There is no moon outside the window, and the night is rich.

Yang Que sat in front of the computer with a nervous expression as usual, shaking the mouse with his right hand, ticking his left three fingers quickly, staring at the display screen with his eyes, not daring to blink at will.

"Hurry up, Sword Saint, steal his crystal!"

"Doomsday, jump to the big jump! I, grass, why do you jump in front of others!"

"Galen, let's detain it to Katerina, why are you chasing for an old turtle!"

...

Soon, the screen of Yang Que's display turned gray, all his teammates were killed, and the opponent's troops were unobstructed, breaking the tower one after another, directly breaking the crystal on his own high ground.

"It's over, it's over..." Yang Que put down his mouse, his face full of reluctance, angry and angry.

Originally, the opponent's three crystals had already broken, and he was sure to win, but his teammates insisted on rogue, and they went to die alone one by one, and even mocked him in person. Now, he was killed by others and completely turned the tables!

"It's a trick! Why don't the elementary school student go to bed? He's better than me!" Yang Que cursed hatefully, looked at the time, and didn't dare to click on the start again, for fear of encountering the cheating goods just now.

"Hey, I didn't expect that there were more pitfalls at night than during the day. I lost three consecutive games in a ranking position. This is too sad." Yang Que looked through the record and it was all red, and he looked depressed and helpless.

He shook his head, turned off the game decisively, lit a cigarette, and was unwilling to accept it while smoking, so he went to the game forum, venting hysterically for a while, and felt a little better.

"Forget it, being angry is punishing myself for other people's mistakes. I feel that I have received enough punishment. I come here a few times a day. If this happens, I will grow old before I get old." Yang Que sighed, thought for a while, clicked on the novel website, and prepared to finish reading the newly updated chapters, and then go to bed.

Soon, Yang Que forgot the depression just now and immersed in the world of novels.

"Oh, I've only updated a few chapters, it's really not enough to read." Yang Que complained, and blew up the ashes in the gray and black cauldron on the table, continuing to look at the comments below.

After a while, Yang Que suddenly felt a little thirsty, so he got up and went to the refrigerator to get an apple, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and while looking at the comments, he was holding a fruit knife to peel the apple.

"Ouch!"

Perhaps he was too focused or absent-minded, the fruit knife suddenly slashed on the index finger of his left hand. He immediately snorted pain and threw the fruit knife and apple on the ground, then covered the wound, trying to stop the blood.

However, the knife was too sharp, and a large piece of flesh had been cut off from his index finger, and the red blood flowed out through the gaps of his fingers, making him grin.

Yang Que's face changed slightly, he cursed vaguely, reached out to take off half of the cigarette biting in his mouth, and threw the blood-stained cigarette butt into the worn-out cauldron.

This little tripod was discovered by him accidentally on the beach by the river a few days ago. He saw it was fun, so he took it back and put it in front of the computer to make an ashtray.

Just as he threw away the cigarette butt and was about to bandage it from the drawer, the small tripod on the table suddenly trembled, and at the same time the tripod body emitted a little golden light.

"Huh?" Yang Que stopped his hand and stared at the small tripod on the table.

The little tripod shone golden light, trembling for a while, and suddenly floated up from the table, and at the same time, the light shone brightly, like the scorching sun, making Yang Que unable to open his eyes.

"Has you lost too much blood, you have hallucinations?" Yang Que raised his arm, blocked his eyes, and was a little stunned.

The scorching aura was getting closer and closer, and the small tripod was shining brightly and extremely hot, slowly drifting towards Yang Que, extremely strange.

When Yang Que felt the heat all over his body and had no time to react, Xiaoding suddenly moved to his forehead and instantly penetrated into his eyebrows and disappeared.

Yang Que suddenly felt a pain in his head, and at the same time, a burning feeling spread throughout his body instantly. His clothes turned into ashes in a blink of an eye, and the skin of his body was like calcined fire in the darkness, as bright as magma, fiery red and transparent, and even internal bones could be seen.

"Hiss--" Yang Que took a breath of cold air, his face was ferocious, his eyes rolled, and he fainted...

Dizziness, extreme dizziness.

After a while, Yang Que finally woke up from his coma. He was stunned for a while with his blank eyes open, and then looked at the environment he was in.

This is an extremely simple cave, with nothing but a stone bed and a futon inside. At the head of the bed there is also a mess of wine jars, which are empty inside.

"here it is……"

Just when he was shocked and puzzled, suddenly, a strange and vast memory surged in like a tide!

He covered his head, closed his eyes, and remained calm for a long time...

Suddenly, his face became extremely strange.

He actually traveled through time! Soul traveled through time!

Looking at this body that did not originally belong to him, Yang Que's face seemed shocked and afraid, cried and laughed, and his expression was extremely wonderful.

The young man's memory was clear and complete, and he merged with his memory without any leakage. After digesting it for a long time, he woke up from the shock.

It turns out that the original owner of this body also happened to be named Yang Que. He is the personal disciple of Wan Feixun, the leader of Guixiaofeng Peak of the Ghost Sect, and is ranked fifth.

This person was originally incredible and had a rapid cultivation level. In just three years, he jumped from the third level of spirituality to the ninth level of spirituality. He was a genius who was never seen in the Guigui Sect for a century. He was favored by the elders and the sect leader, envied and awe of many young disciples, and won the envy and awe of Gui Xiaofeng. He won the Gui Xiaofeng a lot of glory.

However, half a year ago, his meridians suddenly blocked and his cultivation level plummeted. He dropped from the ninth level of spiritual communication to the third level of spiritual communication now. No pill has any effect on it, and no martial arts can be used in his hands.

From then on, his reputation for genius disappeared. He was full of laughter and mockery, and the sound of taking advantage of the situation came one after another. He was unwilling to give up and tried hard for a long time, but he was completely desperate and could not practice at all.

So his will gradually faded, and from then on he lived in this Guixiao Peak, like a walking corpse. He didn't see anyone except drinking or sleeping, and he could hardly speak again.

"He's a poor man."

Yang Que chewed these memories carefully and sighed slightly.

"Hey, isn't he the third level of spiritual communication? Why does his current cultivation level seem to be... the first level of spiritual communication?" Yang Que checked his body according to the mental method in his memory, and his face suddenly became confused.

"No, the meridians seem to be unobstructed, there is no blockage, and the cultivation level seems to have decreased..." Yang Que frowned, thought for a while, and suddenly his heart moved. Looking inside, he found that a small tripod that looked familiar was floating quietly in the middle of the dantian.

"Yes, it must be it that made my soul travel, and it also changed the physical constitution of this body. What is this?" Now the small tripod in the dantian is no longer as dilapidated and black as before, but it has become golden and full of color, but Yang Que still recognizes it at a glance.

"Is it a magic weapon?" Yang Que's eyes lit up, and he guessed based on the knowledge in his memory.

"You'll know if you try." Yang Que used the method he remembered. With a moving thought, the small tripod in his dantian appeared in his palm in an instant, as if he had been here all the time.

Yang Que was shocked, but was surprised and delighted. The little tripod was really a magic weapon, which was in harmony with his own heart and was passed on as he could!

However, the surprise in his heart was soon buried by him. He glanced at the little tripod for a few minutes, then took back his dantian, and began to think about what happened in the future.

According to memory, this is the Ghost Reward Sect.

Yugui Sect, one of the four major cultivation sects of Xiangguo, is a major in the magic sect of ghost control. Yugui Sect is divided into four main peaks. Except for the Luogu Peak of the Sect Master, the other three peaks have a peak master in charge, and Yang Que is located in Guixiao Peak.

"Since I am the personal disciple of the Lord of Gui Xiaofeng Peak, I believe that the temporary safety is guaranteed, but if it takes a long time..."

Yang Que thought of the sect's annual test and the annual test every three years. If his cultivation level stagnates, his identity as a personal disciple will be directly removed, and he will be slaughtered at that time. So he felt that the most urgent task is to improve his strength as soon as possible. Only when his own strength is strong can he be truly powerful.

He is not an indecisive person, nor a timid person. The troubles brought by the unfamiliar environment and the cruel world of immortal cultivation did not make him lose his mind. He clarified his mind and quickly made up his mind to practice hard!

Only by being strong can one survive!

He thought about it carefully in the cave for a while, and then remembered his spiritual level. Since the meridians have been repaired, it is definitely no problem to use the skills now.

Thinking of this, he followed the method he remembered, pinched his hands and chanted mantras. His body suddenly blurred and instantly appeared in a corner ten steps away.

"It seems that my guess is right. Xiao Ding has really cured the injuries in the body."

Yang Que successfully cast the spell and felt very happy and felt it was very interesting. He then used several other techniques, but all of them succeeded without any stagnation.

However, since he was at the first level of spiritual cultivation, his magic power was quickly squandered. His face turned a little pale, he sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth again and start practicing.

After a while, his eyes suddenly opened and he looked down. His skin suddenly turned red. At the same time, a familiar and hot breath instantly swept across his entire body. The only pants he wore on his lower body also ignited into ashes with a "slam". They instantly melted away.

"What's going on?" Feeling the sudden heat coming from his body and the manic and uneasy breath in his body, Yang Que's face twisted unconsciously again. He quickly got up and jumped around in the hole, almost burning to death.

"Fifth Brother, are you awake?" The cave door suddenly opened, and a girl in a flower dress appeared at the door with a basket of food.

"Wan Yao, junior sister." Yang Que saw her and suddenly this information popped out in his memory, but the feeling of burning fire in his body became even stronger. At the same time, his body involuntarily developed a deep desire for the girl, and something under him suddenly stood up with his head raised.

"Fifth Brother, what's wrong with you?" Wan Yao was shocked when she saw that his whole body was red, as if she was being burned by a fire. She didn't care whether he was wearing clothes or not, and hurriedly threw down the basket and ran in.

"Don't come here!" Yang Que gritted his teeth and shouted. Although his consciousness was clear, his body was even more eager and could not help himself.

"Fifth Brother, you..." Wan Yao grabbed his arm and was about to shout someone to save him, but Yang Que's body trembled suddenly. He felt the slight coolness of his little hands. He could no longer bear it. He picked her up and threw it on the stone bed. Then he quickly tore up all her dress and pressed her up with rapid breathing.

Wan Yao was caught off guard, her mind buzzed, blank. Feeling the burning heat on Yang Que's body, the magic power in her body could not flow...

"Ah--" After entering the girl's body, Yang Que suddenly let out an extremely comfortable moan. At the same time, the heat and discomfort in his body gradually calmed down, and the spiritual energy around him rushed into the girl's body frantically, and then passed through the girl's body to him.

"It's almost time to break through!"
Chapter completed!