"The country of Chang has been defeated, and the people have not forgotten their hometown. When you go to earth, you will meet someone who wants you to lead them against the state of Jing. You should keep your eyes open and look carefully. See whether they need an uprising and whether they really need you. Don''t be used by others, and never be king or emperor."
"Remember your identity, you are an immortal, non secular person!"
After that, Wen Ling waved his robe sleeve.
Clouds gathered under his feet.
"Disciple, haven''t you come up yet?"
Wenling said to Pinghe.
Ping he realized that master wanted to send him back in person and hurriedly stepped on the cloud.
As far as the touch is concerned, the cloud is soft, like cotton, but it drags people steadily.
Wen Ling said, "navigation, destination setting: human world, Jianchang city."
Cloud: "auto navigation starts, distance to destination..."
After saying this, the cloud began to move.
They stood on the cloud. The cloud was so fast that it was almost pulled into a virtual shadow.
The wind was very strong. At first, it was peaceful, top heavy and almost fell off the cloud.
Thanks to Wen Ling holding him with his hand, he also lowered the speed of the cloud.
The cloud fell into Jianchang city with an extremely arrogant attitude.
Jianchang city is boiling all over the city.
They had also heard about the immortal coming to Mobei city before. Now, they saw the immortal coming to the world again almost half a year later. How can they not be very excited.
Looking down peacefully from the clouds, I saw a head sticking out of the houses, and the streets were densely filled with people.
After becoming an immortal, he can see clearly even if it is far away.
The men looked up at the sky. There was a look of horror on his face, with a trace of fear.
In full view of the public, Wen Ling ordered him to jump down peacefully.
Calmly looking at the ground below, I felt uneasy.
But he was also an immortal. He immediately moved his aura and jumped down.
The aura in the body runs endlessly, and the peaceful body floats down from the clouds like a feather and falls into the city.
The Taoist robe was blowing in the wind, floating and quite immortal.
After he landed, no one dared to come for a long time.
Peace bowed slightly in the direction of the former palace.
"I am the disciple of Zhenjun in the fairy world. The immortal is peaceful."
Said in a peaceful voice.
"I''m here just to visit my family. You don''t need to panic!"
Wen Ling nodded slightly on the cloud.
He left in a cloud.
……
Huang Si came to the Reiki world and appeared in the rose garden.
To be on the safe side, he has moved the balancer into the rose garden.
In many wars, the rose garden is the only place that no one can invade. It must be extremely safe here.
Standing in the garden, Huang Si gave a quick sweep over the 19 family members.
With his inquiry, one of them hurriedly said:
"Master, a native asked for your help. I''ve asked him to wait for you outside the wasteland wall."
"Hmm? Let me see."
Huang Si wanted to accept some aborigines as family members in the Reiki world.
But it''s no use for ordinary people to ask for it. If they want it, they will accept the practitioners.
He then asked the family members to carefully look for practitioners who needed resurrection or treatment.
If you want to resurrect, you''d better keep your soul.
This world has the means to preserve the soul, because it is said that immortals can bring the soul to reincarnation, or let them directly change a way of practice.
Therefore, if relatives and friends die, the practitioners here will try their best to save each other''s souls and find ways to ask for others.
However, there are too few means to keep the soul for a long time.
In this world, no real immortal has come yet.
Therefore, resurrection and treatment of relatives and friends have become a huge seller''s market.
The market prospect is broad.
The wasteland is a large circle around the lost temple.
Outside the wall, there was a young man kneeling there.
The young man looked embarrassed and haggard. He was thin and didn''t look like a practitioner. He seemed to have experienced very serious torture.
He was wearing a monk''s war suit and a long sword around his waist, but there was a wooden coffin beside him.
The coffin was made of wood, the four corners were intact, inlaid with patterns, and a transparent material like glass was embedded on the front plate.
Inside the coffin, there was a man, or rather a corpse, but perhaps because of the protective effect of the coffin, the man was already dead, but his face was lifelike.
The young man not only knelt on the ground, put his hands on the ground in front of him, but also kept talking.
"Pray that the temple can save Yingying."
"Pray that the temple can make Yingying live..."
Huang Si pierced a hole in the protective cover, pinched a righteous body, and fell in front of the young man in an instant.
At least the young man was also a monk in the period of raising Dan. There was something in front of him. He immediately woke up.
Before he looked up, he just felt a pressing heat wave coming.
The sharp black giant claws fell heavily on the ground, splashing dust all over the sky. There was a dark red fire under the cracked skin like volcanic rock. Just one claw occupied all the vision of the youth.
Amazing heat swept over, and the youth had to retreat with the coffin.
His eyes looked up and a terrible sight came into view.
There are cracks in the abdomen dripping with fiery red magma, a neck with sharp spines like a fin, a metal black chin like an anvil, dense fangs staggered up and down, like several black horns of a goat or a devil, blood red, eyes with strange red light
And, covered with countless sharp scales and thorns, the huge wings with black trunk and red skin film cover the whole sky!
"My name is wings of death."
"The destiny destroyer."
"The terminator of all things."
"Unstoppable..."
"No violation..."
Huang Si stared at the tiny practitioner under his huge body and slowly spit out his last line in the tone of death wing:
"I! That is! Catastrophe!"
Below, the youth almost rolled and climbed.
He had never seen such a huge monster. Even as a third-class practitioner, he instinctively wanted to escape.
"Are you a practitioner? Wake me up. What''s the matter?"
Huang Si imitated the voice of the wings of death and spoke in a rumbling voice.
He just didn''t want people in the world to know his identity, so he kneaded the image of the black dragon nesario in world of Warcraft. The result is unusually good, worthy of being the final boss of the soul of the dragon.
Take the modeling of world of Warcraft to scare people from different worlds who haven''t seen the world. Cool!
Later, the image of the temple owner = wings of death can be fixed.
If necessary, you can also use other images, such as Ragnaros, the king of the devil, or a more ancient star dragon, or invincible... Oh, no, it''s Arthas, the Lich King.
I brushed the Icecrown fortress dozens of times, but it was invincible. I almost remembered the boss''s name wrong.
After hearing Huang Si''s questions, the young man finally calmed down.