Cannon fodder always wants to be the protagonist [Transmigration Book]

A person's appearance can be changed, but the situation in the sea of ​​consciousness cannot be disguised.

A wisp of Yan Xiaoran's divine consciousness instantly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness of this black-robed Taoist named Shiwu.

However, just after entering the spiritual consciousness, he wanted to use the sea of ​​consciousness to distinguish whether this person is Jing Fansheng, but he couldn't even move a step.

The land was cracked piece by piece, and beneath the cracks were patches of emptiness and darkness. Yan Xiaoran landed on a piece of ground that could only accommodate two feet.

The light here is very dim, except for the fragmented land and a big tree that has been cut down in the distance, the entire sea of ​​consciousness is empty.

Xiao Ranjun, who was always expressionless, couldn't help showing a look of shock.

His consciousness had also been severely damaged, but he had never seen a person whose consciousness sea was broken to such an extent that he was still alive.

... No wonder this person is clearly at the Nascent Soul stage, but his strength is not even comparable to that of a Jindan early stage.

Because it is of the wood attribute, the big tree in the distance is this person's consciousness.

It should have been a lush, well-grown tree.It's a pity that it was cut off at the middle for some unknown reason, and the crown of the tree fell beside the trunk. It didn't wither, but the leaves on it had fallen off.

There was no wind in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and the leaves did not wither and turn yellow, but were still green, just spreading on the broken ground.

There may be some empty space that has fallen into the crack and disappeared completely.

I wanted to go into this person's sea of ​​consciousness to see if he was Jing Fansheng, but now I couldn't identify him.

It was the first time he had seen such a barren scene.Compared with disappointment, shock and fear are more on the contrary.

The sea of ​​consciousness was shattered, and the damage to the consciousness was so severe that Yan Xiaoran had no idea how this person survived—thinking about the situation when he was seriously injured, even if this person could barely survive, logically speaking, he should I can no longer use my spiritual power.

Although Yan Xiaoran felt strange, he didn't dare to go over to see what happened to this person's consciousness carefully, he didn't even dare to move a little bit.

This person's sea of ​​consciousness was only one step away from completely collapsing, and he could no longer withstand any changes.It was a fluke that he forced his way in just now without causing any bad consequences.

If it's just that the consciousness is damaged, there is still the possibility of repairing it.

But if even the sea of ​​consciousness does not exist, and the spiritual consciousness cannot be nourished and returned to its place, what kind of consequences will happen?

After ordinary people die, their souls cannot be attached, so they have to return to heaven and earth to enter another reincarnation.

However, cultivators seek to become immortals. Although the practice they do is to comprehend the way of heaven, it is actually an attempt to change fate against the sky. The soul has already turned into divine consciousness over the years. If the sea is gone, then the consciousness will dissipate between the heaven and the earth.

Without reincarnation, there is no reincarnation.

He almost killed a person just now.

Yan Xiaoran suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his heart.It was the kind of pain that was densely packed like pins and needles, that rose from the bottom of his heart and spread rapidly. It was not strong, but it pierced him nowhere to hide.

This feeling was not quite the same as the despair and loneliness he had experienced day and night for 15 years.If he had to say it, it should be a kind of extreme fear - if he could, he would rather never know the truth than that the person he found was really Jing Fansheng.

And if he is really Jing Fansheng...

It was as if the blood all over his body had quickly congealed, and even his fingertips became icy cold.Clenching his fists subconsciously, a red light suddenly flashed in Yan Xiaoran's black and white eyes.

"Sect Master, I'm here to bring you water."

Chen Yixiang called twice at the head of the stairs, seeing that no one answered, he went up the stairs cautiously, and called a few more times at the door, but still no one answered.

"Sect Master?" Chen Yixiang was surprised and surprised, and finally pushed open the door in front of him, and leaned in to have a look.

There is only one room on the second floor.

This room was tampered with by Yan Xiaoran during refining, and another barrier was set up, so the size of the room can be changed according to his wishes.

Now the size of this room is only as big as an ordinary living room. There is no decoration in the room, only a wooden bed, a screen, a table and a few chairs.

So just after entering the room, Chen Yixiang, who saw the scene in the room at a glance, was stunned and remained motionless.

Zong, Zong, Zongzhu, what is he doing?

Chen Yixiang was standing at the door, through the half-covered screen, he couldn't see clearly, only a silhouette could be vaguely seen, it seemed that his suzerain was lying on the bed, and was touching the face of the person on the bed, doing, doing something unspeakable...

Not to mention doing something shameful, how could his suzerain be so close to others? !

Yan Xiaoran carefully retreated from the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, and now they were still forehead to forehead, they naturally found that this person had passed out.

A trace of guilt flashed uncontrollably in the eyes that had not yet faded from the blood mist.

Yan Xiaoran propped up his upper body, and put his slender hands on the man's forehead.

Then he turned his head slowly.

"That... suzerain, I'm here to deliver, deliver, deliver tea to you." As soon as he saw Xiao Ranjun's icy and expressionless face, he suddenly felt a gust of cold air rushing towards his face, and Chen Yixiang felt that he had smashed something. He stumbled unconsciously.

"let it go."

"Yes!"

"If there is nothing wrong, tell anyone not to disturb me."

"...Yes." Chen Yixiang put down the tray, and suddenly remembered his real purpose for coming up, and asked respectfully: "Brother Chu asked where are we going now?"

Yan Xiaoran closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had those dark eyes again.After a while, he said: "Let's go to the Demon Refining Tower first. You have to take good care of those bodyguards."

"Yes, the disciple understands."

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A cool breath infiltrated from the sea of ​​consciousness, spreading to the limbs and bones in an instant, the refreshing feeling quickly relieved the sharp pain like a blade cutting through the brain.

Jing Fansheng was dreaming.

The quaint steps are covered with moss, and only the place where people often pass by shows the original appearance of gray and white bluestone.

Looking up, the stairs lead to a pavilion with a unique and simple shape, and a big bell hangs above the middle of the pavilion.

Looking up, after passing through the gazebo, there are still such stairs, extending straight to the place where the clouds and mist are filled above.

Jing Fansheng lifted his feet and went up the steps.

He felt the place was familiar.It seemed that the trees at both ends of the stone steps, the sunshine in front of him, and the smell of grass in the air were all familiar to him, making him feel like being immersed in a pool of warm water, and he couldn't help moaning comfortably.

Smelling the fragrance of green grass, Jing Fansheng walked faster and faster, until he saw three simple and complicated ancient characters "Chongming Mountain" written on the huge rock at the entrance of the mountain, which he only knew but could not write. Where.

It turned out that he had returned to the Zongmen.

But why did he go down the mountain?Jing Fansheng scratched his hair - he couldn't remember.

As usual, he walked into the mountain gate with his hands behind his back and his head held high. There were not many disciples in Chongming Mountain, but it was still lively.

A woman with a curvaceous figure in a double bun happened to pass by, and when she saw him, she called him sweetly, "Eldest brother."

Strangely, this woman's face was so vague that it was impossible to see clearly.

But it was as if the other person's voice, appearance and appearance were engraved on his heart. Jing Fansheng knew who this person was, and he didn't think there was anything wrong.

He habitually raised the corners of his mouth, showing what he thought was the prettiest, cynical and seductive smile, and said in a calm tone, "Junior Sister Wu, where are you going?"

The woman said in a sweet voice, "Master asked me to go to Senior Brother Chen to get some pills, but since I met Senior Brother Chen, I can take a short walk." Unclear, Jing Fansheng was also attracted by the other party's playful appearance.

Immediately feel relaxed and happy.

He couldn't help but put his hand into his bosom and asked, "What medicine does Uncle Master want?"

After he got the elixir, the junior sister surnamed Wu thanked her and left gracefully.

Jing Fansheng finally began to feel a little strange, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Afterwards, he walked all the way forward, and also met many juniors, younger sisters, uncles and uncles, all with blurred faces.But even so, Jing Fansheng could still match the expressions of these people in his heart. He didn't feel panic, but still felt kind.

After walking for a while, I saw a thatched hut surrounded by high fences in the distance.He didn't think there was anything wrong with the thatched hut appearing here, Jing Fansheng's footsteps became lighter and he walked in that direction.

In the fence, a handsome young man in white clothes with clear brows was pursing his lips and swinging a sword with a serious expression.

Jing Fansheng smiled, and was about to climb over the fence to find the young man when he suddenly heard a childish voice calling him.

"Big Brother!"

As soon as he turned around, a child whose height only reached his waist jumped on him, and behind the child was a fat man who was running out of breath.

Unlike the white-clothed boy in the garden who only had half of his hair tied up, both of them tied up all their hair and fixed it with straight hair crowns. They were dressed in black Taoist robes.

These two can also be seen clearly.

The little boy raised his face to look at him, and said with a smile, "Eldest Brother, where are you going? Come and play with me and Senior Brother Chen!"

This child's face is like a crown of jade, and he is born with great spirituality.Jing Fansheng smiled at him, subconsciously reached out and touched his head.At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me—only the faces of these three people can be seen clearly.

As soon as this idea came up, the picture in front of him became distorted and broken.

Looking again, it was still the ancient stone steps leading to the sky. The child who used to like to hug his waist had grown up and was pointing a flying sword at his heart. His eyes were red, and his eyes seemed to be popping out. His face was full of gritted teeth in resentment.

Jing Fansheng suddenly remembered where this place was, and was instinctively wanting to back up and escape, but before he could make a move, the child spoke, his tone was unhurried, his voice was cadenced, and his words were heartbreaking. : "Jing Fansheng, you slaughtered all your fellow disciples and fell into the devil's way. Unfilial, unfaithful, unkind, and unrighteous! From now on, you are no longer my disciple of Chongming Mountain! I can't beat you today, and I will learn better in the future." If it is done, it will surely smash your corpse into thousands of pieces, and prevent you from being reborn forever!"

"No, it's not..." The sharp headache spread wantonly again, and a piercing roar came from my ears.He had to hold his head in his hands, and reluctantly raised his eyes to look, the sun pierced into his eyes, the two people on the stone steps were against the light, and they could still see the strange and disgusting expressions on their faces.

"No...no, Junior Brother Shen, Junior Brother Chen, listen to me..."

Only then did he realize in vain that he was actually dreaming.

A cultivator does not need to sleep, and even if he is asleep, he will not dream.

He no longer remembered that the last time he had a dream was hundreds of years ago.

And it was such a terrible nightmare to do so.

But now that he knew he was in a nightmare, Jing Fansheng was naturally struggling to wake up.

All the pictures disappeared, and he seemed to have fallen into the darkness in vain, but it was as if he was being pressed down by a vast mountain, and he couldn't open his eyes no matter what.

At this time, a trace of cold fragrance suddenly appeared in the nostrils, and that cool breath seeped into the sea of ​​consciousness again from the forehead.As if being blown by an extremely soft and steamy wind, Jing Fansheng could not help but let out a comfortable moan, and fell asleep again.