Shenxianzong

All the cultivators in the Chiming Realm looked at each other, each looking away in embarrassment.

This real Tailin is too good at bragging!

What a joke!

Still often!

Is the local fairy Chinese cabbage?

I'm not afraid that people will know the inside story and make jokes in the future!

What these monks didn't expect was that after the people of the Graham galaxy realized how deep the water in the practice world was, the Chiming Realm was really not as good as a dog, and the earth immortals were everywhere!

Of course, none of them know what will happen next.

The hatred of war cannot be resolved in a day or two, but it has to be resolved in fighting side by side again and again.

After Yuechen consolidated his cultivation, taking advantage of the rare truce, he took Ao Lin out to survive the catastrophe.

As the body of a real dragon, after being transformed by the secret medicine of the Tianhorn Ant Clan, her aptitude is even more terrifying. Every time she advances to a level, she must pass the test of Lei Jie to be considered successful.

The silver dragon was ups and downs in the sea of ​​stars, shaking the universe.

The thunder split thousands of meteorites and shook the stars.

When the thunder calamity ceased, the dark clouds cleared, and the sky was full of golden light.

Ao Lin absorbed the gifts from the heavens and came from the sea of ​​stars.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and went to Xianzong hand in hand.

They met with the head teacher and told about the hardships of this world war.

The real person in charge is a chicken thief, and I don't know when he made a small move to live broadcast the two people's complaints through the universe mirror.

At this moment, Chi Xingxing, no matter where you are, as long as you are a monk, you can see the live broadcast of the Qiankun Mirror.

Ordinary people don't know, but the monks are crying.

Some of them have only embarked on the path of cultivation in recent years, and their realm is so low that they can't even see the portal of the starry sky.

Some are lingering on their last days, old and rotten, about to become Taoist.

Even those demon cultivators who were about to open their spiritual wisdom couldn't help feeling sorry for them. Looking at the prey of the demon cultivators under their claws, they involuntarily let go of their claws.

At this moment, the young monks practiced hard and marched forward bravely, just to see the door in the starry sky.

And those old men who are terribly old go out to find qualified children and take them on the road of practice.

The demon cultivators, on the other hand, consciously avoided their intelligent counterparts, and only focused on the wild beasts.

All of this is only for the inheritance of the fire of the Chiming Realm, which will never be extinguished!

At first, Yuechen didn't know the movements of the master teacher, until later he felt a special emotion pervading the red star, and he opened the Delusion Breaking God Eye to see, and then he understood the mystery.

There was an imperceptible pause in his voice, he looked helplessly at the head teacher, and continued talking.

"In the two wars, countless monks were killed and injured. If we want to permanently get rid of this situation of being at the mercy of others in the future, we can only continue to fight until we are promoted to Daqian!"

After Yuechen's voice fell, thousands of voices gathered together and turned into a thunderous explosion!

"war!"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking to the outside world in surprise.

"This is, Wanmin begging for orders?"

With some uncertainty, Yuechen asked Meng Taoist, the oldest person present.

Meng Daoren's sleepy eyes in the past are wide open now.

Hearing Yuechen's question, he nodded, and then shouted at the head teacher: "Did you accidentally shine the mirror of heaven and earth on the world?"

Master Teacher shook his head quickly.

Afraid that he really made a mistake, he looked again worriedly.

"Old Ancestor, really not, is this disciple the one who waits carelessly!"

The real head teacher shouted grievances in his mouth, and he cried out in his heart that he had seen hell.

Yue Chen pouted uncomfortably.

He had a premonition that the only one who could resort to such shameless means was the consciousness of the Dao of Heaven who had convulsions from time to time.

Although the Chiming Realm is not separated from immortals and mortals, it has never announced a world war to mortals.

In the eyes of the monks, the victory of the World War has nothing to do with ordinary people.

Even if you lose the battle and become a world of doomsday, what effect will it have on mortals who cannot cultivate.

Why make the trouble known to everyone and increase troubles?

However, today's deeds of the consciousness of the Dao of Heaven have made ordinary people naturally know about the world war, and know that this world is participating in a cruel war.

Also let the monks know that mortals also love this world, and they are grateful to them who fought bloody to protect the world.

At this moment, the secular dynasties ceased fighting one after another, and the soldiers disarmed and returned to the fields, just to give birth to a few more cubs, so that those with cultivation talents could be selected and passed on from generation to generation in the cultivation world!

Since then, the secular world in the Chiming Realm has fallen into a truce that lasted for ten thousand years.

And this day is also called "Yong'an Day"!

And in the Nine Nether Land, which Yuechen and others can't peek at, it's also quite different from usual.

At this time, Jiuyou, whether it is the ghost kings of all parties, large or small forces, or ghosts waiting endlessly to enter the underworld for trial, all opened their mouths wide, looking up at the huge round mirror under the never-falling crescent moon. .

If Yuechen was here, he would definitely mutter again: "That guy has a lot of convulsions!"

Except for the consciousness of the Dao of Heaven, no one has the ability to transmit messages between the Chiming Realm and the Nine Nether Realm.

At that time, countless ghosts watched Yuechen's narration, and seemed to be evoked memories before death.

They were silent, and even Li Gui stopped the movement of swearing and devouring souls, and then raised his head and roared silently.

"war!"

This sound traveled through space, through distance, and resounded in the space of World Warfare!

The monks who were preparing for the battle in the boundary battle space couldn't help being stunned and looked around.

But I saw that everyone stopped what they were doing and listened intently.

There is only the whimpering of the wind in my ears, and the lingering sound is lingering.

"I didn't hear it alone, I heard it right!"

Someone said inconceivably, and then swallowed hard.