"Let everyone who has been killed by the demons ...... Not counting those who are extremely vicious, all of them are restored to their original living appearance. Wu Tian raised his head and said the content of his wish.

He didn't say "resurrection" directly, because he wasn't sure if he could resurrect everyone normally without or damaged corpses, so he said that he would "return to his original living state".

At this time, Wu Tian suddenly remembered...... When I was a child in my first life, I watched Dragon Ball on time in front of the TV every day after school, and I naively thought about things like "It's so stupid to make a wish, 'Give me a hundred more wishes', can't you keep making a wish?" At this time, the Dragon Ball Divine Dragon was in front of him, but he no longer had such thoughts, and when he thought about it, it was really like a world away.

Well...... It is indeed "separated by two lifetimes", separated by two lifetimes.

"This wish...... It's easy......

The red light in the eyes of the turquoise divine dragon with the dark canopy as the background suddenly lit up, and with his low, distant and deep voice, an invisible and vast force also radiated and enveloped the entire earth in an instant, turning into an invisible hand and disrupting the order of cause and effect.

Qian Mingyi and Long Xinchen both stared at the majestic and sacred Teal Divine Dragon with expectant eyes, and the light of the seven dragon balls on the ground connected to the tail end of the Divine Dragon in front of them reflected their faces one by one.

The immortal bird whispered softly beside it, it twisted its head, and saw that in the ruins of the Martial Immortal Stream building, somewhere, a hand was grabbed out of the soil, and then more people, wearing white martial arts uniforms that were worn out or had blood stains, appeared out of thin air, lying on the ground in pieces......

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Yellow Springs of the Hades.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, all line up!" or red-skinned or green-skinned ghosts are polite, directing a large area of fireball-shaped souls to maintain order.

"It's been a long day...... There are a lot of souls from the earth. A ghost by the reincarnation pool looked at the notebook in his hand and sighed boredly.

This is a special record book, a partial projection of the book in the hands of Lord Hades, and these ghosts are only sent to them for their work. They also only have access to view and do not have any modifications to the register.

Another red-skinned ghost almost pushed his glasses, also looked at his record book, glanced at the soul team full of today, and smacked his lips: "Who knows, there may be some disasters happening...... But this has nothing to do with them, the life, old age, sickness and death of the living, and many other things, at most reduced to a little talk.

And at this moment, the group of souls in front of them who lined up to enter the reincarnation pool, a long section of it, suddenly disappeared in an instant, as if they had left the Yellow Spring of the Netherworld. At the same time, the same thing was happening in the soul procession in front of the Hades Palace, and in the soul procession boarding the plane to heaven.

The ghosts were stunned for a moment, their glasses slid down the bridge of their noses, they stared at the long line of souls vacant in front of them, and then looked at the records in their notebooks, the lines of text were disappearing rapidly, and they looked at each other, not understanding what was happening.

But...... The ghosts didn't dare to say much. Because even if something really goes wrong with this kind of thing, it can't tolerate them at all, and if they get into trouble, they will be distracted. Who can guarantee that it was not the Hades who showed mercy and let those people back to life?

At this time, Lord Hades was behind the wide desk in the Hades Palace, rubbing his head with a headache, looking at the thick workbook in his hand, rolling his eyes, and muttering something in his mouth.

The planet of the world.

The two thin antennas on the head of the King of the Northern Realm trembled, and when he saw the bitter gourd face of the King of Hades in the Huangquan Hades Palace, he couldn't help but grin silently. Dragon Ball this thing...... It's really an incredible thing that can disturb the order of yin and yang.

'Namek...... Why do you have this mysterious power that can make dragon ball......s? Is there any connection to that catastrophe countless years ago......'

The King of the Northern Realm pushed the small round sunglasses, thinking faintly in his heart. He remembered that many years ago, when the ancient Nameks first made Dragon Balls to summon the dragon to make a wish, the Eastern Realm King, the ruler of the Eastern Universe, was depressed and complained to the Great Realm King.

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"Senior brother!!" Qian Mingyi trembled with excitement, looking at the group of people who were getting up from the ground not far away, and they were at a loss, the familiar faces...... They are really resurrected! Qian Mingyi burst into tears and rushed over.

"What is that?" Among the resurrected Martial Immortal Stream disciples, someone pointed to the Divine Dragon not far away in surprise.

"Xiao Yi?!" A group of Martial Immortal Stream disciples supported Qian Mingyi who rushed over, their faces were very puzzled, but they were also infected by him, and their eyes were red, "I remember that we have been killed...... How...... Is this the underworld?"

Shaking his head and looking around, although most of them are in ruins, they ......

"No, this is our Martial Immortal Stream!"

"Yes...... Vic is not ......"

"It's the Patriarch! The Patriarch is back!" Qian Mingyi stood up, stroked his sleeves on his face twice, wiped his face with tears and snot, but still smiled happily, "He took action and wiped out all the demons, including the Great Demon King of Vic!" He also found the Dragon Ball sent to the world by the legendary god of heaven, and summoned the dragon dragon to resurrect all the dead!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed back, facing the majestic and huge dragon in the air not far away. Not far away, the blue-green divine dragon floating around, the invisible majesty, as if it was close at hand, there was a sense of oppression.

"Ancestor, Shenlong?" everyone was stunned, everyone present had only heard of their Martial Immortal Ancestor, and had never seen a real person, at most they had seen the portrait of Martial Heaven made by Aragorn.

Qian Mingyi walked over with everyone, and Wu Tian also turned around, revealing the appearance of a middle-aged man, which was also the appearance that all the disciples of Wu Xianliu had seen in the portrait.

"It's really the Patriarch!" the disciples of the Martial Immortal Flow were excited and saluted one after another.

Wu Tian sighed: "You have suffered ......"

"Your wish has been granted...... So...... Goodbye......" The majestic voice of the divine dragon sounded overhead, and then an even brighter golden light erupted behind him, and the sound of ascension rose into the air—

Wu Tian turned his head diagonally back, and at the same time that the golden light cluster wrapped in the seven dragon balls rose to the peak, he disappeared in place, and in the next moment, he had already come to the side of the dragon balls in mid-air.

The Dragon Balls were arranged in a circle of light, spinning, ready to go.

Wu Tian's face was calm, and when he opened his hand, a white qigong wrapped the golden light wrapped in the dragon balls, and then the white qigong was hit by seven outward impacts...... It's just that this strength is too slight for Wu Tian to be worth mentioning.

The white qigong dissipated, and the seven dragon balls had turned into seven white stones.

And the sky ...... It was also in the process of driving away all the darkness and becoming brighter. Blue sky and white clouds, far away and quiet.

Wu Tian floated down from mid-air and landed in front of a group of Martial Immortal Stream disciples, seven white stones spinning and floating quietly beside him. In the process of falling, he was already chanting the incantation, when his mind moved, the power of magic was activated, and a pile of rubble on the ground floated up, turning into a small wooden box, and seven white stones flew into the small wooden box on their own.

Seeing this small wooden box, someone among the disciples of Martial Immortal Liu suddenly remembered something, and shouted: "Ancestor ......" frowned, he hurriedly ran back, rushing towards the pile of ruins, but felt an invisible force chasing after him and pulling him back.

"I've seen what you're protecting. As soon as he turned around, he saw Patriarch Wu Tian sighing softly and nodding at him.

This naturally refers to the small wooden box that Wu Tian found in the ground under the disciple whose back was pierced...... The testament inside. It was the last letter left by his only current disciple, Aragorn, and his daughter, Wu Xiaowei.

"It's good if the ancestor sees it,......" The disciple breathed a sigh of relief, his voice was low, this was the last thing that the master and his wife left to the ancestor, if there was an accident, he would be uneasy for the rest of his life.

Pressing the two letters in his arms, Wu Tian glanced at the ruined Wuxian Liudao Hall, and said slowly: "It's still ...... Let's clean up our home first. ”

After that, the incantation moved, and a huge magical power flowed out, and in the eyes of everyone who was extremely surprised, those rubble ruins, those ruins, actually took action on their own, and began to piece together and form one by one, and finally restored into houses, courtyards, gates, and stone steps...... In an instant, the scene of the former Taoist hall of Wuxian Liu has been restored for the most part.

Such means are simply beyond common sense, and they are done by the gods.

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It's night, and it's as cool as water.

The cold moonlight, like a fog and a dream, shrouded the earth like a light veil.

This is the second dark night of the day, and unlike the panicked questions of the first night, this time it ...... Dead relatives, friends, and lovers come back to life one after another, with endless gratitude, or sleepless nights of excitement and revelry, or happily hug each other and fall asleep.

The disciples of Wuxian Liu, they went to the nearest Sayuan City together during the day, and brought back a lot of wine and meat - the people in Sayuan City have naturally been resurrected, although the city is in a mess, but everyone has a smile, there are no merchants on this day, as long as you ask for something, you will definitely get something. If there is wine, meat and vegetables at home, others will generously share it if they need it.

This situation was even more obvious when the disciples of Martial Immortal Flow entered the city. Many people even scrambled to take out their own good things and stuffed them into the arms of the disciples in white martial arts uniforms.

People from other places have been resurrected, and they may have heard about the Martial Immortals from the mouths of the surviving people, and they will be grateful. But the people in Sayuan City have grown up listening to the legend of the Martial Immortal Ancestor for generations. Many people are convinced that who can save the world in the hands of demons, except for the apprentice of the great master of Wutai Dou back then, who else can there be?

After a lot of drunkenness and crying, the disciples of Wuxian Liu finally dispersed and went to rest.

Under the stars and moon, Wu Tian carried a pot of wine and walked alone to the broken mountain behind Wuxian Liu.

'Daddy, are you alright......

Sitting on the uneven stone floor so casually, Wu Tianyi tilted his neck and took a sip of wine, the spicy liquid ran down his throat, but he couldn't bring a trace of drunkenness. For his current body, no matter how strong the wine is, it is only a little insignificant stimulation.

Wu Tian's throat squirmed, pursed his lips, spread out a paper letter in his hand, and looked down again.

‘…… Over the years, Aragorn and I, as well as the disciples of Martial Immortal Stream, have been doing well...... It's a pity that I didn't give birth to a child......

‘…… By the way, I can't sit on the somersault cloud, haha, Aragorn's stupid guy can't sit up all the time...... You once said that only people with pure hearts can sit on the somersault cloud, Daddy, did you say that this person is getting older, and he has more troubles?...... It's been a long time since I've called the somersault cloud down, and I'm afraid I'll think of you, Daddy...... Are you alright, where are you, Daddy?......

‘…… I know, and my father doesn't want to do this, and immortality may not be such a happy thing...... How can a white-haired person send a black-haired person, how can this be happy...... Daddy, we're all leaving, leaving you alone in this world, lonely, will you feel lonely......

At the beginning, Wu Xiaowei, who wrote here, was already gray-haired, thinking about her father who didn't know where she was far away in the world, what was the feeling in her heart?

‘…… Daddy, my daughter is not filial, so I can't accompany you......

Wu Tian was on the broken mountain, facing the moonlight, drinking alone, and read the letter word by word.

After a long time, he stood up, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the two letters drifted away with the breeze and flew in the moonlight. Wu Tian finished the last sip of wine and threw the flask away. He moved and swung his fist, and his body moved, as if he had returned to the time when he was in Taidoushan. At that time, every morning, he would practice on the edge of the cliff facing the morning light, and sometimes, Wu Xiaowei, who was like a crazy girl, would sit on a somersault cloud to make trouble. and his wife, Wu Fangfang, was at home in a thatched hut in the mountains, making breakfast and waiting for them.

On the broken mountain, a figure kept moving in the cold moonlight, and the silhouette was on the empty broken mountain platform, looking so lonely.

Fluttering ......

A flying shadow came from the sky, blocking Yuehua, casting a faint shadow and falling on Wu Tian, he raised his head and saw the immortal bird slowly flying down on the mist-like moonlight, obediently gathered its wings, and shrank on his shoulder.

Wu Tian was stunned, he remembered...... How many years ago, wasn't the first generation of colorful feather birds just like this time, flying from the sky from nowhere, and landing beside him?

It's like a reincarnation.

It's just that the past is like smoke, and a hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Things are still the same, but people are not.

The broken mountain is still the broken mountain of the year, but the people who used to be here are gone. The immortal bird is no longer the colorful feather bird of the year, and he is no longer the same person he was back then.

In the silence of the night, a cloud flew down from the depths of the starry sky, and the figure slowly floated down to it, lying on the cloud with his arms folded, looking up at the starry night sky, closing his eyes, as if asleep.

The bird, on the other hand, spread its wings lightly, and its low moaning echoed around the emptiness, and it circled around the cloud for a while, and finally landed gently on the cloud, and its wings rested on the man lying on the cloud...... (To be continued.) )