So What If You've Been Reborn?

It has been more than ten days since Zhengdao discovered the disappearance of a group of people from Qiankun Temple in Daxue Mountain.

That day, the monks in the small town saw Liang Qianshan leaving with people angrily, thinking that the Daxue Mountain was being squeezed out. , still hard to guess?Forget it, in the huge Youzhou, they can go wherever they like.

Want to get the fisherman's profit?Nor look at yourself in the mirror.

Out of this kind of contempt, Han Mingzong ignored the whereabouts of Qiankunguan and the others. Originally, Liang Qianshan chose the direction that ran counter to them. When monks gathered in Youzhou, the aura of heaven and earth became mixed. What was laid out was the thunder and fire formation diagram left by Venerable Huanjian. Inside the formation, there were scorched earth and ruins, and no major movement could be seen after ten miles.

Only the disciple of Qiankun Temple who was knocked out by Zhan Yuanqiu and pretended to be a disguise, crawled out from the alley, and suddenly found that his cassock and robes and storage bags had been robbed (Zhan Yuanqiu: You have to play a full set for acting).

As soon as he came out angrily, before he asked about it, a casual cultivator who was bored pointed at him and taunted him endlessly.

——Being beaten up for stealing a magic weapon?

The unlucky guy was full of suspicion, and felt that he had been tricked, and it must have been a robbery under the guise of throwing a magic weapon.

He walked back cursing, worrying that he would offend the god master if he didn't return for a long time, but when he stepped into the courtyard, he suddenly became stupid, and the people who came and went were replaced by monks he didn't know at all.

"The view of heaven and earth? Ha, that group of aliens left long ago."

The sect newly placed here said with disdain.

This is always the case in the world, even if the strength is not good, it seems that they are quite qualified to laugh at the losers who were expelled from the Central Plains. In fact, the background of this small sect is not even one-tenth of Daxueshan's view of the universe.

Hurriedly chasing Taoist Qiankun, who was from the same sect, he was alone and alone, and left the town with a dark face.

After looking for it, I completely lost my mind.

Liang Qianshan and his party seemed to have fallen into the sea like a mud cow, and they never disappeared again.

Bite the bullet and turned countless times in a radius of [-] miles, he finally found that strange valley. The mountain forest had been carefully cleared by the magic cultivator, but there were always omissions.

So when those high-ranking monks finally heard the news that the "Tiankun Temple" was ambushed, half of the scapegoat had already been pinned on their heads.

The people sent by Zhan Yuanqiu tried their best to expose among the scattered cultivators and small sects that "the Hanming sect's congregation sect wants to be the champion, eats alone food, and leaves everyone behind", "after being discovered by the Qiankun Temple, kill people to silence them", "the evil spirits are not extinct. Killing each other, no matter how tolerant and innocent, the law of heaven will not stand it."

Of course, I didn't forget to add other sounds that stirred up the muddy water.

"Maybe the devil did it!"

"Nonsense, it's clearly the view of the universe doing this on purpose. They do less of this kind of harming people?"

The Great Elder of Han Mingzong was so angry that his nose was crooked. If he said that Liang Qianshan was killed silently, he didn't believe it at all. Venerable Huanjian probably had the ability to survive. As for Xing Litian?Hmph, Venerable Sky Splitter can play such a trick?

"How about going to that valley to have a look?"

An ancestor of the sect suggested.

"It's absolutely impossible!" Several heads stopped in unison.

"Liang Qianshan is a narrow-minded person. Knowing that we left behind his back, he must be upset. This matter may be his plan. That valley may be a trap. Why let the disciples take risks?"

The most important thing is—whether Liang Qianshan is dead or alive, what does it have to do with them?

"If he dies in the hands of the demon cultivator, he will be incompetent."

All the sects of the Righteous Way were gloating about their misfortune. The view of Qian Kun had been declining over the years. Liang Qianshan hadn't even received a single qualified disciple. Once something happened, the former great sect would completely collapse and cease to exist.

Several of the ancestors who came to sit in the town have stepped into the period of crossing the catastrophe. They have already interacted with the heavens in the dark.

Trying to find the source of the anxiety, but unable to do anything.

——If Zhao Weiyang were here, he would definitely sneer: What are these old guys doing?From the perspective of the previous life, none of them ascended in the end. It would be amazing if they could be sensed by the heavens and know the truth!

Because of the urging of the ancestors, the battle started on the next day.

Youzhou's defense line was fully shrunk, and Han Mingzong sent out surprise troops, but the opponent was not caught off guard. Zhengmo and Zhengmo fought for three days and three nights near a place called Tianhe Mountain.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and the results of the battle were also remarkable.

Moxiu was defeated again. They were not as good as the disciples of the famous sect, and they were not so flexible in following orders.Over time, disadvantages appear.

The flames of war then spread to Youzhou and continued for several months.

As the sects of the righteous way secretly guessed, this is the last force of the magic cultivator, and it must be very stubborn, and it is also the most difficult bone to crack. If it is so easy to defeat, there will be problems.

Countless sword lights streaked across the sky.

Spiritual birds and beasts carried monks on their backs and wandered around the battlefield.

The messy brilliance of the collapse of magic tools and talismans, as well as the thick smell of blood in the air, hit the mind of every monk like a boulder.

As if being sucked in by an endless vortex, everyone turned red-eyed, picked up the magic weapon, and fought desperately.

"This formation..." An old monk saw the clue.

"It's nothing, Qing Yuan Patriarch doesn't need to worry too much."

The Great Elder of Han Mingzong said calmly, "My disciples all wear heart-clearing talismans, so they won't be easily confused. The demon cultivator on the other side should have used a similar killing formation to stimulate the monk's crazy mood, lest they The people who finally gathered are greedy for life and afraid of death, so turn around and run away!"

The ancestor of the Qing Yuan frowned, as if he was very displeased with Han Mingzong's behavior, but since this was his own sect, he had no choice but to endure it.

"The magic repair can't be done!"

The spirits of the Zhengdao sects were shaken, and they were overjoyed to see the gradually changing crowd.

Then there was a loud blast of horns.

Countless demon cultivators poured in from both sides, like reinforcements.

"Hmph, it's just a dying struggle."

As a result, this team of demon cultivators was very difficult to deal with, like sharp knives gouged into the array of disciples of various factions, and they left at the touch of a touch, causing chaos in the battle.

"Hold on, rearrange!"

The heads couldn't sit still, too many disciples died, even if the magic cultivators were eradicated, they would not have a good life, so they immediately ordered the monks above the Nascent Soul to join the battle.

The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.

Zhan Yuanqiu's face turned pale, and he silently watched a group of blood-soaked demon cultivators retreat from the battlefield, sitting cross-legged on the spot, letting the people on standby rush to treat them.

At this time, black clouds gradually appeared in the corner of the battlefield.

Hundreds of demon cultivators held ghost banners, amidst the sharp howls of ghosts and gods, and green clouds covering the top, none of the orthodox monks could laugh, and anyone with long eyes could guess that it was poisonous mist and miasma.

The wild beast that had been tempered by the magic cultivator rushed towards him frantically.

Although a golden core stage monk can easily kill them, but a foundation establishment monk will be in a hurry for a while.This is a battlefield, if you don't pay attention, your head will be chopped off by the opponent, how can you be careless?

The high-ranking monks of the small sect couldn't sit still, and Han Mingzong could still mobilize the elite, so they had no choice but to go on their own.

Patriarch Qing Yuan became more and more uneasy in his heart, always feeling as if he had forgotten something.

The ghostly banners covered the sky and the sun, and the ghostly shadows seemed to form a new ghostly ghost formation. Only the painful screams of the ghosts and the ghostly laughter could be heard. None of the righteous disciples who were involved survived.

Soon, a Nascent Soul cultivator rushed over angrily relying on his cultivation.

As soon as he entered the battle, he pulled out the magic weapon that the ghosts were afraid of, the smoke cleared, and his eyes immediately became clear.

Cultivator Nascent Soul was shocked to block it, and the attacker had already pulled back.

"It's a Nascent Soul, let's go together!"

The voice was clear and pleasant, clearly a nun.

Nearly a hundred kinds of attacks hit the head and face at the same time, and there were those who stabbed the knife in the back without saying a word. Everyone's silhouette flashed, and they immediately disappeared into the big banner, and they could not be found at all.

"Quickly get rid of these guys, what kind of jokes do people from Yuzhou see!"

Zhan Yuanqiu saw it from a distance, and quickly ordered.

Venerable Lietian's subordinates also felt embarrassed: the fellow from Yuzhou appeared, and attracted most of the attention of the righteous way. If this one can't show his skills today, he will be three points shorter than the Yuzhou Moxiu when he meets in the future.

"kill!"

The sound of fighting shook the whole field, and gradually even the figure of the cultivator at the transformation stage appeared on the battlefield.

"It's time." Zhan Yuanqiu sighed behind the mask.

Venerable Lie Tian waved his hand: "Pull out!"

The battlefield was originally formed by the superimposition of formations deployed by the two sides. This type of formation has no effect, but can eradicate the sound so that mortals cannot hear it.

Han Mingzong thought he was clever and tampered with the formation talisman, which made people lose their minds.

Moxiu was also playing tricks.

The patriarch of Qing Yuan only felt that the battlefield was still in chaos. The demon cultivators became more and more courageous, and the area where the Yinhun Banner was located was even more stubborn. Only then did the demon cultivators defeat the ghost formation, causing the demon cultivators to flee in a hurry.

Before they had time to be proud, they bumped into the murderous Venerable Sky Splitter head-on.

"Ancestors, please take action!" the Great Elder of Han Mingzong said hastily.

Moxiu has played his hole card, so of course he can't be idle here.

The battle was intensified, and Venerable Cracking Heaven led a group of demon cultivators to sweep away like chopping melons and vegetables. Not long after, he confronted the high-ranking monks of the righteous way. Immediately, the magic weapon was released, the world changed color, and the affected people The monks retreated hastily.

Wherever these great figures fought, there was nothing left.

Gradually, the demon cultivators were broken up and divided into countless pieces, as if caught in a predicament of fighting each other.

Patriarch Qing Yuan kept feeling in a trance before his eyes. He was fighting with five demon cultivators who were vicious and fierce, holding a set of magical weapons, which was quite difficult to deal with.

Although Qing Yuan Patriarch was not afraid of them, he was really held back.

Numerous monks died, magic treasures exploded, and talismans were thrown randomly, causing the aura in this area to be chaotic, and even people were dizzy, and they couldn't discern what was farther away from them.

After another trance, Patriarch Qing Yuan suddenly realized that it was not because his mind was blocked, but because the scene in front of him was vain, and the chaotic aura distorted everything around him.

"wrong!"

Patriarch Qing Yuan shouted sharply.

"My lord, kill him quickly." Zhan Yuanqiu also shouted.

Venerable Lietian understood and entered the battle alone again.

Many elders in charge felt that Venerable Lietian had found him, and in fright and anger, they fought hard.

After a day and a night, the "Magic Cultivator" was defeated and corpses were everywhere. The Great Elder of Han Mingzong laughed loudly because he stepped on the head of the "Honorable Cracker". His expression changed after a scene: "Not good!"

"Ancestor?"

"I fought with Xing Lietian for a day, and I won a miserable victory. Who are you here?"

"..."

The great elder of Han Mingzong jumped up in shock, and soon another elder of the aggregation faction who was seriously injured and lost his right arm came, claiming that he had killed Venerable Lietian.

"Phantom array?"

Several Mahayana monks panicked and withdrew from the battlefield.

The wind gradually blew away the bloody smell. The isolation formation was time-sensitive, but now it gradually dissipated. In the place where the bloody smell faded, the monk who was holding the head of the "enemy" before shaking his hands and froze.

"Isn't this a member of the aggregation faction?"

"I... how could I kill the disciple of Master Uncle?"

There were demon cultivators in the corpses, but more of them died from the same sect.

The surrounding area of ​​the battlefield was empty, and the demon cultivator of Youzhou had already run away. The body of the "Cracking Heaven Venerable" who had been killed before, as the bloody aura receded, the chaotic aura of heaven and earth recovered, revealing his true face.

——I don’t know when, the factions of the Righteous Path began to kill each other.

Everyone they saw in front of them thought they were demon cultivators.

"This is impossible! Before we do it ourselves...we could see it clearly when watching the battle!" the Great Elder of Han Mingzong hissed.

The old group of Qing Yuan seemed to have aged a hundred years. He muttered to himself: "The magic cultivator lured us down, yes, when Venerable Lie Tian rushed into the battlefield, it was not a phantom formation before that."

Venerable Sky Splitter?

Not hesitating to fight against the righteous way for several days, using demonic blood and falling corpses to create an illusion?Fuck them in the end.

"Shut up!"

The Great Elder of Han Mingzong shouted angrily: "It's just a trick, even if we lose half of our manpower, Youzhou still doesn't have so many demon cultivators who can save the defeat, otherwise why would they run away? Get up! Youzhou..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

In all directions, dark figures appeared.

Zhengbei is the first person, with a silver satin feather crown, and looks like a teenager.

Behind him was a lot of ghost banners, he slightly nodded towards the Venerable Sky Splitter who surrounded him from the south, and looked at the messy battlefield indifferently: "Your end begins today."

"You are a young man who transforms into a god..."

The words of the Great Elder Han Mingzong choked in his throat again.

Because Chen He easily used his divine sense to deal him a heavy blow.

The feeling that the aura of heaven and earth is flowing towards the other party, but I can't take it away! !

"I'm about to be promoted to Mahayana, but I'm only one step away, so I'm here to borrow your life."