early morning
The first ray of sunlight was like a long sword, breaking through the dull night and illuminating the devastated battlefield.
In the Yeshi Temple with ruins everywhere, the disheveled Ye Qingluan was holding a mace, supporting his exhausted body while looking at the dead Tianzhu Nascent Soul at his feet.
Not far away from her, Luo Zhongze, the leader of the Dragon Gate covered in blood, sat panting, leaning on a cracked wall. Opposite him, there was also a man sitting opposite who leaned against the wall, his throat bone The broken Nascent Soul corpse, the boss's eyes widened.
"Headmaster Ye is so powerful that women are not inferior to men." Luo Zhongze wiped his sweat and praised with a smile.
"Master Luo, you're welcome." Ye Qingluan raised her head proudly, but before she could feel proud, she lost all her strength, and finally sat down uncontrollably, unable to get up anymore.
Elsewhere, in a temple called Lotus Temple, Zen Master Wu Xin walked out holding the temple door. Behind him were the novice monks of the two major sects, Lotus Temple and Vishnu Temple. At this moment, these novices all had dull faces.
Among them, the abbot of Lotus Temple couldn't help but shed tears when he looked at Wu Xin's leaving figure.
This old monk burst into tears in front of all the novice disciples and howled loudly. While crying, he murmured in Sanskrit:
"Why, why did the Buddha come out of the east!"
In the temple, Parapo, the abbot of the Vishnu Temple, sat in a corner in a daze, his pupils dilated, and he no longer had the previous energy and pride. He seemed to be stupid.
Seeing the two most powerful monks in Tianzhu acting like this, the other novice monks were speechless and all looked at the Chinese monks outside the temple.
After a long while, they nodded and said, "My Buddha is compassionate."
Wuxin at the door heard it. He turned his head, raised his palms to the monks, and smiled modestly:
"I am compassionate."
The battle is almost over here. Tianzhu's Nascent Soul is dying like crazy, and the peripheral battle has also come to an end. Although many people have been killed and injured in Shenzhou, fortunately, no one in the Nascent Soul Realm has died. 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 great victory!
On the battlefield, the Chinese teenagers heard the news of victory from the front one after another, and they cheered loudly. They were exhausted physically and mentally after fighting fiercely all night. After learning of the victory, many of them sat on the ground directly, with their partners beside them. Share your achievements.
They did not kill all the remaining Tianzhu monks, but considering the current damage to Tianzhu, their vitality was completely damaged. There were only two monks left in the Nascent Soul Realm, one was crazy and the other was in awe. The other Nascent Souls all fell, and the result was that More than half of the backbone forces such as Dan Zhuji were also killed, and it would be impossible to recover without a hundred years.
"Master Wu Xin, I killed at least hundreds of people today. Have you become more powerful after not seeing me for a long time?"
Lin Xiaolu pulled Zen Master Wu Xin, whom he had not seen for a long time, and smiled: "It's a pity that Wu Gu is not here, otherwise he would definitely be in awe of my admiration."
After a night of discussing the law, Wuxin, who was still a little weak now, looked at the energetic young man in front of him. He smiled kindly at first, and then said:
"Little deer donor, you can't be proud of killing people."
Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, then nodded obediently.
Seeing that he was obedient, Master Wuxin laughed and patted his shoulder:
"But the victory is still something to be proud of."
"Haha" Lin Xiaolu smiled happily.
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 death toll in China was indeed relatively small, but when the specific numbers came out, it still shocked everyone.
Both monsters and people in China have sacrificed their lives. Among them, the monsters have suffered the most deaths, numbering over 10,000, while the monks have sacrificed more than a hundred people.
At noon, Wu Xin chanted sutras for all the victims and people saw the souls of all the victims, including people from Tianzhu, animals, and people from China.
This scene was undoubtedly sad. When they saw those faces again, many people couldn't help but have red circles in their eyes.
Lin Xiaolu, who was holding Handsome Duck and holding Xiao Yu'er, even saw his most hated elder, Zhao Xuanyi, howling at the soul of a young boy. During this period, he kept slapping himself in the face and shouting that the master was wrong and there was nothing wrong. I can protect you and so on.
Lin Xiaolu had also seen that young man, one of the disciples of the Jiuying lineage. He had not had much communication before, but he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw this scene.
In the field, whether it was Ye Qingluan, Luo Zhongze, or Situ Zhong, they couldn't help but feel emotional when they saw this scene. They led many young people to pay homage to the souls of these heroic sacrifices.
"Master Wu Xin, will those dead people and animals be reincarnated?" After bowing, Lin Xiaolu asked Wu Xin beside him.
"Yes, little deer donor."
Zen Master Wu Xin put his palms together and smiled softly:
"No one will truly die. Even if he leaves this world, there will be someone exactly like him in the other world."
"Then in another world, will there be me?"
"Of course, just like Elder Zhao's beloved disciple." Zen Master Wuxin said with a smile:
"He only left his master for a short time, but in another world, he will be happy and thinking about Elder Zhao."
When Lin Xiaolu heard this, he looked at the souls gradually dissipating in the sky, and thought of Uncle Zhang Yong and Xiao Shuanzi.
After a long while, he wiped the corners of his eyes and waved his hands to the brave souls in the sky.
We'll see you soon!
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Bad news can sometimes feel very sudden.
For example, a relative dies suddenly, or suddenly learns from a doctor that he is seriously ill.
When people hear bad news like this, their first reaction is often not fear, but a kind of confusion, a kind of brain-emptying confusion, which is also accompanied by an extremely unreal feeling. And currently, Ye Qingluan is like this a feeling.
Late at night, as soon as Ye Qingluan and his disciples returned to Emei, they immediately received a series of bad news.
Southern Xinjiang was captured by foreign monks, and they have now been beaten to the Kunlun Mountains!
Maoshan was captured by unborn ghost cultivators!
Quanzhen and Guixiu are in a bitter fight!
The Tang Dynasty was invaded by Japanese monks and asked Emei for help!
And the most important thing is... the smelly junior brother is missing!
A series of bad news made Ye Qingluan, who was not smart at all, confused.
At this moment, she was sitting in the cave at the top of Star Reaching Peak, looking at the Star Reaching disciples in front of her, and said with a dull expression:
"My consciousness cannot contact Mingru, he...is missing."
In the cave, Li Yaoxi, Li Miaoxin, Lin Xiaolu, Xiao Yuer, Ayi, Ahe and others were all there.
Li Miaoxin also looked anxious and looked at the girl in white again:
"Ahe, haven't you seen Master in the courtyard these past two days?"
"No."
Ahe's face was pale and his eyes were blank as he said, "I have been practicing in the yard and I don't know where Master has gone."
"Is Master going on a trip?" Ah Yi asked doubtfully, "The last time I asked Master a question, I saw Master reading a book and talking to himself about finding opportunities to go down the mountain to practice. Do you think Master will go down the mountain to travel?"
