My talent is resurrection

Chapter 446
War leaves scars that heal and don't.

Chen Jiu leaned against the cold wall, and rarely thought of his old friend.

I didn't think about it before because I didn't dare to think about it. The torture in the prison would also interrupt his thoughts. Most of the time he was in a coma, which was actually good for Chen Jiu. Otherwise, after five years, he might be depressed.

But now that I have a lot of free time, I will inevitably think of this aspect.

And when I think of it, it is endless sigh.

What happened to Jiang Ci and Donkey who were sent away by him with the magic technique, what happened to Ma Jiuwan and Zhao Shuo?
Are the four people at the frontier gate, Guan Luhong, Zhou Yu and Niu Mo, alive or dead?

Chen Jiu didn't know, and could only hope that they were still alive.

He closed his eyes and muttered silently.

It is the Sutra of Peace learned in Taoist temples.

I hope that the old friends will be safe, but Chen Jiu also vaguely knows that some old friends may be old friends forever.

These are sores that don't heal.

He curled his lips, his eyes drifted, and he looked out through the tiny gap in the prison wall.

It seems to be the Chinese New Year, and there is a little snow outside, scattered and sparse.

The snow in Tianguangzhou is so beautiful every year, it was ten years ago, and it will be the same in the future.

Chen Jiu wrapped his clothes, it was winter, and it was a bit cold. Several teenagers huddled together, relying on their own body temperature to keep warm. In this cold night, they couldn't sleep at all.

Chen Jiu exhaled a hot breath, and slowly got up under the suspicious eyes of several teenagers. He gathered the little spiritual energy he could only use on his fingers, and pinched a trick of the fire technique that he read in the book, and the spiritual energy flashed.

A mass of rootless fire appeared on the ground, swaying in the night, illuminating the dark dungeon.

The eyes of several teenagers brightened, and they hurriedly approached the rootless fire, feeling the warmth in it. The teenagers looked at Chen Jiu with admiration in their eyes, and felt that Chen Jiu, who could start a fire in this prison, was the great monk in their eyes.

"First... Mister..." Zhang Changsheng suddenly called Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"Can... can you teach me the spell?" Zhang Changsheng asked bravely.

The other teenagers also looked at Chen Jiu with hope in their eyes.

Chen Jiu was stunned for a moment, then fell silent for a moment, slowly shook his head amidst the uneasy expressions of several young people, and said softly: "My technique is a secret of the sect and cannot be passed on to the outside world."

A look of disappointment appeared on the faces of several teenagers, but they didn't think too much about it. After all, the secrets of the sect really cannot be spread.

Chen Jiu sat quietly on the side. There were no secrets of the sect, they were all made up, but he was afraid that these young people would really be unable to get out after learning his skills.

He is the person that Yaozu focuses on, so it is better not to get too involved with others.

Chen Jiu squatted, and said softly to the boys, "Go to sleep."

There is a rare warm wind tonight.

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Calculated according to the calendar, it happened to be New Year's Eve, and Yaozu arranged for the last ring final.

Due to today's special day, many sect monks came to see the excitement.

As usual, Chen Jiu walked towards the ring under the leadership of Si She.

"This time is the eleventh level, do you really not need me to remove another chain for you?" Si Snake asked.

Chen Jiu shook his head, "No, just remember what you promised me."

Si Snake raised the corner of her mouth and said with a soft smile: "That's natural, but do you really think about who to let out, after all, you can only choose one person."

"I don't need to bother you." After Chen Jiu finished speaking, he took a step forward and stepped on the ring.

He was greeted with cheers resounding from the audience.

There was no one in front of Chen Jiu, and it seemed that he hadn't played yet. He frowned, and suddenly looked towards the dark place outside the ring.

The darkness was so deep that it suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already on the field, in human form, and said to Chen Jiuyong in a high-pitched voice that could only be heard between the two of them.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

It is a ghostly ghost that once appeared at the border.

Chen Jiu asked suspiciously: "Why, you were abandoned by the demon master and came to play this group arena?"

The Nether Ghost paused for a moment, the corners of its mouth widened, and it laughed wildly: "I volunteered to come here to kill you."

"Then you have to pray hard." Chen Jiu replied coldly, and opened a fist.

The ghost asked in confusion, "What do you pray for?"

Chen Jiu's black martial arts covered his legs, and his golden pupils were shining, "I pray that you can still go back alive and beg for mercy from the demon master."

Beat the drum!
Chen Jiu ended the secret conversation between them by kicking away the thousand-meter ring. The ring was split in half from the middle.

The ghost floated in the void. It didn't believe that its eleventh realm would not be able to beat Chen Jiu, who bound his hands and suppressed his realm to the heavens.

Chen Jiu suddenly bowed his legs, his feet elongated, and the black martial arts covered his whole body, swaying an extremely long firework.

Guan Luhong once told him that the 24 characters of Taoism, the more powerful they become, the more they need to be enlightened by themselves.

It took him five years to realize a word.

It should be the sixth from the bottom, which is No.18.

"pole."

Extremely powerful.

Chen Jiu's swaying martial arts stopped at this moment, and then seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and all of them were pressed on his left leg.

Kick it away.

The thousand-meter void was torn apart, and the ghosts were kicked into the thousand-meter pothole.

The arena is ruined.

There was about a moment of silence on the field.

As Chen Jiu limped and walked out of the ruins, there was an extremely warm cheer.

The monster clan worships the strong most, and many monsters have already shouted for Chen Jiu.

Standing on the edge of the ring, Chen Jiu watched the center of the pit kicked out by him with a radius of [-] meters. After thinking for a while, he suddenly frowned.

He hasn't been judged yet.

The pothole was suddenly filled with dark shadows, and ghosts emerged from the pothole stepping on the shadows. When Chen Jiu kicked it sideways, the head hanging from his waist was pulled back again, and he grinned at Chen Jiu.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that, you can't kill me at all!"

Chen Jiugang wanted to spit on the ground, but remembered that he was wearing a mask, so he could only forget it and said something.

"What a fucking curiosity."

The ghostly ghost waved at Chen Jiu with a sinister smile, and said disdainfully, "Come on, let me see what you can do."

Chen Jiu pressed the lame leg back, stretched out the good leg, and asked the ghost, "How many feet can you touch me?"

Chen Jiu only has two legs, but it doesn't mean he can only have two legs.

Chen Jiu is the best at fighting with his life. He couldn't help but step on the ground, smashing the ground for a hundred meters, as if venting all the depression in the past five years, and let out a low growl.

"They can't die, whoever sends them is afraid of you!"

Another powerful kick.

I changed my life.

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ps: Thank you brothers for your support, work hard for stability and more updates, the plot outline has been thought out later, the rest is optimization, and it is expected to be completed between 150w and 200w.

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