Quickly wear the cannon fodder, he made this short-lived script

"Did you find that kid?"

"No, that guy is like a loach. I don't know what kind of luck he had, but he actually got a ticket to the upper domain."

"Luckily, the ticket is bearer-name only, so anyone can use it. Ha, that kid is dead!"

In the dense jungle, a group of people cooperated tacitly to surround from the outside to the inside. They seemed to be acting independently, but at this moment they were in perfect harmony.

In order to find the person who got the ticket, these people would not even leave out any grass, searching every inch and every centimeter carefully.

The person they were looking for poured a large bottle of Breath-Suppressing Pill into his mouth, and tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes to bandage his injured arm.

While paying attention to the movements around him, he gritted his teeth and walked deeper into the forest. As everyone knows, the further you go to the center of the forest, the more dangerous it becomes. However, he could no longer care about so many things at this moment.

Compared to the dangerous monsters in the depths of the forest, those hypocritical people who use high-sounding excuses to take away other people's opportunities are more dangerous.

Especially now, everyone in the entire world of immortal cultivation is looking for him, just for the ticket to the upper realm.

Legend has it that Gonggong knocked down Mount Buzhou, dividing the entire world into three parts: the Lower Realm, the Middle Realm, and the Upper Realm.

The lower realm is for mortals, the middle realm is a mixture of mortals and immortals, and the upper realm is where immortals live.

All those who cultivate immortality yearn to go to the Upper Realm, but one cannot go there whenever one wants. Millions of years ago, there was an unnamed rule in the Upper Realm that they had an "admission ticket".

The admission tickets were scattered throughout the Central Region, and only those who were destined could get them. Over the past millions of years, only a handful of people had obtained the tickets, and they were all from large families.

The appearance of an admission ticket in this world depends on chance and is never recorded in name, so everyone who gets an admission ticket and goes to the upper domain is the one who wins after competing in many competitions.

No one expected that just a few months ago, the admission ticket reappeared, and the person who got the ticket was an unknown monk.

The appearance of the admission ticket meant that someone could go to the Upper Realm. There were tens of thousands of cultivators in the Middle Realm. Who wouldn't want to get a ticket?

So soon, after everyone's investigation, the person who got the admission ticket was identified.

The man was called Mo Ci, an orphan with no relatives or friends. Naturally, such a person became a target in everyone's eyes.

The admission ticket appears in this world because of the destined person, but the person who can finally get the admission ticket and go to the upper realm is not necessarily the destined person.

For various reasons, Mo Ci became the target of everyone's pursuit. For the admission ticket, everyone was looking for Mo Ci.

Mo Ci had been hiding here and there for several months, and now he was forced to enter this dangerous forest and go deeper into it.

On this side, Mo Ci did not dare to slow down and had to avoid those monsters and go deeper into the area. On the other side, the cultivators on the periphery were pressing forward layer by layer, determined to make sure that Mo Ci would not be able to return.

"Roar--!"

A huge roar was heard, it was the sound of a monster. Soon, everyone understood what was happening and hurried towards the direction where the sound came from.

At the same time, Mo Ci held the dagger in his backhand, the bloody smell on his body became more and more heavy, and in front of him was a huge monster.

No matter how careful Mo Ci was, he still ran into a monster, and it was a monster with more powerful cultivation than his. Mo Ci's hand holding the dagger trembled slightly and tightened a little.

Once the monster roared, the others probably knew where he was. It seemed that he couldn't escape.

Mo Ci panted, made a prompt decision, and swallowed the so-called admission ticket. He held his breath and continued to deal with the monster. He couldn't escape, and no one else could get away with it!

The monster's huge body did not affect its flexibility at all. Mo Ci tried his best to dodge, but was still inevitably injured. Seeing that his physical condition was getting worse and worse, Mo Ci could only grit his teeth and persevere.

Finally, Mo Ci saw the person rushing over, and the other party attacked him without saying a word. This time he was determined to kill him, and this was what Mo Ci was waiting for.

He pounced towards the monster fiercely, looking like a moth to a flame. Everyone who came thought he was doomed to die, but the next second, Mo Ci bent his legs and slid directly under the monster's body.

The attack that was supposed to fall on him instead fell on the monster.

"Roar-!"

There was another huge roar, and the monster became angry and began to attack the people around it recklessly. Mo Ci clung to the monster's belly and was almost trampled.

Soon, one attack after another came towards the belly of the monster. These people's original target was Mo Ci, and it has not changed now. Even though the monster is right in front of them, it is not as important as Mo Ci.

What no one expected was that the monster suddenly changed its nature, protecting Mo Ci under its body and bearing the attack alone. In a flash, a smile appeared on Mo Ci's blood-stained face.

"I said, if I die, you won't be able to escape!"

This sentence was clearly heard by everyone. Soon, someone reacted and backed away with an ugly look on their face. "No! Run!"

“It’s too late—!”

Mo Ci opened his mouth and uttered two almost inaudible words. The next second, his body and the monster's body swelled rapidly. As everyone fled in fear, there was a "bang!" and the entire forest seemed to fall silent.

In a place where no one could see, a little halo of light flickered in the air, forming a virtual admission ticket, which quickly dispersed with the wind and could no longer be seen.

And the hunt for the upper domain admission ticket has also come to an end.

The orphan Mo Ci who got the admission ticket was scared to death. Two-thirds of the people who were chasing Mo Ci died in the self-explosion, and the remaining one-third were also injured.

As for the admission ticket that caused the dispute, it is nowhere to be found.

……

pain!

This was Mo Ci's first feeling. Before he could even think about how he could feel pain if he was already dead, he was so grateful for his keen sense of the Sixth that his hair stood on end.

The next second, Mo Ci followed his heart and rolled to the side. He opened his eyes and found that the environment in front of him was a little unfamiliar, with rugged rocks. It was a very strange place.

However, before he could figure out what was going on, he saw a huge spider crawling where he had just been.

If he hadn't rolled to the side just now, he would have become food for the spider. Mo Ci subconsciously took a posture ready to attack, and his hand habitually touched his waist.

But he touched nothing, and the spider pounced on him again at this time. Mo Ci hurriedly dodged to the side, while not forgetting to look at his current situation.

Looking at his embroidered robe, this... was not his clothes. Or rather, in order to obtain resources for cultivation, he always dressed simply and had never been so extravagant.

Also, his usual weapons were not available here.

While Mo Ci was on guard against the giant spider, he scanned the rocky area to see if there were any usable weapons. At the same time, he did not forget to feel around his body, just in case he found any weapons.

After failing to catch Mo Ci for several times, the spider became a little angry. It turned around and pointed its butt at Mo Ci. Seeing this, Mo Ci secretly sighed that it was not good.

The next second, spider silk spurted out from the spider's butt towards Mo Ci. The thick and sticky spider silk hit his face. Mo Ci had no doubt that if he was stuck, he would definitely not survive.

Damn it, give it a try!

Mo Ci's mind turned, and a whip appeared in his hand. Without thinking, he swung it towards the spider silk. In an instant, the spider silk and the whip were entangled together. The spider obviously did not expect this to happen, and planned to retract the spider silk and attack again.

But Mo Ci would not let it go just like that. This whip looked like a snake's spine, long and with sharp barbs at every joint.

This is also what causes the spider to get caught in the silk and unable to get rid of it.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the spider tried to turn around and pounce on Mo Ci again. Although Mo Ci still didn't understand the situation, he was still able to deal with a spider with his experience in survival.

He held one end of the whip tightly, while moving his wrist to increase the contact area between the spider silk and the whip, making it impossible for the spider to retract the silk. In fact, because of Mo Ci's actions, the spider was forced to spit out silk.

Among the rugged rocks, the spider's huge body could not compare with Mo Ci's, which made it convenient for Mo Ci. He used the method of winding the spider's silk, using the whip as the skeleton, while not forgetting to lead the spider to catch him.

But every time, the spider hit the stone, not only did it see stars, but the spider silk was also pulled out of its body bit by bit by Mo Ci.

The feeling of uneasiness made the spider start to go crazy, but Mo Ci did not panic and continued to do things as he pleased. Just when the spider silk was completely wrapped around the whip and the spider began its final attack, Mo Ci finally contacted his own spiritual space.

The next second, Mo Ci threw away the whip in his hand and replaced it with two daggers. The spider also pounced on him. Mo Ci took the sword in his backhand and met it without any avoidance.

He moved quickly, the sharp blade of the dagger cut through the spider's body, and its sharp claws were broken down one by one as they approached Mo Ci.

After a long time, the spider collapsed with a loud bang and no longer had any breath. Mo Ci was also gasping for breath, his legs softened, and he simply fell on the spider's body that looked like broken flesh.

"Hoo-ho-ho-!"

Mo Ci was lying in the minced meat, with no part of his face, hands, or body clean. Having crossed the threshold of life and death, Mo Ci was adjusting his physical condition, and only then did he have time to think about his current situation.

He clearly remembered that he pulled the monster beast and self-destructed together. With the monster beast accompanying him, the power of the self-destruction was definitely strong, and those people would be crippled if not killed.

But... Mo Ci slowly raised his hand in front of his eyes. Since he had already self-destructed, what was the situation now?

These hands do not belong to him.

Mo Ci was about two hundred years old when he self-destructed. He was considered a solitary cultivator. In a place like the Central Region, where everyone was protected by their relatives, the life of a solitary cultivator could be said to be very difficult.

Mo Ci, however, knew the dangers of the world since he was young and had suffered a lot, so his hands were covered with thick calluses.

Unlike the hands in front of you, you can tell by looking at them that they have a good life.

After calming down, Mo Ci slowly sat up. He was a little confused about the current situation and could only stay here for the time being. He stood up and stabbed the dagger into the spider's forehead.

When we were in the Central Region, all the monsters had monster cores. I wonder if this spider has one? "Puff!" The dagger pierced into the spider's forehead. Mo Ci reached out and dug, but only got a hand full of blood.

No demon pill?

Mo Ci stared at his hands in a daze, so is he still in his original world?

Thinking of this, Mo Ci contacted his spiritual space again. This was the space connected to his soul. If his soul dissipated, this space would also scatter.

After a long silence, Mo Ci took the whip and used other things to get the spider silk down and put it back into his own space. He had no choice but to hoard things, and this spider silk looked quite useful.

After cleaning the whip, Mo Ci put it away. However, for some reason, Mo Ci, who was always cautious, actually cut his finger with the whip. Blood fell on the whip, and Mo Ci felt a black screen in front of his eyes.

Mo Ci felt a bloating in his head and frowned, trying hard to distinguish the extra memories in his mind that did not belong to him.

……

This is also a world of cultivating immortals, but it seems to be much lower than the Central Region where Mo Ci is. The level of cultivating immortals here is divided into ten levels.

Each level is divided into nine small classes.

Each level is the first heaven, and upwards are the second heaven, the third heaven... the tenth heaven. The small levels are one star, two stars... nine stars.

The name of Mo Ci's current body is Shui Qingmiao, and he is the son of the leader of a medium-sized sect.

As the son of the clan leader, Shui Qingmiao can be said to have won at the starting line from birth, and his life is so luxurious that Mo Ci can never imagine.

This time, Shui Qingmiao appeared here because he wanted to come in and look for opportunities. For the sake of his son, the sect leader specially chose a secret realm with a zero mortality rate for his son.

Shui Qingmiao also knew his own limitations, so he did not force himself to go to the dangerous secret realm. He just came here. Originally, this secret realm was a place where people with three stars or above in the second heaven could come and go freely. With Shui Qingmiao's cultivation level of nine stars in the second heaven, nothing would happen to him.

However, on the road to becoming an immortal, unexpected things always happen, just like Mo Ci, who got the chance to enter the upper realm, but died by self-destruction.

This is what is meant by the interdependence of fortune and misfortune.

Shui Qingmiao was so unlucky that he happened to encounter such a life-threatening incident. A group of monsters suddenly appeared in this secret realm and killed everyone they saw.

Shui Qingmiao tried his best but failed to escape, and finally died in the mouth of the spider. After his death, his soul did not dissipate, but he met a sloppy man at the place of his death.

The man picked up his storage ring, obtained his weapons, spirit stones and pills, and was even luckier to receive a legacy here.

And Shui Qingmiao's soul, for some unknown reason, followed the other party out of the secret realm. Then Shui Qingmiao saw that the other party was treated as a guest of honor by his father through his storage ring.

He even became the sect master's personal disciple. Originally, Shui Qingmiao thought he was dead, but now it was a good thing that there was someone with good spiritual roots to accompany his father.

But who would have thought that this good thing would be tainted with poison.

The man was originally a disciple who defected from a large sect. He was discovered soon after, and the sect that Shui Qingmiao belonged to was considered by the other party to be against them, so they were wiped out in one fell swoop.

And that person escaped again. This time, Shui Qingmiao did not leave with him. Instead, he watched his father and fellow disciples in the sect die. Not only that, they were also searched and their souls were crushed by the people from the big sect.

Shui Qingmiao was furious and his soul lost consciousness.

……

Mo Ci opened his eyes and felt his swollen head ease a lot. He breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, his heart tightened. In other words, he was now Shui Qingmiao? Where did Shui Qingmiao go?

As he was thinking, for some reason, an answer flashed through Mo Ci's mind: Shui Qingmiao had been reincarnated. Although he didn't quite trust this answer, Mo Ci inexplicably felt that it was the truth.

Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. According to memory, Shui Qingmiao died here a year later before anyone found him. So, since Mo Ci is still alive, does that mean that the inheritance is his?!