In those years, the cultivators we cut together

early morning

The first ray of sunlight was like a long sword, breaking through the dull night and illuminating the devastated battlefield.

In the Temple of Yezhi, which was full of ruins, Ye Qingluan, with disheveled hair, was leaning on a mace, while supporting his exhausted body, while looking at the dead Tianzhu Yuanying under his feet.

Not far from her, Luo Zhong, the head of the Dragon Sect covered in blood, was sitting panting, leaning against a wall full of cracks. The broken corpse of the Nascent Soul, the boss with wide-eyed eyes.

"Leader Ye is mighty, and women don't give in to men." Luo Zhong praised with a smile as he wiped off his sweat.

"Master Luo is polite." Ye Qingluan raised her head proudly, but she lost her strength before she was proud enough, and finally sat down uncontrollably, unable to get up anymore.

In another place, in a temple named Lotus Temple, Zen Master Wuxin walked out holding the gate of the temple. Behind him were the novice Buddhas of the two sects of the Lotus Temple and the Vishnu Temple. At this moment, these novice monks all had dull faces.

Among them, the host of the Lotus Temple looked at Wuxin's back and couldn't help but shed tears.

In front of all the novice disciples, this old monk burst into tears and wailed loudly. While crying, he murmured in Sanskrit:

"Why, why did the Buddha come out of the east!"

In the temple, Polopo, the abbot of the Vishnu Temple, sat in a daze in the corner, his pupils were dilated, and he no longer had the previous spirit and pride. He seemed to be stupid.

Seeing the two strongest monks in Tianzhu like this, the other novice monks said nothing, but looked at the Shenzhou monk outside the temple in unison.

After a long time, they nodded and said, "My Buddha is merciful."

Wuxin at the door heard it, he turned his head, raised his palms at the monks, and smiled modestly:

"I am merciful."

This battle is almost over here. The Nascent Soul of Tianzhu is dying like crazy, and the outer battle has come to an end. Although Shenzhou has also killed and injured many people, but fortunately, no one in the Nascent Soul Realm has fallen. Except for the fact that the head of Shushan was seriously injured by the blow from heaven and man, it can almost be said to be a big victory!

In the battlefield, the Shenzhou teenagers heard the news of victory from the front line one after another, cheering one by one. They were exhausted physically and mentally after a night of fierce fighting. After learning of the victory, many of them sat on the ground directly, and joined their partners beside them. Share your achievements.

They didn't kill all the remaining Tianzhu monks, but considering the current Tianzhu's damage, they were completely injured. There were only two monks left in the Nascent Soul Realm, one was crazy and the other was admiring, and the other Nascent Souls were all lost. Dan Zhuji and other core forces were also killed more than half, and it would be impossible to recover within a hundred years.

"Zen Master Wuxin, I killed at least a few hundred people today. I haven't seen you for a long time, is it a lot better?"

Lin Xiaolu pulled Zen Master Wuxin whom he hadn't seen for a long time and said with a smile: "It's a pity that Wugou is not here, otherwise he would definitely fall in love with the five bodies I admire."

After a night of discussing the Dharma, Wuxin, who was still a little weak, looked at the energetic young man in front of him, first smiled kindly, and then ordered:

"Fawn benefactor, you can't be proud of killing people."

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded obediently.

Seeing that he was obedient, Zen Master Wuxin laughed and patted him on the shoulder:

"It's something to be proud of, though."

"Haha" Lin Xiaolu smiled openly.

Soon, the three masters and Zen Master Wuxin met, and the disciples also counted the results of the battle one after another.

Compared with Tianzhu, the number of deaths in Shenzhou is indeed relatively small, but when the specific figures came out, it still shocked everyone.

Both monsters and people in Shenzhou sacrificed, among which monsters died the most, with a number of over ten thousand, and monks sacrificed more than a hundred people.

At noon, Wuxin chanted sutras for all the victims. People saw the souls of all the victims, including Tianzhu people, animals, and Shenzhou people.

This scene was undoubtedly sad. When they saw those faces again, many people couldn't help but blush.

Lin Xiaolu, who was hugging Shuai Shuaiya and Xiao Yuer, even saw Zhao Xuanyi, the elder whom he hated the most, wailing at the ghost of a young man. If I can protect you well.

That young man Lin Xiaolu also met, one of the disciples of Jiuying's lineage, who hadn't had much communication before, but he felt a little uncomfortable seeing this scene.

In the arena, whether it was Ye Qingluan, Luo Zhongze, or Situ Zhong, they couldn't help but feel a little touched when they saw this scene. They led many young people to pay respects to these heroic sacrificed souls.

"Zen Master Wuxin, will those dead people and animals be reincarnated?" After bowing, Lin Xiaolu asked Wuxin beside him.

"Yes, Deer Benefactor."

Zen Master Wuxin clasped his palms together, smiled slightly and said:

"No one will really die. Even if he leaves this world, there will be an identical him in another world."

"Then in another world, will there be me?"

"Of course, like Elder Zhao's beloved disciple." Zen Master Wuxin said with a smile:

"He just left his master for a short time, but in another world, he will be thinking about Elder Zhao happily."

Lin Xiaolu heard the words, looked at the dead souls gradually dissipating in the sky, thought of Uncle Zhang Yong, and thought of Xiao Shuanzi.

After a long time, he wiped the corners of his eyes and waved his hands to those brave souls in the sky.

We will see you again!

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Bad news can sometimes feel very sudden.

For example, the sudden death of a relative, or suddenly learning from a doctor that one has a serious illness.

Like this kind of bad news, people's first reaction after hearing it is often not fear, but a kind of ignorance, a kind of ignorance of emptying the brain, and at the same time it will be accompanied by a very unreal feeling. At present, Ye Qingluan is like this feeling.

In the middle of the night, as soon as Ye Qingluan returned to Emei with his disciples, he immediately received a series of bad news.

Southern Xinjiang was captured by foreign monks, and has been beaten to Kunlun Mountain!

Maoshan was captured by an unborn ghost cultivator!

Quanzhen and Guixiu are in a bitter battle!

Datang was invaded by Dongying monks, and asked for help from Emei!

And most importantly... the stinky junior brother is gone!

A series of bad news made Ye Qingluan, who was not smart at all, stunned.

At this moment, she was sitting in the cave on the top of the Star Picking Peak, looking at the group of Star Picking disciples in front of her, she said with a dull expression:

"I can't contact Mingru with my spiritual sense, he...is gone."

In the cave, Li Yaoxi, Li Miaoxin, Lin Xiaolu, Xiao Yuer, Ah Yi, Ah He and others were all there.

Li Miaoxin also looked anxious, and once again looked at the girl in white:

"Ahe, you have been in the courtyard these two days, haven't you seen Master?"

"No."

Ah He's face was pale, his eyes were lost and he said: "I have been practicing in the courtyard, I don't know where Master has gone."

"Could Master have gone out for a trip?" Ah Yi wondered: "The last time I asked Master a question, I saw Master reading a book while talking to himself, saying that he wanted to find an opportunity to go down the mountain to practice, Do you think Master will travel down the mountain?"