C1 Transmigration

What was the martial arts world? Sword lights, sword shadows, grudges and enmity, the love between a child and a girl, this was the martial arts world. People of the martial arts world were always involved in matters of the martial arts world, and wherever there were people, there would be people of the martial arts world. Humans were the martial arts world.

At the Divine Tang Dynasty Region, the western border was made of black wood. Layers upon layers of black wood rose thousands of meters high, white clouds drifted about, strange mountain ridges formed by strange mountains, and withered stones and trees extended upwards until they reached the clouds.

Hei Mu Ya was famous in the martial arts world for his famous Eastern Theology. The Eastern Theology was the world's greatest sect, but within the population of the martial world, it was the world's number one cult. There were countless experts within the sect, with thirty-six guards, ten protectors, ninety-two holes, and thousands of disciples. Sect Leader Dongfang Bumie was the Unrivaled Expert, and her reputation had already spread far and wide fifty years ago.

The sun rises in the east and only I am indestructible. This was Dongfang Bumie.

Above the black forest, there were many palaces and shadows of people moving about inside the hall. Behind him, there was a field of peach blossoms. Tens of thousands of flowers were chirping, and the sound of zither music was resonating. There were wonderful shadows dancing about.

The mountain breeze blew. Pink peach blossoms flew into the sky, rolling up many beautiful dances and descending to the ninth heaven. The trees were full of red, and the myriad colors of the pills blended together in the spring.

In the forest of peach blossoms, there was a pavilion, in the pavilion there was a bed, on the bed there was a jade person.

If the clear water comes out of the Hibiscus, water May Dulanfang, Yaotai moonlight lotus.

The spring breeze bathed him, and the fragrance of flowers wafted into his nose. While she was napping, her eyebrows suddenly twitched and her eyes shot out two beams of light. Her body stood up, like the wind and water, like a floating immortal, and with her feet touching the edge of the bed, she flew up, as if she was running to a fairy, and then climbed up to the roof of the pavilion.

The woman had a pair of blue and white fingers in her hands. There was a cold glint flashing across her eyes. Her face was covered in frost and her brows were furrowed tightly. She was looking in all directions as if she was looking for something.

Suddenly, a gale filled the entire Peach Blossom Forest. Petals were like starlight as they rose into the air, creating a sea of flowers. The woman in white, with her black hair fluttering in the wind, looked like a celestial being.

"Ka Cha!" Dark clouds began to gather as lightning interweaved to form a net. A depressing aura poured down from the sky. Under the girl's incredulous eyes, a black ray of light shot out and shot straight towards Blackwood Ya.

The black light was as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder.

"Boom …" With a muffled sound of impact, the black light collided directly into the Peach Blossom Forest. Ten meters away from the girl, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the lightning stopped and the lightning disappeared, returning to the tranquility of the past.

The lady frowned and flew down from the top of the pavilion. In an instant, she arrived at the place where the black light had landed. Her figure was beautiful and her speed was surprisingly fast.

The girl looked over curiously to see a human shaped hole. A handsome man in black with a golden collar was hiding in the hole with his eyes closed.

That woman, Da Qi, was terrified. Who was this person? Why did it fall from that sky? Could it be? He was a deity? Strange hair, strange eyes, strange clothes.

"Who are you?" Her voice was like silk, like an oriole in spring, like a valley on an autumn night. It was beautiful and beautiful, with endless turns.

The strange man closed his eyes. The girl slowly crouched down and quickly pressed her hand on some of the acupoints on the man's body. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief, put down the cold needle in her hand, and extended her hand towards the man's nose.

When she realized that she was only unconscious and did not have any worries for life, she relaxed and let the embroidered belt fly out from her sleeves. She rolled up the man and placed him on the embroidered bed.

At this moment, the sound of a bell rang out, engulfing Blackwood. The woman slightly frowned. She looked at the man for a bit before slowly leaving.

In the blink of an eye, the woman had yet to return. A sweet, jade-like fragrance wafted through the air as the sweet, sweet wind caressed her cheeks. The man slowly opened his eyes.

Where is this place? When Ling Batian Sheng opened his eyes, what entered his vision was a scene he had never seen before. There was an octagonal kiosk, and beside it was a patch of magenta flowers. It was fragrant and fragrant, as if silk was seeping through the nose. It was fragrant with an endless aftertaste.

Ling Batian closed his eyes. Although this kind of scenery was rare, at this moment, the most important thing was to figure out where he was. He remembered walking into that strange array, and after he exhausted all of his magic power to inject it into that array, he was discouraged. Unexpectedly, a surge of magic power suddenly came from the array, and he felt a loud bang in his head before he fainted.

Could it be? Was this God Realm? Is this the place where the gods live?

When he tried to move his body, he found that he could not move his fingers at all. He was shocked, but also relieved. Maybe it was a restriction set up by God. Ling Batian tried to use the Spiritual Power to check his own body. Suddenly, his heart went cold. Ling Batian realized that he lost more than half of his magic power. He actually fell from the Cultivation Level of the Saint Magister to an advanced mage, losing two steps. Ling Batian suppressed his panic and wondered what was going on.

Thinking about it, Ling Batian guessed the most likely possibility was that the magic backlash was the result, and he also believed that the strange formation was an ancient teleportation circle, he did not have enough mana, so he was unable to open the Space Gate. However, he forcefully used up all his mana and barely opened it.

After understanding this matter, Ling Batian opened his eyes and started to inspect his surroundings. Looking at the picturesque scenery and feeling the strong spring wind, Ling Batian was elated and in a great mood.

Suddenly, Ling Batian glanced at his hands and was shocked. Why did his hands that were as skinny as firewood become so tender and tender? Although the restriction restricted his movement, it did not restrict his magic. With the movement of the Spiritual Power, a water mirror technique was used.

Blue light dots flashed above his head, quickly forming a colorful mirror.

Seeing the handsome figure in the water mirror, Ling Batian frowned and thought to himself: "Who is this?" Why was he so familiar with it? He was shocked again. Wasn't the person in the mirror me? Isn't that what I looked like when I was young?

Ling Batian thought it through and was overjoyed. Who would have thought a bad old man like him would come back to his old age? Ling Batian let out a long sigh of relief. Why did this happen? Could it be that some goddess had helped him regain his youth?

Ling Batian was in a good mood as if facing a spring breeze. Although his magic power had disappeared by more than half, it had allowed him to regain his youth and escape the shackles of life.

He wanted to shout: I don't have to die of old age!

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps came. Ling Batian shivered and became alert. Even if the one who saved him was a god, they were still differentiated between bad and good. It was better to be vigilant.

A graceful figure entered the pavilion, it was the woman who was facing her return. Upon entering the pavilion, she felt a burning gaze staring at her, and was shocked; the fragrant wind blew, and she took a graceful step forward, disappearing ten meters away. Her beautiful eyes looked warily at the strange man who was flashing with a strange light.

The two of them looked at each other. Seeing that the woman looked like a goddess, Ling Batian was sure that he had come to Heaven Realm. He almost shouted out loud. However, why did this goddess have Oriental eyes and a glance of hair?

Within the Magic Continent, there were a myriad of strange races, among them was a bizarre human. They lived in the east, had black hair, and a pair of black eyes.

He opened his mouth slightly, "Esteemed Goddess, may I ask if you were the one who saved me?"

The woman heard the strange man speak, but heard him. "$%" Ye Zichen frowned. He actually couldn't understand what the man, who had fallen from the sky, had to say.

During the Magic Continent period, for the sake of the unity of the language, Ling Batian's people of the Magic Continent communicated with each other in English.

"Who are you?" the woman asked softly.

Ling Batian shivered. He didn't expect that she was really from the East. Ling Batian had met a mutant in the past and learned the Eastern Language. Now that he heard the goddess speak the Eastern Language, Ling Batian was confused. Was the goddess a god from the East?

Hearing the goddess's question, Ling Batian immediately replied in his strange but long-unused Eastern language: "Esteemed goddess, I'm a high-level mage, Ling Batian."

Goddess? A mage? The girl frowned. She didn't understand a single word that this strange man said, but she did know his name. Ling Batian? This was a strange name, but it sounded like the name of an outsider. Could it be that he was an outsider?

"Ling Batian?" The woman asked doubtfully.

Ling Batian nodded. He then asked: "Esteemed goddess, may I ask if this is God Realm?" Ling Batian was anxious to confirm whether this was God Realm or not.

"God Realm? No, this is the Black Wood Boundary! " The woman was very interested in this strange man and her eyes were filled with curiosity.

Not God Realm! It was like a clap of thunder on a sunny day, waking Ling Batian up.

"Then... "Where is this place?"

"Heimu Ya!" The woman said indifferently.

Blackwood? A place? He then asked, "What is this world called?"

The woman frowned. What was the name of the world? Does the world also have a name? After thinking for a while, he said, "Are you talking about the country?"

Ling Batian was helpless. Could it be that this goddess … Oh no, is there no world in a woman's mind? He could only nod.

"This is the Tang Dynasty Divine Province, the Western Region's Black Wood Region, the territory of the Eastern Theology."

What kind of Tang Dynasty is this, what kind of black Mu Ya, what kind of divine sect, they all left the range of the Magic Continent. It seems like the formation is a teleportation formation, but it's not a teleportation formation that leads to the God Realm, it's a teleportation formation that leads to an unknown world.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind: Transmigration.

With my young body, I will be able to live another five hundred years. No matter what Tang Dynasty he has, no matter what Black Wood Ya, I just want to live a simple life.

Ling Batian asked again: "Did you help me recover my youth?"

When Ling Batian saw the puzzled look on the girl's face, he knew that it had nothing to do with the girl.

No matter what, Ling Batian knew that he didn't have to die of old age.