After Shizun failed to deliver water [Transmigration Book]

Qi Wuyou felt that he was in a state of chaos, and he fell into thinking about the electronic sound——

What is the famous scene?What is the ending and the spree?

Why can't he feel his body lightly now?dead or...

The densely packed people below seemed to have heard the great news, and rushed in the same direction with joy.

Qi Wuyou's vision is quite free, as if looking down on the world from an omniscient perspective, as long as he wants, he can go anywhere.

With the mentality of exploring, he followed the group of people who were scattered in a long line below. Before leaving, he glanced at the two people who stayed on the huge stone platform.

A man and a woman, the man is dressed in black, looks rather stern, the woman is also a cold beauty with a unique temperament, the two seem to be a good match, if the man does not hold a corpse in his arms.

Qi Wuyou vaguely remembered that he knew the two corpses on the stone platform, especially that corpse.

But after pondering for a long time, he couldn't figure out why, so he left these three people behind and followed the group of people who left in a mighty way to a town in the clouds.

The town is located on a towering mountain peak, starting from the foot of the mountain, the mountain road spirals up the mountain, and reaches the temple on the top of the mountain, where a haggard old man is waiting in a wheelchair.

A group of people landed on the mountain peak like dumplings, you look at me and I look at you, one of them looked around with a shrewd face, the more people came out, he came forward and said something.

The people around seemed to agree, nodding in agreement one after another.

There was only a man in fine clothes in the field, and the expressionless man standing beside him didn't respond much.

The old man in the wheelchair coughed a few times, moved his lips tremblingly, and suddenly covered his chest and fell to the ground. A group of people surrounded him in panic, but he blocked him.

Standing on the side of the wheelchair, the person in the apricot-yellow robe fed a few pills into the old man's mouth and helped him up.

Qi Wuyou seemed to be watching a silent drama, he couldn't hear what the old man said, he could only observe that the expressions of the people around him changed from serious to shocked, and then became more intense.

Qi Wuyou could see it but couldn't remember it, it was difficult to logically connect the images in front of him, so everything became a film running through his eyes.

This silent drama lasted for an unknown amount of time, and all the hopes of the people on the top of the mountain were dashed, leaving only the teased resentment and numbness on their faces.

Some one in the crowd raised his finger to the old man, and everyone gathered around him. This time, he was not stopped, because the old man in the wheelchair was clutching his chest and hadn't moved for a long time.

The sun and the moon rotate, bright and dim in sight, the first thing to be destroyed is the mountain road, and then the ridge cracks, and the town streets standing on the top of the mountain are torn into huge gaps, some people fall, some people flee, and finally everything is covered by agitated dust .

Under the smoke and dust, the crowd exploded in all directions like sparks from fireworks.

Qi Wuyou didn't know who to follow, and with the effort of thinking, the person in front of him disappeared.

Undecided, he simply wandered aimlessly among the mountains and rivers.

He picked a direction with good scenery and headed east all the way.

The fairy mist below is misty, and the forest is green.

Crossing the mountains and waterfalls, sometimes you can see a certain mountain or valley gathering many people with law enforcement weapons, and sometimes you can see the city walls stretching and people coming and going on the streets extending in all directions.

After seeing a lot, Qi Wuyou felt that everything was the same, so he simply returned to the original stone platform.

The people on the stone platform had dispersed long ago, and the strange man and woman and the corpse had disappeared.

He was in a daze near the stone platform for a long time, and he always felt that he seemed to remember something, but it was not very clear.

Thinking is very tiring for him now, so he simply gave up and waited for his consciousness to fall into nothingness.

Gradually, he began to feel sleepy and wanted to close his eyes and take a rest.

Suddenly, a white petal flew past the eyes.

Qi Wuyou cleared his mind, and looked at where the petals came from.

Like a small animal that sleeps and is buried by heavy snow, and suddenly wakes up suddenly, the stiff and congealed snow covered its body is suddenly broken away by its active body, and its head emerges from the thousands of miles of snowfield.

He traced the direction in which the petals came, and came to an island.

The island is full of flower forests, large clusters of white petals are gathered on the branches, the flowers are so blooming that Qi Wuyou "smells" an illusory fragrance.

His gaze moved forward along the path of Hualinjianmen, and a small courtyard of Linjianmen appeared not far away.

Standing outside the courtyard was a man in black, with a slim figure and an inconspicuous ancient sword on his waist.

He was very handsome, but for some reason, there were terrible wounds on his face, neck, and under the skirt of his clothes.

The blood dripped down his fingertips and fell to the ground. He didn't seem to feel anything. His expression was soft and a little tired. He had no intention of entering the courtyard. He just stood outside the courtyard and looked at the closed door, wondering What.

Two people flew from a distance and landed beside the man.

The man's eyes were round, like a deer, he turned the man's skirt with a straight face, and the man turned his head and backed away.

The little deer man blushed with anger and his neck was thick. It looked like he was scolding the man loudly, but the man glanced at the door in the courtyard from the corner of his eye.

The woman who came with him blocked the little deer man and shook his head.

The little deer man's chest heaved, he took out a few porcelain bottles from his sleeves, threw them on the ground and left angrily.

Qi Wuyou's eyes focused on those few porcelain vases, and one of them didn't pay attention, the sun set and the moon rose, and it was night.

When he looked up again, the three people in front of the door were gone.

He turned to the closed door in the courtyard, wondering: what's in the house?

When approaching the yard, Qi Wuyou inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, as if a bird that had flown thousands of miles had finally returned to its nest.

Some kind of strong attraction hooked him into the door of the room, and the table and bed in the door gave him an indescribable sense of intimacy.

There was a person lying on the bed. This person was dressed in a moon-white robe, with a white folding fan pinned to his waist. His head rested on a jade pillow. There were vertical and horizontal scars all over his face, neck and under the collar, but his His face was rosy and his expression was very calm, as if he was taking a nap.

When Qi Wuyou saw this person, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. He stared at him by the bed, his vision zoomed in and out, and circled around the bed, waiting for him to wake up.

But he slept very peacefully, with a relaxed expression on his face, and he didn't intend to wake up for a while.

I haven't woken up for so long, is it a good dream?

Qi Wuyou thought.

--Dream.

This word stabbed Qi Wuyou, like a small hole was drilled in the wall of the door of an impenetrable dark room, light came in, and on the path of the light, some things were exposed.

Qi Wuyou found a bronze mirror in the corner, and then remembered that he had met so many people and didn't know what he looked like.

He came to the bronze mirror, turned his eyes left and right,

However, the bronze mirror always reflected the opposite wall, but no one was there.

Why can't I see myself?The small animals that had crossed the snow field sniffed around, Qi Wuyou followed the beam of light shining into the door of the dark room, and found out every corner of the door bit by bit, his rigid thoughts came alive.

……correct!He seems... to be dreaming!

With this thought, a storm suddenly rolled up on the snow field, and the four walls that sealed the door of the room also collapsed!

The film in front of me was replayed at high speed. At first, there was only a slight sound of wind passing by my ears. Gradually, the sound of wind became louder and louder, forming a howling trend.

The sound of rain falling and the sound of flower buds blooming are like thunder.

Caught off the door, he was pulled towards the bed by a huge suction force, as if he had fallen from a high altitude and hit something soft with a bang, his body suddenly became heavy.

Everything seen from the omniscient perspective is rapidly dissipating, Junke Island, Xiaoyao Xianzong... all kinds of vivid memories of personal experience are replaced, and a tsunami pours into my mind.

Qi Wuyou suddenly woke up.

[Are you sure you want to cancel "Yellow Liang Dream"? 】

A floating frame appears in view.

Qi Wuyou stared blankly at the floating frame, suddenly realized that he was in a coma, and quickly said: "Sure!"

The moment the thought flashed across the door, a gleam of light came into view.

At first, the vision is blurred and cloudy, like a mirror covered with fog, and nothing can be seen clearly.

Then he smelled the fragrance of flowers and felt the fabric of the palm against his palm.

The rich spiritual energy from the door of the room poured into his spiritual veins, and the wounds on his body healed quickly. He sat up suddenly, glanced across the room, and found that he was sitting on the bed in the Hualin courtyard on Qionghua Island.

The last scene before losing consciousness kept flashing back in his mind. He stretched out his hands in front of his eyes, turned them over twice, and touched his chest, thinking belatedly: Why is he here?Was the plan successful?

Qi Wuyou lowered his head to check his clothes, he remembered that his death was miserable and horrific, his heart was almost pierced by Wan Jian, and his whole body was almost soaked in blood.

At this time, the long hair was clean, the hair crown was properly worn, the jade-colored belt and the moon-white robe were also neatly dressed, as if...someone had tidied it up for him.

When passing by the waist door, Qi Wuyou's eyes stopped, and he pulled out the flower bone fan of the waist door and unfolded it.

This fan was cut off by Luo Yunzhang on Jieke Island, and he left the broken fan there. Now the fan has been restored to its original state, without leaving even a trace of breakage.

"..."

Did Luo Yunzhang repair it for him?

The black figure standing in front of the yard flashed by, Qi Wuyou thought about it, but he didn't remember where he saw this scene.

correct.

He seemed to have heard the system prompt before, and hurriedly opened the system panel.

There is an extra "Death Escape" in the section of the famous scene, and the line of sight inadvertently glances down, and just about to look back, it suddenly looks over - the three progress bars of the ending section are almost full!

Qi Wuyou thought he had read it wrong, and unfolded the ending panel:

Death and Dao Elimination - 95%

Fairy couple - 85%

Idle Cloud Wild Crane——83%

After reading it several times and confirming that the number is correct, Qi Wuyou: "??"

When did the fairy couple soar so high without a sound?

The aura in the door of the room was abundant, and with the nourishment of the aura, the body was not corrupted. Qi Wuyou couldn't tell how long he had been "dead", let alone what happened to the door during this period.

After unlocking "Death Escape", the corpse can still be placed in Qionghuayu, which shows that his plan is likely to be completed.A death is a light body, and Bao Yi and world consciousness can no longer control him.

The plot that should go is over, and the debt that should be paid is also paid off. The family affairs here have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't have to wait long for this Xiaoyao Xianzong.

——He died in front of hundreds of families of the immortal sect. Even if he "died" for only one day, he would be considered a "deceitful corpse" in the eyes of others.

Moreover, the progress of the ending of "Fairy Couple" is abnormally high. To be on the safe side, he can't see Luo Yunzhang again. He should find a place to retire in peace and wait until the value of "Idle Clouds and Wild Cranes" is full.

Qi Wuyou pressed his own breath to build the foundation, took out a robe of a disciple of the Immortal Sect from his belt and put it on, and skillfully put a mask on his face.

He paused when he turned around, hesitated for a moment——

A broken fan is broken, and no matter how well it is repaired, it will no longer be the same as before.

Lan Fangjun is a member of Xianzong, he died in Xianzong, so let's stay here with him with his magic weapon.

——Qi Wuyou left the flower bone fan and belt that accompanied him for many years on the couch, and only left a storage bag, which contained some sundries that he had collected after passing through, and the rest only brought a saber, Push the door and leave Hualin Courtyard.

There was a layer of restriction covering the courtyard, Qi Wuyou reached out to touch it, and his fingertips went outside through the restriction.

It seems that the purpose of the ban is not to stop him.

Qi Wuyou strode through the restriction, Yu Jian flew away from Qionghua Island, and flew towards the mountain gate of Xianzong without stopping.

When he left the realm of Xianzong, he glanced back, then turned around without any hesitation, and merged into the vast and boundless world outside.

The cave of ghosts and monsters is as silent as a cemetery.

Luo Yunzhang sat on a dead tree, with the dead tree as the center, and the corpses of demon cultivators scattered all over the ghost creature.

There are many big demons in the corpses, all of them are horrific, the corpses are scattered, blood is flowing everywhere, splashing everywhere on the mountains, rocks and tree trunks, which shows the cruelty of the people who did it.

Luo Yunzhang's face had several scabs of blood, and his body was covered with scars, some with visible bones, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. He quietly wiped the blade of the Xiaoyao Sword. His handsome appearance was very much like Shura's. .

Suddenly the door in his heart moved slightly, he stopped wiping his sword, raised his cold eyes and looked in the direction of Xiaoyao Xianzong, his expression suddenly turned cold, he jumped off the dead tree, and flew towards Xianzong with his sword.