My talent is resurrection

Chapter 414
In the tenth year of the border gate in Tianguang Prefecture, the front line was barely able to support the monster clan's offensive, but there was a news from the rear that could be regarded as a catastrophe.

In the autumn of this year, Zhongtu Shenzhou officially cut off the connection with Tianguang Prefecture, and a thousand-mile strait was opened between the two states, in which formations exploded, standing between the thousand-mile strait, like a sky curtain.

After hearing the news, many monks in Tianguang Prefecture rushed to the junction of the Qianli Strait. Most of them were Jindan and Yuanying, and they were quite old. At this time, they looked at the big formation of the sky that was still rising suddenly, with complicated expressions, but it was not surprising.

Because as early as a few years ago, it could be seen that China-Earth China intends to split the two states, and many elders in the sect also made an analysis, and it is estimated that the two states will be separated within five years.

And the sign of everything was that the long bridge connecting the two states broke, leaving a [-]-mile long river empty.

After that, it is only natural that three hundred miles will become three thousand miles.

The monks sighed, but they didn’t complain about anything, because Middle-earth China gave them the right to choose. The monks who were willing to go to Middle-earth China had already left. That's all.

After living for a lifetime, in the end they will end up leaving their hometowns. It would be better to die in battle. They usually fear too much and don't have the courage to go to the battlefield. But if Tianguangzhou really can't hold on, they have to kill it for the sake of their ancestors. Only a few monsters will do.

A group of Jindan and Yuanying elders stood on the shore, looking back at the entire Tianguang Prefecture, they could already vaguely see that the sky near the border of Tianguang Prefecture was a little dark.

Everyone has lived for hundreds of years. Although the state is not high, but there is some hopeful means, it can be seen that the luck of the frontier is not good for the human race. At this time, it is probably equally divided between humans and monsters.

There is no way, the human race can't afford so many monks to die, and they don't have the combat power to crush them. If one goes up and down, the monster race will definitely win the upper hand in the end.

After that, it was straight to break through the border and go north to the sky...

Among the crowd, a highly respected old man suddenly said, "I think everyone has already sent their juniors out of Tianguang Prefecture, so most of our worries have been relieved. We have been hiding for so many years, so we should stand up..."

"That's the truth." A middle-aged man echoed.

The old man nodded, "In this case, let's all go back today and pay homage to our ancestors, so as not to disappoint our ancestors, to show our determination."

Everyone nodded, said little, and dispersed one after another.

Tonight, the top of Tianguangzhou Mountain is lit up one after another, not really shining, but slightly soft, intertwined and connected, like stars.

The next day, the older monks from the sect at the bottom of the mountain rushed towards the border one after another.

Their trip was not to kill the enemy, not to make meritorious service, let alone to talk about survival, but to do one thing.

Martyrdom to Skylight.

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Ten years at the border.

Chen Jiu's body, which had been standing upright all this time, was already a little bent. The millions of resentment and karma of the Yaozu made him unable to stand upright. It seemed that there were several mountains on his back, and he had to take a deep breath from time to time.

Ma Jiuwan, who was sitting high in the sky nearby, was exhausted at this moment. In order to help Chen Jiu in the past few years, he had been beaten by high-level heavenly beings and demons.

The most dangerous time even came to an ancient monster with high combat power in the twelfth realm, and beat Chen Jiu violently at the beginning. It was Ma Jiuwan who went out in time and played a very reluctant two-on-one with Chen Jiu, with Chen Jiukang leading the way , Ma Jiuwan was there to assist, and it was extremely difficult for a few days.

The monster with high combat power at the twelfth level should be bored behind him, and he didn't know where he went to the battlefield. Otherwise, if he really fought for a few months, Chen Jiu might be fine, and he, Ma Jiuwan, would definitely be finished.

But now the two encountered difficulties again, and it was a problem that was visible to the naked eye.

Chen Jiu's heart lake can't bear so many monsters resenting karma

Killing tens of millions of monsters in ten years, even a top-level celestial being who specializes in the way of the heart lake can't withstand so much resentment karma.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the cultivation base of these monster races is not high. The monster race managers seem to only want to seize the luck of the world with the human race, so they deliberately send some garbage monsters to the battlefield and deliberately send them to death.

These monsters are far from being soldiers, but their resentment, karma and luck really occupy a place.

Now Chen Jiu is like a full cabin. If he squeezes it in again, the result will naturally be uncomfortable, and he may even fall down.

Naturally, Ma Jiuwan had no way to deal with this situation, so he had to ask for help.

Ma Jiuwan got up weakly, coughed heavily, a lot of blood splashed out, and evaporated at will with spiritual energy. He also knew that it was the effect of too many injuries accumulated in his body for too long, but there was really nothing he could do. If he wanted to heal his injuries, he had to retreat at least more than ten years.

Who has been guarding this gate for more than ten years?

Maybe by the time he gets out of customs, Gwangju will become the Gwangju of the demon clan.

Nowadays, there is a shortage of people in all major cities. Since Zhongtu Shenzhou disconnected from Tianguangzhou, many big monks in Tianguangzhou saw that the situation was not good, and immediately retreated to Zhongtu Shenzhou. , or just don't care about life, and intend to fight to the death with the Yaozu.

What is Ma Jiuwan? He pondered for a long time, but he couldn't come up with any answer.

He never thought that he was someone who could stand up in times of difficulty, and even betrayed directly when he was in trouble.

But damn it, why did he guard the border for ten years? !

Even if he was injured all over, he didn't get any benefit.

Grandma has a leg, this is not in line with my style of being unprofitable and early.

Ma Jiuwan was sitting facing the wind, looking at the back of Chen Jiu who was still standing in the distance, shook his head, and grinned at himself.

"I designated Mrs. Chen Jiu in my previous life, otherwise it would be impossible for me to do my best."

Now Ma Jiuwan had to beg for help with his injuries all over his body. Fortunately, he was always shameless and didn't feel embarrassed, so he was ready to get up immediately.

There are not many people in the city behind him, and those immortal children were dispersed by him. Now the city is full of old, weak, sick and disabled who were forcibly conscripted to the battlefield. , not many, just over 2000 people.

Ma Jiuwan sometimes sighed, why the customs recruitment here is getting more and more outrageous, these old, weak, sick and disabled who are only in the second or third realm have been recruited. Is it possible that there is really no one in Guangzhou, which is so big?

Ma Jiuwan didn't want to understand.

Taking advantage of the wind, Ma Jiuwan set off to the largest border city within a thousand miles. It is said that a thirteen-level power is in charge of it.

Ma Jiuwan didn't beat around the bush when he went, and yelled directly at the gate of the city.

"Ma Jiuwan, a monk in the eleventh realm, begged the city lord to help him once with tens of millions of military exploits!"

Naturally, the tens of millions of battle achievements counted between Chen Jiu and him. If the thirteenth-level monk agreed, then he would give them all. The thirteenth-level monk would definitely not lose money.

In fact, it would be safer to go to Taoist Tianzun, but it is said that today's Taoist Tianzun has gone to the sky, and there is no one to be found.

No one answered in the city, and it seemed extremely silent and empty.

Ma Jiuwan didn't want to be shameless, and he didn't feel ashamed, he knelt directly at the gate of the city, presumably he had given enough face to the power of the thirteenth realm by being so submissive, so he should come out out of emotion and reason.

Thinking of this, Ma Jiuwan couldn't help applauding his wit.

"Cough, cough..."

The power of the thirteenth realm did not come, but Ma Jiuwan Nixue came first, causing his kneeling body to bend even more.

About half an hour later, a little old man in the city came out timidly, rubbed his hands and said to Ma Jiuwan.

"Master Ma, the city lord has left the city to kill demons and has not returned. I think you will never see him again."

Ma Jiuwan didn't believe it, and felt that he was not sincere enough, so he bent his body and refused to get up.

The little old man had no choice but to leave on his own after persuading him for a long time.

The silence and emptiness of the city completely dissipated at night, and the noisy singing and dancing resounded throughout the city.

Human-shaped iron cages, bone vessels for wine, and screams from the city...

They're all talking weird.

Ma Jiuwan didn't have the energy to investigate, he had to put one hand on the ground to barely stabilize his figure, and would vomit reverse blood every two hours.

He knelt down for seven days and seven nights.

It wasn't until Ma Jiuwan was exhausted that he fell flat on the ground with blood gushing from the corner of his mouth. After a while, he slowly got up and walked back with staggering steps under the setting sun.

"It's self-inflicted for an eleventh-level cultivator to end up in such a half-dead end."

Ma Jiuwan laughed at himself.

He didn't dare to go back immediately, and didn't know how to face Chen Jiu who was already confused and overwhelmed.

Now the sun is low.

Ma Jiuwan sat on the hillside with a weed in his mouth. After thinking about it, he still felt that he was useless.

If his mother is in the thirteenth realm, why would he need to ask other people?
He straightened his clothes, spat out the weeds, got up and patted it again, and after looking clean, he limped towards the small city where the outline could be vaguely seen.

His back is stooped, showing his old age.

The spit out wild grass rhizomes were bright red.

(End of this chapter)