Rebirth: I am the World's Heavenly Dao

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While the war between the Demon Court and the Daqian Empire and the Yanmen Thirty-Six Passes on the Nukado Continent was in full swing, big changes also occurred in the Sword Sect Human Domain of Calidoa.

The seventh-generation head abdicated, and the eighth-generation head Ba Tianxuan came to the throne. Jianmen ushered in a golden age. Among the nine generations of disciples, there were endless talents, even better than the previous generation of the Taishan clan who had not betrayed the Jianmen. The escort means that the disciples of this generation do not have to fight for life and death as before, and they have enough time to grow.

Among them, the new generation is divided into one sword, three monsters and seven gentlemen, which are the geniuses of the first echelon, the twenty-four warriors of the second echelon, and even the forty-eight formations of the third echelon.

One sword is Uncle Feng, the ninth generation elder brother, known as the Little Sword Saint. The three monsters are the painting monster Wu Zi, the book monster Wang Guzhi, the piano monster Lu You, the seven gentlemen Song Qing, Mei Xi, Zhu Shuang, Lan Qian, Juli, Liansheng, and Yangli are seven gentlemen. Their favorite things are all related to their names.

As for the Twenty-Four Warriors, they are twenty-four martial arts idiots who are proficient in a single sword skill. They only practice a single skill, and have reached the pinnacle of that skill, innovating new ones.

The Forty-Eight Formation is a large formation composed of forty-eight young disciples. The formation formed by these forty-eight disciples is as natural as one body. They are composed of twenty-four men and twenty-four women. They coincide with the yin and yang of heaven and earth. The formation is called yin and yang. With the Wuji Swordsmanship Formation, these forty-eight people successfully became the third echelon.

Of course there are some other geniuses, but those geniuses did not come out to compete for these names and groped their own way. These names actually also represent the tilt of resources. The first echelon naturally gets more resources. In this harsh environment Given the poor living environment, resources will naturally be given to the best seedlings.

Some guys who didn't like the struggle fell silent. Among them was Dongfang Yueming, the disciple with the best qualifications in the nine-generation test. However, after entering the school, he became a member of the Tibetan Guardian lineage of Jianmen and was responsible for guarding and cleaning the Scripture Pavilion. , the resources obtained are the least.

Dongfang Yueming worshiped in this channel, and spent all day practicing, taking pleasure in drinking. Every time he got drunk, he would fall asleep in the Sutra Pavilion. If the previous generation of Pavilion Master hadn't died, only the remaining He was probably expelled from this lineage. Under this situation, Dongfang Yueming faded out of the sight of the people in Jianmen, and lived in Jianmen for twenty years. From the original seventeenth He turned into a decadent middle-aged man.

…

In the Jianmen Sutra Pavilion, a slovenly middle-aged Taoist burst out laughing. The sides of his face were a little red, which was caused by drinking. His Taoist robes were also stained with oil.

"Hahaha, I learned another wonderful method in my dream, and it will suddenly become clear to me."

This middle-aged Taoist was Dongfang Yueming. His laughter did not attract anyone's attention. The disciples in the Sutra Pavilion were used to this drunkard's daily madness.

"Uncle Dongfang, keep your voice down, it will disturb the junior fellow apprentices from watching the exercises." A long-haired young man with a smile came over and said.

"Okay, okay."

Dongfang Yueming nodded in agreement, then picked up the wine gourd and drank heavily until there was no more wine in the wine gourd. Dongfang Yueming was still licking the corners of his mouth, still unfinished.

"Senior nephew Chen Ping, how long have I been sleeping this time? Excuse me, how about my uncle teaching you a small skill?" Dongfang Yueming lay down on the chair after drinking and started to feel sleepy again.

"Uncle Master has been sleeping for half a month. There is no need for small exercises. My nephew has taken over the task of slaying demons and is going down the mountain. Is there anything I want to bring with me?"

This long-haired young man with a smile is called Chen Ping. He is the master of a small peak in the Sword Sect. He is also a single generation. His master is more than ten years older than Dongfang Yueming. He was injured and died during a demon-slaying mission.

"Bring me some Jianmen Shaju, nothing else."

Dongfang Yueming yawned and his eyes were almost closed.

"That disciple is leaving." Chen Ping bowed his hands and was about to leave.

"Take this, I'll give this to you."

Dongfang Yueming threw a small jade pendant, and Chen Ping caught it easily, "Thank you, uncle."

Dongfang Yueming waved his hand and fell asleep quickly.

After a while, the snoring started. Many new disciples frowned, but the old disciples were used to it.

But if there are souls with strong enough souls here, they will feel the powerful soul power of Dongfang Yueming at this time, and they will see each one

The little people who looked like Dongfang Yueming were coming out of his body and then into the books.

Some of these little people were into the books, some were sitting cross-legged and practicing, some were discussing with each other, some were sleeping, and all kinds of little people were doing all kinds of things.

Mahamaha.

One little person went crazy while practicing, and then he was beaten up by other little people and returned to normal.

Another little person became distressed after flipping through a book of exercises, and then started shouting there, calling other little people to come and discuss together.

Mahamaha, mamahaha...

The little people started to quarrel, they were discussing exercises, and then they beat each other after a dispute, and some little people were beaten to death and turned into bubbles and flew back into Dongfang Yueming's body.

However, every time the little man turned into a bubble and returned to Dongfang Yueming, his soul would be further strengthened. The whole Sutra Library was full of little men. The disciples were not strong enough to sense them. Some little men even ran to the heads or shoulders of the disciples to sleep or dance.

Dongfang Yueming, who was on the recliner, was still smacking his lips. It can be seen that he was having a sweet dream.

…

In the 150th year of the Central Period, Taishanshi also entered his old age. He was only a half-demon. Even if he turned into a demon later, the curse of the human race in his blood still accompanied him. If it were not for the blood of the demon race, Taishanshi would have died long ago.

After Taishanshi's old age, the demons of the demon court outside Jianmen Pass began to become active. The demon court's attack on the Nukado continent was smooth. In addition, Qianhuang and Guhua also entered their old age, so the demon court was constantly recovering the Nukado continent.

Taishanshi still had the Dao Wheel of Wansheng Tiandu in his hand. Even if the demon court made a substitute later, it was not as suitable as this one, so the demon court was also planning to take back this Dao Wheel.

After Ba Tian Xuance became the head of the sect, he did not continue to send disciples to attack Jianmen Pass. Instead, he started to trade with the people on the border and the half-demons, humans, and monsters in Jianmen Pass.

However, Jianmen still sent people into the wilderness to hunt monsters, and Dongfang Yueming's nephew was one of them.