After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 935 Tired

After working hard for so long, sacrificing so many monks, and paying a terrible price...they finally succeeded!

For a moment, all the cultivators felt joy and sorrow in their hearts.

No one knows how confused they are when they know that the enemies they are facing are those monks from the fairy world. No one knows, they see that the clothes and hands of the monks of the fairy world and the monks of the Holy King's Palace are better than theirs. I don't know how many times the helplessness of the fairy family's magic weapon, and no one knows that they still have the determination and pain to move forward in the face of failure and nowhere to go.

How many compatriots did they die for today's light?Counting carefully, the big and low... every continent can't be counted.

According to the statistics of Xianmeng, the unit is ten thousand.

But that is only on the surface, how many monks who have paid behind the scenes but have remained anonymous.

This victory was achieved by all of them hard work.

Some people sacrificed their lives, some gave their strength, some refined the Pill Talisman Formation, and some donated supplies...

They are all doing what they can.

Everyone... is also ordinary and great!
Shen Qingyi was very tired, she wanted to take a good rest.

There is even an urge to sleep for a hundred years.

Since those things were played, she has been rushing forward, urging herself every moment, and can't stop.

Every second, with a little more effort, on the battlefield, there might be an extra chance of survival.

One less person will die.

In the middle of the night, she practiced talisman swordsmanship and footwork...

In my mind, I was always thinking about how to best solve the problem, and use the smallest price in exchange for victory.

Every step is taken carefully, and every step is thoughtful.

Of course, war is doomed to sacrifice.

Those compatriots who died, those relatives and friends who fell!
She still remembers the moment when Uncle Zhou Lan fell, the anger, unwillingness, and despair that filled her heart...

They just want to live, but at that time, how difficult it is to live!

In those days of being hunted down, aggrieved, angry, unhappy... all kinds of emotions are intertwined in my heart.

Sometimes, she really wanted to rush out and fight desperately with the Saint King Palace, ancient beasts, and monks of the Immortal Alliance.

But after the blood was over, she had to calm herself down at an extremely fast speed.

Let yourself not be righteous.

Watching some things happen, but you have to restrain yourself, but you have to be rational...

Looking at the desolate battlefield, Shen Qing couldn't tell what it was like.

They are victorious!

When She Zijiang and the others found Shen Qingyi, they saw that she was exhausted.

His own disciple was covered in blood, with white hair, especially those eyes.

How clear and clean those eyes used to be.

Now, it seems to be covered with a layer of fog.

She's obviously just a little girl, but she looks like someone in her twilight years.

She Zijiang opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

He loves his own disciple, but with his identity and her identity, he loves her but is also proud of her!

"Qingyi..."

She Zijiang patted Shen Qingyi's head lightly, and pillowed his disciple's small head on his shoulder.

"Master."

"Master is here."

"I came back alive."

She Zijiang's nose was a little sore, his eyes were a little hot, and his heart was swollen.

His disciple... did such a big thing without telling them all!
"Master knows...Master knows."

The white hair in front of her eyes hurt She Zijiang's eyes.

It would be great if...his disciple could just be himself.

After all, She Zijiang couldn't hold back his tears.

Hastily raised his head.

He is the master!

Once upon a time, how much he hoped that his disciple could become an excellent monk.

She lived up to her excellent aptitude, and lived up to her status as a direct disciple of Tianshui Peak of the Lingdao Sect.

But now...

If it was...he hoped that his disciples could be like they used to be.

Live simple, pure, happy, happy.

Shen Qingyi was really tired.

Nerves that have been tense for decades are relaxed at this moment, and I feel even more tired.

"Master, I'm so tired... you can leave the rest of the matter to the uncles and uncles, okay?"

Shen Qingyi believed that his uncles and uncles, especially his master, would not let him suffer, nor would Pan Kongjie suffer!

Shen Qingyi looked at a few people not far away.

"Jiang Li, Deacon Qiu..."

The two understood that Deacon Qiu really admired this disciple from the same peak.

Speaking of which, the reason why the Tianxu Sect can have this person is because they picked up a treasure.

As soon as Shen Qing was able to call them on this matter, he obviously remembered them!
He saw Shen Qingyi's exhaustion, and Deacon Qiu cupped his hands towards Shen Qingyi.

Shen Qingyi felt his mind getting more and more confused.

Just don't forget to look at the tree of divine words standing beside her all the time.

"Master, this is Senior Shenyanshu."

The ancient beast is now standing on the united front with them.

Cooperating with these things, the uncles of the Zongmen and the elders of the Xianmeng in the Pankong Realm are better than her.

As for the outside world, those people had already chased Liulihuo away.

Those who stay are mostly interested partners who talk about cooperation.

And now that the rules of the Fallen God Small Realm are complete, and there are rules and karma added to it, the transmission channel leading to the Immortal Realm is about to be closed.

Those monks in the fairy world who want to cooperate can only send messages through burning incense or transmission channels in the later stage.

With the rules of heaven in the Pankong world and the current cause and effect, for them, it is a double layer of protection.

She did what she was supposed to do...

The moment Shen Qingyi's mind was completely relaxed, Shen Qingyi's world suddenly plunged into darkness.

She Zijiang held Shen Qingyi back.

After feeling Shen Qingyi's long and steady breathing, the worried heart was slightly relieved.

Liu Qingxin led a group of monks and cupped his hands in Shen Qingyi's direction.

"Leave the rest to us old things!"

At the moment when the Fallen God Xiaojie was completely hidden, Liu Dalai looked at Shen Qingyi who was being carried by She Zijiang, and couldn't help being worried.

Are you injured?

Jiao Changbai patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, there are also monks in our Sanxian League, and we will inquire about it later."

Liu Dalai nodded.

Now Shen Qingyi and the others are in the small world of fallen gods, it shouldn't be the world of gods and demons, some things can't be involved in it.

But judging from the attitude of the Yu family, they have identified Shen Qingyi as a bloodline.

Once out of the world of gods and demons... Liu Dalai doesn't know what the Yu family will do.

But at present, everyone is involved in interests, and the most concerned thing is the distribution of interests.

Yunze Continent
Seeing the disappearing Fallen Demon Abyss, the monk was a little stunned.

"That... Fallen Demon Abyss, disappeared?"

Feng Bei's face was pale, but he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

Now, just wait for the news!
Returning from the Fallen Flame Realm

The aura of the formation gradually subsided, and Si Qing in the formation finally couldn't hold back and passed out.

Huo Shen's face was also a little pale, and he quickly picked up Si Qing and fed him a pill.

After ensuring that Si Qing was only caused by exhaustion of spiritual power and extremely weak spiritual consciousness, Huo Shen was relieved.

(End of this chapter)