Under the night sky, two figures were walking forward one after another, carrying a black cloth bag.

"arrive!"

Bang!

The two stopped and threw the black cloth bag on the ground casually, making a heavy sound.

The two wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and the man in front looked at the black cloth bag with a look of bad luck: "It's so bad luck, this kid died while we were on night."

The other person also looked unhappy: "I really don't know how this kid entered my local Ling Sect. He always looked sick."

"But don't say that although this kid always looks like he's going to die, he's pretty strong."

"Anyway, he's dead now, so he doesn't have to suffer."

The man in front looked up at the desolation around him and the ragged black cloth on the ground, feeling a little panicked.

"Let's go."

The two of them left quickly with a hurried look, as if they didn't want to stay here at all.

The black cloth bag on the ground was lying quietly without any sound.

Just as the two of them left, the space above the black bag rippled slightly, and a black shadow slowly emerged.

The black shadow stared at the black cloth bag below, and a low voice rang out: "I have waited for it after all."

The black robe slid off the black shadow, revealing the true appearance of the person.

Sword-browed and white bearded, this is an old man. It can be seen that the old man was extremely handsome when he was young, and his body unconsciously exuded a noble aura, which was incompatible with the surrounding environment. It was just that the old man's weakness and the feeling of being old, which made people feel that he had not had enough time.

The old man gently stroked his right hand, and the black cloth bag separated, and a young but extremely sallow face appeared.

He stared at the young face, and his pupils reflected what ordinary people could not see, which was the dissipation of the young man who had just died.

"The soul dissipates, and the time is just right."

After the words came to an end, the old man let out a breath and slowly formed seals with his hands.

What was shocking was that a trace of blue smoke emerged from the old man's body, and his body continued to dissipate. Finally, his body was completely transparent. The moonlight sprinkled down and passed through his body directly. The already weak aura on his body was even weaker.

Then his body flashed and he actually crawled into the young man's forehead.

Just as the old man's body disappeared, a white light flashed through the sky, and the figure that disappeared immediately entered the young man's forehead.

......

In the darkness, the old man held his hands behind his back and quietly watched the faint light in front of him gradually dissipated. He was waiting until the young man's soul completely dissipated.

Buzz!

A white light suddenly flashed in the darkness behind the old man.

The old man turned around with a frown and said in a deep voice: "I wonder which fellow Taoist is it?"

“Where is this?”

A doubtful voice came from the white light, and as the white light gradually dissipated, an illusory figure like the old man slowly emerged.

This illusory figure looked over twenties, with a slightly confused look on her angular face.

The next moment, the confusion on the man's face disappeared, and his sharp eyes looked at the old man who was looking at him.

"Who are you? Where is this?"

Looking at the old man's illusory body, the man was shocked. At the same time, he also found that his body was also illusory. While he was shocked, he stared at the old man opposite him tightly. The old man frowned and looked at the man with confusion on his face.

"The soul is so weak, why can it still condense but not dissipate after leaving the body?"

His vicious eyes could see at first glance that the young man's soul was pitiful, and it was only the soul strength of a cultivator in the ordinary realm.

His eyes were slightly cold, and the old man looked at the man's vigilant eyes: "Who are you? How could you show up here?"

The man looked very calm in the face of all the strangers around him: "My name is Yang Qilin, where is this?"

While the two of them were talking, the light not far away gradually dissipated to a trace of it, and it would disappear completely at this speed.

The old man raised his right hand slightly and looked at Yang Qi coldly: "I don't know how you got here with your strength, but what I like is not something you can touch."

He slowly clenched his right hand, and he wanted to kill this soul that was like an ant in his eyes.

Without any warning, Yang Qilin's whole body froze, and a terrifying force that he could not bear surrounded his whole body and squeezed his body. He was extremely shocked and could not understand what was going on, which completely exceeded his cognition.

At this time, he had no flesh and blood or bones, but he seemed to hear the sound of his bones breaking. He stared at the old man's cold and ruthless gaze. The old man did not waver at all, and his right hand was about to be completely clenched.

Buzz!

Just when Yang Qilin thought he would die, and when the old man thought so, a white light suddenly burst out on Yang Qilin's body.

A jade plate slowly appeared in front of Yang Qilin's ulterior motive, which looked like an exquisite antique porcelain bowl. The jade bowl was only the size of a fist, but the moment it appeared, it dispelled the powerful force on Yang Qilin, giving him a chance to breathe.

The old man's indifferent face changed at this moment, and he looked at the jade bowl with some surprise and doubt: "Is it an immortal weapon?"

The old man finally knew why Yang Qilin was so weak, but he could keep his soul from dissipating after his soul left his body.

"Even an immortal weapon, you can't control a single bit with your strength!"

The old man snorted coldly, still without any idea of ​​letting go of Yang Qilin.

Even though he was extremely weak at this time, even if his strength was not enough, he was fully confident of killing Yang Qilin with an immortal weapon to protect his body.

The brilliance shone in the pupils, and a powerful pressure emanated from the old man.

Yang Qilin looked aggrieved. The old man was like a god he had heard of when he was a child and could destroy the enemy with a wave of his hand. His skills were completely unsatisfactory under the old man. He had always believed that seeking others was better than seeking others than asking for himself, and at this time he could only turn his eyes on the jade bowl.

The old man looked at Yang Qilin disdainfully: "The activation of the immortal weapon requires extremely huge energy, thanks to you..."

Buzz!

The next moment, Yuwan turned over and faced the old man with the mouth of the bowl. A strange force suddenly spread out from the mouth of the bowl, covering the old man.

"What's this......"

The old man could no longer calm down. Before he finished speaking, his body shrank quickly, and in the end he was only a smaller figure the size of a fist was left, quickly heading towards the mouth of the bowl, and then disappeared directly, as if he was swallowed by a jade bowl.

Yang Qilin looked at the scene in amazement, his head was covered in dust and he couldn't react at all. At this moment, the soul light that represented the dead young man also completely disappeared.

Buzz!

The jade bowl was slightly shaken, and Yang Qilin suddenly hugged his head, causing a split headache. Countless things were poured into his head, as if he wanted to burst his head.

Finally, the pain reached its limit, and his eyes went dark and he completely fainted.

......

In the desolate land, the black cloth pocket that had been opened was completely torn open, and the originally dead young man suddenly straightened his body.

A zombie fraud!

If others see this scene, it may scare people very much.

"hiss!"

The young man's sallow face was filled with pain, and he pressed his forehead with both hands in pain.

"Yang Qi...Di Ling Sect...Nan Xuan Domain!"

The young man kept muttering something, and it took him a long time to stop slowly.

He put his hands down, slowly raised his head, and his eyes flashed.

"Does God think that my last life was not exciting enough, and he actually sent me to such a magical place!"

Pictures kept flashing in my mind, which was his past.

Yang Qilin, one of the strongest mercenaries on the earth, lives a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife every day.

He only pursues two things, money and excitement.

His opponents on earth are the world's top peers, including many powerful special forces, killers, and warriors. Every mission is a life-and-death life, and every day lives on the tip of a knife. No job can make Yang Qilin feel more exciting than a mercenary.

In terms of money, the reward for each task is generous enough to make ordinary people crazy.

But this has become a thing of the past, because Yang Qilin is no longer on Earth.

He is in the Nanxuan Realm, Xuanhuang Realm, Nanxuan Realm.

"The Xuanhuang World, the magical world!"

Yang Qilin was immersed in the memories left by the dead "Yang Qi" and was shocked in his heart.

In his previous life, he was an absolute atheist. He did not believe in demons and ghosts, nor did he believe in any ghost legends, but now he is shaken.

The Xuanhuang World, what we pursue here is the path of immortality! This is a world of...the cultivators!

There are many sects here, and countless strong people are. Yang Qi is a disciple of the sect whose name is Di Ling Sect in the Nanxuan Domain.

There are nine levels of ordinary realm, nine levels of ordinary mortality, nine levels of purple palace, nine levels of Yuanshen, seventy-two levels of earth evil, thirty-six levels of Tiangang, etc., and there are also legendary immortals.

It is not uncommon to fly and hide here. The strong people here can move mountains and fill the seas with their hands. What makes Yang Qilin even more excited is that there are no rules here, killing people is not illegal, and robbing is natural. As long as the fist is big enough, everything is right.

He likes this world!

"Is that the old man just now the cultivator?"

Yang Qilin was suddenly shocked. If it weren't for the help of the jade bowl, he would have really died. Thinking of this, he touched his forehead and could feel that the jade bowl was here.

"Thank you..."

He murmured.

He moved his mouth slightly, and he touched his teeth with his hands. A little bit of yellow particles appeared on his fingers. He frowned slightly, and he could not be familiar with the smell of this thing.

His eyes changed slightly, and he stood up and his heart was surging. His powerful heart, which had been facing life and death for many years, and his terrifying adaptability, quickly accepted everything he had now.

"Yang Qilin is dead, now I am Yang Qi!"

This life was beyond his imagination.

In this life, he will create a life that is even more exciting than in the previous life!
Chapter completed!