My talent is resurrection

Chapter 194 Golden Core Realm Without Golden Core
Hao Ranzong's Tianshui almost dissipated by one-third at this moment.

Wang Haihui, who came back from Skyrim, felt distressed for a while.

My sect's magic weapon has lost half of its power in this way, how can I not feel heartbroken.

Wang Haihui looked again at Chen Jiu, who was in the sky water, where the water had evaporated for a little while. He first frowned, and then slowly opened it.

Seeing that Chen Jiuren is fine, it's better not enough, but the matter of his own sect can't just be left alone.

Wang Haihui couldn't save face and argue with a junior like Chen Jiu, but he could argue with the old master, and he had to earn some compensation.

Otherwise, after this battle, Haoranzong's reputation will decline, and the lamp will be lost, and it will be too bad if it has not been recovered at all.

The old celestial master raised his hand, and a jade mirror magic weapon flew away, collecting all the dark void that spread in the sky, and it was considered to have subdued this uninspired monster fairy artifact. Afterwards, the old celestial master turned his head again and looked at it very quickly I glanced around.

Nothing serious.

The old heavenly master was relieved a lot, and arrived in front of Chen Jiu in an instant.

Chen Jiu carried Jiang Ci who had passed out, his eyes were surrounded by martial arts and fire, standing on the sky, his green shirt was slightly quenched without knowing when.

The old celestial master looked at Chen Jiu and chuckled, "This time Haoranzong has suffered a lot, but you have made a lot of money."

Chen Jiu raised his hand slightly, looked at the flames overflowing and flowing in his palm, and asked puzzledly: "What is that lamp?"

The old celestial master replied: "This lamp is a sacred object of the demon clan. The wick you ate just now was originally a flying sword of the fire attribute. It has great prestige. Now you refine the wick just like refining a Your natal sword is like a flying sword, and now I really don’t know whether you should be a body repairer or a sword repairer.”

Chen Jiu frowned in doubt, "Why don't I feel it?"

The old master smiled and said, "Have you ever seen a sword cultivator who can freely use a flying sword as soon as he arrives?"

"And your situation is even more special. I don't know whether your sword intent will cover your fist intent, or your fist intent will cover your sword intent. In short, it is a good thing for you. Look inside yourself and practice hard. good."

The old master stroked his long beard and smiled. He thought it was a good thing for Chen Jiu, but he frowned quickly, his consciousness went out, he looked at Chen Jiu for a while, and asked worriedly.

"The golden core is broken?"

Chen Jiu nodded and smiled bitterly, "Yes."

And after his resurrection, there is no golden core.

This means that the golden core is really broken, together with the Nascent Soul embryo inside.

The old master shook his head helplessly, "It's troublesome."

Not just Chen Jiu.

He also said himself.

Afterwards, if the old sword god who went to fight with the dragon veins and tiger veins of the monster race came back to find out, there is a high probability that he will come to the Taoist temple to ask himself for an explanation.

I can have a fart statement.

After thinking about it all, it can only be said that the plan failed.

It was indeed a mistake.

I didn't expect the Yaozu to come so soon.

What's more, he didn't expect that none of the celestial monks he had invited from the school didn't come!
Must there be such a clear distinction between the academy and the Taoist temple?
Is it true that the academy really doesn't get involved in what the Taoist temple does?
There was even a school lecturer who said before that the military uprising was instigated by Taoism.

Put his mother's fart!

As for Xuegong, where a hundred schools of thought contend, but Confucianism dominates, it is clear that there will be problems.

Not to mention military strategists, even the Mohists are somewhat dissatisfied with Confucianism now. Many lectures with Confucianism are tit-for-tat, and Mohism is also quite suppressed in the academy.

As for the discord between the academy and the Taoist temple, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is the discord between Confucianism and the Taoist temple.

After all, military strategists and Taoist temples have always been on good terms.

This time, the old heavenly master invited two military masters.

But they didn't come.

The old heavenly master also knew that it wasn't that they didn't want to come, it was indeed that the academy didn't allow it, or it could be said that it was Confucianism that didn't allow it.

Taoism and Confucianism are already competing with each other.

But the old celestial master still couldn't figure out why Confucianism had to confront Taoism on such a major matter concerning all the monks in Tianguang Prefecture.

Scholars really can't let go of this face?
The old celestial master's heart changed from grief and indignation to depression now, and he sighed.

If the academy and the Taoist temple don't work together, the world of the human race might really be beaten into the mess it was thousands of years ago by the monster race.

The old celestial master sighed again, and said to Chen Jiu: "The situation of the golden core being broken, you must not be the only monk for tens of thousands of years. There are many alternative ways to heal. When I go back, I will find the one that suits you best. I'll talk to you again."

Chen Jiu nodded, and the flames on the green shirt dissipated a lot, and said.

"It's not in a hurry, it's okay, it's just that the golden core is broken, and the person is still fine."

The old master forced a smile.

This sentence is indeed true.

After all, Chen Jiu is still fine, and he even ate the fire-type flying sword of the lamp wick, which is like a fairy soldier, which can be regarded as a better result of this misstep.

But this is only for Chen Jiu, and for the entire human race, it will be a huge loss for Chen Jiu to break the little golden core and cut off the way of practice.

It may cause the race to lose a celestial body that can climb the peak!

The old heavenly master bowed his head, waved his hands with Chen Jiuyi, and left in an instant. He had to find a remedy for Chen Jiu quickly.

Otherwise, let alone the human race, the sword god Yao Tianchang would have to argue with him in the first place.

He didn't want to receive Yao Tianchang's sword.

After the old heavenly master left, Tao Li looked at his junior brother worriedly, remained silent for a moment, and could only say comforting himself.

"People safe is good."

Chen Jiu laughed, "Why are you so sad, the fuck is drinking tonight, and I'm happy when I'm drunk!"

Tao Li nodded helplessly, "Okay, but I'm going out for a while, and I'll have a drink with you when I get back."

Chen Jiu said with a smile: "Then hurry up, after all, happiness waits for no one, and our brothers and sisters will not go home until they are drunk."

Tao Li nodded, stopped replying, and went straight to the sky in an instant.

According to legend, there is a cloud outside the sky, which is formed by the gathering of all the dissipated spiritual energy in the sky and the earth.

Tao Li went to Yunwaiyun here to look for Chen Jiusan's golden elixir scattered in the heaven and earth.

If he could get back some of the golden core energy, it might help Chen Jiu to reshape the golden core in the future.

Tao Li looked a little depressed.

After all, even if he recovers the golden elixir, Chen Jiu's chance to reshape the golden elixir is still slim. In history, there are only three monks who shattered the golden elixir and can finally reshape the golden elixir.

These three people are not the arrogance of heaven, nor are they the descendants of great sects, and even the remodeled golden elixir rank is not high, the reason why they can be remodeled is nothing more than the chance of this world, and the remodeling was successful under various coincidences.

The other golden elixir practitioners have chosen many methods to become Nascent Souls in an alternative way, but they don't know whether they are weaker or stronger than normal Nascent Souls.

Tao Li was worried, and rushed into the cloud outside the cloud, but disappeared.

In the entire Haoran sect, the monks of heaven and man came and went quickly, leaving only Wang Haihui and Wei Zhichong, a Taoist heaven and man, present.

Wang Haihui cupped his fists towards Wei Zhichong, "Thank you, Wei Xiaoxian, for your help."

Wei Zhichong was embarrassed to accept this gift, so he hurriedly cupped his hands and returned the gift with a smile: "Sect Master Wang said too seriously, I'll just kill a little celestial being from the demon clan, it's really nothing in our Taoist temple."

As Wei Zhichong is the peak of the eleventh realm of Taoism, he is indeed right to say this, but some disciples of the lower school line are not impressed and frowned slightly.

Wang Haihui nodded, still clasped his fists and said, "Thank you."

Wei Zhichong shook his head helplessly, and then said, "Forget it, I'll buy you a drink when you come to Daoist Temple later."

Wang Haihui nodded and smiled, "Okay."

Taoist Wei Zhichong also left.

Only Wang Haihui was left with a wry smile on his face looking at the mess of the lower Haoranzong.

In this battle, no matter which side wins, only Haoranzong loses.

Wang Haihui felt a little ashamed of his patriarch.

But no way.

Wang Haihui had no choice but to bow to the sky, and said in a low voice: "For my human race, please don't blame the ancestors."

Wang Haihui took another look at the extreme south of Tianguang Prefecture.

There were two celestial monks of the Haoran Sect, and all the celestial monks except him.

This is Wang Haihui's selfishness, and it can be regarded as a backup for Haoranzong.

After all, after Wang Haihui's death, the two celestial monks and the old celestial master should be able to protect the sect from being eaten away by the other ten sects.

This is the worst possible outcome.

Fortunately, it didn't reach the worst.

Wang Haihui breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the lowly monks again, thinking about what to do in the subsequent battle of the Hundred Sects.

Continue to fight?
It doesn't seem to be impossible, but the leader's reward has been lost, what should I do?

Wang Haihui thought for a while, and suddenly saw Chen Jiu, his eyes lit up.

He thought that if Chen Jiu won the championship, he would not need to be rewarded. Anyway, he would have eaten the reward in advance.

So good.

Wang Haihui then said to the lowly monk: "The battle of the Hundred Sects will start again in half a month, everyone should take a break first."

Without waiting for the humble monk to nod and agree, Wang Haihui disappeared along with the previous heaven and man.

Chen Jiu carried Jiang Ci on his shoulders, and after listening to Wang Haihui's speech, he stepped out slowly from above Tianshui and walked into Haoranzong.

Like fire coming from water.

Chen Jiu exhaled slightly.

There is Danhuo in the air.

The flames on the green shirt dissipated quickly and became stable.

The monks around did not dare to look directly at Chen Jiu.

After all, a monk who dared to charge directly at the cultivator of heaven and man, or rushed twice, is still alive, they really dare not provoke him.

So Chen Jiu walked all the way, and the monk avoided it.

Chen Jiu looked worriedly at Jiang Ci on his shoulder.

At this time Jiang Ci's face was pale and unconscious.

Chen Jiu was anxious and sent Jiang Ci to the medical clinic.

The donkey and the villain saw Chen Jiu and hurried over.

Halfway through the run, the donkey froze for a moment, then suddenly barked.

"Chen Jiu, where did you abduct this mother-in-law?"

Chen Jiushun gave it a punch, and said angrily, "This is Jiang Ci."

The donkey froze for a moment, then nodded quickly, "Oh."

A few people went to the hospital very quickly.

When Jiang Ci woke up.

She was surrounded by several people and a donkey head.

Jiang Ci was taken aback, and after seeing clearly for an instant, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly looked at Chen Jiu, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, but he didn't speak.

The donkey opened his eyes and said hastily, "Okay, I'm dumb."

Chen Jiu frowned and asked doubtfully, "No way?"

Li Xian with bushy eyebrows and big eyes shook his head, and rarely said: "It's hard to say."

Yu Miao retorted, "I don't think so."

Du Bai discussed: "Try it out?"

The donkey nodded, then waved its hoof at Jiang Ci who was lying on the bed, and asked, "How much is this?"

Jiang Ci closed his eyes, not wanting to talk to it.

The donkey shook its head and spread its hooves, "Oh, my brain is not working well either."

Du Bai asked back: "Have you considered that she simply doesn't want to talk to you?"

The donkey opened his eyes, "No way?"

Several people nodded, "Yes."

For this reason, the donkey was hit hard and kept silent.

Chen Jiu grinned.

It's good that Jiang Ci is conscious now, let's take it easy in the future.

In the next half month, Jiang Ci mostly sat quietly, because he lost an original sword energy, his whole body lacked strength, and his face was pale.

Seeing the donkey, he thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered a sentence from the book, and asked.

"Kidney deficiency, always after overwork, sore legs and feet, lack of energy, pale face, as if the body has been hollowed out, is it because the kidneys are overdrawn?"

From that day on, Jiang Ci never spoke a word to the donkey again.

Chen Jiu often ran outside the Haoran Sect, not knowing what to do, and always came back at dusk.

Later, a monk passed by and saw a branch of the Huaihe River outside Haoranzong, which flowed to another big river.

And that branch gully looked extremely messy, as if... it was forcibly chiseled out by someone.

Chen Jiu chiseled the river.

Because Huai water can wash away the flames on his body.

Otherwise, every time Chen Jiu condenses his martial arts, a very bright flame will appear on his body, which is not big but extremely hot.

Chen Jiu was afraid that practicing boxing in Haoranzong City would set others on fire.

The donkey also jokingly said that this is called barbecue anywhere, which is really not good.

So Chen Jiu found the Huai River, rushed into the water, practiced boxing all the way in the water, and chiseled branches.

But even so, Chen Jiu still couldn't control his flame.

This flame has penetrated into his blood and bone marrow, blooming and extinguishing together with him, it seems to have become the source of existence on the same level as Wu Yun.

It is precisely because of this that it is difficult to control. Many times when Chen Jiu is in a hurry, flames will dance around his body.

This can't be helped, so we can only take it slowly.

Chen Jiu only thought that flames were everything.

But he didn't know that in his blood and bone marrow, buried under the flames, there was a prototype of a flying sword made of blood and bone marrow.

Being buried deep, waiting to be unsheathed.

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Tao Li came back half a month later, his face was lost, Chen Jiu scattered the golden core energy in the world, he searched all over Yunwaiyun, but found nothing, so he had no choice but to come back.

At this time, the Battle of Hundred Sects also started again.

The remaining ten monks drew lots to catch each other and fight each other.

Chen Jiu drew He Zhidong, the boy in white who likes to shake folding fans.

Chen Jiu smiled at him.

After this battle, the monks of the Battle of the Hundred Sects witnessed a fight with the most disparity in combat power.

It was completely Chen Jiu's unilateral beating of He Zhidong, and even burned He Zhidong's magic folding fan.

In the end, He Zhidong was defeated by the Tianshui side, and because of the weakening of Tianshui's power, He Zhidong had to suffer three layers of injuries.

So He Zhidong was scorched all over and his hair was disheveled.

Chen Jiu said with a smile, "I will make you an afro, and there is no charge."

The monks looked surprised, looking at He Zhidong, most of them shook their heads in sympathy.

Chen Jiu stood quietly on the stage, his green shirt fluttered, and tiny flames danced on it.

Chen Jiu is no longer in the realm of the little golden core since the little golden core was broken.

It has become a golden elixir without a golden elixir.

Unparalleled in the world.

(End of this chapter)