Jiang Wang used his immortal thoughts to release all the memories about Rao Bingzhang, although he knew that this would definitely arouse Jiang Mengxiong's rage.
If you raise an army in anger, a wise man will not take it.
But what qualifications does he have to prevent Jiang Mengxiong from knowing about Rao Bingzhang's thirteen years of struggle in the demon world? What reason did he have to let Rao Bingzhang's pain be silent in heaven and earth?
Thirteen years ago, Jiang Mengxiong came to the demon world and only brought back a Shaohua Spear.
Today, thirteen years later, he learned that Rao Bingzhang had been tortured in the demon world for thirteen years. You will endure hardships until death, and you will have "three thoughts" until you die.
Perhaps it was a godly monk who had been alone for nearly half a year and was able to escape from the hinterland of the demon clan. This news was so touching.
Or maybe the opening of the Shenxiao world has indeed opened the shackles of the demon clan and touched the gods of the human race.
through.
At such a moment, the human and male tribes continue to increase their intensity. The True Monarch of Heavenly Demons keeps coming, and I will appear on stage after you sing.
For example, Gu Nanshan Cicada Fayuan and Black Lotus Temple Monkey King Xingkong have already retreated in the battle of Starry Vault.
For example, Wu Daoyou, the North Heavenly Master of Jing Kingdom, who came in urgently, Lv Yandu, the arrogant governor of Jing Kingdom, and Yu Wenguo, the true king of Mu Kingdom, who was already on duty to garrison Suiming City.
But no matter what kind of supreme power he is, he can't cover up Jiang Mengxiong at this moment. He clenched his fists in front of the Demon Clan Nantian City.
The pair of finger-tiger fingers, which are famous all over the world, are well worn on his hands. As soon as the overthrown army was grasped, the sky and the earth were darkened.
The entire Wunan battlefield was shrouded in his shadow. He is the unparalleled God of War, with black weapons rolling thousands of miles, like a dragon or a tiger, like a forest of wars shaking, like a drum of millions of troops.
The killing general is grasped, and the gods and ghosts cry sadly.
Countless dead souls of powerful men howled under his fingers!
Such fists have killed the king of a country, the generals of the Zhu Kingdom, the heavenly demon, the emperor, and the heavenly demon!
Jiang Mengxiong will not kill unknown people with his fists.
Strike from south to north, strike from east to west, strike from this world to the heavens. His fists are unique to heaven and earth, and his fists are like hell.
There was no expression on his face at this time, not even anger. There is no such thing as Rao Bingzhang in the world.
There is no self in the world.
Nothing exists except the fist. Only fists!
Today there are no more true kings than heavenly demons.
But Jiang Mengxiong was the first to strike, punching seven heavenly demons at the same time alone! Who else can be worthy of that title except the Ape Immortal Court in golden armor and red robes?
Large tracts of space collapsed, the order of time and space was shattered, all laws were not allowed to exist, and the Yuan Power tens of thousands of miles around was wiped out! Jiang Mengxiong stopped talking, but his fists hit the sky and cracked the earth, constantly ringing out a name.
"Tiger is too old! Tiger is too old!"
If I don’t see blood today, I will have no peace of mind in this life! You have to think twice.
Why don't I miss you as a teacher... Thirteen years!
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On the side of the demon clan, there are Shi Anxuan, Qi Guanying, Yuan Xianting, Lu Ximing, Xuan Nangong, Cicada Fayuan, and Qixing Kong. On the human side, Jiang Mengxiong, Qin Changsheng, Zuo Xiao, Wu Daoyou, Lu Yandu, and Yu Wenguo.
A total of thirteen extremely powerful men from the two clans started fighting on the Wunan battlefield. This may be a preview of the Shenxiao War.
By this time, the news of the opening of the world of Shenxiao had been known to the top leaders of the human race.
The human race had to accept the fact that it needed to build a new line of defense. This will inevitably affect the entire world and the human race's attitude towards all worlds.
Today's scene may be regarded as a baseline for the demon clan.
Such a terrifying battle is no longer something that can be easily intervened by the army. Wenren Shen hurriedly withdrew his troops.
Even a powerful real person like Ku Jue, who had shown off his power just now, had no choice but to run away with his precious disciple.
Jiang Wangshang rested behind Mr. Zuo. His whole body was no longer tense, and he was as relaxed as a young man riding a car on the flower street, watching the battle between the top players.
Although he was surviving a disaster and was covered in blood, he still managed to tie up his long hair with a hairband. Slowly controlling the Ruyi Immortal Clothes and cleaning itself.
In these five months, he has fought and failed again and again, tried again and again, despaired again and again, and moved forward again and again.
It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t stop, it doesn’t let go.
He has been on the verge of death countless times in the world of Shenxiao, and he is so strong that he is like a symbol called "Strong" rather than a specific person. As if I don’t know pain, suffering, or giving up, as if I can bear it all!
But how can one bear it all?
He is just a twenty-two-year-old young man.
It was just because he was in the hinterland of the Demon Clan at that time and knew that he had no one to rely on! Until now....
The true kings of the human race are coming one after another.
Senior Guan Yan, who was like a teacher and a friend, escorted him all the way. Kujue, who treated himself like a nephew, split his throat in anger at Mengchen. The Great Qi Army Divine Fist Wen Tianyao, which is like a Dinghai Divine Needle. Duke Huai, who treated him like his own grandson, stood in front of him.
He could finally relax and even think about sprucing up his appearance a little.
Although....exhaustion is coming like a tide. His brain was dizzy in circles, every muscle in his body was begging to relax, every Dao Yuan was silent, and every ounce of blood was too lazy to surge.
Suddenly the back of his neck tightened.
His body was subconsciously alert, and his right hand instinctively held the sword, then relaxed in front of the familiar breath. Just like this, Ku Jue grabbed the back of his neck and evacuated all the way towards Wu'an City.
The battle between Jue Ding broke out behind them. Boundless clouds sway across the sky, and flames soar into the sky.
Jiang Wang deliberately asked the yellow-faced old monk to adjust his posture. The majestic Marquis Qi Wu'an was being held up by his neck and led away, which was really not very decent. But the speed of the old monk was extraordinary. Before he could speak, he had already entered the city and was thrown on a huge and soft bed.
Incense was lit on the stove, and there was a formation diagram above the head. There is a faint fragrance, and the array patterns are glowing.
He poured a bowl of medicine into his mouth without thinking.
"Don't think about anything, just have a good sleep first." It was rare for the old monk Kujue to speak so gently, and his voice contained the power of concentration and nourishment.
This response process was so comfortable that Jiang Wang's consciousness became hazy.
But before he fell asleep, he suddenly woke up. He reluctantly raised his left hand, letting Ku Jie see the copper bell tied on his wrist: "Senior
Ku Jue's eyes suddenly lit up, he took the bronze bell in his hand, looked left and right, grinning to the back of his ears: "You kid... forget it when you come back, you still want to bring a gift to Master! This, how can I praise you as a teacher!"
this thing
"I like it, my teacher likes it very much!"
Jiang Wang reluctantly said: "This thing from Mount Sumeru has been sacrificed by generations of Zen masters in order to return it. I am also relying on it to survive. If you can help me, please send it back to Mount Sumeru so that it can return to its original owner and comfort Zen Master Xingnian's soul in heaven."
"What is something from Mount Sumeru! What does it have to do with Mount Sumeru!" Kujue jumped to his feet anxiously: "This thing in your hand belongs to your master! You stupid-"
His high voice fell instantly.
Because Jiang Wang, who was lying on the bed, had closed his eyes and fell into an extremely deep sleep. I have been living in the hinterland of the demon clan for nearly half a year, and I haven’t dared to sleep a single breath!
The yellow-faced old monk beside the bed sighed: "Good boy!"
Before Jiang Wang fell asleep, he handed the Zhiwen Bell to Ku Jue. Of course, he let the most trusted person keep the most precious thing.
But he still remembers that Ku Jue repeatedly told him that he would take him as a peerless disciple and go to Mount Xumi to show off his power.
He Kujue took the bell and sent it back to Mount Sumeru. What bald donkey would dare not to show respect to him?
Before, he was just walking sideways in the Xuankong Temple, so why not roll around on Mount Sumeru?
Jiang Wang always said that there was nothing he could do to repay him, but he wanted to repay him with the most precious Buddhist fate in the world! Good boy, good boy....
If it weren't for the heavy weight on his shoulders and the deep color of his blood, he should be a glass Buddha with a pure heart!
"Great kindness is like enmity. How can I, the future leader of the Hanging Temple, let the bald donkey of Mount Xumi owe me so much?" Ku Jue shook his head, tied the small copper bell back to Jiang Wang's wrist, and looked after himself. He said sincerely: "Just owe me your apprenticeship."
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He smoothed Jiang Wang's hair and said softly: "Master will make a list for you later and tell you what good things there are in Mount Xumi. You choose according to the list, so don't suffer a loss."
He laughed happily again: "Yongde, Yongde, please bow your head when you see me from now on! If you have a good apprenticeship, you don't have to worry about seniority!"
He sat silently by the bed for a while and looked at Jiang Wang silently for a while.
He thought for a while, took off the Zhiwen Bell, put it away for his disciple first, then stood up and said, "Come in."
A nun in green clothes pushed the door open and entered at this moment.
The loose monk's robes cannot hide the stunning figure, and the flowing brows and eyes are naturally full of admiration.
She walked into the inner room with a worried look on her face and politely bowed to Ku Jie: "Master."
Ku Jue's old face stretched unconsciously and smiled, but immediately put away his smile and became solemn and serious. He said in a serious and elderly manner: "You can sit with me for a while, but you are not allowed to move your hands or feet."
Yuzhen obediently lowered his eyes and said, "Master, I am not that kind of person."
Kujue then threw off his monk's robe and walked out of the house gracefully, leaving only a majestic figure behind them. How long has he been looking for an apprentice in the demon world? How long has this little nun from Xiyue Temple been chanting sutras in Wu'an City?
Since ancient times, apprentices have followed their masters. It is difficult to cut off the earthly ties, but they are very charming.
But no matter what the fate is, whether there is a future or not, they should still be given a moment to get along with each other. For nothing else.
Just for the New Year of the year 3922 in the Taoist calendar, they are all here, as one person. A good man returns home.
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The sky monument is snowy and the wind is strong.
In the cave, Zishu blinked his big eyes: "Senior Sister, what's wrong with Senior Brother Xu? It keeps shining!"
The high disciple of Qingya Academy, who had been sent home by the Winter Emperor earlier, was lying on his back on the ground wrapped in a blanket, with colorful lights flowing all over his body, looking indescribably glitzy.
Zhao Wuyan was meditating next to him, took a look at him, and said, "Ten years of studying have made me embroider gold thread into a brocade blouse. This is a reflection of his wish, and he has great fortune."
Zishu was speechless and said, "What kind of wish is this?"
Zhao Wuyan looked away and continued his practice: "Who knows?" -
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Jiang Wang couldn't remember how long he slept. All I know is that it was a very deep sleep, and a very relaxing dream. After waking up, every part of my body felt uncomfortable.
When he opened his eyes dimly, he saw a large, densely packed face in front of him. All kinds of eyes, noses, and mouths are squeezed together.
"woke up!"
"He's awake!"
"This boy!"
He shrank back in shock and reached for the sword.
Only then did he suddenly realize who these familiar facial features belonged to. But Wuyangyang's people were already pressing on him.
The strong popularity filled his breath.
Some held his hand tightly, some grabbed his face, some beat his chest, and some slapped his thigh hard.
Chong Xuansheng, Li Fengyao, Li Longchuan, Jiang Wuyou, Yan Fu, Zhao Rucheng, Zuo Guangshu... the room was packed.
Only then did Jiang Wang truly feel what "living" meant. So fresh, so powerful, so full of life! "Who pinched my ass!"
Jiang Wang shouted, and everyone in front of the bed suddenly dispersed. Standing or sitting in an instant, each one is dignified.
Of course, no one was willing to admit that he pinched Wu'an Hou Zun's buttocks.
Lord Jiang had not regained his spiritual consciousness, so he had to endure it and asked reluctantly: "How is it outside?"
Amidst everyone's buzzing answers, he realized that he had slept enough for a whole day and a night. The news of his return from the Demon Clan's hinterland has not spread yet.
Those who rushed to the demon world now all learned the news at the moment Yuheng Xingzhao was illuminated. Either there is a real king at home, or there is a channel to get news about the real king.
The Wunan battlefield has officially become a thing of the past.
The life-and-death struggle of thirteen extremely powerful men directly turned the Wunan battlefield into a
Chaos.
For at least a hundred years, Nantian City and Wu'an City can only face each other across chaos, with no possibility of contact. The demon clan's Xuan Nangong was beaten to death, and Shi Shanwen was seriously injured.
On the human side, Lu Yandu and Yu Wenguo were also injured. Among them, Jiang Mengxiong resisted the attacks of several heavenly demons and forcibly beat Duke Xuan Nan to death. He was the most seriously injured.
"Everyone! Everyone! Listen to me!"
The prosperous Bowang Hou called loudly in front of the bed: "Everyone has looked and touched, Jiang Qingyang is indeed intact. But he finally came back, should we let him rest for a while and don't continue to disturb him?" ?」
This was a mature saying, and everyone walked out reluctantly.
Zhao Rucheng walked to the door and suddenly became alert: "This is reasonable, but why don't you leave?"
Chongxuan Sheng rolled up his long sleeves and said matter-of-factly: "Tonight we have to sleep together so that I can take care of him nearby."
Zhao Rucheng was furious and pushed back: "This is my third brother, why should I sleep with you!" Zuo Guangshu also shouted anxiously: "He is my sworn brother, we must fight together!"
It was Bai Yuxia who came out to smooth things over: "My prince only has one pair of feet, how can he stand up to so many people? You might as well go back first, and then come to the door one by one after my prince has rested!"
Snapped!
Marquis Wu'an of Daqi broke the tea cup on the bedside: "Bai Yuxia, what the hell are you talking about! What kind of door do you come to! What do you think of me!"
Everyone laughed and dispersed, and the noisy room soon fell silent.
Bai Yuxia sent everyone away, walked in, silently swept away the broken lamp, and said, "Miss Ye from Lingxiao Pavilion comes to Wu'an City every seven days. She happened to leave the day before you came back and didn't catch up. "
Marquis Wu An didn't say anything, so he continued to talk: "I think Miss Ye really cares about you, and she also takes good care of your brothers. Everyone in our guard team gave us an inner armor and a puppet. , three life-saving talisman seals..."
Seeing that Jiang Wang seemed to be asleep, he couldn't help but raise his voice: "Master Marquis?" Jiang Wang closed his eyes slightly and said softly: "I understand."
Bai Yuxia also opened the door and went out.
The room was so quiet that you could hear the flickering of candles.
Jiang Wang suddenly thought of something at this time. He groped in the storage box and took out a piece of light cyan rolled paper tied with cloud thread.
Touching the cloud line lightly, the roll of paper spreads out in front of you.
The beautiful handwriting on it appears line by line and disappears line by line.
What was once so far away now seems to be no longer visible, and they are gathered together anxiously——
Are you there?
Is it safe?
Is it cold?
Craving food?
How is the scenery in the demon world?
Where have you been?
Don’t think about it.
I will take good care of An An.
Don’t think about it.
Everything remains the same.
Don’t think about it.
My old friend is well.
You don’t think about it, and I don’t think about it either.
Ask your Excellency for Taoist advice.
I'm a little confused about swordsmanship, so I'll try to figure it out in my spare time.
Don’t think about it. Don't think about it....
This is the note with the same name given by Ye Qingyu at the Yellow River Meeting.
This is five months and seventeen days, dense and non-stop longing.
