So What If You've Been Reborn?

A drop of bright red blood slowly flowed down from Chen He's forehead.

The vision in the right eye was a bit blurred, the fist was deeply sunken in the neck of a red-furred beast, and the sharp claws scratched his right arm.The fangs and sharp teeth of these ferocious beasts were full of poisons. Even after death, their souls lingered, gathered sand into bodies, and reappeared as before. The flesh and blood bodies looked the same, but after all, there were some things that were different.

They can only attack, bite off the monk's throat, tear the body apart, but they can't eat people anymore.

There is no poison on the sharp claws and fangs.

As a result, the monks of the Heluo sect saved their lives many times.

The people lying behind the mountain wall are full of injured people. Those with minor injuries are recovering from meditation, while those with serious injuries have passed out and need others to stuff the elixir into their mouths.

Some hideous torn wounds are extremely terrifying. Fortunately, these are all cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, who have almost escaped from the mortal body. As long as they are not killed by one blow, they can move the blood vessels and meridians by themselves in an emergency, so as not to bleed to death .

The tattered Taoist robes, the horrific injuries, the depressing groans... everyone in the Heluo faction looked miserable.

What made them feel ashamed was that the little Taoist priest brought by Chen He and Changmei was still holding on to the mountain wall.They were two realms higher than the juniors, and as a result, they recovered the fastest from injuries, and very few remained on the front line of the battlefield.

After all, the world of comprehension has not seen such a tragic battle for many years.

The Taoists of the Heluo Sect were caught off guard, but instead of Chen He, who had become a Taoist with martial arts, and the experienced Tianyan Daoist who had been reborn once, he was more adaptable to the battlefield.

In the ancient times 8000 years ago, it was really not enough to make up a formula to compare with supernatural powers. The ancient monks on the mountain wall all held ice blades in one hand and magic weapons in the other. The coming attack, as well as the fierce beast that vigorously climbed up the mountain wall to bite.

The long-browed old Taoist was even more restrained, and only dared to use half of his skills. He had to be distracted from Chen He's safety, and he also had to pay attention to the little Taoist priest in the foundation building period.

"That's not going to work."

After the long-browed Taoist summoned a thunderbolt to sever several Luoluo birds, he picked up the real Tianyan who kept dodging and throwing spells, and retreated, and dragged out Chen He who was fighting with the beast.

Seeing a group of scarred people under the mountain wall, the old Taoist with long eyebrows hated iron and steel, and stamped his feet: "You guys have really embarrassed the Heluo sect."

Everyone hung their heads weakly.

Reverend Tianyan wanted to say something, but looking at these "master-level" fellow disciples, he was only familiar with the appearance of half of them, and the rest must have died on the battlefield of righteous demon cultivators long before he became the head of the sect, and he felt sad , keep silent.

"And you!" The old man with long eyebrows yelled at Chen He, "You don't just squat behind, but also climb up the mountain wall, what do you want to do? Any beast can gnaw you to death!"

Chen He wiped the blood from his forehead and looked at the mountain wall.

The strength of the ancient monks is very different. There are people in the Jindan stage, and there are also many people in the foundation stage.There is no such thing as people with low cultivation being protected behind, obviously Shui Huangu had no way out that day.

"Daozhang, I will be very careful." Chen He said.

"You—" The long-browed old man blew his beard and stared, and almost said that it would be useless to have one more you, and it could not affect the battle situation. Then he thought that the monks of the Nascent Soul Stage of the Heluo Sect were not as good as Chen when they went up to the mountain gate all the year round and worked hard. The matter of He was instantly dumb.

"Brother is waiting for me outside, I won't die." Chen He said seriously.

Daoist Changmei snorted angrily and pulled Chen Ho: "Wrap up the wound on your arm!"

He turned around and reprimanded everyone:

"The ancient monks have guarded this mountain wall for countless years. They have rules for advancing and retreating. You cast spells on the beasts. What are you doing? The poor Taoist brought you out, not for your funeral! Be smart!"

As he spoke, he slapped Daoist Tianyan on the shoulder so hard that he almost knocked the little Taoist off his feet.

"You are not as good as this little Taoist priest!"

Daoist Tianyan, who was forced to act as a role model, was under a lot of pressure under the gaze of all kinds of complicated eyes.

"Ahem, this junior is catching monsters in Yuzhou City to make a living. He has no teachers and no friends, and his cultivation level is poor. He is good at observing the battle... well, observing the situation." Master Tianyan knows a lot about fellow Heluo sects, and immediately explained with a low eyebrow.

Immediately, many Taoists felt relieved, they really couldn't hold back their face when they were scolded so harshly by the elders.

"Elder... have we no other way to break the fragments of the small world?" A seriously injured Taoist from the Heluo sect said weakly.

"Where is the solution?" Taoist Changmei scolded.

The eight-tailed fox who opened the fragments of the small world is dead, it only needs to destroy the balance of spiritual power in this ancient and remnant world——

This is a very simple matter. Take out the gesture of plucking wild goose, pull out the spirit grass in the fragments of the small world, dig out all the ores and jade that can be used to refine magic weapons, and kill the beasts inside. Destroy the aura circulation, and the fragmented world will naturally collapse.

Who would have known that there would be two parties whose souls would never be separated, fighting for countless years.

"Leave the seriously injured ones. The others go up the mountain wall. They are not allowed to do anything. They stand by the side of the ancient monks and help them resist the attack." The long-browed Taoist said irritably, pulling his beard. You won’t save your own life, so get out of here and go back to the mortals in the valley as soon as possible.”

This time there was no sound.

"go!"

A Taoist from the Heluo sect silently drew a mark on the mountain wall to record it.

The bright sun hangs in the fragmented sky of the small world, regardless of day or night, but it is actually a mass of sunlight essence, hanging in the sky with the broken world forever, very hot.

In the enchantment laid down by the Heluo faction, there has never been a safe life in the valley.

It was the first lunar month, and every household had food in stock, and most of the thirteen squares in Xicheng were civilians with poor property. The wells were dry, but there were many mountain springs in the valley, connected to the ground, and there was no shortage of food for a while.

It's just that there was a sudden change, people's hearts were in turmoil, and they heard fighting and roaring outside every day, gods flying around, and occasionally fierce birds came in. Even if they were hunted immediately, many people were so frightened that they couldn't get sick.

There is no spring and no autumn, and finally people accept the fact that they can no longer go out.

A large number of people died, internal strife broke out again and again, and finally everything returned to calm.

The fruit forests in the valley were emptied, and more fields were reclaimed.

There are many graves along the edge of the forest. There are not enough incense sticks, so we can only pile stones on the graves.They are in sharp contrast to the neat and dense scratches on the side of the mountain wall.

Whenever the strong wind blows the sand and dust from the skeletons of fierce beasts under the Baizhang mountain wall to the end of the sky, the silhouettes of ancient monks will appear on the silent mountain wall. They are dead, but they are still alive, and they will never reach tomorrow.

"Little brother, wake up."

The ancient monk holding the magic weapon of the round shield woke up Chen Ho.

Although he didn't remember Chen He very much, he was used to this person lying next to him.

Every time the immortal souls appear, they always think that this is the eve of the arrival of the beast tide. They gather on the mountain wall, waiting for the battle that will determine the fate of their homeland.

The Taoists of the Heluo Sect also finished adjusting their breath and stood up in twos and threes.

Everyone's Taoist robes are tattered, and the clothes and elixir in their storage bags are almost used up.

Chen Ho didn't count how many notches there were on the mountain wall, but he only knew that the Taoists of the Heluo faction who were in charge of adding a notch every time the tide of fierce beasts appeared had already changed four.

All those who died were not buried.

Cultivators almost have a storage bag, which can be used to store things when they are alive, and can be used as a high-grade straw mat after death, waiting for their fellow disciples to bring them back to the Heluo Sect.

— No matter how careful you are, there will always be misfortune.

When seeing the soul of the dead appear for the first time, many Heluo Taoists did not hold back and wailed.

Before, the eight-tailed fox's entire head was pierced by a silver arrow, and nothing escaped, so that people forgot that in this lost ancient world, even if they died, they could not leave.

As a Mahayana cultivator, the long-browed old Taoist had red eyes and bruises under his eye sockets. He had to yell at him several times a day to wake up the disciples of the Heluo School who were distracted.

Those who were in a trance were all driven to the foot of the mountain wall.

It seems that Chen He is the only one who has never had any problems, and even Daoist Tianyan is exhausted.

The long-browed old man used to stare at Chen Ho anxiously for many days, and finally remembered that Chen He had a mirage bead that Shi Feng had snatched. If Chen He wanted to forget, as long as he sealed up the mirage bead, every day would be brand new to him. .

The long eyebrows were relieved immediately, knowing that Chen He, who was silent every day, had actually forgotten nothing.

Standing on the mountain wall, Chen He looked at the surging beast tide in the distance, silently thinking about the Hunyuan Palm, which he had just practiced a new technique yesterday. There were deep and shallow scars all over his back and legs.

The scars can be healed with just a single high-grade panacea, and Chen He doesn't care about them at all until he can go out.

Today he was just as cautious, staring at the climbing beast, choosing a target he could attack, and even more cooperating with the ancient monk holding a round shield beside him in defense.

The roar continued, and flesh and blood flew under the sharp claws.

There are ancient monks falling down and turning into dust, and this scene is always repeated.

——To survive, the senior brother will wait for him outside.

Chen He pursed his lips tightly, and dodged a rhinoceros-shaped beast. The spiritual power that came out with his palm had turned into a rich golden color. This was a sign that he could form an alchemy, but this state had lasted for a long time.

Even Daoist Tianyan successfully formed the alchemy not long ago, and Chen Ho hasn't moved yet.

Only Chen He knew that the large amount of spiritual power he had accumulated did not catalyze the formation of alchemy, but poured it all into the sleeping Shi Zhonghuo.Every time he wakes up after adjusting his breath, he can see that Shi Zhonghuo's seal is missing.

soon, soon...

Kicking off a man-faced spider, Chen He twisted off its pincers with his backhand, and poked at a huge ape with protruding sharp teeth.

Cultivator Buckle, who was almost crushed to death by the ape, got out, holding a hook-shaped magic weapon, pierced the ape's chest, kicked it down the mountain wall heavily, and then the ancient monk smiled at Chen He.

Such a tragic war with no hope of victory every time caused many Heluo sect monks to despair.

The efforts they put in seemed to only slow down the death and injury of the monks—until those souls who were addicted to fighting felt the presence of everyone in the Heluo Sect and began to cooperate tacitly. The few smiles that appeared, after 8000 years, were like Still alive like that.

These memories will never reach the soul of tomorrow, who can chat with them best?

Everything turned to dust again, and the round shield fell to Chen He's feet.

After several hours, the ancient monk would smile and ask, "Little brother, where are you from?"

"Yeah, little brother wants to know about the Beixuan sect? It's a very big sect. I heard that many immortals have appeared. Unfortunately, it's too far away from us, and we can't wait for rescue."

"The battle between the Beixuan Sect and the Nanhe Sect? Who knows, we Jindan stage monks are just ordinary wilderness cultivators, so we are not qualified to make up for it."

Every time, I can only say a word before waiting for the tide of fierce beasts to come from the end of the sky.

Chen Ho only had time to ask a question.

Chen He was not the only one who did this, Taoist Changmei had already led the crowd and asked all the ancient monks on the mountain wall. Although the process was not as smooth as Chen He, he almost knew the names of all the ancient monks.

Including the Mahayana cultivator with golden armor and silver bow.

Ji Changge of Futian Mountain, 8000 years ago, Futian Mountain was quite a great sect, but unfortunately after the catastrophe war, they allied with Nanhe Sect disappeared.

This Ji Changge returned to his hometown of Shuihuan Valley after the outbreak of the war, and was finally buried here.

The silver bow and gold armor fell into the dust, no different from others.

Seeing the surrounding mountain walls return to calm, the old Taoist with long eyebrows rubbed his eyebrows and said, "What's your opinion this time? If we can't come up with a good idea, we can only continue to spend here. Pindao's lifespan is still 300 years old. If you survive the Nascent Soul Stage and advance to the Transformation Stage among you, add a few helpers to me."

The crowd remained silent.

Chen He suddenly shook, as if he was about to fall.

The long-browed old Taoist stood up in shock, only to see a flame shoot up into the sky, and the flames came out through the hole. If Chen He's own clothes hadn't been ruined long ago, and now he was wearing an extra Taoist robe of the Heluo sect, he was afraid that he would be killed. The flames burned completely unobstructed.

"What's going on here?"

Chen Ho sank with all his spirit energy, and the flame separated from his body and wrapped into an oval ball.

"Jiujiu." Shi Zhonghuo jumped up and down in the air excitedly.

Chen He didn't care about the rubbing of the fire in the stone, and ran down the mountain wall without saying a word.

"Chen He?" The old man with long eyebrows was worried, and stretched his head to look around.

"It's okay, I'm going to form a pill."

"Oh!" Changmei was puzzled like everyone else, when the alchemy is formed, what are you doing in such a hurry?

Chen Ho didn't explain, he couldn't help it - as soon as Shi Zhonghuo left, the aura in his dantian was so much that it was about to burst his meridians.