"The Changguo is newly defeated, and the people have not forgotten their homeland, and if you go to the mortal world, you will meet someone who wants you to lead them to rebel against the Jing Kingdom. You have to keep your eyes open and look carefully. Find out if they need an uprising, and if they really need you. Don't be taken advantage of, and never be called kings and emperors. ”

"Remember your identity, you are an immortal, a non-worldly person!"

With that, Wen Ling waved the sleeves of his robe.

The clouds gathered at his feet.

"Apprentice, haven't you come up yet?"

Wen Ling said to Pinghe.

Only then did Ping He understand that the master was going to send him back in person, and hurriedly stepped on the clouds.

As far as the touch can be reached, this cloud is soft, like cotton, but it drags people steadily.

Wen Ling opened his mouth and said: "Navigation, destination setting: human world, Jianchang City." ”

Cloud: "Autopilot starts, ...... distance from destination"

After saying this, the clouds began to move.

The two of them stood on the clouds, and the clouds were so fast that they were almost pulled into a phantom.

It was very windy, and at first it was peaceful and top-heavy, and I almost fell off the clouds.

Thanks to Wen Ling's support with his hand, he also lowered the speed of the clouds.

This cloud fell into the city of Jianchang City with an extremely arrogant attitude.

The whole city of Jianchang City was boiling.

They had also heard about the immortal descending in Mobei City before, and now, how could they not be very excited to see the immortal descend again after almost half a year.

Ping He looked down from the clouds, only to see one head sticking out of the houses, and the streets were also densely packed with people.

After becoming an immortal cultivator, he could see clearly even from a distance.

Those men looked up at the sky. There was a look of horror on his face, and there was a hint of fear.

In front of everyone's eyes, Wen Lingling jumped down peacefully.

Ping looked at the ground below, feeling uneasy.

But he was also an immortal cultivator, so he immediately used his aura and jumped down.

The aura in his body naturally worked endlessly, and his peaceful body floated down from the clouds like a feather and fell into the city.

That robe was blowing in the wind, fluttering and quite immortal.

After he landed, no one dared to come over for a long time.

Ping He bowed slightly in the direction of the former royal palace.

"I am the apprentice of the Immortal Realm Inspiration True Monarch, and the immortal cultivator is peaceful."

Said peacefully and loudly.

"I'm here just to visit your family, so you don't need to panic!"

Wen Ling nodded slightly on the clouds.

He rode away in the clouds.

……

Huang Si came to the aura world and appeared in the Rose Garden.

To be on the safe side, he had moved the balancer to the Rose Garden.

In many battles, the Rose Garden was the only place that no one could invade. It's safe and secure.

Standing in the garden, Huang Si took a quick sweep over the nineteen clansmen.

As he inquired, one of them hurriedly said:

"Master, a native has asked for your help, and I have asked him to wait for you outside the walls of the wasteland."

"Huh? Let me see. ”

Huang Si wanted to accept a little aborigines as dependents on the side of the aura world.

But it's useless for ordinary people to ask for it, and if they want to accept it, they will accept it.

He then asked his family members to carefully search for cultivators who needed to be resurrected or healed.

If you want to be resurrected, it is better to keep the soul alive.

There are means of soul preservation in this world, because it is said that immortals can take souls to reincarnate or let them directly change their cultivation methods.

Therefore, if a relative or friend dies, the cultivators here will try their best to save the soul of the other person, and then find a way to ask for someone.

It's just that there are too few means to keep the soul alive for a long time.

And in this world, there is no real immortal yet.

Therefore, the resurrection and the healing of relatives and friends have become a huge seller's market.

The market has broad prospects.

The wasteland is a large circle around the perimeter of the Lost Temple.

Outside the wall, there was a young man kneeling.

This young man, who looked embarrassed and emaciated, did not look like a cultivator anymore, and seemed to have experienced very serious torture.

He was dressed in a cultivator's battle uniform, with a long sword tied around his waist, but a wooden coffin was placed beside him.

The coffin was made of wood, with undamaged corners and patterns, and a piece of transparent glass-like material embedded in the front panel.

Inside the coffin, there was a person, or rather, a corpse, but perhaps because of the coffin's protective effect, although the person was already dead, his face was lifelike.

Not only did the young man kneel on the ground, his hands on the ground in front of him, but he kept muttering.

"Pray that the temple will save the warbler."

"Pray that the temple will bring the warbler back to life......"

Huang Si pierced a hole in the protective shield, pinched a prosthetic body, and instantly descended in front of the young man.

The young man was also a monk in the Dan cultivation period, and when there was movement ahead, he immediately woke up.

Before he could raise his head, he only felt a terrible heat wave coming.

The sharp black claws fell heavily to the ground, splashing up the dust, and the dark red fire shone under the cracked skin like volcanic rock, and a single claw occupied the entire vision of the young man.

The astonishing heat swept over, and the young man had to keep retreating with the coffin.

His gaze looked upward, and a terrifying sight came into view.

Revealing cracks, dripping with fiery red magma, a neck with sharp spines like fish fins, a metallic black chin like an anvil, dense fangs interlaced up and down, several black horns like goats or devils, blood-red, eyes with a strange red light......

And, the huge wings covered with countless sharp scales and thorns, with a black trunk and a red membrane, obscured the entire sky!

"My name is Deathwing."

"Destiny's Destroyer."

"The Terminator of All Things."

"Unstoppable ......"

"No Rebellion ......"

Huang Si stared at the tiny cultivator under the huge body, and slowly spit out the last line in the tone of Deathwing:

"I! Namely! Cataclysm! ”

Below, the young man almost crawled with a roll.

He had never seen such a huge monster, and even as a third-order cultivator, he instinctively wanted to flee in fear.

"You're a cultivator? Wake me up, what's the matter? ”

Huang Si mimicked Deathwing's voice and spoke, his voice rumbling.

He just didn't want the people of this world to figure out his identity, so he pinched the image of Nesario, a black dragon in the World of Warcraft, to appear. The result is unusually good, and it is worthy of the final boss of Dragon's Soul.

Use the modeling of World of Warcraft to scare people from other worlds who have never seen the world, cool!

In the future, the image of the temple master = Deathwing can be fixed.

If necessary, you can also appear in other avatars, such as Ragnaros, the Fire Demon King, or a more archaic Starlight Dragon, or Invincible...... Oh no, it's Arthas, the Lich King.

I brushed the Icecrown Fortress dozens of times and didn't come out invincible, and I almost remembered the name of the boss wrong.

After listening to Huang Si's questioning, the young man finally calmed down.