From Hogwarts Re-Being Wesson Wright

"I never cared about this." King Ming shook his head. He had been living so that one day he could contribute his strength to the Fourth Immortal War.

For many years, he worked as a retainer in the Eastern Imperial Court, recuperating and recuperating.

Which country are you from? And which force are they from? Long forgotten.

With his master's family destroyed and all his brothers dead, he has nothing to worry about in this world.

Where is life not living?

Why care about the eyes of secular people.

His remaining wish in this life is to heal the wounds in the martial arts world, break the soul alliance, and let the soul valley sink into the sea.

In this way, death will be peaceful.

He is called Mingwang, which is a prestige created by the Eastern Imperial Court. The Eastern Imperial Court respects him. If it is just a small soul, why is it like this?

The Thunder Beast can be suppressed easily, and the True God can be made afraid to set foot in the Eastern Capital with just a few clicks.

Is it possible for ordinary people to do it?

I have forgotten how many years have passed since he never showed his prowess or strength.

His name, which had disappeared along with Qingdeng Temple, was gradually forgotten.

"Have you given up everything..." Chonglou murmured softly, losing his contempt for the old monk.

He originally thought that after the Qingdeng Temple was destroyed, this old guy would no longer have the fighting spirit, but he never thought that he had been dormant. Was he waiting? What are you waiting for?

Now, has he waited? So, he showed his edge again?

Behind King Ming, the powerful men had complicated expressions.

Among them, there are warriors from the Nangong family. They were actually secretly trained by Tianshu, and they are all in the Yuanshen realm.

There is another group of people, more than a dozen of them, who are directly under Tianshu, headed by three instructors from the Tianshu War Department.

The three masters are spear, sword and halberd.

"They are members of the ancient immortal sect that was destroyed in the immortal war!"

The three instructors are all important forces of Tianshu. They are the three peak gods.

He is also the powerful person who transforms into gods according to Li Xuanshu.

"It turns out that you are Master Mingyuan of Qingdeng Temple!"

The gun owner looked disappointed. If he had known that Prince Ming who had been sitting in the Eastern Imperial Court was Master Mingyuan, he would have paid a visit long ago.

They all thought that everyone in Qingdeng Temple was massacred back then, but they didn't expect that such a strong person would survive.

"Mingyuan...is a thing of the past."

The old monk responded calmly, "Qingdeng Temple has disappeared, and this Dharma name represents only memories and pain."

"King Ming, how long do you think your golden body can hold up?" At this time, gray evil aura emerged from Chonglou's body. Those evil auras were like the power of a god, full of violence and power.

I saw him clenching his hands into fists, gathering endless evil energy, blending his fists and intentions, and suddenly smashed down on the huge golden bell. In the sky, a huge fist shadow erupted with divine light, and hit the golden bell heavily.

clang!

A loud bell rippled, and everyone felt their eardrums trembling, and their consciousness seemed to be shocked.

King Ming closed his eyes, and countless golden lights continued to erupt from his body. His Dharma protected everyone.

Who would have thought that they were strengthening the seal, but Chonglou, the master of Nuhai Mountain who was working with them to strengthen the seal, suddenly made a sneak attack, causing a strong backlash to all of them.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and gathered the Dharma in an instant to protect everyone. Otherwise, it was not clear how many of them would survive the sneak attack on Chonglou.

But in this way, they could not continue to strengthen the seal, and there was a moment when the Dharma could no longer hold up.

Once the Dharma is broken, the injured bodies of these people in the future may not be the opponent of this angry sea mountain.

There are tens of thousands of disciples up and down Nuhai Mountain, all ready to go, ready to unleash the power of the entire sect to bomb them at any time.

In fact, King Ming was also very helpless. He knew that by doing this now, he was just delaying their death, unless someone could know the situation here and send someone to rescue them.

But this place has been shrouded in enchantment, who would know what is going on here?

So there is no possibility of reinforcements.

Reinforcing the seal was originally a secret, so as not to disturb Soul Valley. In the end, who would have thought that Nu Haishan turned out to be a traitor!

"Could it be that my decision is still wrong..."

A figure appeared in King Ming's mind. It was a young man who killed Dongchuan Xuanye on the east facing iron tower.

Dongchuan Xuanye's cultivation level is indeed not high, but his talent is amazing.

The old monk recognized Dongchuan Xuanye, very much!

However, it is also not recognized!

What is recognized is his talent and ambition. Without the help of the ancient immortal sect, he can break into the divine form in his own way in the secular society!

Unfortunately, I went the wrong way.

It would be great if we took the right path...

It must be his fate to die in Qin Yi's hands... the old monk thought in his heart.

boom!

The golden bell dharma image suddenly trembled, and Chonglou's attacks became more and more fierce.

The gun owner sighed: "Master Mingyuan, we are trapped in the Golden Bell and cannot recover our strength. It is better to let us out and fight to the death."

Barriers and golden bells form double isolation.

It makes it impossible for them to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and convert it into vitality. Without vitality, their injuries cannot be cured!

"You can fight if you want, but you have to wait until I die before fighting."

The sword master's expression changed slightly: "Master Mingyuan, if we join forces, there is still a chance!"

The old monk can deal with Chonglou, but there may not be any hope for them to deal with the remaining Nu Haishan Transformed Gods. After all, they are all elites!

King Ming shook his head, no one knew what he was thinking.

The gun owner and others were also very anxious.

It is really frustrating and uncomfortable for them to sit and wait like this!

Boom!

The Golden Bell Dharma Shakes even more.

King Ming's face was also slightly pale, but he was still as motionless as a mountain, unable to sit still.

He clasped his hands together and chanted scriptures in his mouth, constantly soothing his vitality and roaring blood.

Click!

The attacks from Chonglou and other Nu Hai Mountain Transformation Gods fell again, and the skin on King Ming's golden body was like a metal shell, cracking suddenly.

The gun owner and others were worried. They had already mobilized the vitality in their bodies. They might take action at any time!

Once the Dharma image is shattered, they will have to fight for their lives.

"Ugh--"

At this time, the old monk suddenly let out a long sigh and stood up slowly. The golden bell was shaky and about to collapse.

"Everyone, stand up!" The gun master shouted, and all the warriors stood up.

"Get ready to kill the enemy!"

"Yes!"

Everyone cheered in response!

The old monk Ming Wang's body began to collapse, and his physical body was about to collapse, but at this moment, a golden elixir floated out of his body.

When everyone saw this, their expressions changed drastically!

The suspended golden elixir exudes rich vitality!