Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

The fighting lasted until late at night, and the intensity of the battle subsided as the men and horses were exhausted.

Our side then took advantage of the short break to count the casualties.

The result was unexpected.

There were more than 380,000 monks before the war, and in just half a day of fighting, at least 150,000 were killed or wounded.

At this time, the main battlefields have been closed and the troops are now resting and recuperating.

But as the other side looks at us covetously, the big net in the sky is constantly snatching away the spiritual core of the world.

I'm afraid the next war will come soon, and it will be a critical moment for the victory or failure and survival of the human race.

boom!
At this time, a meteor fell from the sky and landed directly on a red copper array base in the central battlefield!
Xu Zhiqiu seemed to stagger a little, but before he could move, a large group of people surrounded him.

"Master Xu!"

"You're here!"

"Master Xu! The descendants of gods are hard to defeat, and the net in the sky is plundering us endlessly. We have been distracted too much by using our internal energy to resist, and now we have suffered even more heavy losses. Now everyone is waiting for your decision!"

"..."

Xu Zhiqiu looked around.
These people may have fear, fatigue, sadness, or retreat in their eyes...

At this time, a group of twenty or thirty people ran over from a distance.

These people all had young faces, their white clothes were covered in blood, and they looked exhausted.

But he is a disciple of Trinity.

"Master!"

Upon learning that Xu Zhiqiu had landed, Feng Baoshan led a group of fellow apprentices to rush over.

Xu Zhiqiu asked them about the battle situation and learned that seven disciples were killed and more than ten were seriously injured. He could not hide his sorrow in his eyes.

"Master, please don't do this! We, the disciples of Trinity, fought bravely and bravely, and we didn't bring shame to you!"

Xu Zhiqiu nodded and patted his disciples on the cheeks, feeling very pleased.

"There is no retreat in this battle. Only with you leading the charge can the world see hope."

A monk on the side said:
"Master Xu! But if this continues, I'm afraid that we cultivators will die before the descendants of gods!"

"That's right, Master Xu! Each of the Divine Descendants monks is worth ten of us, and we don't have any reinforcements. If we continue fighting, we will probably be wiped out!"

Looking at them one by one, Xu Zhiqiu said firmly:
"There are reinforcements."

"Are there reinforcements? Where are they?"

Everyone was shocked and confused.

Xu Zhiqiu clenched his palm, holding the traces of the people in his hand.
The dark black banner he held high rang loudly in the sad wind.

Throughout the ages, this flag has been used to unite people's hearts for the second time.

If not now, when?
Di Jun's voice echoed in his ears:

"From now on, I will transfer all my human willpower to you through the traces of the common people. After that, I will transform into the "Great Array of Humanity and Ten Thousand Spirits" and become an array spirit to fight against the divine forbidden net in the sky. The rest is up to you."

"If you lose the power of your will, you will be doomed." Xu Zhiqiu said.

"Haha!" Di Jun laughed loudly, "It's just returning to nirvana, what's the big deal to me?"

Afterwards, Di Jun began to sacrifice himself.

A series of muffled rumbling sounds were heard.

Suddenly, everyone felt that the formation base beneath their feet and even the entire earth was shaking.

Xu Zhiqiu also felt that the big banner in his hand was getting heavier.

In a blink of an eye, it weighed more than ten thousand pounds, as heavy as a mountain.

He raised the banner high, swung it with all his strength, and made a loop in the air.

Then he slammed the flagpole heavily.
boom!
It was as if the entire world was shaken.

"wake up!"

With a loud shout, the wind and clouds gathered.

A bolt of thunder seemed to pierce through the sky, carrying his words with it and spreading to the entire world.

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Southwest corner,
The Kunlongque magic formation, which was activated by the remaining Shura power, was now covered with cracks under the continuous bombardment of the divine celestial beings.

Once that celestial being defeats Kunlongque, no one present will be able to defeat him.

I'm afraid the only outcome is death.

A group of people from the Demon Cult were still fighting bloody battles. Qinglong, Youji, Baiduzi and others were leading their masters to fight the enemy below.

On a high platform at the base of an array.

"Niece Biyao, if the enemy breaks through the barrier later, I, your old bones, will stand up to block it for you. As the saying goes, there is life, there is hope. It is better for you to retreat first."

The old poison god advised in front of Bi Yao:

"If you win this battle, please sign my name in front of the Holy Mother and King's statue."

"You are wrong, old man."

Bi Yao, who was in charge of the magic circle, shook her head slowly when she heard this. The grief of losing her biological father did not defeat her. She couldn't help but think of Xu Zhiqiu.

Thinking back to what he had warned himself about.

Thoughts in my heart:

"Is what I am doing today considered to be worthy of your kindness?"

So, Almond Eyes was determined and said to the Poison God:
"If we don't go all out in this battle, how can we talk about victory? It's just a death. My father is gone, and I'm not a coward." "You girl, you are much simpler than your father..."

Seeing her like this, the Poison God shook his head and sighed:
"…but it's also more likable."

There was no need to dissuade him too much, since the old Poison God was already prepared to die in battle.

Boom!

Suddenly,

Thunder rumbled across the sky.

All the human monks and the monks of divine descent looked up at the same time, with horror on their faces.

Under the bright night stars, the tracks of wind and clouds exploded radially, like the patterns left by a shock wave plowing the ground.

The celestial being in Kunlongque seemed to have sensed something and looked towards the east.

At this time, a vague and somewhat hazy shouting sound came from somewhere.

"wake up!"

The shout spread across the entire area and continued to spread infinitely to further distances.

A vortex unfolded in the void, and a bridge made of the surging water of the Yellow Spring was built from it, reaching the human world.

On the other side of the bridge, there seemed to be the sound of boiling Yellow Springs, and the rumbling sound like war drums came from there.

Then, one after another, human figures, some majestic, some hunched, some murderous, and some ghostly, appeared on the bridge.

"That, that's..."

The old Poison God's eyes were fixed on a majestic figure in a black robe in the front, and his old eyes suddenly became moist.

The man in black robe descended to the earth and stomped his foot, causing the earth to rumble and shake.

He exhaled and spoke in a rough and bold voice:

"I am the guardian of the Second Saint, there is no other in the world, Qiu Wangyu is me!"

Most of the Demon Cult disciples below looked confused, except for Qinglong Youji and Baiduzi, who both looked incredulous:
"That, that is actually the previous generation of Cult Master Qiu!"

According to legend, more than a hundred years ago, the entire Demon Sect experienced a brief period of great unification.

The four major families at that time all obeyed the orders of one person wholeheartedly, and that person was Qiu Wangyu.

Later, he was seriously injured and died because of a single-handed challenge to the Zhuxian Sword Formation in Qingyun Mountain.

After that, the Demon Sect fell apart again and fought against each other.

But no matter what, this man was also recognized as a devil and hero in the world at that time.

Behind Qiu Wangyu, there were hundreds and thousands of shadowy figures who descended to the human world from the other side of the underworld.

The second eye-catching person was an old man in a bloody robe.

"It's a black-hearted old ghost!"

Someone recognized it.

Eight hundred years ago, there was a demon leader who founded the Blood Refining Hall. It was said that his magic power was unfathomable, and with his own strength, he made the righteous people of the world unable to sleep or eat.

The black-hearted old man glanced around, and his old face under the robe looked a little sad and lost:

"So, my Blood Refining Hall has also been lost in the long river of time?"

"You deserve it. This is retribution for your betrayal, you black-hearted old ghost."

A cold female voice sounded from behind him.

The black-hearted old man turned around and saw a woman in a luxurious yellow palace dress. She had an extremely beautiful face and an indifferent and aloof temperament.

Someone else recognized it below:
"That's Madam Jin Ling of the Hehuan Sect!"

Each of them was once a famous figure in the history of the Demon Cult.

Qingyun Mountains,

The Zhu Xian Sword Formation, which was under pressure inch by inch, finally collapsed. Wan Jianyi vomited blood and finally fell from the clouds.

In the end, Chen Huang Tianren was superior. Not only did he defeat the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, but even Xiaobai and others were no match for him.

"You have already lost, so accept the reality."

Chen Huang Tianren announced the end of the war and started a unilateral massacre.

But at this moment,
A vortex also unfolded in the sky, and then the water of the Yellow Spring rushed down mightily and landed directly on the Tongtian Peak.

From the underworld, there also emerged figures with pure and clear temperaments and glowing bodies.

The leader was a man in a dark green robe, with white hair and beard, looking like a golden immortal in the sky.

Wan Jianyi and all the Qingyun leaders and elders recognized that person:
"It's Master Qingye!"

"And there is also the previous headmaster Tian Chengzi!"

"The tenth generation headmaster has no prescription!"

"Give me back Qingyun's ancestors!"

"Oh my God!"

All the Qingyun monks were going crazy at this moment.

In fact, not only here,
At this time in this human land, there are no less than a hundred Yellow Springs Bridges appearing one after another.

Those brilliant and talented people who had long disappeared in the long river of cosmic light, came down to reality from the other side because of the call of the man holding the flag.

As the great banner danced, all the spirits of humanity gathered together.

A showdown with the arrogant monk of divine descent. (End of this chapter)