didn't comment and changed the subject, "Come to think of it, if he hadn't looked for the sword, I probably wouldn't have woken up. Song Mingyue, that old man, is really capable. He suppressed me for so long that I couldn't even show up. I don't even know what happened in the outside world."

"Jinghong Sword..." He casually stretched out his hand, grabbed the Jinghong Sword in his hand, and looked at it carefully, "It's really a good sword. I think his realm has remained in the Jindan stage for too long. I'm afraid he will soon find a way to completely destroy me..."

"But sister... Your Majesty, are you really willing to eat me?" He changed the subject so quickly that Xiao Linglong almost didn't react.

The next moment, she covered her lips and smiled coquettishly, "Brother, you are really interesting. You raised a little beast, it is cute and adorable, but it is also a good medicine. Don't you want to eat it?"

Meng Jia also laughed, "Indeed."

"What's more... the little beast was disobedient and ran away." Xiao Linglong's charming eyes were full of amorous feelings, but her words were extremely vicious. "Brother, do you still remember the twin white foxes? Although they are immature, they are still excellent delicacies."

"Is that so..." Meng Jia nodded. The Jinghong Sword lay quietly in his hand. The extremely thin blade did not recognize its owner and instantly cut a bloody mark.

"Then I still... won't go with my sister!" As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Jia suddenly made a move. The Jinghong sword flashed, and thousands of thunder and lightning rioted like thousands of silver snakes.

Meng Jiayu laughed crazily in the purple lightning, but the silver snake still burned him, leaving streaks of bright red blood. "Sister... I still won't go with you."

"Autumn leaves falling." A low murmur sounded, and Meng Jia turned around and ran away without even looking at Xiao Linglong.

Xiao Linglong pointed forward with both hands and said with a sweet smile, "My brother is really... worthy of being brought up by me, your sister."

A strange fragrance floated in the air, and countless black butterflies flew towards her. Xiao Linglong passed through the lightning area as if she was passing through an empty space. "But this cultivation level... is still far from enough."

She moved lightly and caught up with Meng Jia without anyone noticing how she did it.

With just one finger, Meng Jia felt a pain in his chest. He was instantly knocked into the air and fell forward in a mess.

The moment she fell, Meng Jia suddenly turned around, her eyes lit up with a deep smile, "Sister... you are still one step behind."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crumbling black lotus swallowed Meng Jia silently.

"The power of space." Xiao Linglong's face changed. "It was Li Guzi's work."

Her eyes changed, and finally she gritted her teeth and turned back.

It's not a good time to confront each other at this moment.

Thinking of this, Meng Jia's eyes suddenly widened and he immersed himself in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness was empty, clear and bright, just like before.

"Come out, I know you're here."

The echo lingered in the sea of ​​consciousness, and no one responded for a long time.

Meng Jia was not in a hurry and just lay on the ground motionless.

The rain fell, gently wiping away the blood stains all over Meng Jia's body. He was exhausted and slowly closed his eyes.

"Do you want to die like this?" Finally, a soft voice sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness, weak and full of sarcasm.