"Master......"

At the gate of the sage's courtyard, Zixia, who had been wandering here, saw Yang Jian's figure coming from the sky, and hurriedly greeted him.

She wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask, so she could only secretly look at her master's eyebrows, and her little hand holding Yang Jian's little hand stiffened slightly.

I guess I didn't find it.

"Master, the light spirit fairy Jiren has his own natural appearance......"

Yang Jian's eyes crossed a little struggle, "Maybe there is still a chance to save, let's go in first." ”

Zixia responded obediently, she was not a few masters, and she didn't dare to say anything at this time, so she had to be careful to accompany her master.

If the master can complain to her or confide in her, he will not be an apprentice in vain.

After entering the small courtyard, Yang Jian said: "She should still be alive." ”

Several saints fell silent and did not say a word for a long time.

Zixia suddenly understood why the master was struggling so much at this time, so that there was a little pain in her eyes......

For this Wen Qingling, in the heart of the master, it should be regarded as an old friend, for so many years, the master has been rare in addition to Nezha's uncles, and the master must be very concerned about the life and death of the light spirit fairy.

At this time, the master said that the light spirit was not dead, so naturally the master found some clues, and for the master himself, he should be relieved and a little happy.

But for the flood wilderness and the creatures of the flood wilderness, it also means that the threat of the second supreme power still exists, and it may even be that the supreme powerhouse of Wen Qingling's predecessor has suppressed the light spirit of the primordial spirit.

Thinking of this, Zixia couldn't help but whisper: "Master, no one can complain about you, don't feel guilty." ”

Yang Jian turned his head and smiled at Zixia, and then his eyes showed a little surprise, and he didn't say anything more.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, Tianyan Daozi and Tongtian Sect Master came side by side, and the two of them also shook their heads with ugly faces, and then each returned to their respective futons.

Quoting the saint: "The matter of counteroffensive ......"

"It's still going on, we have no way out," Tianyan Daozi shook the front of his robe, "And according to the strategy we set before, if we can defeat Xumo before the second strongest person makes a move, we are not without the strength to fight." ”

"I'm going to retreat," Yang Jian stood up and walked towards Tianyan Daozi.

The Chaos Clock appeared, Yang Jian nodded lightly to Bai Ze, and then stepped into the Chaos Clock.

Although Zixia wanted to follow along to comfort the master, she didn't dare to disturb the master's cultivation, so she could only stand there stunned for a while.

Bai Zeyan said: "Saints, if it's okay, I'll go back to retreat." ”

Yuan Shi Tianzun sighed and said: "There are Lao Daoyou. ”

"I don't dare, but I haven't really changed anything," Bai Ze's smile was also a little bitter, and he sighed slightly depressedly, and turned to leave.

"That disciple has also gone to find a place to practice," Zixia made a gesture, and when the sage agreed, she was about to turn around and leave with her sword......

"Zixia?" the voice of the Tongtian Sect Master came from behind.

Zixia hurriedly turned around, "The disciple is here!"

"Leave your sword," said the Tongtian Sect Master, "It's rare to have such a good sword talent as you, and I should give you some benefits." ”

Zixia blinked, and then happily held her sword and sent it over.

"Thank you, Third Patriarch. ”

In the sound of the sword, the Tongtian Sect Master had already pulled out the scabbard of the sword that had been following Zixia, and flicked his fingers to listen to the sound of Qingyue.

"It's a good sword, go ahead, come here in a hundred days to get a sword. ”

"Yes!" Zixia thanked the worldly knights as if they were in a humble manner, making several saints chuckle.

After Zixia left, Sanqing, Jieyin, Yuding Zhenren, and Tianyan Daozi looked at each other, Tianyan Daozi waved his robe, and the small courtyard was wrapped in a touch of saint rhyme, and no one knew what these Honghuang people inside were discussing.

After all, it is inseparable from the counteroffensive of the flood famine.

In the place where the sword was tested, when Yang Jian flew by, his divine sense swept through all the places where he broke through.

At this time, the place of sword testing was still lively, and the third and fourth batches of monks made the first half of the stage almost idle, and the eighteenth, twenty-fifth, and twenty-seventh 'hot' places to break through the level, there were many monks fighting with the demons.

In the second half, there are many monks walking forward on the various roads that have been fully opened.

It's a pity that there has never been a good talent like the first batch of Nezha and Sun Wukong who are as eye-catching as they are, and who feel that they can be entrusted with heavy responsibilities.

Liuya has reached the last level of the road where she is, and it seems that she will soon break through the level.

Yang Jian found the mirage dragon and told the mirage not to let people come to disturb him, so he went to the old place to retreat with peace of mind.

The mirage naturally didn't know what was going on outside, but seeing that Yang Jian's face was a little depressed, he didn't dare to provoke this uncle, and he continued to wander around the place where he tried the sword, and by the way, he saw a few pleasing Honghuang monks scatter some opportunities.

This should be the most suitable life in the world for this Hongmeng xenomorph and predecessor.

The mirage dragon has a deep dependence on his own illusion, and only in his own illusion can he feel that he is real, not floating in the dreams of his ancestors.

Sneakily engaging those Chaos Beasts in the corners of the Chaos Sea before, in fact, it was not to absorb the blood of the beasts to strengthen their own strength, but it was just a little boring.

If he really wanted to be stronger, the mirage knew that he could break through to the saint realm with a little retreat. The problem is that the saint realm is not very useful, and facing the strongest is a death.

Moreover, the Sage Realm will inevitably cut its own avenue into the Dao rules of the Chaos Sea, and if you can hide in the illusion realm, your own avenue will inevitably attract the attention of the supreme powerhouse.

He was afraid of death, and he was even more afraid of being captured by the strongest to become a 'pet', and then he had to work hard to destroy the tangible realm again and again.

For Mirage, although the Yuan Soul is controlled by Yang Jian, the days are unexpectedly comfortable.

Everywhere he went, there were people respectfully doing the Tao and shouting at the seniors, Yang Jian himself was also shouting from the seniors, he was on the verge of leaving the battle during the last war...... cough, he regretted that he couldn't appear, and Yang Jian didn't blame him.

Now, as long as this old-timer is in a good mood, he will casually sprinkle some spiritual treasures and immortal methods in the place where he tries his sword, so that these monks who have broken through the level will burn incense and worship their predecessors for a while.

If you are in a bad mood, see which little guy has an unstable foundation, let the Demon Phantom clean them up, and after a while, the mood will be comfortable again......

If you have to say what is the fly in the ointment......

Probably, it is only more difficult to add incense to the Mirage Clan, after all, from the Eternal God Kingdom to the present, the Mirage Clan seems to have only one seedling left.

Thinking of this, the mood of the mirage seniors was a little gloomy.

The old man rolled his eyes and caught a glimpse of a pig demon pouting his ass in the eighteenth level to fight the demon, and the mirage senior snorted and flew over.

This guy is even more handsome than the old-timer's body, and he is simply asking for his own hardship!

With a little finger on the mirage, the generalissimo of the former Tianhe Water Army, who had already gained the upper hand, snorted, and suddenly felt the pressure increase suddenly.

He fixed his gaze, and saw a little blood gleam from the demon's eyes, and he screamed and pounced.

The first voice was taken away, and Marshal Tianpeng threw up his sleeves and ran, but he was very decisive......

A moment later, the bruised canopy was sent out of the Shifting Circle, and several familiar Heavenly Court generals around them suddenly let out a burst of joyful cheers.

In a corner where the canopy could not be seen, a certain old-timer shook his head and felt comfortable, and floated away with his hands behind his back, continuing to inspect his own fantasy treasure land.

I hope that the Second World War will not come too early, and that there will be more Honghuang monks who come into this fantasy realm to play with him, an old-timer.

It's a pity that the mirage also knows the urgency of the situation at this time.

Because judging from Yang Jian's complexion, the next big war should not be far away.

......

"All armies maintain a large formation! Don't go out of the formation! First use the formation to resist the first wave of these powerful ghosts!"

In a vast world, ghosts roared in the sky, and millions of monks were arranged according to the operation of the large array, forming the shape of gossip between heaven and earth, and the immortal power of all parties was continuously input into the surroundings of the large array.

The whistling ghost was like a moth to a fire, and the remnants of the crash were shattered, but it could not shake the great array for half a minute.

Lei Zhenzi spread his wind and thunder wings, and slowly flew directly above the large array, wrapped in azure thunder, and the thunder light flowed like water waves.

The dark golden long stick in his hand suddenly raised high, and shouted at the layers of dark clouds in the sky: "Heavenly Thunder Array!"

With a bang, the whole world seemed to tremble a little with the sound of thunder.

I saw that above the dark clouds, one large array after another lit up, and Wen Zhong rode the ink unicorn and galloped across the sky, and the command flag in his hand was exhausted.

Wen Zhong shouted: "Lei Bu Zhengshen listens to the order!"

"No!"

A majestic voice swept over the ghost army.

Lei Zhenzi opened his eyes suddenly, and the dark gold stick swung fiercely in front of him!

Tianbian Wen Zhong shouted: "Thunder from the sky!"

In the next moment, thunder surged between heaven and earth, and millions of blue, white, red and blue thunder fell like bead curtains!

Lei Zhenzi swung out that stick, and turned into a thousand-mile-long thunder dragon, the thunder dragon roared and roared, like a living thing, it already had the speed of thunder, and almost instantly swept away the ghost army around the gossip array, and then swept through the scene quickly, and was directly swept away by the powerful ghosts that were slashed by the heavenly thunder but not annihilated!

After a few moments, the thunder finally went out and the dark clouds dissipated.

The Heavenly Court Thunder Sect Zhengshen led the troops to return to the main formation of the army, Wen Zhong quickly rushed back with the ink qilin, and organized the army to continue to prepare to go to the next world.

Their vanguard army, because of the existence of Lei Zhenzi and Lei Bu Zhengshen, can be regarded as the nemesis of this endless ghost army, so they took the initiative to take over the responsibility of recovering more worlds, and the overall progress of the other two armies is on par.

Lei Zhenzi seemed to have a sense, waved his wings and landed on a mountain peak, looking in all directions.

All things are silent, and all living beings are gone.

But you can still see a touch of greenery in some corners, as if to indicate that this world is not dead.

The aura of heaven and earth gradually began to regain clarity, Lei Zhenzi took out a stone in his arms, placed it on the ground, and then knelt there, and began to whisper something.

After a short time, a round of red sun flew up from the eastern sky, like a golden crow spreading its wings, and soon flew to the western sky dome corresponding to this moment, and hung there.

All the monks cheered, and Lei Zhenzi couldn't help but show a slight chuckle.

The power of the Heavenly Dao seems to be stronger than the one recovered before.