ps:Suddenly I found a bug in the previous article.,I remember that in the first part of the anime, the god Vic had mentioned that 'people killed by demons can't enter the underworld.,Can only wander in the human world' such a setting...... The souls that disappeared from the underworld before were indirectly killed by the buildings destroyed by the demons and the turmoil caused by them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

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"This time, the demons accidentally entered the earth from the space-time channel, but fortunately I happened to come back, otherwise I don't know what would have become. Wu Tian reached out and took the package from the Northern Realm King's hand, which was the Dragon Ball that had turned into white stone in a small wooden box, he shook his head and said, "And I may not stay on Earth forever, so I have to use the power of Dragon Ball......"

"But...... The demons in the Demon Realm have been killed by me and are almost extinct. Long Xinchen said beside him.

"Forever. Wu Tian's expression was flat, "The time changes in the demon world are weird, fast and slow, you have killed all the existing demons in it, but it is just to let the demon world enter the stage of reincarnation in advance." One day, a new demon seed will be born in it......"

"That's right!" replied the King of the Northern Realm, who whispered, "This thing of the Demon Race is endless...... Because they are from ......" said his expression changed slightly, as if he was reminiscing about something, and at the same time, the voice in his mouth became lower and lower, and he sighed and shook his head, more as if he was talking to himself.

Wu Tian's expression moved, and he wanted to ask what was going on. But the king of the Northern Realm was vague and didn't want to say more, so Wu Tian had no choice but to give up. Long Xinchen was silently on the side, not expecting that the demon race, who had sacrificed his life and wanted to be completely exterminated, was destined to recover one day?

Seeing that his expression was different, Wu Tian could probably guess what this kid was thinking, but he was not good at comforting others with words, so he only acted silently.

After a while, Wu Tian had a sparrow-like immortal bird on his shoulder, and after carrying the package, he said goodbye to the king of the northern realm and Long Xinchen: "Then I will leave...... See you in sixty years. ”

"Let's go, let's go. The King of the Northern Realm sent him away, but he didn't forget to advise, "Don't neglect your Martial Immortal Fist over the years, try to explore and explore, so that in sixty years, when Lord of the Great Realm guides you, you can also earn more." ”

Wu Tian just looked calm and nodded in agreement.

In fact, over the years, when has he ever slackened his own cultivation? That is, the meditation method and magic he learned from the magic star, he has never slackened for a day. During the more than four months that he took Long Xinchen to the Asura Cave, he also closed his eyes and meditated every day, refining his spiritual power, and at the same time deduced the Martial Immortal Fist backwards according to the power of the pupil technique in his thinking.

But...... To be honest, at his current level, whether he works hard or not in cultivation has little to do with 'sweating' and the like. While it is just as useful, it is not the only way. In the Spirit Time House, in order to break through the realm of Super Saiyan, Sun Wukong did not blindly temper his physical body, but just sat quietly for an unknown amount of time, and this is also because of this.

"Immortal, I will practice hard here with the Lord of the Realm! Sixty years later, the Netherworld Martial Arts will ...... You're going to be impressed. Long Xinchen's eyes were firm and his fighting spirit was high.

The King of the Northern Realm secretly pouted, impressing this old guy Wu Tian? I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. With your kid's current skills, even if it is multiplied several times or more than ten times, how much difference will there be in Wu Tian's eyes?

Wu Tian smiled faintly, the immortal bird chirped on his shoulder, the bird's voice had not yet fallen, Wu Tian had already turned around, and in an instant, his figure had disappeared in front of the King of the Northern Realm and Long Xinchen.

"I don't know what the immortals will wish again......"

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Back on Earth, Wu Tian appeared in a wooded area. This is a small forest on the mountain, the strong sunlight in the afternoon casts dappled light and shadow on the tree-lined mountain road, a gust of wind with heat blows, and the sound of the surging forest sea floats in the ears.

Wu Tian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and his thoughts drifted back to the scene of the family of three living in seclusion on Taidou Mountain decades ago. He and his wife, wife and daughter on the mountain, I don't know how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, counted how many times the leaves fell and flowers bloomed, and how many snows fell. Thinking about it, all the things of yesterday came to him like water, and the smell of grass, jungle, earth, and midsummer lingered in the wings of his nose.

In the depths of the dense forest not far away, there were faint cicadas and a few bird calls, the sound was crisp and ethereal, and it seemed to be mixed with the laughter of the little girl, echoing endlessly.

Fluttering ......

Probably wondering why Wu Tian didn't move in place, and the immortal bird flapped its wings and flew up under boredom. At this time, its body is petite, like a small sparrow with a red body, flying like a fireball among the lush green vine trees, but it is also happy and happy.

Wu Tian couldn't help laughing at himself, thinking, "What's the matter?" I always seem to think of Fangfang and Xiaowei recently, and think of the days in Taidou Mountain in the past......? Wu Tian, Wu Tian, I also said that you are really a casual and unrestrained person, but I didn't expect that you are just a mortal person after all!'

Shake your head and don't think about it. His wife and daughter have long since passed away, and now I am afraid that even their souls have been thrown into the pool of reincarnation, washing away all the things they had before they were born, and dissolving with the countless souls in the pool, and finally re-throwing themselves into the world without distinguishing each other, turning into another face. What's the use of thinking?

The shallow wrinkles on Wu Tian's face that had been conjured up by the Transfiguration Magic seemed to be a little deeper, and the thick black hair seemed to have faded a little. He quickly regained his calm and indifferent complexion, and walked forward calmly, and as soon as he landed on his feet, he was already dozens of feet away, as if he had shrunk into inches. In less than a few breaths, he had disappeared at the end of the tree-lined path in the mountains. The intertwined jungle foliage submerged his fleeting figure, and it was difficult to find him.

The 'fireball' that scurried between the leaves of the forest made a bend in the air and chased straight away......

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The place where Wu Tian came back was the deep mountain where the Asura Cave was located, and as soon as he came back, he naturally sensed it and found that the Asura Qi was not abnormal. After going down the mountain, he came to the already empty village again, thinking of the last remaining old couple in the Zhuangzi, Wu Tian carried the package on his back and was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked into the Zhuangzi from the end of the village.

The immortal bird flapped its little short wings to catch up in the air, it is not that Wutian is cold and hot, but there are some 'pampered', such a hot sky flies in the air, and there is no dense branches and leaves in the forest...... The immortal bird is already so hot that it wants to pluck its feathers.

Quickly caught up with Wu Tian, who was walking on the dry muddy path of the village, and stopped on his shoulder, which made him feel a little cooler. The immortal bird shook its little head and looked left and right, but it was all shabby, old thatched and muddy houses, which were really boring and boring. After a while, the little bird like a ball of fire was already grabbing Wu Tian's clothes and dozing off.

Wu Tian walked into a courtyard adjacent to the old couple's courtyard, and the people here had naturally moved away long ago because of the legend of the 'Demon Gate' that had been passed down from generation to generation, leaving only an empty and dilapidated courtyard. The dirt courtyard was littered with these broken baskets, and in a little shadow in the corner there was a broken chicken coop, and only a few broken eggshells remained on the dry and dirty floor......

He pushed open the half-hidden dilapidated wooden door of the thatched hut, and there was a puff of flying dust that looked like a ball of flying dust in the afternoon sun. Flying flickering, but not close to his body. Wu Tian walked into the house, there were not many things left in it, presumably the master had already taken everything he could move with him when he left.

After a while, a low, obscure voice rang out in the dimly lit thatched hut.

Wu Tian faced the door, and was about to sit down, in the process, the broken basket in the small courtyard, the broken chicken coop in the corner, and the little scrap material left in the house...... They all flew into the house as if they were alive.

Wu Tian naturally sat on a light wooden stool that suddenly appeared, and when he sat down, a low square wooden table appeared in front of him, he reached out again, grabbed a pot of white porcelain wine bottles on the table, and poured a little into a small white porcelain cup that appeared on the table one after another, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Drink it lightly, and soon a jug of wine is empty. Wu Tian's body leaned back, and the stool under the seat was correspondingly transformed into a rattan chair, he naturally lay down, grabbed it out of thin air, and a pu fan appeared in his hand, covering it on his face casually.

The immortal bird woke up from its drowsiness because of Wu Tian's movements, flapped its wings and looked left and right like a little nervous disorder, and finally flew down to the small table in front of Wu Tian, it walked to the wine glass that was not dry, and pecked it with its head down.

Outside, the scorching sun moved west, and the small courtyard was empty.

There was no wind, no cicadas, and no figures.

………… (To be continued.) )