My talent is resurrection

Chapter 251 Fake Nascent Soul

The autumn wind is cool and whizzes by.

The donkey sat on the beam and looked at Chen Jiu's closed door.

It has not seen Chen Jiu for a long time. Lin Tao said that Chen Jiu is hibernating in this room and will not come out in a short time.

The donkey frowned, what is hibernation, isn't this lying to a fool, it is obviously autumn, no matter what, it should be autumn sleep.

After thinking about it, the donkey sighed again. It was nothing to see him often in the past, but now that he couldn't see Chen Jiu, he began to miss him.

It has only been a few years since the donkey's spiritual wisdom first developed, and it has been with Chen Jiu almost all the time, so if you really want to count, Chen Jiu is the closest person to the donkey.

The donkey hugged its chest with its hooves, imitating the way a human hugs its chest, and sighed.

"When did you come out?"

It's really hard to wait, it still wants to travel farther away with Chen Jiu.

The yellow paper old man next door wobbled up to the eaves, stood beside the donkey, patted it on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Why, are you waiting for Chen Jiu to come out again?"

The donkey patted his shoulder, slightly disgusted, and replied to the old man in yellow paper, "Why don't you let me wait?"

The old man with yellow paper smiled and shook his head, "Brother Chen, you won't be able to come out in a short time."

The old man with yellow paper has a high realm and is close to him. He can more or less feel Chen Jiu's many things in this room.

Especially in recent days, the room where Chen Jiu retreated was faintly connected to the universe, and there was an echo of heaven.

This is not easy, monks usually retreat to this point, then there will be a very long process.

Those who succeed will be able to win the gift of heaven, and there are countless benefits.

And if Chen Jiu wanted to win this gift from heaven, it was not easy, at least he had to have a great understanding.

So there is no rush for this matter, and the donkey can only wait in vain.

The old man with yellow paper chuckled, "Let's go, it's time to eat."

The donkey cast a glance at him, and said angrily, "You big silver, you know your rice is swollen every day."

The old man with yellow paper asked curiously, "Did you learn your accent from the monks in the middle of Tianguang Prefecture?"

The donkey frowned, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

The old man with yellow paper explained with a smile.

"This is the native language of the monks in the central region. It was passed down by most of the mortal practitioners in the central and southern regions. It is somewhat different from the official language of the orthodox immortal family, but it can be understood. Many old monks in the central and southern regions still like to say this dialect."

"Besides, this local dialect also has branches in the central and southern regions, and most of them are not the same. It responds to the ten-mile accent, and the hundred-mile difference is different."

The donkey's face suddenly changed, and he replied, "I'm in the middle!"

The yellow paper old man looked at the donkey with a smile, and continued: "This Central and South dialect is also very interesting. I learned it when I was young. It is very interesting. Which one do you like best?"

The donkey thought for a while, and said loudly, "Damn you!"

The old man in yellow paper froze.

----

Central part of Tianguangzhou.

Within thirty miles of Ziqimen, not a single blade of grass grows, and the wind and rain do not come.

Many monks gathered around thirty miles away, looking at the Ziqi gate standing on the highest point, with different expressions.

Now that the monks have made preparations for formation and siege, the next thing to decide is to actually attack and kill Ziqimen.

It will be an extremely fast process, and it will be.

Before Taoism can react, kill the cultivator of Ziqimen in an instant!
What needs to be decided now is the division of interests in the future.

Whoever gets the big head and who gets the small portion.

Decisions based solely on cultivation bases will definitely dissatisfy many monks, so several sects combined and decided to use the purest human head.

Killing a cultivator of the Ziqi sect and lifting the head is considered a meritorious service. The higher the cultivation level and status of the person killed, the greater the merit.

Standing in the sky, the grand elder of Han Hanzong waved slightly to the people beside him, and said in a cold voice.

"This time we besieged and killed Ziqimen, leaving no survivors, so as not to cause extra problems, and let Taoism find us a handle."

Several people answered, turned and left.

The cultivator below rose instantly, and the formation was shining and mighty, like a bloodthirsty torrent, rushing towards the purple air gate.

Guan Hai, the master of Ziqi Gate, stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back and his face expressionless.

Behind him, several old men stood with their heads bowed, silent.

Guan Hai looked at the torrent of monks coming from a distance, squinted his eyes, and said to himself: "I didn't expect that the Ziqi Gate, which has been passed down for thousands of years, would end in my lineage. I'm really sorry for the ancestors."

The old man behind him shook his head and said, "God bless Ziqimen, no wonder the suzerain."

Guan Hai shook his head, "There is no such thing as God's blessing, it's just a lack of manpower."

The old man hesitated to speak, and finally he could only let out a low sigh.

In this situation, how can we persuade it?
Guan Hai suddenly turned his head and asked the old men behind him, "Has the painting screen been sent out?"

The old man nodded, "When I got the news, I already sent the young lady to another state."

Guan Hai nodded slightly, "Yes."

Then there was silence.

When the monk rushed to twenty miles, Guan Hai asked softly again.

"The people in the sect have all left safely?"

The old man replied again: "Those who are willing to leave will leave after receiving the coins, and the rest want to stay in the sect and are unwilling to leave."

Guan Hai shook his head slightly, and said helplessly, "It's up to you."

Later, Guan Hai sighed again.

Those young people who still have most of their time should not be buried with Ziqimen.

Ugh.

Whatever you want.

The torrent of monks is getting closer and closer, and has reached the foot of the mountain.

Guan Hai turned around and took one last look at the mountain gate that had been with him all his life.

Then he turned, eyes scarlet.

Eliminate demons and defend the way?

Come!
Guan Hai suddenly spread huge scarlet wings behind him.

Falling from the sky.

Like a demon god descending into the world.

today.

The remaining [-] cultivators of the Ziqi Gate were all destroyed.

The suzerain Guan Hai beheaded a celestial being, and was crucified to death on his own mountain gate by the elder Han Hanzong.

The soul is gone.

----

In winter, the border city is covered with snow and silver, which is rare and beautiful.

Lin Tao is busy inside and out, and is about to start preparing for the New Year.

The donkey carried the broom and ran to the door of Chen Jiudongmian, ready to help Chen Jiu sweep the accumulated snow in front of the door.

The donkey just moved the broom when there was a sound at the door of the house. It was startled for a moment, but the door suddenly opened without any movement.

Chen Jiu was leaning against the wall, dressed in ragged clothes and covered in blood, looked outside and stared blankly, unexpectedly, it was already winter.

Looking at Chen Jiu's appearance, the donkey was even more frightened, and hurriedly asked Chen Jiu, "Are you all right?"

Chen Jiu smiled and shook his head, "Of course it's fine."

As he spoke, he lifted his feet and walked, and just as he took the first step, he suddenly fainted.

The donkey froze for a moment, then screamed.

When Chen Jiu opened his eyes again, there were people in front of him.

It's all here.

Zhou Yu was the first to ask, "How do you feel?"

Niu Mo continued: "Have you become stronger?"

The old man with yellow paper smiled and said, "Enlightened?"

Chen Jiu propped himself up, leaned against the head of the bed, and smiled at them.

"Hard to say."

Several people wondered, "Then why are you closed?"

Chen Jiu still smiled.

"Shut up and be lonely."

He ate the golden elixir fragments and melted the golden embryos.

Now Chen Jiu's realm, even he himself doesn't know how to calculate it.

Hard to say.

Maybe it can be regarded as a fake Nascent Soul?
(End of this chapter)