Chapter 915: Heavenly Resurrection

　　 "Master..."
At the gate of 　　 Saint’s Little Courtyard, Zixia, who had been wandering here, saw Yang Jian’s figure coming from the sky, and hurriedly greeted her.
　　 She wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask, so she could only look at Master's eyebrows secretly, and she held Yang Jian's little hand for a little bit stiff.
　　 should not be found.
　　 "Master, the Qingling fairy Jiren has his own heaven..."
　　 Yang Jian flicked a little struggle in his eyes, "Maybe there is still a chance to save, go in first."
　　 Zixia obediently responded, she was not a few masters, and she didn't dare to talk nonsense at this time, so she had to carefully accompany her.
　　 If the master can complain a few words to her, or confide in some thoughts, he would not be considered in vain as an apprentice.
　　 entered the small courtyard, Yang Jian said: "She should be still alive."
　　 The saints fell into silence and did not say a word for a long time.
　　 Zixia suddenly understood why Master was struggling so much at this time, so much pain in her eyes...
　　 For this Wen Qingling, he should be regarded as an old friend in Master's heart. For so many years, Master has rarely seen friends besides Nezha's uncles. Master must be very concerned about the life and death of Fairy Qingling.
　　 At this time, the master said that Qingling was not dead. It was naturally what clues the master had found. For the master himself, it should be a sigh of relief and some joy.
　　 For the predecessor and for the prehistoric creatures, it means that the threat of the second Xeon still exists. It is even possible that the Xeon, the predecessor of Wen Qingling, has suppressed the light soul.
　　 Thinking of this, Zixia couldn't help but whispered: "Master, no one can blame you for this, don't feel guilty."
　　 Yang Jian turned his head and smiled at Zixia, then his eyes showed a little sense of sorrow, and he didn't say anything more.
　　 Outside the courtyard, Tianyan Daozi and Tongtian Guru came side by side, and the two shook their heads with ugly expressions, and then returned to their own futon.
　　 Introducing the saint's way: "The counterattack..."
"It's still going on, we have no retreat," Tianyan Daozi shook the front of his robe, "Let's follow the previously set strategy. If we can defeat Xu Mo before the second strongest takes a shot, we are not without one. The power of war."
　　 "Let me go to retreat," Yang Jian stood up and walked towards Tianyan Daozi.
　　 The Chaos Clock appeared, and Yang Jian nodded slightly to Bai Ze, then stepped into the Chaos Clock.
　　Zixia wanted to follow her to comfort her, but she didn't dare to disturb her practice, so she could only stand in a daze.
　　 Bai Ze said: "Master saints, if it's okay, I will go back to retreat."
　　 Yuan Shi Tianzun sighed and said: "There are fellow daoists."
　　 "I dare not, but I haven't really changed anything," Bai Ze smiled a little bitterly, sighed slightly depressed, and turned to leave.
　　 "That disciple has also gone to find a place to practice," Zixia made a eloquence, and received the saint's answer, she turned around and left with her sword...
　　 "Zixia?" The voice of Master Tongtian chased from behind.
　　 Zixia quickly turned around, "The disciple is here!"
　　 "Leave your saber behind," said the Master Tongtian, "It's rare to have someone like you in swordsmanship, and I should give you some benefits."
　　 Zixia blinked, and then she held her saber over with joy.
　　 "Thank you three ancestors."
　　 In the sound of the sound of the sword, the Master Tongtian had already pulled out the scabbard of the sword that had been following Zixia, flicking it with his fingers, listening to the clear sound.
　　 "It's a good sword, let's go, come here to get the sword in a hundred days."
　　 "Yes!" Zixia looked like a vulgar knight and thanked her, making the saints smile slightly.
After Zixia left, Sanqing, Jiuyin, Yuding Zhenren, and Tianyan Daozi looked at each other. Tianyan Daozi waved his sleeves, and the courtyard was wrapped in a touch of saint humanity, and no one knew what these predecessors were inside. What is the handle discussing?
　　 is always inseparable from the counterattack of the prehistoric.
　　The place to test the sword, when Yang Jian flew past, his consciousness swept through the places where he passed through the barriers.
At this time, the place to test the sword is still lively. The third and fourth batches of monks have almost no free levels in the first half, and the 18th, 25th, and 27th "hot" places for entry are even more There are many monks fighting against the evil spirits.
　　 In the second half, there are many monks walking on the roads that have been fully opened.
　　 It's a pity that there is no such thing as the first batch of Nezha, Monkey King, and others that make people shine and feel that they can entrust their important tasks.
　　 Liuya has reached the last level of the road, and it seems that he will break through the level soon.
　　 Yang Jian found the mirage, and asked the mirage not to be disturbed by others, so he went to the old place to retreat with peace of mind.
The mirage dragon naturally didn't know what was happening outside, but seeing Yang Jian's expression a little depressed, he didn't dare to provoke this uncle. He wandered freely and continued to wander around the place where he tried the sword. By the way, a few pleasing prehistoric monks gave some chance. .
　　 This should be the most suitable job in the world for this Hongmeng alien, senior expert.
　　 The mirage dragon has a deep dependence on his illusion. Only in his illusion can he feel that he really exists, not the floating in the dream of his ancestors.
　　 Before sneaking into the chaotic beasts in the corner of the Chaos Sea, in fact, it was not to absorb the blood of the beasts and strengthen oneself, but it was a little boring.
　　 If you really want to be stronger, the mirage knows that he can break through to the saint realm after a little retreat. The problem is that the Saint Realm is not very useful, facing the strongest is a death anyway.
　　Moreover, the Saint Realm will inevitably cut its own avenue into the chaotic sea of ​​dao rules, and can hide in the illusion, but its own avenue will inevitably attract the attention of the strongest.
　　 He was afraid of death, and even more afraid of being caught by the strongest and made a "favor", and then had to work hard to destroy the tangible world again and again.
　　 For Mirage Dragon in today's situation, although the soul is controlled by Yang Jian, life is unexpectedly comfortable.
　　 Everywhere, there are people who respectfully say and call seniors. Yang Jian himself also shouted from seniors. During the last war, he took off before the battle... Well, he regretted not being able to appear on the stage, and Yang Jian did not blame it.
　　 This old man now, as long as he feels comfortable, he will sprinkle some spiritual treasures and magic methods out at the place of sword testing, and let these cultivating monks burn incense and worship him.
　　I'm in a bad mood. See which little guy has an unstable foundation, and let the Shaman Phantom take care of them. After a while, I will feel comfortable again...
　　 If you have to say what the flaws are...
　　 Probably, it is only difficult to add incense to the mirage clan. After all, since the Eternal Kingdom of God era, the mirage clan seems to be the only one left behind.
　　 When I think of this, Senior Mirage feels a little gloomy.
　　 With his old eyes rolled, he caught a glimpse of a pig demon fighting against the evil spirit in the eighteenth level. Senior Mirage snorted and flew over.
　　 This guy is actually a little more handsome than the old man, he is asking for trouble!
　　 The mirage dragon pointed his finger, the former Tianhe Water Army General Marshal, who had already had the upper hand, grunted, and suddenly felt the pressure suddenly increase.
　　 He fixed his eyes and saw a little blood in the eyes of the evil spirit, and he roared and rushed forward.
　　 was taken first, the Marshal Canopy ran away, but he was very decisive...
　　 After a while, the bruised canopy was sent out of the moving circle, and several familiar heavenly generals around him suddenly cheered.
　　 Somewhere in the corner that the canopy can't see, a certain old man shook his head for a while, and floated away with his hands on his back, continuing to patrol his illusion.
　　 I hope that World War II will not come too early. There will be more primordial monks who come in this illusion to accompany him, the old man.
　　 It's a pity that the mirage also knew the urgency of the situation at this time.
　　Because it can be judged from Yang Jian's complexion that the next war should not be far away.
　　……
　　 "All armies maintain a big formation! Don't go out! First use the formation to resist the first wave of these ghosts!"
　　 In a great world, ghosts roar in the sky, millions of monks are arranged in a large array, and gossip shapes are arranged between the heaven and the earth, and the immortal powers of all parties are continuously inputting the surroundings of the large array.
　　 The whistling ghost image is like a moth to the fire, the remnant soul of the collision is shattered, but it can't shake the big array.
　　 Lei Zhenzi spread the wind and thunder wings, and slowly flew to the top of the large array. His body was wrapped in blue thunder light, and the thunder light was flowing like water waves.
　　The dark golden long stick in his hand suddenly lifted high, and shouted at the layers of dark clouds that filled the sky: "Sky Thunder Array!"
　　 There was a bang, and the whole world seemed to tremble a little with the sound of thunder.
　　 Then I saw that above the dark clouds, one place after another was lit up; Wen Zhong rode Mo Qilin across the sky, and the flag in his hand was exhausted.
　　 Wenzhong yelled: "Leibu is listening!"
　　 "No!"
　　 A loud voice flew over the ghost army.
　　 Lei Zhenzi suddenly opened his eyes, and the dark golden stick slammed at the front!
　　 Wenzhong from the sky shouted: "Thunder!"
　　 In the next instant, thunder surged between heaven and earth, and millions of blue, white, red and blue thunder fell like a curtain of beads!
Lei Zhenzi swung that stick and turned into a thousand-mile-long Thunder Dragon. The Thunder Dragon roared and roared, resembling a living creature, with the speed of thunder, and almost instantly swept away the ghost army around the gossip array. ~EbookFREE.me~ and then quickly swept across the field, directly swept away the ghost that was slashed by the sky thunder but not annihilated!
　　 After a while, the thunder finally extinguished and the dark clouds disappeared.
　　 Heavenly Court Lei Bu Zhengshen will lead his troops back to the army, Wen Zhong hurried back with Mo Qilin, and organized the army to continue preparing for the next great world.
　　 Their vanguard army, because of the existence of Lei Zhenzi and Leibu Zhengshen, is regarded as the nemesis of this endless ghost army, so they took the initiative to take over the responsibility of recovering more of the world, and the overall progress of the other two armies was on par.
　　 Lei Zhenzi seemed to have some sentiment, waving his wind and thunder wings and landing on a mountain peak, looking around.
　　 Everything is dead, and there is no more life.
　　 But I can still see a touch of green in some corners, as if it is a sign that this world is not dead.
　　 Heaven and earth aura gradually began to regain clarity, Lei Zhenzi took out a stone in his arms and placed it on the ground, then knelt there and began to mutter something in a low voice.
　　 Not long after, a round of red sun flew from the east sky, like a golden crow spreading its wings, and soon flew to the western sky dome corresponding to this moment, and hung there.
　　 The monks cheered and cheered, Lei Zhenzi couldn't help but chuckle.
　　 The power of Heaven's Dao seems to be stronger than before.
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