Unknowingly, it has been more than five years since the rebellion was put out.

The two sides have fought back and forth, today you slaughter a city for me, tomorrow I will destroy a county for you, and the day after tomorrow will hang up the war-free card, but the basic ones who died in battle are low-level monks.

Charging under the golden pill, the old monster watching the fire from the other side, and the powerful man living in seclusion behind the scenes, has long become the default rule of the game for all monks.

Otherwise, the high-level monks will end up and overturn thousands of miles of rivers and mountains at every turn, and the sky will collapse with a wave of their hands, how can the battle be fought? What's the point of winning even if you win?

Is it possible for one person to defend an empty city and be the commander of the light pole?

Moreover, Dongyun Moon is not a vase.

Back then, she shot like a dragon, overturned the five sects and seven hopes, shocked the world, and now although life and death are uncertain, as long as no one can confirm the death, it is a deterrent.

Spring.

Under Chen Yi's careful teaching, embroidered winter and spring thunder into the Yuan Baby, the herring dream word recipe was completed, and the realm of the rest of the maids was also greatly improved, and they all respected him as a god.

One night.

The sword jade hanging from his waist suddenly trembled, and it was Dongyun who was borrowing from him.

Off the top of one's head.

The lips and teeth are opened and closed, and the eighteen products against the sea sword flow out: after a hundred breaths, the Northwest Buddha is a masterpiece, the golden lotus of the Mystic Law is in full bloom, the Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, and the monks chant sutras.

Followed by.

An ancient sword phantom fell violently, and the entire northwest land was shattered.

The monk was furious and looked at Tai'an City:

"Your Excellency borrowed a sword for thousands of miles to block the great cause of our temple, so you are not afraid of great disasters?"

Millions of divine swords in Tai'an City roared in unison, sonorous and passionate, like the will of heaven coming from afar:

"Get out!"

In the Shangyang Palace.

The young sword fairy's eyes had not been opened, and the senior monk of Wuwei Temple, who was known as King Kong was not bad, was already bleeding from his seven orifices, his golden body was full of cracks, he gritted his teeth and gasped, and retreated again and again.

The cultivation of watching the battle is all jaw-dropping:

"That sword seems to have come from Tai'an City?"

"When did the Shenyu Imperial Court produce such a high-spirited sword immortal again?"

"God, are you going to kill my Sun and Moon Sect!"

"The rise of the Shenyu Dynasty is a foregone conclusion, and we should also think about the future."

The purple-skirted empress pointed to Tai'an City, and let the old monk flee in defeat, with a proud face:

"That's my man!"

…

A new day.

It's raining too well.

Chen Yi watched the rain, created his own sword trick of rain, and awarded it to embroider winter and spring thunder.

The sword intent of the rain is sometimes strong, sometimes weak, indomitable when strong, and inclusive of all things when weak, ever-changing, unpredictable, and the most suitable for women's cultivation.

"Childe..."

"Huh?"

"You've always been like this... Is this perverted? ”

The embroidered winter and spring thunder who took in the process of the other party's enlightenment, felt that his original concept of cultivation and cognition had all collapsed: a rain, create a magical power...

When did the supernatural power become a rotten cabbage on the street?

Want to create?

Do you want to let these ordinary monks live?

Riding a horse is outrageous!

"You're a pervert... Talk less nonsense and concentrate on cultivation. ”

was afraid of hitting the confidence of the two women, so Chen Yi would not tell them that all the magical powers related to the sword, as long as he wanted to, there was nothing that he could not understand, unless heaven and earth were restricted.

The ancient scriptures and clouds, the avenue is fifty, and the heavens are forty-nine, and one of them is cut off, which is an indefinite number: and he is the one in the way of the sword, giving birth to two, giving birth to three, and giving birth to all things.

After three years, the wind was calm.

The two women practiced hard and barely mastered the essentials of the Sword of Rain, but they never knew the essence, so Chen Yi simply sent them into the world to practice, and then retreated and returned to the present world.

No. 308 of Happy Community.

He habitually turned on his mobile phone, but saw dozens of missed calls, all of which were from Ning Hongyi, and he was about to dial back, when the bell rang, it turned out to be a phone call again.

"Is this little girl in trouble?"

Chen Yi thought with a strange expression.

"Hey."

The phone was connected, and the other side was straight to the point, and the tone was urgent:

"Chen Yi, I have awakened to my previous life."

"Huh?"

Chen Yi was stunned, and then played with the taste: "Yo, don't pretend to have amnesia?" I had a lot of fun not playing at school last time... How, are you ready to fulfill your bet? ”

"I'm not Chan Hongyi!"

The other party's words were surprising, mixed with a hint of uneasiness about the unknown.

Chen Yi thought he had answered the wrong call, and confirmed the caller number again:

"What do you mean?"

Ning Hongyi took a deep breath, paused word by word, and repeated:

"I said, in my previous life, I wasn't Chan Hongyi!"

Chen Yiren was stupid.