My talent is resurrection

Chapter 456 The Perfect Way

The sorcerer stands at the highest point in Tianguangzhou, straight into the sky, and can pick up the stars. From here, he looks at the Middle-earth Shenzhou, which is very clear.

He had thought about letting Chen Jiu go to Middle-earth China for a long time, and the most important things to pay attention to were the saints in the academy and the heavenly gods in Taoism.

These are not vegetarians. If they are discovered, even if Chen Jiu wants to come back, he may not be able to come back.

So to make a perfect strategy, first Chen Jiu.

Calculating Chen Jiu is too simple.

In the words of the human race, Chen Jiu is a chivalrous man with good intentions, who has his own principles and bottom line.

In fact, a chivalrous man doesn't need to calculate, he just needs to put the reason why he must come back on the bright side.

For example, several teenagers in prison.

Chen Jiu will come back.

The demon master believes it, but it is not at ease. There are too many variables to go to Middle-earth China, but this is another excellent opportunity to achieve its goal.

The demon master didn't want to give up, so it made a decision, a decision that Chen Jiu would find difficult, but would never refuse.

Put your distraction into Chen Jiu's heart lake.

Chen Jiu really agreed.

It also made the sorcerer couldn't help laughing.

It seems that the chivalrous men of the human race always take their own lives the least.

Chen Jiu was vigilant in every possible way before, that is, he was afraid that his body would be taken away by the monster clan, and he would turn to torture and kill his fellow clan.

If only Chen Jiu died, several teenagers in the prison could be saved. I believe Chen Jiu would agree without hesitation.

The demon master can't understand it, but it likes this kind of chivalrous people, but it doesn't want the human race to have too many.

If there are too many, the Yaozu really can't beat it.

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Pingbei Sword Soil.

The surrounding area was still dead silent. If there were big monks fighting with each other in normal times, the surrounding monks would have started talking in low voices.

It's just that now it's changed to Taoist Tianzun and Xuegong Saint, and the surrounding monks really dare not speak.

The background is too great, and they are in charge of the entire human race world.

This was a huge commotion, and the thirteenth realm monks in Middle-earth China were neither deaf nor blind, so they naturally knew about it, but they only dared to use their magical powers to take a look at it from a distance, and then fell silent, as if nothing had happened.

Le Sheng, who landed at the farthest point in the deep stream, slowly got up, first patted off the dust on his body one by one, cleaned up the tattered clothes in an orderly manner, then combed the messy hair again, and put on a brand new hair Yuhan, finally wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Xian Ma stood a little higher in front, with his hands crossed, looking down at Le Sheng.

He knew that Le Sheng could clean up his body without using his hands, and it was faster than using his hands.

Le Sheng was wondering if it was worth it.

The answer is definitely not worth it. As long as we wait so slowly, Xuegong will naturally become the only person in power in the world of the human race. There is no need to fight with Taoism in such a fight with high odds, but there are still variables.

It's just that Le Sheng wondered why Xianma could disregard the safety of the human race and say that he wanted to fight the school to the death. In this way, the monster race must be the one who benefits in the end.

And fresh horses dare to say that they must have received the support of other celestial beings.

Le Sheng thought, frowning slightly.

I feel that this is not in line with Taoism's long-standing principles of conduct. After thinking about it, I only think that Taoism should have died too many gods and have too much resentment.

After thinking about it, Le Sheng became even less impatient. He sat down on the ground, his body flashed with golden light, and his clothes were in good condition.

Xian Ma curled her lips and said disdainfully: "It really belongs to the bastard, no wonder it can live for so long."

Le Sheng pretended not to hear, and closed his eyes.

It was also rare for Xian Ma to talk to this faceless and skinless thing again. In a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the immortal sword "Guang Yin", pointed at the immortal sword and said to Wu Sanjian, the master swordsman.

"This sword is not for you, go play with it."

Wu Sanjian watched the fight just now, he knew the strength of the fresh horse, but he was reluctant to part with the fairy sword, so he gritted his teeth and said boldly.

"I think all sword cultivators in the world should have the opportunity to get a sword..."

"The world's sword cultivators must have a chance..." Xian Ma interrupted him, and continued: "But you definitely didn't."

Wu Sanjian's face became anxious, and his courage suddenly became bolder. North Korean horse asked: "Are you going to target me?"

"No." Xianma shook his head and looked at the group of monks behind him, "I'm targeting all the monks in the academy."

Xianma beckoned again, "The academy students can go back to wash and sleep, you saints have been beaten to the ground by me, so don't even try to take the sword."

Wu Sanjian blushed, and defended without giving up: "What's the reason for this, the fairy sword is something that has no owner, everyone should have a chance?"

"Wuzhu?" Xianma's face darkened, with aura surrounding his hands, he stared at Wu Sanjian in awe, and scolded.

"Who told you that this is an ownerless thing. This is the flying sword of Tao Li, a Taoist disciple of Lao Tzu. Others took it for temporary use. I said that the academy can't take it, but it just can't."

After some scolding, Wu Sanjian was too frightened to speak, so he nodded slightly, "What you said is right, I'm leaving now."

"Wait a minute." Le Sheng came back here, smoothed the Baili Shenjian with his hand, stopped, and said: "Why don't you and I make a bet?"

Xian Ma pouted, "Say."

With his hands behind his back, Le Sheng raised his head and chest, seeing that his momentum was not weak at all, he continued.

"Let my school disciples take part in taking the sword. If you succeed, you will walk around when you see me in the future. If you don't succeed, I will do the same when I see you. How about it?"

When Wu Sanjian heard what Le Sheng said, his eyes immediately lit up. If Xianma dared to agree, he was very confident that he could take the sword in his hand.

"Okay." Xianma agreed directly without thinking. Although his Taoist talents were withered and sword immortals were scarce, this old bastard finally made a bet with him, even if the odds of winning were small, he would accept it.

If he loses, at worst, he will ask someone to send this old bastard away, and then bring back the fairy sword "Guang Yin". Anyway, he also said in the preface that the swords taken by others are only for temporary use, and they must be returned after use.

Xian Ma agreed, Le Sheng smiled, looked at Wu Sanjian, and said with a smile: "Go."

Wu Sanjian was in high spirits, carrying the flying sword on his back, and bowed to Le Sheng with both hands clasped, "I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Le Sheng smiled slightly, waved his hands lightly, "Just do your best."

The two sang together, which perfectly showed the warmth of the academy.

Xian Ma folded his arms and rolled his eyes as he watched them pretending.

Le Sheng didn't even think about it in the end. Although not taking the sword would hurt the reputation of the academy, taking the sword would be even worse for him.

And he made such a bet.

The fresh horse is the Taoist deity.

Taoist monks have a characteristic, that is, most of them are chivalrous, but not necessarily unreasonable.

What Xian Ma thought at this time was that if he lost, he would blindfold him and beat the music saint to death, which is not a good bird anyway.

If he wins, it's easy to handle, he will live in the academy directly, and let this music sage take a snake-like step!

(End of this chapter)