The Legend of the Extraordinaries

Chapter 1119: Sandman's trust

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Mi Xiaojing watched with interest. So far, he has not felt any threat. People at his level have a strong intuition about danger. If he does not feel threatened at this time, then there really is no threat. Threatened.

About ten minutes later, the dune reached a height of a hundred meters and gradually formed the shape of a person. Since it was made of sand, the whole image seemed specious. However, it was still possible to tell that this was a person made of sand.

Mi Xiaojing breathed a long sigh of relief. He could feel the weakness of the other party, and also the strength of the other party's origin. Almost in an instant, he was sure that this person was the owner of Yishen.

Sure enough, it is not easy for a cultivator to truly die. In the other party's realm, even a little bit of soul remaining is enough to find the possibility of living.

Sure enough, Mi Xiaojing was not disappointed.

Spiritual communication.

Mi Xiaojing asked, "Are you the master of this place?" After a pause, he said, "Thank you for giving me this opportunity!" He already understood in his heart that the evolution of the world should be a gift from the master of this place.

The most important thing is that Mi Xiaojing knows that the other party has no malicious intentions. This is very important. If the other party has malicious intentions, it will be more difficult. After all, the other party's original strength is too high.

The other party's consciousness fluctuated slightly: "Hello, foreign friend... I... am indeed the owner of this place." There was a sense of loneliness, a touch of sadness, and even a trace of nervousness in his consciousness.

Then, his consciousness fluctuated again: "Friend, can I trust you?"

Mi Xiaojing was stunned. In the world of cultivation, probably no cultivator would speak like this. Trust or distrust is decided by one's own observation. How can one ask others? Is this guy’s brain broken due to cultivation

The answer was very fast. Mi Xiaojing almost didn't think twice: "Yes! You can trust me!" Although he was doubtful about the other party asking such a question, Mi Xiaojing's nature has always been kind to others, and he got such a good reputation here. The huge benefit is that he will not be hostile to the owner of the place at all.

The man immediately relaxed a little. If he didn't answer, he couldn't tell whether Mi Xiaojing was trustworthy or not, but it could make him vigilant. But after Mi Xiaojing answered, he could tell that whenever there was a trace of words in the fluctuation of his consciousness, If he doesn't pay attention, he will immediately understand that this is his method.

Mi Xiaojing was actually very interested in him. First of all, he couldn't understand why he was like this. He couldn't figure out how he could let his body die after reaching such a high level of cultivation... All kinds of problems were beyond his comprehension.

With basic trust, communication becomes easier.

The huge sand man, which was originally a hundred meters high, began to shrink rapidly, and within a few breaths, a golden man appeared. This is a man made entirely of sand, about two meters tall. On his body, a set of robes simulated by sand appears. His body is slightly undulating, and his face is as clear as a human being, although it is still made of sand.

Mi Xiaojing also fell from the sky and stood in front of the man.

A square sand block rose from the ground, and then two round sand blocks rose up. They were all made of condensed sand. They were regarded as temporary tables and stools. Mi Xiaojing reached out and touched the table. The surface was like a mirror. Smooth, the man stretched out his hand and asked Mi Xiaojing to sit down.

Mi Xiaojing nodded and sat down and said, "My name is Mi Xiaojing. Nice to meet you!"

The man said: "Tian Jingzi, that was my previous name... Well, it's enough for you to call me senior."

Mi Xiaojing stood up and saluted: "Hello, senior."

For him, it was an honor for this person to be called senior. He knew that this person was a true ancient practitioner.

Tian Jingzi smiled. He was very satisfied with the other party's attitude. The other party's strength was not bad. Although he helped a lot, allowing him to directly advance from the basic level of Jinxian to the peak, he must have this understanding and strength, otherwise it would be given to him. Chances are, he may not be able to achieve such a big harvest.

The atmosphere has become much more peaceful, and each other is less wary. Mi Xiaojing has already seen that the other party must be asking for something, otherwise there would be so many benefits for him.

Since he has something to ask for, as long as it is within Mi Xiaojing's ability, he will never refuse. This time the benefits are great. If he didn't have this opportunity, if he wanted to cultivate to the peak of the Golden Immortal, Mi Xiaojing would have to do it. It is impossible to achieve the qualifications and abilities of the Sutra without thousands of years of experience.

Tian Jingzi said: "After this realization, do you still have any questions in your mind?"

Mi Xiaojing was slightly startled. He had never thought that Tian Jingzi would say this. He secretly admired him in his heart. You are worthy of being a senior master. Even if you ask for help from others, you will be willing to do so. He did have a lot of questions, and he originally planned to slowly understand them. Since the other party was willing to explain, he would not be stupid enough to refuse.

Since he had just finished his insights, Mi Xiaojing immediately started asking questions. He patiently raised all the doubts and questions he had left one by one.

Tian Jingzi was very patient and explained bit by bit. With such expert guidance, Mi Xiaojing was really overjoyed. Tian Jingzi left an excellent impression on him.

With the explanation, questions were answered one by one, and Mi Xiaojing's cultivation was gradually consolidated. Tian Jingzi was also secretly shocked, because Mi Xiaojing's understanding was so high, and he could understand it with a little explanation.

Tian Jingzi looked at Mi Xiaojing's sword tower and said, "This tower of yours... is it a sword tower? Hey, it's amazing. It actually smells like the Ziwei Shangqing Sword Code..."

Mi Xiaojing was shocked. His current sword pillar was formed by relying on the Ziwei Shangqing Sword Code. This sword code turned the most precious treasure of the Buddhist sect into the sword banner of the Immortal family. This was the role of this sword code.

This sword code has also become the basis of Mi Xiaojing's only weapon. Everything else has been absorbed by the sword code and has become the nourishment of the sword.

Mi Xiaojing once collected countless resources, precious, rare, basic, all kinds of resources, just energy resources, such as fairy stones and the like, there are really countless resources, most of which were absorbed by Jianban Almost all of them have disappeared except for those left behind by Mi Xiaojing.

All are absorbed by the sword pillar, which is why the sword pillar can continuously evolve. Without these resources, the sword pillar cannot evolve and grow.

Mi Xiaojing nodded and admitted: "It is indeed the Ziwei Shangqing Sword Code."

Tian Jingzi asked: "Where did you get it?"

Mi Xiaojing said: "Bai Di!"

Tian Jingzi said in surprise: "It's him... no wonder."

Mi Xiaojing asked curiously: "Senior, do you know Bai Di?"

Tian Jingzi said: "I know this person is a rising star, but I have no contact with him."

Mi Xiaojing was shocked. The meaning of this sentence was very clear. Bai Di was a junior, and he couldn't imagine what kind of old monster he was.

terrible!

Tian Jingzi continued: "What a pity, I have been trapped here for too long."

The two started chatting, and Mi Xiaojing found that Tian Jingzi was very interesting. No matter what they talked about, he seemed very positive. When one topic ended, he would start another topic, covering all aspects, such as the collapse of the fairy world, such as The rise and fall of Buddhism, etc., just don’t say what he needs.

Mi Xiaojing finally asked the question in his heart: "Senior, is there anything you need me to do?"