Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

Chapter 273 I am a little fish (28)

Jingli panicked, but her hands kept moving, using all her spiritual energy to draw talismans in the air at lightning speed.

The prop card blocked some of the attacks, and the evil energy of the attacks was dispelled by the energy. The two people's killing moves did land on Jingli, but they did not cause any damage.

But in the blink of an eye, the two evil cultivators had already closed in on Jingli. Their movement techniques combined with evil magic made Jingli, even though his physical skills were already extremely superior in the previous world, slowly fall behind because he was not proficient in using both physical skills and magic at the same time.

Jingli gritted his teeth, but still lacked practical experience.

A warm breeze swept past his waist, and with two muffled thuds, the two evil cultivators who had just been baring their teeth in front of Jingli were instantly sent flying five meters away.

Jingli thought it was Meng Li who had arrived, but when he turned around, he saw Meng Li looking in his direction after she had just finished dealing with Chicken Feather Bro and the other two.

At this moment, Meng Li somehow obtained the container that Chicken Feather Brother used to carry the demon, and another evil cultivator was also skinned alive and lay on the ground, his fate unknown.

Seeing this, the two evil cultivators who had been knocked away rubbed their chests and fled in a sorry state. Those who know when to yield, of course, each went their own way.

"How about it?"

Meng Li stored the Demon-Slaying Bottle into her Qiankun and asked Jingli.

Jingli shook her head: "We need more practical training."

Meng Li had intended to ask him if he was injured, but after receiving this reply, she was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

It turns out that Keiri thought she was asking about her combat experience.

After walking through the illusion created by the array, the two of them did indeed become much closer.

Meng Li admires Jing Li's simple and pragmatic mindset. She truly deserves to be called a lucky koi fish nurtured by heaven and earth—simple, pure, and far better than most people.

Jingli's brows were still furrowed as he gently rubbed his wrist, the spot that Chun Xiaopian used to love to sit in.

Where did this guy go?

Just then, something tugged at his clothes.

"Big brother."

A child's innocent voice rang out from the lower left of the scene. Looking down, he saw a delicate little dumpling struggling to look up at him.

"Take me with you."

Its big eyes blinked, like a little animal worried about being abandoned.

Jingli was stunned, wondering where this child came from.

The little guy pouted and raised his little hand that was originally holding Jingli's clothes, making a beckoning gesture.

A thought suddenly struck Jingli: Could this guy be imitating Chun Xiaopian's wiggling movements...?

Meng Li, who was standing to the side, also spoke up at this moment: "Take him with you. He is of the same origin as the guy you brought out from my inner quarters before."

Jingli was completely stunned.

So, Meng Li knew all along?

He thought he had kept it a secret very well.

Jingli awkwardly picked at her fingers.

However, since Meng Li has said so, then this child is undoubtedly Chun Qi.

The disappearance of the Spring Fragment is probably due to its merging with the Spring Awakening Fragment in this formation.

This fragment shouldn't be very big; at least it looks like it only allowed the Spring Piece to evolve from a small animal to a child.

The void was now pitch black, with only the terrifying puppet head staring with its eyes wide open, faintly emitting a ghostly red light.

Jingli was worried that Chunxiaopian, who had turned into a child, would be scared, so she reached out and picked him up.

The baby was very light, perhaps because he retained the emotions of Chun Xiaopian, and was very dependent on Jingli. As soon as he was picked up, he buried his little head in Jingli's neck and rubbed against her.

Feeling the warm, soft little body in her arms, Jingli thought about how this little guy might merge with Ah Huo later, and felt a little reluctant to part with him.

Meng Li had already walked to the puppet's large head and first tried to put it away completely, but failed.

She tried prying the glasses off and putting them away separately, but that didn't work either.

She didn't dwell on it much, gave Jingli a look, and poured a stream of spiritual energy into the jade slip she had just put in.

It contains methods for subduing the array's core.

Jingli understood and temporarily handed the small piece over to Mengli, then began to collect the large puppet's head following the method in the jade slip.

After starting to practice, Jingli felt that the whole process of capturing and using the observer system items was quite similar, only reversed.

Of course, there is no such thing as the universe in the scene, so the puppet head eventually returned to the observer system and became a card with a simple line drawing of the puppet head's shape, and a small sundial next to it.

The moment the puppet was subdued, Jingli felt a sudden white light before her eyes, as if she had fallen back into the white sand of the formation.

He heard many people chanting in unison.

Jingli didn't know the language they were chanting, but he unexpectedly understood its meaning—

Oh moon, oh moon, let your moonlight shine on my home once more;

Hometown, oh hometown, don't let the clouds and mist shroud you any longer;

My friend, my friend, may your soul return home, for your home awaits you...

In Ruan Qinglan's world, Jingli never stopped improving her professional skills. Although her memories were blurred, her knowledge did not disappear.

He deduced that these people were singing folk songs, and amidst the sadness, there was an indescribable eeriness.

It seemed like a prayer, yet it also seemed like helplessness.

In other words, the friend's spirit is wandering elsewhere, this place is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the moon no longer shines on this land.

So, did this happen before or after the legendary Chinese Master's sacrifice to Heaven? And what exactly happened at the Spirit Puppet Immortal Abode?

Jingli frowned. If there were fragments of Chunqi left here, the situation in this blessed land couldn't be that simple.

After Jingli put the card into the observer system, 6058 quickly noticed it and sent a message of concern.

Jingli gave them a brief report on the situation here, naturally also mentioning Chun Xiaopian's situation.

Soon, a new card appeared in the observer system, featuring a hand and a mirror.

[6058: The pollution level in this blessed land is very high, which restricts the use of spiritual power. Your father had to take action to remove this array core.]

At this moment, Lu Mingguang sent a "[I'm so awesome]" emoji to make his presence known, but did not disturb 6058 from continuing to talk about serious matters.

[6058: The formation we're in has the same problem as yours. Using spiritual power makes it easier to be entangled by the shadowy figures within, which can bewitch one's mind. Those who enter other formations are likely to meet a grim fate.]

After dismantling the array's core, we also glimpsed some fragmented information: a dense, dark rain and mist. No one was moving in the entire Spirit Puppet Immortal Abode; only the puppets stood in the rain, which was rather eerie.

If no one else can collect all the array nodes, then it's up to us. These array nodes must play a very important role.

We haven't found any fragments of Mr. Yuan's artifacts yet, and we haven't found the way into the main formation. We've entered another formation. We've put all the formation cores we've subdued into the system; we'll discuss whether to meet up again once we've collected them all.

[Jingli: Okay, Mommy.]

Jingli couldn't quite describe her feelings; she felt a mix of worry and disappointment.

The current situation is not what they planned, and the danger level has obviously increased.

He had complete faith in 6058 and Lu Mingguang's abilities, but at the same time he was worried that they would be trapped in this cyclical formation.

Indeed, the difficulty level of this world is too high, and he doesn't have enough time to improve his strength to cope with it.

This made him feel somewhat passive.

"what happened?"

Meng Li's voice came through. She had already taken out a luminous pearl for illumination. Chun Xiaopian was nestled in her arms, blinking her big eyes as she looked at him.

Jingli shook her head and put on a smile.

"It's nothing, I just saw some scenes."

Jingli told Mengli what she had heard chanting, temporarily concealing the information conveyed by 6058.

It would be more reasonable for them to tell Meng Li themselves.

Meng Li simply nodded: "These blessed lands formed by the power of Heaven often leave behind the obsessions of our predecessors, which are also clues for us to continue our investigation."

She hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "You don't need to feel too much pressure about the blessed land. Generally speaking, if this array eye cannot be subdued at all, it means that we can only forcefully break through the outer ring of smaller arrays to get close to the main array. But now that you have subdued the array eye, it means that the array has been broken. Once the outer nine arrays are all broken, the main array will naturally appear, and we will not fall into the perilous situation of an endless loop that we discussed before."

Jingli was slightly taken aback, unsure whether to marvel at Meng Li for speaking so much in one breath or at her meticulous attention to detail.

But he was indeed comforted.

It has to be said that Meng Li, who is shrouded in evil energy, is exactly what Jing Li imagined the female lead of the original world to be. Even though she is still wearing the intense and alluring "Blood-Red Judge" outfit, it cannot hide the inclusiveness that is revealed in her bones.

Jingli nodded and took the small piece of spring from her hand.

Meng Li raised her chin: "You choose a direction."

I see her in the scenery.

Meng Li chuckled: "You're a spirit transformed from a koi fish, blessed with good fortune, haven't you noticed?"

She paused for a moment: "The formation we entered, though difficult to break, perfectly matches the power of your inheritance, and I happen to have the tools to break it."

"The fact that everyone left the formation unscathed is, in a way, a matter of luck."

"So, I'll follow you."

Jingli was shocked once again.

He had previously thought of himself as a simple little fish, and assumed that Meng Li calling him "Little Koi" was just a casual nickname. He never imagined that he was actually a lucky koi.

Meng Li's words unintentionally eased Jing Li's tense mood. Jing Li took a deep breath, frowned and thought for a moment, chose a direction, and started walking.

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The two walked for an unknown amount of time, and the scene before Jingli's eyes changed without her realizing it.

It was like a dream. Without anyone noticing, Jingli had stopped moving, and the faint sounds of music and cheers could be heard from all around.

"My lord, it's time to dance."

A hoarse female voice came from behind, and Jingli trembled and couldn't help but turn around.

He saw a hunched, thin woman in the shadows of the small house behind her, staring at him expressionlessly.

Jingli almost stumbled.

The woman's appearance was truly bizarre.

She wore a dark blue robe with strange patterns outlined in gold thread, resembling runes on some magical artifacts, but Jingli could not sense any magical power from it.

She was emaciated, much like the palace maid who had guided her in the city lord's mansion, as if she were a skeleton covered only by a layer of human skin, with no flesh and blood underneath.

On this very thin garment, she wore a huge golden crown, adorned with tassels, which swayed slightly, ancient and magnificent.

However, the golden crown was almost twice the size of her head, and Jingli even felt that the crown could break her neck.

Speaking of her neck, she wore many necklaces, layer upon layer, which visually lengthened her neck considerably.

It was so eerie that Jingli got goosebumps, but she didn't miss what she said.

"My lord, it's time to dance."

She repeated it again, her tone exactly the same as before, as if it were a pre-programmed script.

Jingli instinctively felt it was best not to ask any questions right now, so he turned around, pretending to be calm.

In Ruan Qinglan's world, as a pretty face who was parachuted in with outstanding dancing skills, he could choreograph on the spot.

He quickly struck a pose and began to dance to the music around him.

As he danced, the "ground" beneath his feet began to move as well.

He wasn't on flat ground at all, but on a "flower boat".

The flower boat doesn't travel on water, but rather on a sea of ​​people. Below the boat are noisy "commoners," all of whom are like the old woman in the cabin—human skin covered with white bones.

Jingli's heart was pounding, but she dared not stop moving her hands and feet for a moment.

He wore small silver bracelets on his hands and feet, each adorned with a circle of tiny bells. With the slightest movement, they jingled, matching the music. In just a moment, even the dancer himself, Jingli, felt a slight sense of disorientation.

His shoulder suddenly felt warm; it was a wisp of divine power that Lu Mingguang had previously infused into him.

Jingli was suddenly awakened, only to see that all the "commoners" below the boat were crowding up, sweeping over the flower boat like waves.

A face lacking flesh and tissue shouldn't normally show any expression, yet Jingli somehow managed to discern a hint of madness in it.

I've seen this kind of madness before, in the world of Yu'an, on the faces of the people before the old emperor stepped down.

Jingli was shocked and silently criticized herself for being careless. She then used her energy as a shield to protect herself.

His eyes lit up slightly, and sure enough, he saw the dark shadows around him swirling up in waves as the people moved, as if they wanted to devour the ship.

The shadowy figure was naturally afraid of Jingli's energy. With the energy shield erected, the area where Jingli was located became the only place that was not eroded.

Jingli thought to herself, "Perhaps it's because of this bell."

Just like in the previous formation, the first cultivator to try using a magic weapon, even though that cultivator did not directly use spiritual power, the magic weapon was indeed driven by spiritual power, thus attracting the dark shadow under the white sand.

This bracelet originated from the formation itself and was originally connected to this place. If it could also generate spiritual energy fluctuations when it was danced on, it would be no wonder that these shadowy figures were so restless.

The music was clearly problematic. Music cultivators exist in the cultivation world; these cultivators use music as a weapon, and the music here was obviously like that. Combined with the bells, it could easily kill the "dancer" invisibly.

Jingli let out a soft breath, unsure whether she was lucky or unlucky.

Entering the formation meant becoming prey in this invisible trap—a misfortune.

Fortunately, he had a wisp of Lu Mingguang's life-saving power and the energy to restrain the shadow, which was more than enough to help him escape.

Moreover, the bells on his hands and feet must be key items for breaking the formation, and they might even be able to be taken out later.

Given the nature of this blessed land, there certainly won't be many magical artifacts that can be taken out.

Jingli blinked, no longer confined to his current situation, but instead sorting through the clues while pondering where Meng Li and Chun Xiaopian had gone.

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【small theater】

Yuan Yuan Fragment Collection Progress: 3/n