Of course, the answers from Miqing and Mitian are very pleasant!
There was still a boiling fighting spirit in their eyes. They told Jun Wuxie that he had killed many enemies in the Holy Emperor realm and killed many half-step Holy Emperor with one stick.
Especially Mi Tian, he is talking about dancing and dancing with his hands. In addition, he always likes to use the original form, which makes people laugh.
"Jun Shen, when will there be another fight?"
Mi Tian rubbed his hands full of monkey hair, and the fighting flames burned in his eyes.
"I'm afraid I'll have to wait a while."
After receiving Jun Wuxie's answer, Mi Tian looked disappointed and muttered that it would take so long.
"Isn't it satisfying? Why don't I enjoy it with you?"
Jun Wuxie seriously expressed that he was willing to fight with Mitian until he felt satisfied and had no desire to fight again.
The monkey hair on Mitian's face shook, his neck shrank, and he became wilted.
It is true that he was bleeding from fighting in his body, but this does not mean that he has a tendency to be masochistic.
He is not a masochist and cannot do such a slutty operation as being beaten to seek pleasure.
"Jun Shen, don't pay attention to my brother. In this battle, our long-standing fighting intentions have been released. We need to be in seclusion and enlightenment, or we can have new understandings in the practice of fighting methods."
"Go, you're still calm."
Jun Wuxie smiled, and the implication was that he was so weird.
"God of Lord!"
The general of Zhenxi came with all the generals. They came back from the shock and hurried to pay homage.
What they experienced today is like dreaming for them, but they feel that it is not very real at this moment, and they are afraid of suddenly waking up from the dream.
The invincible high sacrificial army, 50 to 60 million people, was wiped out and wiped out, and none of them could escape!
In this battle, the Sacrifice Dynasty, whether it is the generals in the Sacrifice Army or the powerful people in the Sacrifice Hall, I don’t know how many deaths!
After leading the army for so many years, he has fought many tough battles and won many victories, but he can't believe such a record. Such a loss ratio is too terrible!
The Xuanjia Army's strong combat power and team cooperation made him amazed!
With such an army, why should the dynasty worry about not being able to defend against the enemy?
And the strength of the Lord God shocked and excited him even more!
Such a young king god is so powerful that it is, and there is a silver-haired talisman master behind the dynasty who can kill the supreme powerhouses!
"You have seen all the bravery of the Xuanjia Army?"
"I have seen the words of the Lord God! Before that, I never thought that there would be such a perfect army in the world!"
"The strength of the Xuanjia Army is not only the practice of practice and team cooperation, but also their spirit and beliefs! You should study hard in all aspects. When the Xuanjia Army handles the matter after the war, I allow you to go.
consult."
"Thank you, God!"
The general of Zhenxi and the generals were immediately extremely excited.
"Go and help clean up the battlefield."
"Abide by the decree of the Lord God!"
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At the end of dusk, the light between heaven and earth was already very dim. The last afterglow left by the setting sun in the sky was dark red, like a battlefield outside the city that turned into a swamp of blood mud.
The pungent smell of blood drifted in the evening breeze at dusk, and groups of vultures fell on the earth, foraging in the blood mud, and sometimes making noises.
Jun Wuxie has been standing on the city wall for a long time, just looking at the battlefield and the red that is about to disappear in the West.
Of course, he was not enjoying the scenery, but thinking about the strange epidemic in the abyss, and involuntarily thought of Ye Qingxue who went to the beginningless era against the long river of time and space.
He hasn't seen her for a long time.
The longer the time, the less at ease and worrying he feels.
But, even with the cultivation of the talisman Tao, what can he do with the Hunyuan Saint level?
In this universe, if he is wise in terms of the cultivation of Fu Dao, he is already a strong man, but such strength is far from reaching the level where she is.
She is no longer the pitiful little girl who needed his protection back then.
She was so strong that he could no longer protect her, but instead needed her to protect him.
It was not until the sky was completely dark that Jun Wuxie left the city wall. He dispersed his divine thoughts and learned several other directions of the attack of the Tu-Sacrificing Dynasty.
There, there are many masters from several major sects in Hanzhou hidden in the armies of various dynasties.
It’s just that these masters are just here to die.
He had already made arrangements, so he didn't have to worry.
Those dynasty troops suffered heavy casualties in the first day of the siege, paying a huge price. Now they have withdrawn and are stationed outside the buffer zone to rest.
"In a few months, the army of the Tu Dynasty's sacrificed dynasty should not invade again."
Jun Wuxie talked to himself, and explained it to the generals of the army with his divine thoughts, and then he entered the Eighth and Nine Xuan Palace.
He looked at his master Mu Ciyin. Her situation was now very stable and she would not have any accidents, but it would take time.
Then he went to Jingya's place, in the valley.
"You have something to worry about."
Jingya was very happy to see him and ran towards him gracefully, but her smile gradually disappeared on her intellectual and beautiful face and her eyebrows were slightly frowning.
"Can you talk to Aunt Jing?"
She rarely sees his expression like this, and can feel that his thoughts are deep and deep.
His performance was only when the torrent of the Netherworld was about to come.
Jun Wuxie shook his head gently. He didn't know what to say about some things, and whether it was about the abyss tragedy that caused his chaotic bloodline to react strongly, or about Ye Qingxue, he thought he should not tell Jingya at the moment.
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Of course, it wasn't that he didn't believe her and was unwilling to tell her the secrets about himself, but that these things were extraordinary and he didn't want her to worry about him.
"But Aunt Jing will be worried when you do this."
Jingya's eyes were gentle, her eyebrows were affectionate, and she gently stroked his face, with a little blurred look.
"It's not a big deal, I'm just thinking about the future development path of the dynasty. If you fall into the world, you will continue to target and instigate more dynasties to siege them."
"Is this really the case?"
Jingya doesn't believe it very much.
Jun Wuxie's lips raised slightly when he heard this, with a hint of domineeringness and evilness, "What? My Aunt Jing is not obedient? He even questioned your man's words?"
"You know Aunt Jing is not like this, but in front of you, Aunt Jing is not well-behaved enough?"
Jingya leaned forward, leaning her soft body in his arms, her face pressed against his broad and strong chest, and her arms wrapped around his waist, and snuggled in his arms like a bird dependent on others.
In fact, she always had a little woman in front of him, gentle, considerate and understanding.
Jun Wuxie kissed her hair, then pulled her into the hut by the lake.
Jingya's face was a little shy and a little expectant. Her eyes were almost dripping with water, and the autumn waves were rippling.
After Jun Wuxie entered the house, he sat down cross-legged on the bed, just like entering a state of meditation.
Jingya was slightly stunned. She had misunderstood and her face turned redder. She covered her cheeks with her hands, and it was hot.
At this moment, Jun Wuxie's soul had entered the Temple of Eternal Life and was walking towards Zhenyu Tower.
This time he came in, of course, to tell Zhuque about the strange epidemic in the abyss.