'What a strange place.'

Wang Jixuan roughly checked the memory of this body, feeling somewhat confused.

What kind of weird little world has he gotten into?

There are no rumors of immortals here, let alone traces of cultivation. The human race is called human beings living on this blue star. Currently, human beings are in a difficult situation of surviving after the catastrophe.

Cataclysm?Blade Beast?

What is this, the demon world is coming here?

Wang Jixuan's remnant soul is being combined with this body.

To be precise, this young man named Mu Liang ended his life by hanging himself a moment ago. The remnant soul of Wang Jixuan came here and is gradually taking over this body.

Seize the house?

No, no, no, that's what demons do.

Wang Jixuan prefers to say that his current situation is...

newborn!

Infinite Heavenly Lord.

'Why can't I be poor despite the calamity of heaven?'

Wang Jixuan wanted to laugh loudly, but unfortunately he didn't feel the existence of his body yet.

While he was thankful that he had narrowly escaped death, he couldn't help but look back on his long and short life.

Wang Jixuan felt like a joke.

He is known as a once-in-a-million-year genius in the spiritual world, and he has been working hard to realize his spiritual talent in his previous life.

He lived a total of one hundred and twenty-six years, of which one hundred and twenty years were spent practicing hard in the mountains.

He did not show up when his parents passed away. He only asked his fellow disciples to send a sum of worldly gold and silver to his brothers and sisters at home;

When the master died in the battle to besiege the demon cultivator, he was trying to retreat. Before he could avenge the master, the demonic old monster was killed by the righteous monks.

In order to devote himself to cultivation, Wang Jixuan rejected the invitations of Junior Sister Lingdong and Senior Sister Rounu to become Taoists;

In order to strengthen his heart towards the Tao, Wang Jixuan did not enjoy the blessings of Mahayana masters who had dominated the lower realms for three thousand years. After he reached the state of Mahayana perfection, he resolutely challenged the catastrophe of becoming an immortal with less than a 10% chance of winning.

Then... he was struck to death by lightning.

Wang Jixuan originally thought that his soul would be scattered. After a hundred years of hard work, the final result would be nothing but ashes. Unexpectedly, there would be a twist. A wisp of his soul was floating in the darkness. For some reason, it appeared here and occupied this young man.

body.

Wang Jixuan was filled with emotion:

'well!'

'If I could have Pindao do it all over again, Pindao must go out of his year-round retreat and see more of the colors of heaven and earth.'

Of course it's pretty good now.

No need for 'if', he is already going to live.

In this life, you should fight for immortality bravely and brave the heavenly tribulation again!

He must go to the legendary fairyland to see it!

suddenly;

The suffocating feeling of the rope around the neck appears;

Wang Jixuan felt dizzy, with stars in his eyes, and he couldn't lift any strength. His instinct drove him to start struggling, but the strength of his struggle was too weak.

Something's wrong!

Something is very wrong!

He seizes the body, bah, he is reborn in a young man who has just been hanged! If he cannot get rid of the current predicament, he will be hanged soon!

In fact, this remnant of his soul has merged with his body.

If he really dies here, he will not even have a chance to escape!

This, what should we do?

The feeling of suffocation and strong dizziness surged repeatedly, Wang Jixuan's soul emerged, his face turned red again, and the blood flow in his body became more and more rapid. Unfathomable spells, talismans, and formations flashed through his mind, but at this moment,

Half of it is useless!

Although Wang Jixuan seldom fought with others in his spiritual practice, he was still quite good at all kinds of magic. On the verge of death, he quickly regained his wits. He used his last strength to pull on the rope cut and kneaded from the sheet, and chanted through gritted teeth:

"The sky is round and the place is...Nine Chapters of Laws and Orders...Lihuo Ningguang..."

call!

Two small flames sprouted from his palms.

Wang Jixuan held his breath, fearing that he would extinguish the two flames.

The flame on the right lasted for two breaths and then went out on its own.

The cloth rope on the left side began to burn, and the fingers of this body were burned!

His neck suddenly relaxed, his feet fell to the ground first, and then he lay down weakly, falling unconscious.

Wang Jixuan squeezed his eyes hard and breathed in the somewhat turbid air. His ears were constantly buzzing and his heart was beating fast and slow.

The pain radiating from every part of his new body could not ruin his good mood.

Alive.

Although very embarrassed.

Wang Jixuan was thankful but also a little suspicious.

Even if his remnant soul doesn't have much spiritual power, how could he only have two candlelights when he casts the simplest Lihuo spell?

When he was a little Taoist boy, he used the Lihuo spell for the first time, and he successfully summoned two bowl-sized flames...

Wang Jixuan cast a calming technique to quickly regain his composure, at the cost of amplifying the pain in his body several times.

The first thing he has to do is check his surroundings.

This remnant soul was too weak to release spiritual consciousness, and it lay paralyzed on the ground for a while before it could barely sense the existence of spiritual energy.

The amount of spiritual energy in the air is very small, only about one-tenth of the ordinary place in the world where Wang Jixuan originally lived.

'Not only are the people's costumes and buildings strange in this small world, but the world itself is not very suitable for practice.'

Wang Jixuan sighed secretly.

It’s good to be alive;

Besides, although there is little spiritual energy in the air, it is not completely incapable of practice. He has memories of the spiritual practice from the Four Stages of Foundation Establishment to the Mahayana Stage. He only needs to collect more spiritual stones or treasure materials that contain more spiritual energy, and he will naturally be able to practice.

Move forward step by step and face the catastrophe again!

The failure to overcome the tribulation this time also forced Wang Jixuan to reflect on himself.

Was his Dao foundation in his previous life not solid enough?

Is your understanding of Tao not deep enough?

I'm afraid only a real god can give him the answer.

Now that I have been reborn and reincarnated, I will naturally work harder than in the last life, forge a more perfect Tao foundation, and understand the deeper Tao and Dharma.

He must step into the realm of immortals and go to the so-called fairy world to see how it is different from the mortal world!

'It's time to look at the memory of this body.'

'The words they spoke and the words they used seemed to be not much different from the words and words in the world where Pindao lived in his previous life.'

'Mu Liang? From now on I will live for you and help you take care of your family... That's right, you don't have any family...'

Wang Jixuan kept chanting in his heart, and the pain in various parts of his body had eased a lot.

He was still lying on the ground without moving, his frown gradually relaxed, and he chanted the Qingxin Mantra repeatedly in his heart.

The Purifying Mantra is a mantra used to bring oneself into concentration as soon as possible. It also has the effect of clearing one's head and eyesight and increasing memory.

Wang Jixuan did not see it at this moment. As he recited the incantation in his mind, a very weak dust light appeared in the surrounding air and converged towards his head.

Slowly, the body's originally vague childhood memories became clear and coherent.

Wang Jixuan thought for a while and chose to start observing this body from its infancy. Through the memory of this young man named Mu Liang who learned to speak and read at an early age, he quickly mastered the language and writing in this world.

'The words are similar to Pindao's original world, and the words have the same origin as Pindao's original world. They are words that evolved from simple paintings, so it is not difficult to understand.'

Wang Jixuan smiled a little, greedily learned the many novel words here, and fully understood their meaning.

This world that seemed very strange to him was about to reveal the tip of the iceberg to him...

Bang!

The locked iron door was directly opened with a breaking hammer.
To be continued...