The whole world thought I was a victim of [Quick Transmigration]

Early the next morning, Jiang Mian recovered as before, and even yawned lightly, not wanting to move.

He was not the same as Yan Wugui, he cried whenever he cried, so he didn't feel that there was anything to be ashamed about.

Don't you feel sorry for his wife?He was about to cry.

On the other hand, Yan Wugui looked at Jiang Mian carefully, and took the initiative to hug him in his arms without urging him.

Even if they are about to be both "late".

After waking up, Jiang Mian was still hanging on Yan Wugui's body stickyly, begging for several kisses around his neck, and then sighed contentedly: "Master, if I enter the Xuanhuang Pagoda to practice, I feel like a You can't even come out for a month."

Hearing this, Yan Wugui paused and pursed his lips slightly.

And Jiang Mian bent her eyes: "So, you really don't need me to smash it?"

"Mianmian..." Yan Wugui was a little dumbfounded.

Recalling Jiang Mian's accusation last night, Yan Wugui was even more dumbfounded.

How could he go crazy in this situation? If he went crazy, who would be able to control this ancestor?

Really.

Jiang Mian puffed his face, and said as he expected, "I was so sad before, you still won't let me..."

"Mianmian, the Xuanhuang Pagoda has spiritual wisdom. It is said that the pagoda spirit has been cultivating on its own since the beginning of the world, and even mastered the way of time that is difficult for others to match...An ancient artifact is not as simple as you imagine," Yan Wu Gui directly raised his hand to pinch Jiang Mian's face, and then patiently explained, "I care more about your safety."

Jiang Mian struggled to break free from his grasp, and after listening, she lowered her eyes pitifully: "Master, what you mean is, if I am turned into an old man by the Xuanhuang Pagoda, will you not want me?"

Yan Wugui: "..."

He really couldn't understand Jiang Mian's behavior of distorting the facts at every turn.

Forget it.

Then let Jiang Mian act according to his mood, how happy he is.He gave up.

Anyway, no matter what Jiang Mian did, he was always behind him.

The opening of the Qianlong Conference was more lengthy than Jiang Mian imagined.He was very glad that he had stayed in bed before.

The young monks were divided into two distinct factions and stood in the audience listening to the speech.

The Zizai Immortal, who is currently in charge of the cultivation world, spoke very slowly, and talked for an hour with his hands in his hands.

Most of the content is expressing various expectations for today's young people, recalling how powerful the first few of the Qianlong Conference were, such as being accepted as a beloved disciple by some hidden power, and what achievements they made later... Finally, Advocate to fight against evil and create a peaceful and beautiful world of self-cultivation.

The upright monks were radiant when they heard it, but Moxiu couldn't bear it one after another. After a long time of commotion in private, some people almost fell asleep.

Then it was the turn of the gray-haired and bearded Dazong elders. They seemed to have a lot to say, and they looked upright, each more sanctimonious than the other.

However, Yan Wugui couldn't bear it any longer, and slapped them ten feet away expressionlessly, glanced at Zizai Xianzun who was smiling wryly, and said coldly: "Too much nonsense, let's start."

He didn't give people half face at all, and the demon cultivators cheered immediately.

This time, Jiang Mian finally had the opportunity to fight the decent monk head-on.

It seems that in order to target demon cultivators, many people specially brought magic weapons such as purification and targeting ghosts.

But the problem is that Jiang Mian is not a magic cultivator in the actual sense at all, and is directly immune.

Not only has he not killed anyone since he came to this world, but he still practiced the decent skills.

Of course, the seemingly gentle "tide rise" in Yue Leng's spirit map was used by Jiang Mian indistinguishably from Moxiu.

Jiang Mian seemed to have no upper limit of spiritual power, he would not be stingy with spells in every match, and at most he would eat a few recovery pills to cover up.

The scorching sun that shone with the flames of the abyss was replaced and covered by the bright white moon.One move "Tide Rising" moves across the world, as long as the opponent is unable to dodge in time and is submerged in water, it will be difficult to break free again.

Because Jiang Mian is really good at condensing water into ice.

This seemingly weak little spell has unimaginable miraculous effects under the blessing of the late stage of transformation.

The decent monks who fought against him were frozen into ice cubes one after another.

And most of them were froze in giant ice blocks with hideous faces and disheveled clothes. Jiang Mian picked them out of the field with a knife, fell to the ground and rolled around several times.

Even if the monk was able to break free on his own in the end...but being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, such a defeat is like a public execution.

"No wonder, this person will be the devil's favorite..."

"A demonic cultivator is a demonic cultivator, no matter how innocent he pretends to be, he's full of bad luck."

"Hahahahaha, look at that idiot of Tan Chong! Normally this bastard would bully others, but now he can't be proud!"

"Hey, where are you from?!"

"none of your business!"

No matter how the onlookers talked about it, Jiang Mian didn't care, put away the Immortal Slayer Sword and stood aside to watch the battle with a smile.

After all, he is lazy, so this kind of fighting is the easiest and most convenient way.

Except for him, the rest of the magicians are normal.

For example, the person who most fits the stereotype of Jiang Mian's magic cultivator is Qiu Yichen.

He holds a pair of dragon meteor claws refined by divine fire, surrounded by ferocious Gu insects, and when he casts the spell, the sky and the earth are covered with fiery blood, taking the initiative with great power and winning the victory.

Obviously, he is also an admirer of Yan Wugui, and the aura of magic is vaguely like that.

But in the end, Qiu Yichen was still defeated by Luo Yifan's sword.

At the same time, on the high platform.

Zizai Xianzun put his hands in his hands and said with a smile: "Friend Daoist Yan, where did you find this little guy, and he is so outstanding."

"He is my Taoist companion," Yan Wugui's eyes rested on Jiang Mian, and said expressionlessly, "You must come to the ceremony of the bond of this seat. Remember to bring Qingxu and Xuancheng."

"Tao companion?" Immortal Zizai was startled, his eyes were a little indescribable.

Yan Wugui glanced at him indifferently: "If you don't come, I will chop up your big apprentice and make it a spiritual house. Don't think that I don't know, he is the incarnation of the ten thousand-year bamboo spirit, a pure-blooded demon clan."

Free Immortal Venerable: "..."

There was a lot of cheering from the audience, and no one noticed that Yan Wugui was threatening every respectable person in the cultivation world to attend his bond formation ceremony.

Because everyone is paying attention to the battle between Jiang Mian and Luo Yifan.

Unknowingly, Ji Yuheng assumed the identity of an elder Keqing and waved the flag to Luo Yifan without any image.

And Luo Yifan was in a complicated mood.

He didn't know what to do, even if Jiang Mian said that he was the son of luck, even if Jiang Mian said that he was about the same age as himself...he didn't think he would beat Jiang Mian.

Until Jiang Mian stood in front of him, holding the spotless Immortal Slayer Knife and bent his lips, "Let me see what you are capable of now."

"...Yes, senior."

Luo Yifan slowly closed his eyes, raised his hand and held down the hilt of the sword.

He is currently practicing sword drawing.

What you want is to be fast and ruthless, to seal your throat when you see blood, and kill with one blow.

The sword light was like lightning, and there was a thunderous sound, but Jiang Mian just watched quietly, at the moment Luo Yifan's arm moved slightly, he raised the edge of the knife slightly, and turned the direction of the crossbar.

"clang--"

His long hair, which was tied up casually, fell down in response, and a few strands of chopped hair slowly fell down along the sharp blade.

But Jiang Mian himself was still unscathed, and said with satisfaction: "You are very good."

As expected of the protagonist Shou, if he has been adhering to such a serious heart to learn swordsmanship and practice steadily, he will surely become a big event in the future.

Before Luo Yifan could continue, Jiang Mian suddenly threw the Immortal Sword on the ground and flew up, causing everyone to exclaim.

"You didn't do anything bad." Jiang Mian looked at him condescendingly, "The opportunity of the Xuanhuang Pagoda should belong to you, but I don't allow any risks to arise."

Luo Yifan was stunned, vigilantly clenched the hilt of his sword, and adjusted his center of gravity.

But Jiang Mian just smiled slightly, lowered her eyes and said softly, "Trace to the source."

As soon as the words fell, Luo Yifan watched helplessly as his hands were condensed into ice inch by inch, showing shock on his face.

He didn't have time to prevent it, just because... the freezing process is not from the outside to the inside, but from the inside to the outside.

What Jiang Mian is manipulating is not only water, but also the blood in the human body.

Every slender and fragile blood vessel became stiff as iron in an instant.

Except for Jiang Mian, none of the cultivators of Shui Linggen in this world thought that they could do things like this.

Luo Yifan hadn't been tempered by the Xuanhuang Pagoda at this time, and Jiang Mian's spiritual power was thick and solid, far surpassing him.

Although he can control the sword to resist with his thoughts, as a sword repairer, Luo Yifan's every move and style he practiced day and night told him that nothing is more important than holding the sword handle tightly.

This made Luo Yifan almost unable to display any strength, so Jiang Mian kicked him off the duel ring.

However, his natal sword was still on the stage, gradually eroded by the frost.

Luo Yifan was gasping for breath, staring at the ferocious protruding blood vessels on both sides of his arms, seeing his skin turning blue and purple, extremely stiff... He was almost terrified, because Jiang Mian didn't use all his strength at all.

This kind of weird and incomprehensible attack is just like a small lesson.

This small injury was insignificant to a monk, but he couldn't forget the piercing pain and sense of loss of control.

Ji Yuheng flew to Luo Yifan's side in an instant, covered his hand anxiously, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Luo Yifan.

"Shut up and don't mess around."

"……it is good."

Ji Yuheng could only give Jiang Mian an aggrieved look.

Jiang Mian looked back at him with a smile, put the Immortal Sword into the storage ring, picked up Luo Yifan's natal sword, weighed it, and then casually threw it down.

There was an instant burst of cheers that moved mountains and seas from the audience.

At the beginning, he refused to return the harsh words to him, but now he yells the loudest.

Zizai Immortal said "Congratulations, little friend" slowly, and waved his sleeves to invite out of the Xuanhuang Pagoda.

But Jiang Mian didn't care about it, he turned his head to stare at the seemingly calm Yan Wugui, and blinked.

"Praise me quickly."

Yan Wugui cleared his throat, and said with difficulty: "Mianmian is really amazing, amazing, number one in the world, unparalleled in the world."

He is really not good at boasting.

"Master, you are so perfunctory."

"Then what should I say?" Yan Wugui asked seriously.

"Well, you want to hug me and kiss me hard in front of everyone. You also want to touch my dragon's tail."

"... Where did you get the dragon tail?"

"I hate it, Master doesn't understand love/interest at all."

It has been a long time since Jiang Mian has followed the rules to do tasks.

But with his wife by his side, even going along with the plot is very fresh and interesting.

Now he has firmly won the name of Qianlong... Of course, he must have a dragon tail and a small dragon horn.

After listening to the explanation, Yan Wugui fell into almost speechless silence.

But secretly, he quietly transmitted the voice back to the Demon Palace, asking people to immediately refine what Jiang Mian wanted.

What Jiang Mian said made sense.

He does want to touch.

[Instructions for entering the pagoda: Do not speak ill of Xuanhuang Pagoda.Do not wantonly destroy and search.Those who refuse to follow the rules will be punished with expulsion.Those who disobeyed seriously will die. 】

Jiang Mian casually glanced at the warning stele, raised her eyebrows indifferently, and pushed the door open.

According to rumors, the Xuanhuang Pagoda will be hailed as the most powerful artifact in the world, and it can even affect the structure and future of the cultivation world, precisely because it controls the way of time.

Even if a cultivator possesses the ability to completely destroy it, he will be eroded by its Taoism at a rapid rate before he successfully casts the spell... until he dies of old age and turns into a pool of dry bones.

It's terrifying just thinking about it.

But Jiang Mian is really not afraid of such things.

He didn't climb to the top of the tower immediately, but sat down cross-legged directly, and began to practice peacefully.

The aura in the pagoda was endless and abundant, and the time flow rate was less than one percent of the outside world, which was completely enough for Jiang Mian.After all, he has no bottlenecks, so practicing like this is like owning an open accelerator, and he can earn a lot of money.

At the same time, everyone outside was celebrating the successful holding of the Qianlong Conference, and opened the reception and enlightenment exchange meeting on the spot.

There was even a quarrel between the righteous and the devil, and they competed with each other on the stage again, which was extremely lively.

It's just a month's wait. For the monks present, it can't even be called fleeting.

Only Yan Wugui's mood gradually became irritable.

He stood beside the Xuanhuang Pagoda, staring at the gate with gloomy eyes, as if he was thinking about what Jiang Mian said earlier... the feasibility of bringing it down.

He has not seen Jiang Mian for three days.

It was the first time he had been separated from Jiang Mian for such a long time, and Yan Wugui found that it was almost hard for him to accept it.

How did it come here in the previous hundreds of years?

Isn't it just meditation practice?

He was so uncomfortable.

...is really uncomfortable.

Not only that, there was also a short-sighted Phoenix who came to bother him.

Taking advantage of Luo Yifan's meditation practice, Ji Yuheng approached Yan Wugui on his own initiative.

He still looked like a fool, and asked directly with curiosity: "Master Mozun, why do you have a strange smell?"

"Turkey head, shut up."

Yan Wugui's face darkened, and he waved his sleeves and threw him into the abyss of Wangyou. When Ji Yuheng crawled out angrily, Yan Wugui threw him back again.

The reason why he didn't kill him was purely because Yan Wugui could see that Ji Yuheng had a life-saving magic weapon for space transfer. If he really wanted to kill him, he might be able to run faster than anyone else.

What Jiang Mian said made sense, there was something wrong with Ji Yuheng.

However, people of the Phoenix clan, as long as there is a drop of heart blood and tail feathers left elsewhere, they will have a way to die and come back to life, which is extremely against the sky.What's more, it is still within the restricted range of the Xuanhuang Pagoda, so it is not easy to do it casually.

It doesn't matter, there will be a long time to come.Yan Wugui regained his composure and continued to practice by guarding the gate.

...I can't practice for a second.

So, when Luo Yifan opened his eyes, he saw Ji Yuheng lying on the ground in tatters, his clothes were almost burnt, and he was pulling his sleeve pitifully, whimpering.

Because Yan Wugui was really irritable, he simply sealed his mouth.

"You deserve it, I told you not to mess around!" Luo Yifan almost died of anger.

"Ugh..."

All the dots in Yue Leng Ling's picture lit up, forming a vast and magnificent night picture of the sea of ​​stars, Jiang Mian stretched his waist.

The rules for climbing the Xuanhuang Pagoda are written in detail in the original text.

He has to fight the guards on each floor before he can get the treasures and supplies and continue to the next floor.Each floor will allow time for him to adjust his breath to recover, and he can choose to continue the battle, or give up on the spot.

The protagonist Shou climbed up to the top floor in such a regular manner, honed his experience and insights in various dangerous battles, and upgraded crazily by the way.

But Jiang Mian was too lazy to do that.

He crossed his arms: "Ta Ling, are you there? Why don't you like Yan Wugui?"

Xuanhuang Pagoda naturally ignored him.

So Jiang Mian kicked open the door leading to the upper floor: "Are you really not going to tell me?"

There was an angry buzzing in my ears.

Jiang Mian raised her eyebrows without hesitation, took away the treasure placed in the center, and continued to walk up.

He didn't even ask any more questions, and concentrated on violently breaking the door. All the treasures of heaven and earth and magic weapons that were supposed to be rewards for customs clearance were all put into the storage ring by him.

Moreover, Jiang Mian's speed was extremely fast, and he could break the door before the Xuanhuang Pagoda spawned guards.Even if the guards appeared, Jiang Mian still punched them one by one.

After all, there was no one around, Jiang Mian didn't even bother to pretend, the fingertips that would usually turn red when Yan Wugui pinched them a little, were still unharmed, cold and white as jade.

He came to the top floor and shook his hand.

The hexagonal spire is close at hand, engraved with complicated and majestic formations, and the heart of the bright yellow pagoda is shining.

The buzzing sound of Xuanhuang Pagoda echoed in the air, from the initial anger and surprise, it gradually turned into a strong killing intent.

But Jiang Mian didn't seem to feel anything, drew out the Immortal Slaying Saber and gestured at Ta Xin, and said with a smile: "Stop making noise, tell me quickly."

"boom--"

An indescribable strange power suddenly poured over him.

Jiang Mian didn't resist, and his ankle-length black hair instantly turned snow-white, but he still stood there unharmed.

He pinched his face, it was still so smooth and tender.

Jiang Mian couldn't help but curled her lips and smiled softly: "This is not good, my wife and I have clashed hair colors. Don't make trouble, change me back quickly."

The Xuanhuang Pagoda couldn't understand what a "wife" was.

But in its mind, which has not been disturbed for a long time, apart from anger, there is also a trace of surprise and fear.

Why does this human being not grow old?

Even a cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Period should have an end to his lifespan...

After a while, Jiang Mian seemed impatient: "Don't say anything."

As soon as the words fell, he flew up and directly opened a big hole on the top floor of the Xuanhuang Pagoda. The loud noise resounded through the two worlds of righteousness and demons, and spread thousands of miles away.

It caused everyone to turn pale with shock, and they all looked towards the top of the tower.

Jiang Mian stood in the air, her clothes fluttering, her strange white hair could hardly conceal her beautiful appearance, and she was holding a saber-shaped magic weapon that was broken in half.

In an instant, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and the black and purple thunder slammed down fiercely, like impermanence that was seductive and life-threatening, throwing an inescapable iron chain at him.

But Jiang Mian casually bent her lips, took out another knife from the storage ring, and slashed down at the heart of the Xuanhuang Pagoda again.

The purple thunder spread, and after a while, it flowed towards the pagoda along the tip of the knife in his hand. The thunder pierced through the entire pagoda, making it even more dilapidated.

Jiang Mian seemed to be able to hear the sound of begging for mercy, and even his long snow-white hair was quickly dyed back to the color of black jade by Ta Ling, but he became more violent instead.

Under everyone's gaping eyes, he dismantled the pagoda into pieces one by one, packed them up and threw them into the Wangyou Abyss.

Immortal Venerable Zizai didn't want to stop him, but Yan Wugui gave him a pitiful look.

"What Jiang Mian wants to do, let him do it. Otherwise, your eldest apprentice will become the firewood of this seat."

"……Um."

Yan Wugui could definitely do this kind of thing.

He really couldn't speak, he didn't take the lead, and the people below were even more confused about the situation, and they didn't even dare to stand up and scold him.

After all, not everyone can survive the Xuanhuang Pagoda's anger unscathed, even Immortal Zizai did not speak out, no one dared to act rashly.

Until Jiang Mian landed next to Yan Wugui, took a few sips of the spirit wine in his hand, as if to quench his thirst.

After a long while, Jiang Mian raised his face and transmitted the voice: "Yan Wugui, this tower spirit told me before he died that he deliberately stimulated you before was following the will of heaven, because you have been strong for too long, and according to the laws of heaven and earth, you should The prosperity must decline...I'll fuck him."

Yan Wugui paused, and quickly hugged him into his arms: "Mianmian, use civilized language."

He still learned this word from Jiang Mian.

"Oh." Jiang Mian calmed down obediently.

Seeing that Jiang Mian's mood had stabilized, Zizai Xianzun asked after consideration, "This... fellow daoist, why is this so?"

He no longer regards Jiang Mian as a junior, maybe other people didn't see it, but Jiang Mian just survived the thunder disaster more than once.

But how is this possible... Where in the world would there be such a heaven-defying person?Even with the blessing of the Xuanhuang Pagoda, enlightenment is by no means an overnight process.Zizai Xianzun thought slowly, and the surprise in his heart slowly spread.

Seeing that the Immortal Venerable opened his mouth, some people dared to speak out: "Young man, do you know that this pagoda is an ancient artifact, a rare opportunity for monks all over the world! You just ruined it like this!"

"But how did he do it?"

"Maybe it's the Buddhist beads and rare treasures from before..."

Unable to suppress the whispers any longer, many greedy eyes stared at Jiang Mian, almost unable to hide.

But before Jiang Mian could respond, Yan Wugui threw those few people who were ready to join forces to blame him into the abyss of Wangyou.

The audience was silent, but Immortal Zizai just sighed helplessly.

It's such a convenient place to take out the trash.

Seeing this, Jiang Mian put down her wine glass with her lips bent, and sat softly on Yan Wugui's lap: "Because this pagoda wanted to bully my husband, I smashed him, do you have any opinions?"

"Cough... it's a Taoist companion." Yan Wugui's ears turned red when he heard it, and he corrected him.

"Call it whatever you want, to me it's my husband." Jiang Mian said shamelessly.

He's going to call it that.

Yan Wugui silently agreed, hugging him tighter and tighter.

He hadn't seen Jiang Mian for several days, but his reaction was a bit slow, until now he gradually recalled the ups and downs of emotions before, it was almost uncontrollable.

The moment he saw Jiang Mian's snow-white hair, his heart really tightened. Fortunately...

Yan Wugui closed his eyes, and stared at Jiang Mian for a moment. The familiar touch of his fingertips made him dazzled, and he actually kissed Jiang Mian's forehead in front of everyone.

Jiang Mian also raised her head obediently, and softened her body to let him manipulate her.

And Immortal Zizai was still pondering Jiang Mian's response, nodded slowly, and was about to think about asking a question again, when he saw the two monsters start to stick together in broad daylight... What's going on?

"Senior Jiang! Senior Jiang!"

On such an occasion, the only one who dared to speak out was Luo Yifan.

He really couldn't care less, hurriedly flew up to the high platform, bowed his hands apologetically to Immortal Zun Zizai, and said with a pale face, "Senior Jiang, Your Majesty, Ji Yuheng is gone!"

Um?Really let the protagonist Gong take advantage of it and run away?

Jiang Mian was not surprised: "When did he disappear?"

"Just now, when you threw the Xuanhuang Pagoda into the Abyss of Wangyou... I went after it, but I didn't catch up. Sorry, Senior Jiang, I don't know what Ji Yuheng wants to do." Luo Yifan sipped his lips after finishing speaking. He pursed his lips, looking quite depressed.

"Mianmian, I have a way to find him." Yan Wugui suddenly said via voice transmission.

Jiang Mian paused, looked at Yan Wugui calmly, and suddenly poked his head out to look at Immortal Zizai: "Speaking of which, do you also want to participate in our bond formation ceremony?"

"That's right." Immortal Zizai replied blankly.

Hearing this, Jiang Mian stood up, squinted her eyes and said, "If you do anything for Ji Yuheng, my wedding hijab will be covered with your blood..."

"Okay Mianmian." Yan Wugui hurriedly pushed him back into his arms.

"Humph."

Immortal Venerable Zizai responded slowly at this moment, even more at a loss.

He has always had a gentle personality and is kind to others. He only wants to be free when he cultivates immortals, and he hardly does anything when he participates in a potential dragon meeting.As a result, not only was his lover's life threatened several times, but now he couldn't even save his own life?

However, Jiang Mian seemed restrained, but she still bent her eyes and glanced at him before turning her head to talk to Luo Yifan.

Immortal Venerable Zizai was inexplicably terrified, and it was hard to feel this way again at his age.He couldn't help feeling that Yan Daoyou was no longer the most dangerous person in his eyes... This beautiful little friend in his arms was the truly terrifying character.

Is the so-called variable such an unpredictable existence?

I hope the ceremony of forming a bond will come sooner, so that the oath of heaven will lock them up.Zizai Xianzun thought silently.

For the peace of the cultivation world, he will definitely offer his blessings sincerely.