My talent is resurrection

Chapter 462 Leverage
When Li Sheng came back, Xian Ma was not surprised at all, after all, the two characters of Li and Yue were originally connected together.

And this Le Sheng was also brought up by Li Sheng himself. The two were brothers from the same school in the academy ten thousand years ago.

Although the old gentleman has a lot of knowledge, he has a short lifespan. After his death, Li Sheng, as his most knowledgeable and talented disciple, took over his position, so that he stepped up to the third position in the school step by step.

Li Sheng just looked at the fresh horse calmly, pointed to the ink stains on the brush of the fresh horse, and said: "Your Taoism is weak, so give me the fairy sword in the academy. be compensated accordingly."

Such words are actually telling Xianma that what the academy wants is only face.

But the fresh horse needs face even more, especially today's Taoism can't regress. He stepped forward, and the scarlet cloud covered thousands of miles of heaven and earth, facing Li Sheng tit for tat, said in a deep voice.

"The fairy sword is originally a Taoist thing. If I come to get the sword, I can only say that it is returned to its original owner. Why do you have the nerve to come and get it?"

Li Sheng listened, his expression remained flat, and he said casually: "If that's the case, then go to the World War, and it won't affect others."

Xianma curled his lips, "Among the academy, you are the only one who has a third of courage."

Li Sheng didn't say much, and pointing down the brush in his hand, an ink dot several miles in size appeared, and then a high-pitched dragon's chant came from within the ink dot, and a huge dragon head suddenly drilled out, enveloping the aura of heaven and earth, and carrying Li Sheng's straight Go to the world.

The fresh horse went directly to Huanyu, where he asked about the thirteenth realm, and where the fresh horse was the strongest.

This is something that all monks in the thirteen realms of China know, and Li Sheng dared to invite fresh horses to fight in the world, and his courage was indeed higher than the other saints in the Academy.

The fresh horse stood on a star, waiting for the arrival of Li Sheng.

It didn't take long for a dragon made of ink to rush into the universe. Standing at the head of the dragon was a holy man, looking directly at the fresh horse, without giving way.

Xianma raised his eyebrows, "I heard that you are the strongest literary talent in the Academy. I have always wanted to fight with you, but I couldn't find a chance. Today I came here uninvited, which is my wish."

Li Sheng was noncommittal, stretched out the ink pen in his hand, tapped it in the void, and twisted it lightly, and the four characters appeared in the void.

Thousands of troops.

After this sentence, thousands of holy saints appeared in the universe.

Learning palace literary talents can turn the painted objects into reality. The higher the realm, the more magical and powerful the painted objects.

And when you reach the realm of ritual sages, you don't need to paint any more, you can just write.

Xianma put his hand between his eyebrows and smiled disdainfully, "If fighting is not enough, what about thousands of troops?"

He tapped hard with his fingers, and there were red lines shining between his brows. The river of time in the whole universe was silent at this moment, and only Xianma could walk in it.

Only about three breaths.

But it was more than enough.

It only took two breaths for the fresh horse to go from the first kill to the thousandth. Then Li Sheng's body shook, and he walked out of the long river of time abruptly, frowning at the fresh horse, quite surprised.

"I didn't expect you to have gone so far on the road to detachment."

Xian Ma stared at Li Sheng, shook his hands between his eyebrows, and asked, "Haven't you already started to transcend?"

Li Sheng shook his head, "I'm just getting a glimpse of the way, and I don't plan to go further on this road. You and I both know the ending of the detached."

Xianma smiled disdainfully, "It's nothing more than blending into the long river of time. There's nothing to be afraid of. Besides, there are only two detached people, and what they say may not be true. In addition, compared to blending into the long river of time, I'm more afraid of reappearing in the next day." Gwangju."

After listening to Li Sheng, he stopped talking, just sighed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xian Ma cut a section from the long river of time, held it in the palm of his hand, and asked Li Sheng again.

"From birth to now, I have lived more than [-] years, and I feel that I have lived enough. If I live in this world, I will bring troubles to future generations..."

The fresh horse spread out his palms, and the clip was the scene where the Yaozu began to move into the Middle-earth China, and he asked angrily at Li Sheng.

"I have lived for thousands of years, and I still don't want to die, what are you waiting for?!"

Xianma crushed the image of his palm suddenly, his face became heavy and determined, "I will never let this image appear."

After saying that, two other fresh horses walked out of the void, one on the left and one on the right.

The three stood side by side.

Past, present, Future.

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Le Sheng looked under it, and after losing both hands, he first watched the aftermath of the fight between Li Sheng and the fresh horse. He couldn't see the outcome for a while, so he turned his eyes again, looking at Chen Jiu and the fairy sword beside him.

If you have nothing to do, why not control the fairy sword first.

Le Sheng thought so, and did the same. He came up to the sky before everyone could react, and stretched out his hand to press the fairy sword.

"let go."

Chen Jiu, who was the first to react, said in a cold tone.

Le Sheng laughed and said: "Senior brother and Xianma went to fight in the universe. As the one with the highest state and prestige, I am naturally obliged to take care of the fairy sword. You, after they finish fighting, decide the ownership of the fairy sword."

"Let go." Chen Jiu still said coldly.

Le Sheng's complexion sank, he pointed at Chen Jiu directly, and asked, "Are you not convinced?"

Chen Jiu nodded.

Le Sheng pointed at Chen Jiu's hand and pressed it directly, and the power of the peak of the thirteenth realm poured out violently, pressing Chen Jiu directly from the sky to the ground, shattering a big pit.

Le Sheng withdrew his hand, took off the fairy sword, and said indifferently to the monks present: "This person has unknown origins, he shot fiercely, refused to accept discipline, and is suspected to be a spy from the monster clan. I will bring this person back to the academy later." Interrogation, do you have any objections?"

The monks present were as silent as cicadas, afraid to speak, fearing that if they made a sound, they would be taken to the academy by Le Sheng as an accomplice.

Jiang Ci covered his wound, looked at Le Sheng with a frown, and then looked at the fallen figure in black robe, his expression was full of doubts.

No one spoke, and suddenly there was a sound in the pit, and the man in black stood up from it, with blood overflowing and flowing along the black robe, just standing there, facing Le Sheng, and repeating coldly.

"let go!"

Holding the fairy sword, Le Sheng looked at Chen Jiu with cold eyes, and only said, "Oh?"

Then he suddenly went to the ground, pinched Chen Jiu's armor with one hand, threw it to the ground, and then stepped on Chen Jiu's head, and pressed the fairy sword against Chen Jiu's neck, saying indifferently.

"You want this fairy sword so much, then I'll just use this sword to kill you here."

Chen Jiu's body was dark and burning with martial arts, struggling to get up from the ground.

Le Sheng's eyebrows were disdainful, and he increased his strength on his feet, and forced Chen Jiu's head to the ground again, causing a small hole to burst out.

Chen Jiu's pitch-black armor began to shatter into a small corner.

The demon master sat in Chen Jiuxin Lake distractedly, with a strong smile, and whispered towards Chen Jiuxin Lake.

"Borrowing strength."

(End of this chapter)