Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing raised his soft eyes again and glanced at the top of the mountain.

Seeing the black mist gathering thicker and thicker, even forming a dark cloud that gradually expanded, she subconsciously bit her pink lips, and finally stepped forward resolutely.

never mind.

Forbearance.

The girl shook her head, immediately slowed down her breathing rate, and headed towards the miasma forest in front of her.

Fortunately, although there is no divine power, the various turtle breath techniques learned in the small world are still effective, delaying the invasion of the miasma, and there is nothing wrong with the body for the time being.

Even this miasma forest is too big, for a while, she can't see it.

As he gradually became anxious, Xiang Xing suddenly felt an unusually familiar yellow light flashing in front of him inexplicably.

The light spot got closer, and soon, a small grass with duck-shaped flower buds and gracefully twisted branches hovered in front of her eyes.

The girl's soft eyes lit up slightly.

Isn't this, free grass?

When I was surprised, I saw that the free grass jumped into the air twice.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped and jumped on top of her head.

An indescribable sense of refreshing and refreshing rushed from the sky all over the body in an instant.

After a while, Xiang Xing was even more surprised to find that the miasma entangled around it seemed to have gradually moved away from her from this moment on.

She was more afraid of something, and actively scattered to the sides, opening up a clear and clear forest road for her.

Seeing this scene, the girl slightly pursed her lips, she couldn't help removing the tortoise breath technique and stepping forward.

"thank you."

As she walked, she raised her hand and gently stroked the duck buds that had been parasitic on the top of her head, and the corners of her lips were curved slightly.

"~~"

Little Bud seems to be very happy too, swinging duang~duang~ with her touch, so uncomfortable.

After the miasma dissipated, the true distance of the road ahead was also revealed.

After climbing for about two hours, Xiang Xing finally reached the top of Jufeng Peak.

Seeing the black mist that had reunited into a small tornado in front of her eyes, she narrowed her eyes, then pulled out the scabbard around her waist, and subconsciously hugged it in her arms.

Hei Mist seemed to be aware of her presence, and the frequency of tornadoes gradually slowed down.

In the end, it turned into strands and scattered and floated back into the black clouds in the headspace.

Xiang Xing took a closer look, and saw that the place where the tornado was originally whirled, suddenly there was a towering tree with pitch black all over, and even the leaves that seemed to be stained with ink.

Under the tree, a tall black figure leaned lazily.

He has a demon and handsome face, and his facial features are exactly the same as Si Jue, except that Si Jue is white and gentle, and he is dark and weird.

And it reveals the chilling coercion.

"Nice to meet you, Xiang Xing."

The man smiled brightly, and squinted his eyebrows casually. "It's hard for you to walk so many annoying places. Unless the deity can't act, you should personally greet you."

"..."

Xiang Xing glanced at him.

He only turned his head slightly, his delicate little face made no waves, "I have killed them before, and they are normal to me like this."

"Unexpectedly, you can still have this kind of consciousness."

The man laughed sneerly, and raised his eyebrows lightly, "It's worthy of being made by nature, I can train you to such an extent."

"But with a mere knife, you can't have this kind of cognition and awareness."

The moment of his conversation turned, and the strands of black mist hovering in the dark clouds returned to his body again, condensing.

The man smiled more and more wildly in the black mist, "Too many things in your mind will only make your blade more and more blunt, and it will also affect the speed of the master's shot."

When the words fell, Xiang Xing only felt his hands were empty.

Her scabbard was instantly transferred to the opponent's hand.

I saw him whisper for a while, and the scabbard suddenly glowed with a faint purple light.

Streaming light on the sheath surface, and three enchanting black flame patterns appeared on it.

It is the emblem of Hei Yan.

"It's worthy of being a famous sword, and it's worthy of being the body that the deity valued."

The man smiled sadly a few times, and gently stroked the smooth surface of the sheath.

After a pause, he looked at the girl not far away faintly, with thin lips outlined lightly, and shook his head slightly, "It's okay...when the deity takes control of this body, your emotions and consciousness that shouldn't exist, I It will be eliminated without leaving a trace."

"As for you... just live with those useless experimental subjects who betrayed the deity, and live forever in this worry-free valley where there will be no more exits!"

When the words fell, the man smiled and closed his eyes.

The loose hair, dancing with the wind with the black robe, ghostly and dark, like a demon with teeth and claws.

A tearing sensation that seemed to be pulling away from the soul instantly flooded Xiang Xing's body.

She pressed her white lips tightly, suppressed all the pain desperately, and stared at him firmly.

The best time has not yet arrived.

Almost, almost...

Just now.

The originally calm ground suddenly moved faintly.

Xiang Xing stared softly in surprise, and looked around a few times, only to see the surrounding flowers and vegetation, and even stone fragments of various sizes, gathered from the mountainside, even from the foot of the mountain to the summit.

The more intense the shock, even the man couldn't hold it, staggering several times.

"……what happened!"

He opened his eyes in surprise and whispered.

In the next second, the two of them heard a clear and beautiful Fengming coming from the air.

Under a red light, Xiang Xing raised his eyes in surprise, only to see a beautiful golden-red little phoenix flying towards her quickly, flying towards her with the slender and beautiful wings.

She didn't even react, she felt her shoulders tightened, and she was caught by the little phoenix and rushed into the sky.

"Qiang Qiang!——"

The little phoenix screamed triumphantly, and shook the **** his back.

Continue to flap his wings and hover in the air.

"..."

Xiang Xing stared at the flaming bird's back in a daze, and stroking it with his head down, another feeling of familiarity emerged spontaneously.

Can't help but mutter subconsciously, "You are..."

"Chang~"

Little Phoenix raised his head, but looked back, and blinked a cute wink at her.

Then, he called to Jufeng a few more times, as if to signal her to watch the show.

Xiang Xing had to focus on the bottom.

At this time, the top of Jufeng Peak was already in chaos.

Seeing that she was rescued by the little Phoenix in the air, the man flew up to catch up with her angrily.

However, many spiritual vines suddenly grew crazily under his feet, but for a moment, he was wrapped tightly.

He was so angry that he waved the scabbard in his hand wildly, slashing wildly.

At this moment, Xiang Xing suddenly heard a beautiful and ethereal singing voice faintly from below the giant peak.

What followed was wave after wave of churning waves.

The sea slapped and climbed the rock wall, and it soon overflowed, rolling the waves towards the man.

In the center of the frothy wave, a huge scallop glowing with pink pearls slowly emerged.