Is it cool?
Mi Qing and Mi Tian’s answer is of course cool!
There was still some boiling fighting spirit in their eyes, and they told Jun Wuxie how many enemies in the Holy Emperor realm they had killed, and how many half-step Holy Emperors they had killed with one stick.
Especially Mi Tian, who is talking about being beaming and dancing, coupled with the fact that he always likes to use the original form, it makes people laugh.
"Junshen, when will there be another fight?"
Mi Tian rubbed his hands covered with monkey hair, his eyes burning with fighting flames.
"I'm afraid we'll have to wait a while."
After receiving such an answer from Jun Wuxie, Mitian looked disappointed and muttered that it would take so long.
"It's not fun, is it? How about I accompany you to have fun?"
Jun Wuxie seriously stated that she was willing to fight with Mi Tian until he felt satisfied and had no desire to fight anymore.
The monkey hair on Mi Tian's face trembled, and he shrank his neck and became wilted.
It is true that the blood of fighting flows in his body, but this does not mean that he has masochistic tendencies.
He's not a masochist, and he can't do something as sexy as getting beaten for pleasure.
"Junshen, please ignore my brother. This battle has released our long-pent up fighting spirit. We need to retreat for quiet enlightenment, or we may gain new insights into the fighting methods we practice."
"Go ahead, it's better for you to be calm, Miqing."
Jun Wuxie smiled, implying that Mi Tian's temperament was too arrogant.
"Jun Shen!"
General Zhenxi came with his generals. They recovered from the shock and hurriedly came to see him.
What they experienced today was like a dream to them. Even at this moment, they didn't feel real, and they were afraid of waking up suddenly.
The invincible Great Sacrificial Army, which numbered 50 to 60 million people, was completely wiped out. Not a single one of them could escape!
In this battle, on the side of the Jitu Dynasty, no matter whether it was the generals in the Great Ji Army or the strong men of the temple, countless people died!
After leading the army for so many years, he has fought many tough battles and achieved many victories, but such a record is unbelievable in his dreams. Such a battle-loss ratio is too terrible!
The Xuanjia Army's combat power and teamwork were astonishing to him!
With such an army, why should the dynasty worry about being unable to defend itself against the enemy?
And the strength of Junshen shocked and excited him even more!
Such a young Lord God is actually so powerful, and there is a silver-haired Talisman Master behind the dynasty who can kill the most powerful man!
"Have you all seen the bravery of the Xuanjia Army?"
"Returning to the Lord God, I have all seen it! Before this, I never thought that there would be such a perfectly coordinated army in the world!"
"The strength of the Xuanjia Army is not only the cultivation methods and teamwork, but also their spirit and their beliefs! You should study hard in all aspects. After the Xuanjia Army has finished handling the post-war matters, I will allow you to go consult."
"Thank you, Lord!"
General Zhenxi and other generals were immediately extremely excited.
"Go ahead and help clean up the battlefield."
"Obey your divine decree!"
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At the end of dusk, the light between heaven and earth has become very dim. The last ray of light left by the setting sun on the horizon is dark red, like the battlefield outside the city that has turned into a blood mud swamp.
The pungent smell of blood wafted in the evening wind at dusk. Groups of vultures landed on the ground, foraging for food in the blood mud, and making calls from time to time.
Jun Wuxie has been standing on the city wall for a long time, just looking at the battlefield and the disappearing red in the west.
Of course he was not admiring the scenery, but thinking about the strange epidemic in the abyss, he couldn't help but think of Ye Qingxue who traveled against the long river of time and space to the beginningless era.
He hadn't seen her for a long time.
The longer time passed, the less at ease he felt and the more worried he became.
However, even if he has cultivation in the Tao of Talisman, what can he do with the Hunyuan Saint level?
In this universe, in terms of Fu Dao cultivation, he is already a strong man, but such strength is far from her level.
She is no longer the poor little girl who needed his protection.
She has become so powerful that he no longer has the ability to protect her, but needs her to protect him.
Jun Wuxie didn't leave the city wall until it was completely dark. He used his spiritual thoughts to understand the other directions of the Jitu Dynasty's attack.
There, there are many masters from several major sects in Hanzhou hidden among the armies of the major dynasties.
It's just that these masters are just here to die.
He has already made arrangements, so there is no need to worry.
Those dynasty armies suffered heavy casualties in the first day of the siege and paid a huge price. Now they have withdrawn and are stationed outside the buffer zone to rest.
"Within a few months, the army of the Jitu Dynasty should not invade again."
Jun Wuxie muttered to himself and used his spiritual thoughts to give explanations to the generals before entering the Eight-Nine Mysterious Hall.
He looked at Master Mu Ciyin. Her situation was now very stable and there was no possibility of an accident. It just took time.
Then he went to Jingya, in that valley.
"You have something on your mind."
Jingya was very happy to see him and ran towards him gracefully, but the smile on her intellectual and beautiful face gradually disappeared and she frowned slightly.
"Can I talk to Aunt Jing?"
She rarely saw him with such an expression, and she could feel that he was thinking very deeply.
He had such a performance only when the apocalyptic torrent in the lower world was approaching.
Jun Wuxie shook his head slightly. There were some things he didn't know how to say, and whether it was about the abyss plague that caused a strong reaction in his chaotic bloodline, or about Ye Qingxue, he didn't think he should tell Jing Ya at the moment. .
Of course it wasn't that he didn't believe her so he didn't want to tell her his secrets, but these things were not trivial and he didn't want her to worry about him.
"But Aunt Jing will be worried if you do this."
Jingya's eyes were gentle, her brows affectionate, she gently touched his face, her eyes were a little blurry.
"It's not a big deal, I'm just thinking about the future development of the dynasty. Fallen World will definitely continue to target and instigate more dynasties to besiege."
"Is this really what happened?"
Jingya didn’t quite believe it.
Hearing this, the corners of Jun Wuxie's mouth slightly raised, with a touch of domineering and evil, "What? My Aunt Jing is not good? Do you even question your man's words?"
"You know that Aunt Jing is not like this. Isn't Aunt Jing good enough in front of you?"
Jingya leaned forward and leaned her soft body in his arms, her face close to his broad and strong chest, a pair of lotus arms also wrapped around his waist, and she snuggled into his arms like a bird.
In fact, she always acted like a little woman in front of him, gentle, considerate, and considerate.
Jun Wuxie kissed her hair, and then pulled her into the hut by the lake.
Jingya's face was a little shy, but also a little expectant. Her eyes were almost dripping with water at this moment, and her eyes were rippling.
After Jun Wuxie entered the room, he sat down cross-legged on the bed, as if he had fallen into trance.
Jingya was slightly startled, she had misunderstood, and her face turned even redder. She covered her cheeks with her hands, which were burning hot.
At this moment, Jun Wuxie's soul had already entered the Eternal Life Temple and was walking towards Zhenyu Tower.
Of course, when he came in this time, he wanted to talk to Suzaku about the abyssal plague.
