"Of course, if it's just a mutual exchange between the younger generation of cultivators, my Huaxia and the Ten Thousand Spirits Star Domain should be on par, except for Luan Ji. I'm worried about the older generation of cultivators now! Since the Buddha of all ages was split into two, the Buddha's wisdom and chaos seem to have been instructed by someone, and their cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and even makes people wonder if they are still Buddhist cultivators. Because since they returned to the Boundless Divine Domain, their exercises have changed from calm and mighty to fierce and cruel, and they are not at all like the authentic exercises of Buddhist disciples. Especially the abbot blood monk who led the attack of the Buddha of all generations this time, it is rumored that he has touched the threshold of the immortal realm, and his cultivation is second only to the Buddha Lord Hui Chao. Such a demon monk is a strong opponent that cannot be ignored!" Ji Luosheng opened the big hand of the old monster slayer on his shoulder, pondered for a long time, and sighed softly.

"Moreover, I suspect that among the cultivators who came to Huaxia this time, there should be powerhouses from the Immortal Realm mixed in with them. The Xie Ju who talked to Chiluo's predecessor was said to have been a Supreme Realm powerhouse who had broken the six shackles two thousand years ago, and after so many years, I don't believe that he hadn't been promoted. In addition to the Blood Monk and Xie Ju, the patriarch of the Stone Man Clan, Shi Wuchang, is also a powerhouse at the peak of the Supreme Realm, and I suspect that he should have also broken through to the Immortal Realm. In addition to these three cultivators on the edge of the Immortal Realm, there are a few others who cannot be underestimated. The leader of the Winged Human Race, the uncle of the Holy Son of Mingyin, Bai Limo of the Hundred-armed Shura Clan, Youli and Huangfu Longchen's fathers, Youjiu Ling and Huangfu Ying. The cultivation of these people is also unfathomable, even if they have not advanced to the Immortal Realm, their cultivation is definitely above and below the Supreme Realm. Ji Luosheng had a worried face and said in a deep voice.

"The cultivators of the older generation should be able to deal with it, there are seven supremes in the Shenwu Academy, not counting Jing Yi Xiaoyou, who has recently broken through. As for the three of Blood Monk, Xie Ju and Shi Wuchang, I think I and the two Taoist friends of Liheng and Zhou Yin should be able to fight with each other. If we do that, we won't necessarily lose to them. Situ Forget, who was sitting on the top and bowing his head, pondered for a moment and analyzed the people in the main hall.

"Old man Situ, you have forgotten someone. If he arrives at the Shenwu Academy tomorrow, I'm afraid we are not opponents, and defeat is bound to be a foregone conclusion. Zhou Yin stroked the sword in his hand and said softly.

"Who?" asked Situ Forgetful softly. Hearing Zhou Yin's words, not only Situ Forgetful, but most of the people in the hall turned their eyes to this side, and they looked puzzled, very puzzled by Zhou Yin's words.

"The power of the Netherworld Clan, which was suppressed by the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor for 100,000 years in China, the ancestor of the Styx. I heard that the old ghost of the River Styx has recently been rescued by his descendant, that is, the Holy Son of the Netherworld, Yu Li. 100,000 years ago, the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan suppressed him in a mass grave in China, and the ruthless years not only did not wipe him out, but aroused his ferocity even more. 100,000 years ago, this old ghost of the Styx River was already a powerhouse in the Immortal Realm, because he had practiced in the Netherworld for several years, and his body had already been contaminated with the spirit of the desolation, so that he was able to hide from the heavens and stay in the world. If he comes to the Shenwu Academy, I'm afraid he will ......" Zhou Yin sighed lightly and did not finish.

Hearing Zhou Yin's words, hundreds of cultivators in the main hall were silent. They knew that Zhou Yin was not alarmist, and if the old ghost of the Styx River regained his previous cultivation, I was afraid that Huaxia would have no one to check and balance.

"Actually, you don't have to be too pessimistic, although the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor is no longer in Huaxia now, my Huaxia cultivator is definitely not a person who can be slaughtered by others. What's more, Mr. and several other guardians are doing something very important, if they can come back in time, they will never let the old ghost of Styx be arrogant. Seeing the worry in everyone's eyes, Chi Luo stood up and explained aloud to hundreds of cultivators.

Then, everyone arranged for the Chinese talents who were going to face the Ten Thousand Star powerhouses tomorrow. The older generation of cultivators were naturally Liheng, Zhou Yin, and Situ Wuran and the seventeen supremes, while the younger generation was composed of Ling Yu, You Long, Duanmu Yuhan, and Huang Shengtong. After the discussion, everyone returned to the accommodation arranged by Jing Yi for everyone to rest for a short time, recuperate and prepare for tomorrow's big battle.

The next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Ling Yu and several young cultivators came to Shenwu Terrace. At this time, Chi Luo and the others had already gathered here, and they used the foundation of the Shenwu Academy to strengthen the Shenwu Platform so that it could withstand the blows of the cultivators of the Immortal Realm. Shenwutai is a treasure inherited from ancient times, and it is more than enough for people to learn.

Everyone greeted the rising sun, and a trace of unyielding look flashed in their eyes. They knew in their hearts that today's battle was very important to Huaxia, if they won, then naturally everything would be easy to say, but if they lost, Huaxia would become a gathering place for Ten Thousand Star cultivators, and the pattern of Huaxia would also be completely changed. All of them came here with the feeling of fighting against the water, and this battle has nothing to do with life and death, only about winning or losing.

Just as Ling Yu was about to follow a group of cultivators to ascend the Shenwu Platform, several young cultivators suddenly squeezed in from behind him, and the leader was none other than Tang Jinxuan, who had been in a cold war with Ling Yu for a long time. At this time, Tang Jinxuan's eyes were bloodshot, and her face was haggard, as if she had not slept for several nights, which made people feel distressed. Behind her, followed by Wu Dao, Xiao Hei, An Luoyan and Bu Yunzhu. Yi Han is not on this list because he is going to participate in the war.

Tang Jinxuan walked up to Ling Yu and only glanced at Ling Yu, and her eyes turned red. Tang Jinxuan took out a small cloth bag from her arms, stuffed it into Ling Yu's hand, and said softly: "This is the talisman I asked for last night, you take it with you, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to take it off!" Tang Jinxuan finished speaking, gently stroked the corners of her eyes, pouted, and looked stubborn and willful.

"Okay!" Ling Yu took the talisman and put it in his pocket. He looked at Tang Jinxuan, and a trace of love flashed in his eyes. Then, Ling Yu suddenly stretched out his arm and took Tang Jinxuan into his arms fiercely.

Ling Yu's actions shocked everyone, including the person concerned, Tang Jinxuan, in their impression, although Ling Yu was free and uninhibited, he was actually very introverted and even a little shy about men and women, but Ling Yu's actions today were very different from those on weekdays. hugged Tang Jinxuan into his arms in front of the public, not to mention whether this behavior was in line with Ling Yu's personality, this act alone was enough to make everyone stunned. The cultivators behind Tang Jinxuan saw Ling Yu's actions and cheered one after another. An Luoyan pursed her lips, and then shook her head with a wry smile, as if she was not surprised by Ling Yu's movements.

And when everyone was laughing at Ling Yu, only one person looked at Ling Yu and Tang Jinxuan, who were hugging each other tightly, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, that person was the mysterious woman like an immortal in the Shenwu Academy, Duanmu Yuhan.

"This Xiao Yu won't be under too much pressure, he's suffering from a nervous disorder, right? Otherwise, why would he be so bold today? But it's okay to have the demeanor of my ancestor of all beasts. If you like it, you have to say it, and you must not leave regrets for yourself. Xiao Hei rubbed his big hands excitedly and smiled.

"You're wrong, Xiao Yu doesn't have a nervous disorder, he's sober, even more sober than any of us. He knew that life and death in today's war were uncertain, and he didn't want to leave regrets for himself, nor did he want to leave regrets for a girl who was in love with him. Alas, how nervous a person is, how affectionate he is. In fact, since we met Miss Tang in Sixiang City, the two of them are destined to marry in this life. When we first came to the Shenwu Academy, it seemed that the two of them quarreled as a daily routine, although they were in the game, but we could see it clearly, these two were a pair of happy enemies!"

"Later, the two of them went through so many things together, passed the assessment together, practiced together, and even Miss Tang followed us back to Lingjiazhuang. Think about it, how could a person with such a high temperament as Miss Tang casually follow a group of men to travel hundreds of thousands of miles to the boy's hometown? To put it bluntly, Miss Tang has long had affection for Xiao Yu. Let's talk about Xiao Yu again, do you remember Yu Hou? When we were in Tianjimen, we were poisoned by Mandala Hua, and our cultivation was completely lost, and Yu Hou coveted Miss Tang's beauty and tried to do something wrong. The first thing Xiao Yu did after detoxification was to be angry. Xiao Yu is the protector of the Cold Desolate Country, and Yu Hou is the prince of the Soldier City, no matter what he says, Ling Yu should not be so impulsive, but he just did it, and he did it very decisively. If Xiao Yu didn't like Miss Tang, how could he abandon his identity as the protector of the Cold Desolation Country and act wantonly? Therefore, Xiao Yu was already angry to the extreme at that time, Miss Tang had become a rebel in his heart, and he didn't allow anyone to be unfavorable to Miss Tang!" Wu Dao raised his hand and stroked the beard that had grown only a few inches, and analyzed it seriously.

"Then I think that Xiao Yu and Miss Tang have today's results and my influence on him is also inextricably linked, you think, he must have been touched by my soft spot for Lan Shu and his single-minded behavior, so that he couldn't stand the miserable loneliness in the cold and windy night, so he mustered up the courage to pursue what he loved bravely, just like me. Well, that's how it should be, right?" asked Xiao Hei, shaking his huge head, to a few people around him.

Xiao Hei turned his head and saw that several people were leaning down to retch, touched his shiny bald head, and said to himself thoughtfully: "Well, I think that's it!"

After listening to Xiao Hei's words, Shi Chen wiped the corners of his mouth, forcibly endured the feeling of emptiness that he was hungry and panicked after spitting out all the breakfast in his stomach, held Xiao Hei's shoulder, and said seriously: "Amitabha, Xiao Hei's benefactor, forgive the poor monk for speaking bluntly, you are a demon beast, Brother Ling is a human race, and demon beasts like you will not understand the love in our world." So, I advise you not to say it. Because, our stomachs can't stand it!"

"Go, go, you six-rooted pure monk tell me what kind of love love, tell you that love is such a thing as no race. Xiao Hei shook his shoulders, shook off Shi Chen's hand, and argued loudly.

And Tang Ze, who was in the distance, saw Ling Yu hugging Tang Jinxuan tightly, the old man's eyes widened, he pointed at Ling Yu, and then looked at Gu Xuan beside him, as if he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything. In the end, Tang Ze flicked his sleeves and roared in a low voice: "This stinky boy, dare to take advantage of my precious granddaughter, see if I don't rip off his skin!" After Tang Ze finished speaking, he was about to rush towards Ling Yu.

It's just that Tang Ze just took two steps before he was pulled back by Gu Xuan and Jing Yi on the side. Jing Yi looked at Ling Yu and the others, who had finally become dependents, and said to Tang Ze with a smile: "The female is not in the middle, you kid really want to tie her up for the rest of your life! Although Ling Yu is a bit ruffian, he is a hot-blooded man who can be entrusted for life, and your Tang girl can be with him, no loss! You just let them go." ”

"Alas, if this kid dares to do something sorry for my granddaughter one day, I will have to chop him!" Although Tang Ze was unwilling, he also knew that he couldn't stop Ling Yu and them, and the old man squatted on the ground, his eyes red. He pulled up the dead grass from the ground and muttered in a deep voice.

Tang Jinxuan and Tang Ze have depended on each other since childhood, if Tang Jinxuan and Ling Yu are together, Tang Ze always feels empty in his heart, as if something is missing. This is the mentality of all parents in the world, when they are together, they feel annoyed, but if one day when their children stand on their own, the concern and reluctance in the hearts of parents cannot be described in words.

Seeing Tang Jinxuan's peerless face with rain, Ling Yu lowered her voice and said in her ear: "Eldest sister, don't cry anymore, I changed this dress this morning, and I brought such a set today!"

"Why, Miss Ben can't afford to pay you a set of clothes! I don't care, no one can stop me today, I'm going to cry!" Ling Yu's words made Tang Jinxuan frown, she pursed her lips and muttered softly.

At this time, Tang Jinxuan had already wet Ling Yu's clothes from crying, and when she stopped sobbing, she found that the cultivators around her were looking at them intently, Tang Jinxuan's face was as ashamed as a rose in the hot summer, delicate and beautiful. Her jade fingers were pressing on Ling Yu's waist at this time, Tang Jinxuan pinched the muscles on Ling Yu's waist fiercely, and said in a loud voice: "I hate it, everyone else is looking at us!"

"Just look at it, I'm as chic as the wind, you're as beautiful as a flower, are we still afraid of them looking at it? they're jealous of us!" Ling Yu finished speaking, and continued to hug Tang Jinxuan, smelling the fragrance in her hair, and enjoying the last warmth before the war.

"Ascend to the prodigal son!" Hearing Ling Yu's words, Tang Jinxuan buried her face on Ling Yu's chest again and said softly.

This sentence brought Ling Yu's thoughts back to when the two first met, and everything seemed to happen yesterday. It's just that time can't stand still, otherwise Ling Yu really wants it to stop at this moment forever. About a cup of tea later, the morning sun broke through the clouds from the eastern sky and slowly rose. Ling Yu took a deep breath, held Tang Jinxuan's shoulders with both hands, and said softly, "Jinxuan, wait for me to come back!"

After Ling Yu finished speaking, he cut off the reluctance in his heart and walked towards the Shenwu Platform with a group of cultivators.

"I'll wait for you!" Tang Jinxuan looked at Ling Yu's arrogant back and said softly. The golden light of the morning sun shone on her body, pulling her figure like a wangfu stone into the distance, floating to the distant unknown place.