World of Cultivation

Chapter 1

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"Uncle Master, this disciple is very short of a natal spirit sword these days."

"... When the disciple finds the materials, I hope that the master and uncle can help the disciple refine one or two."

Baitang looked down at the looming sword glow emanating from Mohuang Mountain, and slowly stretched out his hand.

In Mohuang Mountain, a group of monks were fighting each other for this newly born fairy sword. Because the inside of this fairy sword has been damaged, its actual grade is only better than that of a high-rank spiritual weapon, and even some functions are not as powerful as a high-rank spiritual weapon. Therefore, none of the monks who came to compete for the fairy sword was a high-rank monk. . But for low-level monks, it is a rare weapon.

Suddenly, the cultivator who had just got the fairy sword had no time to escape, and found that the fairy sword broke free from his hand and flew towards the sky. He was shocked and tried to grab the fairy sword back. However, there were monks around who reacted faster than him, chasing after the direction where the fairy sword flew away.

Baitang's fingers moved slightly, and the feet of the monks who came up with the flying spiritual weapons trembled, and they hurriedly controlled their minds to stabilize the spiritual weapons below them. With this pause, the flying sword disappeared.

Baitang lightly grasped the fairy sword that was obediently placed in her arms, as expected, there was no trace of fairy energy on it, and its spirituality was much worse than the few spiritual swords she kept in her ring. However, the material is acceptable, and after refining, it should be able to create a good natal spirit sword by incorporating other materials. "You are the one."

At this time, a bright light suddenly appeared in the dark night sky, and it became more and more intense, and there was a faint sound of thunder during the period. Someone is crossing the catastrophe.

Baitang is not interested in whether the person who crosses the catastrophe succeeds, and is about to leave with the fairy sword. However, as a thunderstorm fell in the distance, the fairy weapon in his hand seemed to be pulled by something, and began to shake violently, trying to get rid of her shackles. Baitang's expression turned cold, but the next moment, he was led by this fairy weapon and rushed straight to the clouds deep in the thunder calamity.

In an instant, countless thunderbolts entangled each person with a sword, Baitang raised his eyes and glanced at the sky, there was a hole in it, and then, a black hole that looked very ominous rolled towards her at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye come over. Baitang let go of his hand almost immediately, but it was too late, and within a breath, he was swallowed by the black hole that swung in front of him.

Until the moment the black hole disappeared, the monks who were still looking for the trace of the fairy sword did not know that this famous cultivation genius of Taoism and the peak master of Qingyun sect, one of the three major sects, had come here, and after getting the fairy sword Being swallowed by a black hole and dying.

At that time, Bai Tang, who was supposed to be dead, opened his eyes in another time and space with a sullen expression.

During the hundred years of traveling to the realm of comprehension, she never thought that one day she would die in this way. It's just a broken sword that no high-ranking monks are fighting for, and she hangs up so aggrievedly.

Baitang couldn't stop "vomiting blood" in her heart, and her death might become the biggest joke in the monastic world in recent years. If that person were to find out again and blame Qing Yunzong for this, the gossip in the cultivating world would spread that she died more unjustly, or that the demon king who admired Master's rebellion would be more angry and become a beauty again.

But shouldn't she be dead? Bai Tang remembered clearly that her body was destroyed the moment she entered the black hole, and there was nothing left. But now, she could see a pair of extremely strange handlebars.

Before she could figure out the situation in front of her, she stepped on the ground, and the bicycle in her hand lay on the ground uncontrollably.

When Baitang saw it, he threw out a formula, but fell to the ground with the car.

Falling to the ground, Baitang subconsciously moved his fingers again, but he couldn't mobilize any spiritual power in his body, and felt pain from his palm that he hadn't experienced for a long time.

In this situation... Could it be that after she lost consciousness, she escaped from the black hole by chance, and then found the easiest mortal to seize her home and be reborn

Bai Tang swept over himself, and he was wearing a set of blue and white loose clothes and pants.

The clothes are so ugly, Bai Tang complained silently and got up, a layer of skin was torn on the palm of his hand, and a little blood was rubbed out. The body of a mortal is so fragile, eh.

Then, after Baitang picked up the bicycle that fell down with her, he finally realized where the sense of disobedience from just now came from. The style of clothes in front of her and the bicycle in her hand are absolutely impossible to appear in any country or village on the Tianyuan Continent, but it is very close to the modern times before she traveled.

"Baitang, why are you still here? Come with me, Bai Nan is going to have an accident!" A girl with twin ponytails ran over from the corner in front, and without waiting for Baitang to speak, she grabbed her by the arm and went towards her. run ahead.

With the arm being grabbed, Baitang resisted the movement of trying to avoid the other party's touch, but the pace of walking out was still a beat slower. The girl noticed, looked back at her, stamped her foot and urged: "Don't worry about that car, it won't be stolen here. But Bai Nan, if you don't go there, something will happen."

The same name, but there is some fate. Baitang looked at the anxious girl next to her with somewhat obscure eyes, and a name popped out of his mind inexplicably—Zhou Xiaotong. She didn't rashly use this name to test the other party, but asked cautiously: "What happened to Bai Nan?"

"I don't know either. Before he came to you, he was about to fight with those boys who surrounded him."

Bai Tang didn't speak again, from the few words the little girl said, she was sure that Bai Nan had a blood relationship with her current body.

Bai Nan...

Once, she had a younger brother named Bai Nan.

Soon, the two of them ran to the back of a low house. A pile of tall straw was piled up on both sides of the house, which just covered the boys who were fighting inside.

Seeing the scene of the fight, the girl covered her mouth with her hand, then let go and asked in a low voice: "Bai Tang, Bai Nan really got into a fight with them, what should I do?"

Baitang's eyes were locked on one of the boys who had been kicked in the leg, and his originally careless eyes gradually showed a look of suspicion and disbelief intertwined. The other party has a face that is exactly the same as in the depths of memory, but it looks relatively green.

It should be... Impossible.

Baitang suddenly thought of another possibility, and calmly switched her standing posture to a defensive posture that could be used both offensively and defensively, even though there was really no spiritual power in this body that could be mobilized for her to drive.

"Baitang, you should pay attention." Seeing that she was unmoved, the girl grabbed her sleeve and shook it up and down. "You can't just stand by and watch Bai Nan being beaten, no matter what, it's your brother, you—" The following words came to an abrupt end because of Bai Tang walking out.

As soon as Baitang walked in, the fighting group noticed her, and the movements of their hands paused. Some of the eyes that looked at her felt that she was inexplicable, some were not kind, and some were looking for a good show.

Bai Tang didn't care about the three of them, just looked at Bai Nan quietly, "Go home, Bai Nan."

If this is an illusion, then only by taking the initiative can there be a chance of survival.

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