My talent is resurrection

Chapter 466
Zhou Xian's pupils widened, he looked at the face in front of him in disbelief, and then turned to Le Sheng with killing intent in his eyes.

Jiang Ci and Li Xian stood up almost instantly. The former supported his swaying body, stretched out his hand, and the blood sword was forcibly condensed, and the hatred-filled Saint Chaole charged towards him.

Li Xian was seriously injured, so he had to throw the giant in his hand suddenly, the sword was shining brightly, and he and Jiang Ci went to kill Le Sheng together.

Le Shengshang glanced back slightly, then suddenly suppressed the two of them, causing them to fall to the ground and imprisoned in place.

Wutong Jushi hurriedly stretched out his hand and held Zhou Xian down, making him unable to move or speak, for fear that Zhou Xian would attack Le Sheng. At the same time, he looked at Chen Jiu with a horrified expression and secretly thought something was wrong. Jia Sheng.

This man in black robe turned out to be Chen Jiu, who had been missing for nearly ten years, and was beaten up like this by Le Sheng. In fact, the influence was too great. It is impossible for Taoism to sit idly by, especially now that the grievances between the two parties have accumulated deeper and deeper. , The fresh horse is still fighting Li Sheng in the universe, the two sides should not fight too much, so let's stop.

But when the fresh horse came back and saw Chen Jiu being beaten like this, with the friendship between the fresh horse and the old sword god, plus all the grievances between Taoism and the academy, it is estimated that Le Sheng must be beaten to death It's over.

And this is based on the fact that Chen Jiu can be resurrected. After so many years of disappearance, no one knows whether Chen Jiu's resurrection will work or not.

If he really died, I'm afraid Xianma will drag Lesheng to be buried with Chen Jiu.

This is no longer a level that Layman Wutong can get involved in. It needs Master Jia Shenglai to do it.

Zhou Xian couldn't participate even more. With Le Sheng's temperament, if Zhou Xian spoke rudely or even made a move towards Le Sheng, then Zhou Xian would definitely be hated by Le Sheng, which made Zhou Xian's sage path extremely difficult.

Layman Wutong lowered his head, a little afraid to look at Zhou Xian who was being suppressed by him, he was afraid of seeing Zhou Xian's resentful eyes.

But Layman Wutong didn't know that Zhou Xian, who was imprisoned, was already distraught, tears filled his eyes, and couldn't fall down, let alone take them back.

Jiang Ci was crushed by Tianyin and lay on the ground, clenching his teeth, clasping his hands firmly on the ground, trying to prop himself up, even scratching the ground with bloodstains.

Panting heavily, Li Xian staggered towards Chen Jiu with his seriously injured body. The distance of several thousand meters seemed like a world apart, far away.

Looking at Chen Jiu's face, Le Sheng was startled for a moment, then turned gloomy, his voice suddenly increased, and he spoke to everyone present.

"I've never seen this person before. Xu is a spy from the demon tribe from Tianguang Prefecture. We must take him back to the academy for interrogation before we can know his origin and purpose."

Some of the monks present looked suspicious, and they had already seen that this person was Chen Jiu, but the music saint in the school said they didn't know each other, thinking that Chen Jiu was also an honorary gentleman of the school, the music saint said he didn't know him .

How can it be? !
The monks present were not stupid, and they knew what Le Sheng was thinking. He just wanted to reduce his responsibilities so that he could deal with the Taoist punishment later.

Although I thought of it, none of the monks present dared to say it, for fear of being remembered by Le Sheng.

Layman Wutong couldn't bear to look at Chen Jiu's lifeless face, let alone look at Zhou Xian, so he had to lower his head, his whole body trembling faintly.

He felt sorry for Chen Jiu.

So after a while, Layman Wutong slowly raised his head, and whispered to Le Sheng: "I seem to have seen this person before, and I have some impressions, why don't you leave it to me, and I should be able to find out the origin later."

Le Sheng turned his face, looked at Lay Wutong, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, unable to see the expression, just asked: "Do you know him?"

Layman Wutong bit the bullet and nodded: "Yes."

Le Sheng asked again: "Can you find out his identity?"

Layman Wutong nodded hesitantly, "Yes..."

"Then you mean that I'm not as good as you?" Le Sheng asked with a gloomy face.

Layman Wutong hurriedly lowered his head, bowed and said, "Of course I didn't mean that, it's just..."

"That's enough." Le Sheng interrupted Layman Wutong's words directly, turned his eyes to Chen Jiu who was carrying him, and said in a cold tone.

"Let Jia Sheng come and talk to me."

The implication is that Layman Wutong is not qualified.

Layman Wutong looked helpless, pursed the corners of his mouth, and looked back inadvertently.

He saw the tears in Zhou Xian's eyes.

Layman Wutong raised his head suddenly, with a rush of anger in his heart, pointing at Chen Jiu, Chaoyue Sheng said loudly: "This person is Chen Jiu!"

Le Sheng turned his head suddenly, looked at Lay Wutong firmly, almost gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you say?"

Layman Wutong gathered his momentum and shouted in one breath: "He is Chen Jiu, the honorable gentleman of my academy, the little celestial master of Taoism, and the disciple of the old sword god Yao Tianchang, Chen Jiu!"

Le Sheng raised Chen Jiu's hand and let it fall to the ground, his face became calm, he clapped his hands casually, and replied.

"So that's the case, but he dared to attack me, and it is recognized that he slandered the academy, so I should punish him slightly."

The monks looked at Chen Jiu, who was no longer breathing, and felt puzzled. Is this a small punishment?
Le Sheng turned his head, looked down on everyone, and said again: "If anyone dares to openly slander the Academy in the future, then he will end up with him."

Some of the monks present gritted their teeth, but they still didn't dare to say more.

Layman Wutong's eyes were sad, when did the sage of Xuegong become like this, how can there be any truth written in the book.

Le Sheng stood among the monks, as if he was high above and out of the world.

Chen Jiu's arm that fell to the ground suddenly moved, and then Zhou Tianwuyun shone bright golden light and gathered in front of Chen Jiu.

All of them were pure martial arts, and they were all poured into Chen Jiu's body.

From the head to the soles of the feet.

The broken arm grew out, the pupils gleamed, and he stood up just like that.

Chen Jiuxian took a look around, paused at Jiang Ci, Li Xian, and Zhou Xian, and then looked at Le Sheng, sarcastically and disdainfully.

"Your father is back!"

mad!
The onlookers didn't know why, but their expressions were passionate. They just felt that Chen Jiu was really crazy into their hearts, the more crazy the better!
Seeing Chen Jiu's resurrection, Wutong Layman no longer suppressed Zhou Xian, and allowed Zhou Xian, who was full of tears, to rush out, and just hugged Chen Jiu.

The monks around were surprised, and Le Sheng's face was slightly gloomy. He had long heard that there was a relationship between Jia Sheng's young disciple and Chen Jiu. You can't blame him.

Chen Jiu patted Zhou Xian on the back and comforted him, "Okay, okay, we're fighting now."

Zhou Xian hugged Chen Jiu tightly, and she, who was always self-improving, sobbed softly, and complained to Chen Jiu: "You said you would come back."

"Am I not coming back?" Chen Jiu explained helplessly.

Zhou Xian didn't reply, but continued to hold Chen Jiu and sob.

That year was spring, and this year is autumn.

She didn't expect to wait so long.

(End of this chapter)