After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 159 Patching
"The rift connects to another plane, possibly the other side of this continent."

"You should be familiar with such a storyline." Shen Qingyan's tone was flat, as if he had already noticed this.

Song Jingmo's eyes widened.

It is indeed normal to write like this in the novel, but this is the real world, a continent, can it have two sides?

Tuanzi said slowly, "That's true."

"After the souls of Xiuling Continent die, they will return to the ground and reach the other side of the continent while falling continuously."

"The place was disorganized and there was a lot of shit piled up."

"Negative emotions, malice, resentment, all things that can breed demons exist in that world in large quantities." Tuanzi closed his eyes to cover up his boredom.

It came out of that place.

"If the rift really connects the Fallen Realm, the Spiritual Cultivation Continent will burn all lives." Tuanzi's muffled voice made it easy for people to detect something was wrong.

"The realm of corruption, there seems to be no relevant records in the classics."

"Nonsense. The people who have been there are basically dead. It is a miracle who can still bring the news back alive."

"Tens of thousands of years ago, a powerful demon cultivator strayed into the realm of degeneration when he used his innate supernatural power." Tuanzi had a lot of opinions on Shen Qingyan, and because of Song Jingmo's relationship, he still answered Shen Qingyan's question.

A small human race, dare to count on the cub it protects?
It would be fine if it didn't just take out her soul body to refine her soul, and expect it to speak nicely?

Shen Qingyan got the answer, but didn't care about Tuanzi's tone.

"I went to explore near the crack. With the speed of the spiritual flow, the range of the crack will soon be further expanded, and the speed of the spiritual flow will be accelerated by then."

Cracks first appear in the place with the lowest aura concentration, and then the aura is gradually evacuated to expand the range of the crack.

It's almost an endless loop.

Song Jingmo lowered his eyes, then raised his eyes, looked at a certain point in the void, and asked Shen Qingyan: "What do you want me to do?"

She didn't fully understand Shen Qingyan, but she also understood Shen Qingyan's temper in the past two years.

He is a person who looks gentle on the surface, but in fact, no one can persuade him to change the things he has made up his mind to.

"Take the spirit-seeking mouse and the people from the Qingling Sect to go to various small secret realms, and collect as much resources as possible from the small secret realms that can recognize the master and those that cannot recognize the master."

"This is the hope for the future of the human race."

If the aura is truly cut off, the remaining resources can still be used to supply the surviving Lingxiu to continue their practice.

As long as someone can go out and go to the wider world, this world may still be saved.

Shen Qingyan didn't press Song Jingmo with words.

"What about the crack?"

"There is no way to stop the expansion of the rift, and there is no way to slow down the speed of the aura."

"All we can do is race against time to collect cultivation resources, save a share of fire, and then fight against Heaven."

Song Jingmo stopped talking.

"I found it." Tuanzi did some research on the space, and found out the remaining space fluctuations from the surroundings during the short conversation between the two, and found a small folded space along the way.

Without Song Jingmo's hands, Shen Qingyan waved a wave of spiritual power and destroyed the formation that sealed the space.

After the space in front of him was distorted for a while, an extra house appeared out of thin air.

Before anyone else could react, Song Jingmo stepped into the courtyard with the door open.

The two senior brothers followed immediately, and the little steward gritted his teeth and led others to follow.

At this stage of the matter, he was no longer confident that he could make up his mind alone.

The spirit king of Tianxuan Lingyuan seems to have an idea, let's follow along and watch one for now.

The atmosphere in the house was surprisingly peaceful.

The person they were looking for was sitting at the table pouring cups of tea into their stomachs.

The movements are somewhat mechanical, and the expression carries the same hopelessness.

What's going on here?
Song Jingmo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he found a strange figure among them.

The man's breath was exactly the same as that of this house, with a faint scent of grass and trees, more inclined to the breath of new leaves after the rain.

"Thank you for your help, senior." Song Jingmo walked forward and thanked the woman in Tsing Yi who was holding a cup of tea.

What else do you not understand?

These missing people did not encounter accidents at all, but were rescued by seniors who lived here in seclusion before encountering accidents.

Chi Zhishu saw Song Jingmo addressing seniors so earnestly, and endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back his laughter.

He didn't know that Junior Sister could stay like this.

"Junior Sister, can you take a closer look?"

It's not polite to stare at someone carefully for no reason, but Chi Zhishu said so, Song Jingmo raised his eyes and looked at the senior carefully.

After seeing the senior's face clearly, Song Jingmo showed suspicion.

"Senior Sister Nanpu?"

Although the breath is unfamiliar, but the facial features are clearly the appearance of Nan Tao when she grows up, and the teasing in the eyes is exactly the same at this time.

"Junior Sister, it's been a while since we saw you, and you don't recognize me?" Nan Tao asked with a smile, resting her chin on one hand.

The voice also changed a lot, but Song Jingmo smiled.

"I haven't seen you in a few months, Senior Sister Taotao has turned into a fairy-like beauty."

Nan Tao always liked to hear people praise herself, so she greeted people to sit down beside her with a smile, and then pointed to the seats for her two juniors casually.

"Why is Senior Sister here?" After also drinking a full stomach of tea, Song Jingmo had time to ask.

"Well, it's a secret." Nan Tao smiled and put her index finger on her lips, signaling that she couldn't say anything.

Song Jingmo didn't care much about this question, so he didn't continue to ask.

"How long has Senior Sister been here?"

"It's more than one month." This question can be answered, and Nan Tao didn't hide it.

In the Beast Orb, Shen Qingyan had no time to listen to the conversation outside, and his attention was completely on the projection that appeared in front of him.

This is a pale golden figure with supreme majesty. If ordinary people see it, they may be frightened by such coercion and put on a respectful attitude.

However, Shen Qingyan did not have a good face towards the other party, and had a completely business-like negotiating attitude.

"These are the conditions. If you agree, the cooperation can be achieved."

"If you don't agree, let's finish playing together."

The pale golden figure laughed.

"It's so fierce, no wonder she hasn't been married for so many years."

Shen Qingyan's complexion changed, and his attitude became more ferocious: "If you want to talk about business, then talk, if you don't talk about business, then get out."

"Don't talk like him."

"You are not from this world, but you are deeply involved with this world, and you can't get rid of my shackles."

"So what, it's a big deal." Shen Qingyan's good temper completely disappeared when facing this figure.

"The world has become like this, unless all living beings sacrifice, in exchange for a chance to let me Nirvana."

"It's impossible." Shen Qingyan refused to budge.

"If you want me to meet your conditions, you have to come up with a bargaining chip that makes my heart beat."

"It's impossible to tell you everything about our plan." Shen Qingyan looked coldly.

"You can't hide anything from me." The pale golden figure was careless, and the words were full of provocation.

"With such self-confidence, it's no wonder that it will leak into a sieve." Shen Qingyan mocked unceremoniously.

"I am the way of heaven. I despise the way of heaven and provoke the way of heaven. Your courage is getting bigger and bigger."

"If I had known that you had devoured their consciousness, I would never have allowed you to sit here." The hatred in Shen Qingyan's eyes could not be hidden at all.

But Tiandao Projection didn't mind Shen Qingyan's attitude at all.

In the eyes of Heaven, He is the master of this world, and the life and death of thousands of living beings are in His hands.

Whoever He wants to die, He lets die. The rules allow it, and no one can question it.

Shen Qingyan was an exception.

One of the creatures of all races who should have been his nourishment, became a fish that slipped through the net, and took away most of the luck that should have belonged to him.

At that time, Shen Qingyan disappeared completely, and Tiandao's search was fruitless, so he had to give up.

Some time ago, Tiandao accidentally swallowed a group of remnant souls, fell asleep for a while, and only woke up when the crack reappeared.

He has a lot of spiritual memory at this time, but the dominant one is the spiritual memory of a human race.

The memory of the human race should be rich, because the life span of the human race is the shortest, and they usually use their short lives to experience various joys and emotions.

As for the spiritual cultivation of the human race, there are only two things in life, one is cultivation, endless cultivation.

Another thing is that whenever Shen Qingyan appears, his gaze will always follow Shen Qingyan.

How did Tiandao know the name of a human spirituality? It was Tiandao who regarded the life and luck of the arrogance of all races as his own pocket ten thousand years ago, and never remembered this spirituality that escaped from his mouth.

And from the memory of a not-so-special human spirituality, following the eyes of this human spirituality, he remembered clearly the emotions of that human female spirituality little by little, and became familiar with her appearance inch by inch.

Shen Qingyan, these three characters seem to be special.

Therefore, as the Dao of Heaven, when he received an invitation that could be regarded as a provocation, he still chose to keep the appointment.

The Hongmen Banquet that humans often say is nothing more than that.

But he didn't care, imitating the appearance of that spiritual practice back then, and focused his eyes on the person he wanted to see.

After so many years, the other party doesn't seem to have changed much.

Shen Qingyan, representing the human race, finally reached a cooperation with Tiandao.

The human race repairs the way of heaven, and the way of heaven protects the human race, at least ensuring the continuation of the fire of the human race.

It can't be said to be a good deal, especially for Tiandao.

However, God doesn't care.

Shen Qingyan also didn't want to stay with Tiandao who appeared in the face of his former lover.

Heavenly Dao could not control the small world of the Beast Bead, so Shen Qingyan set the negotiation venue in the Beast Bead.

After Tiandao left, Shen Qingyan leaned back in his chair, staring at the white sky inside the Beast Orb in a daze, and after a long while, got up staggeringly, and entered the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Gods.

"I don't know, whether my choice is right or wrong."

"I can only stick to the current choice." Shen Qingyan leaned against a statue, her voice was extremely low.

In the past, she could still get a response, but now, there is silence in the hall.

Outside the Beast Orb, Song Jingmo vaguely felt that his contract with Shen Qingyan had been shielded for a period of time, and when he went to perceive it again, he found nothing unusual, so he withdrew his attention.

They got together at the same door, and An Lan and the little steward led the others back to the inn first.

At this time, no one else was around, and Song Jingmo brought up the matter of going to the secret realm to collect resources.

Nan Tao was surprised for a moment, and then agreed to this arrangement.

"Since there is such a plan, let's arrange it first."

Song Jingmo nodded, set up the enchantment, took out the wind language tree, and exchanged enough spirit stones for all the information about the small secret realms, and then marked the locations of the small secret realms one by one on the entire map of Xiuling Continent, and finally Organize the itinerary.

Some small secret realms limit cultivation, but the cultivation of the Spirit King happens to be stuck at the upper limit.

"Senior Sister Nan Tao, is it possible to recognize the owner of the small secret realm?"

Nan Tao was immediately caught up in the question, and answered after a few words: "It is rumored that the existing secret realms in Xiuling Continent are all refined by ancient powers. If they can be recognized, they can make the small secret realms recognize their masters and carry them with them."

Such a statement made Song Jingmo subconsciously think of the existence of portable space and the like.

"Is there any rumor that the cultivation base has reached a certain height and opened up a small world?"

"I've never heard of this, but there are people beyond the human world, and there is a sky beyond the sky. Maybe there is such a world where spiritual practice can reach that level."

"There are gaps in the Dao of Heaven and the lack of rules in the plane of Lingxiu Continent, and most of the inheritances have been cut off. Thousands of years ago, some people were able to ascend to another plane. Now it is extremely difficult for Lingxiu to reach the threshold of ascension." Nan Tao shook. Shake your head.

Even if the balance is barely maintained, the aura of Xiuling Continent will disappear.

At that time, even stepping into the path of spiritual cultivation will be extremely difficult, and it is meaningless to talk about other things now.

The more Song Jingmo listened, the more he felt that Xiuling Continent was just a small world among thousands of small worlds.

The lack of rules in the small world is normal, and it should be feasible to break the rules and go to another world.

The problem is, her thoughts alone don't count.

But Qing Yan, who kept his word, had already made another decision.

Song Jingmo rubbed his aching head, lay down on the table sullenly, and buried his head between his arms.

This is the reality, and she will not escape.

Chi Zhishu sent a message to the Tianxuan Spiritual Academy, and the Tianxuan Spiritual Academy quickly responded, agreeing to them going to the secret realm and asking them to pay attention to safety.

The matter of searching for resources was not only given to them, many people also received the same task.

The sense of spiritual cultivation has always been keen, even if they have not received any news, a group of people have a sense of crisis, and arrange people to collect as many resources as possible.

Cultivation resources are naturally the cheapest to obtain in secret realms.

Many people had already gone to raid the small secret realm near Yuling City. Song Jingmo saw the crowds at the entrance of the secret realm, so he decisively chose to change the target.

There are not many small secret realms in the Profound Sky Domain, and there are usually not many resources left in the few small secret realms.

Song Jingmo, together with his senior brothers and sisters, went straight to the teleportation array and returned to the Beixuan domain.

Among other things, those spirit flowers and grasses in the Ganoderma lucidum secret realm are worth her special trip.

Just as the spiritual practitioners were gradually falling into panic, the head of Tianxuan Lingyuan stepped forward and mentioned the catastrophe ten thousand years ago to all the spiritual practitioners in Xiuling Continent.

(End of this chapter)