Unlimited Adaptation

Six people were sitting casually in the pavilion by the lake, with the mist of fragrant tea in front of them curling up on faces with different expressions but the same emotion.

Their separation does not depend on the length of time. A few years is really nothing to a monk.

The reason why I am so emotional is that this encounter spans "life and death".

Before this, everyone thought that Yan Xing was dead and died in the terrifying wave of fog. This was the most reasonable inference based on the original sinister scene.

Because of the resurrection from the dead in the "Abyss of Ashes", Wang Baoer is probably the only one in the entire Feixian Cave who has doubts about Yan Xing's life and death.

"Hey, Brother Yan, I'm sorry. When this thing is over, I will return to the material world immediately and dig your grave!"

"I thought that the next time we met would be in another world, but I didn't expect that the prophecy came true. It's just that the underworld has become the virtual world, hahaha..."

Raymond had a silly smile on his face, and the huge surprise made his smile never stop. On every festive occasion, he would offer incense and burn paper to Yan Xing. When he was feeling aggrieved and unhappy, he would go to the tomb to talk to him and then get drunk.

Now that he thought about it, he felt a little reluctant to dig Yan Xing's grave.

"Thank you so much."

Yan Xing's brows trembled slightly, and he couldn't laugh or cry. Fortunately, he didn't know what Raymond was really thinking, otherwise he would have given him a big blow.

"Junior Brother Yan, I guessed that I might meet you on the Wuji Ladder, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." Tianlai Novel Network

Wang Baoer's expression was complicated. Her previous invitation text message had not received a response. She thought something had happened to Yan Xing. Now it seemed that she was overthinking it. She just didn't want to go to Huntian Ancient City.

"Oh, it's just a coincidence, I just came to join in the fun."

He has no fixed abode, and his temporary goal in the virtual world is to obtain the license to use "Superdimensional Transmission of Life Forms". Without Lenka mentioning it, he would not know about the "Wuji Ladder" at all.

Are you really just here to join in the fun?

Wang Baoer was speechless. It seemed that she suddenly saw the scene of Yan Xing in the negative world destroying the world and killing everyone. This kind of monster will become the focus no matter where it is.

"Brother Yan, how did you survive the wave of mist? Where are you now? When can you return to Feixiandongtian?"

"Yin" blinked his big sky-blue eyes, turned into a curious baby, and asked three questions straight into his soul.

Wang Baoer's expression tightened when she heard this. It was hard for her to ask about this kind of thing. If it was the "cause", it would be fine. After all, "children's words are unbridled".

Besides, the relationship between Yan Xing and Quinn is not simple. She saw the two of them sweating profusely in the same room that night...

"Why, where is your sister? She's hiding and sleeping again in broad daylight? She doesn't come out to meet old friends. It's so rude..."

Yan Xing didn't want to answer, and everyone stopped asking questions and started chatting about trivial things around them.

"By the way, are these the only people who came to Feixian Cave? I didn't see many familiar figures in the Flying Dragon and Phoenix List."

Yan Xing asked doubtfully, turning the tea cup in his hand. Based on his visual inspection in the hall just now, almost half of the disciples in the two lists have changed. In just a few years, it is logically impossible for such a big change to occur unless something happens. The casualties affected half of the list.

"snort!!"

Click——

A look of anger flashed across Xian Tong's face, and in his excitement, the escaping breath directly shattered the tea cup.

"Brother Yan, it's a good thing you didn't mention them. When I talk about those guys, the anger in my heart becomes uncontrollable."

"oh?"

Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed something was wrong with a few people. As soon as his thoughts changed, he immediately guessed something.

"They all defected!"

"I am willing to become a dog in the Holy Land, wagging its tail and begging for mercy, abandoning the kindness of Feixian Cave, and becoming a traitor despised by the world!"

Xian Tong's anger erupted, and the expressions of the other people were also very ugly. Half of the true disciples on the Feilong Jinghuang Double Ranking had surrendered to the enemy. This was indeed an unimaginable huge blow to Feixian Dongtian.

It is not aimed at the strength and foundation, but the blasphemy of faith and the destruction of self-confidence and honor.

"It's a holy land after all, so you can look up to some white-eyed wolves? Or are you deliberately insulting Feixian Cave Heaven?"

If you can defect to the Feixian, you will naturally defect to the Holy Land in the future. There is no shortage of favored people for the overlord forces, so they should not become a shelter for garbage.

"No, Junior Brother Yan, you made a mistake this time."

Wang Baoer stood up slowly, walked to the window, looked at the fish chasing each other in the lake, and said in a faint tone: "Those holy places, those of us who survived the waves of mist, call them 'Sons of Yingjie'" 』!

"In one realm, the destiny of infinitely intelligent creatures will automatically converge on those geniuses when the world is destroyed, in order to give birth to a savior and turn the tide."

"This is the subconscious means of self-rescue for all living beings, and it is also the only bargaining chip for those weak and helpless mortal beings. Unfortunately, the wave of fog comes too fast and too fierce, so what if the luck is like a dragon or a sky? There is no such thing. Give time for the savior to be born.”

"The realm of the Fallen Immortal has been destroyed, but the luck from all living beings is still there, and it is distributed in many geniuses in an orderly manner. The higher the talent and talent, the more luck is distributed. In an instant, all the genius disciples of our Feixian Cave have become In order to get the good stuff, all the forces offered conditions to tempt the disciples to change their families."

Is that so?

When Yan Xing heard this, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his face looked a little weird. He thought about the profit-sharing mechanism of luck, his infinitely high "talent and talent", plus the smooth sailing along the way...

"There are eight buckets of luck in the realm of the Fallen Immortal. I, Yan Xing, only have one stone, and the rest owe a total of two buckets?" 』

Bang!

"Evil Saint Cheng, this shameless person, was the first to rebel and join the [Cangtian Frontier Holy Land]. This set a precedent. The other disciples seemed to have lost their sense of shame. Under the inducement, they defected one after another. The two true disciples on the list almost overnight Half of it disappeared."

Raymond slapped the table and stood up with an angry look on his face, hating the evil saint to the core.

Evil Saint Cheng, a corpse-like figure appeared in Yan Xing's mind. He knew that this guy jumped out to intercept and kill him for the Lin family's ancestral land on the Lichen Star, and was finally blasted to death by Wang Baoer's super electromagnetic cannon. Bloody foam.

People's hearts are complex and unpredictable. Some people's hearts are connected to their families, and their blood ties are unbreakable, such as Wang Baoer, Lei Meng, Xian Tong and others. Their tribe lives in the cave world. If they really want to defect, they have to consider the consequences in advance.

On the contrary, there are also ruthless and self-centered people, such as the evil saint and traitor. So what if you kill his biological father and mother? It doesn't matter to him, as long as he can gain strength and advance to a higher level, it's no problem for him to kill his relatives himself.

Good and evil exist forever between heaven and earth. Is the complex side of human beings a shortcoming, or is it also one of the key factors for civilization to survive and become stronger and stronger?

On the scale of civilization, doing whatever it takes is indeed one of the advantages.

Yan Xing will not comment, criticize, or praise these things. It has nothing to do with him. It is enough to be himself.

This topic was unpleasant, so we didn’t go into too much depth and turned to other topics until nightfall.

"Yin" yawned, his eyes suddenly opened as if they were not squinting, and the sky blue pupils receded and were replaced by a deep scarlet.

"Yan Xing, come to my room later."

In the dead of night, a man and a woman were alone in the same room. Everyone present couldn't help but have wild imaginations and were dumbfounded after hearing this.

Everyone said that "Kui" was a little lunatic, but he didn't expect that he would be so direct in this matter and would not shy away from others.

"Kui...it's not too late at night, isn't it?"

Yan Xing took a sip of tea, looked at the red and black eyes, and understood what "Kui" meant. He was asked to help remove the poison again, but couldn't he change the time?

"What happened at night? Wasn't it the same before..."

"Okay, okay! Stop talking, I'll follow you later."

Yan Xing was speechless. Looking at the meaningful glances around him, he quickly waved his hand to stop "Kui" from continuing. It was getting darker and darker.

The Eye of Killing consumes the resentment of all kinds of dead things to strengthen itself. The most terrifying hidden danger is the impact of "consciousness fragments" on personality. This kind of thing exists in the consciousness.

Therefore, in the virtual world, Yan Xing can also help Kui Ain "remove the poison", but the method is replaced by related magical powers such as consciousness transformation, and the effect is the same.

"Junior Brother Yan, on the [Wuji Ladder] in three days, I hope you can..."

“Go all out!!”

Wang Baoer frowned, glanced at "Kui", left a word and then left.

Only she knew that Yan Xing's strength was unmatched by all their true disciples bundled together, and only this kind of monster could give Feixian another hope.

Several people were very sensible and left one after another. In the blink of an eye, there were only two people left in the pavilion.

"Yan Xing, let's start quickly!"

Yan Xing shook his head helplessly. Every time he saw Quinn, he would think of the wanted notice posted in Yingchou Stream. The little girl standing alone in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood was only five or six years old...

For this reason, he always couldn't bear to reject this little madman.