Mental power realm: middle stage of spiritual sea realm
The method of cultivating elixir: first grade of heaven level
The method of cultivating spiritual beasts: the first level of Xuan level
"Experiences in Cultivating Disciples" Proficiency: 100.
Sect Totem: Red Flame Bird (1)
Genius points: 35.7 million.
Reputation points: 700,000.”
King Anlan escaped, the five red-clothed palace masters died, and the memories of the elders of Jiugong Dao have been temporarily replaced.
In its current form, the Wilderness Territory has already overcome the crisis caused by the thousand-year plan planned by King Anlan of the Underworld and the various forces within the human race that cooperated internally and externally for more or less reasons.
Therefore, the power of sentient beings that blessed Li Qingyun gradually dissipated at this moment, but the original "Red Flame Bird (0)" on Li Qingyun's panel changed to "Red Flame Bird (1)".
Li Qingyun murmured, why do these "1" and "0" look weird.
system:"……"
"Reminder to the host, this means that the Red Flame Bird Totem has reached the first-level level from no level in the system's score."
Li Qingyun asked in confusion: "Why?"
The system said: "Because during this war, in the wilderness, tens of thousands of people, from the elders in the Taoist lineage to the foundation-building monks in the small sects, tried to practice the Red Flame Bird Totem. Although
They have not yet reached the entry level, but they have added a lot of faith power to the sect’s totem, the Red Flame Bird.”
"Therefore, the Red Flame Bird Totem has been promoted to the first level."
Li Qingyun nodded. He had put away the Green Mountain Dharma Image and the Red Flame Bird Totem at this time. Therefore, he could not feel the changes brought about by the upgrade of the Red Flame Bird Totem to the first level for the time being. However, when the power of all living beings left, it did remain.
A little bit of power was given to him, which nourished him. I think it was that power that made his Red Flame Bird totem rise to the first level.
Li Qingyun was very worried about the Scarlet Flame Bird totem. The Scarlet Flame Bird was a ferocious beast on the list of Thousand Evils. Although it was not enough to rank among the Hundred Evils, its ferocious reputation had once frightened all living beings. He was so majestic.
If you accept the land as a sect totem, you always feel that there will be some hidden dangers.
below.
On the vast desert land, countless mortals and monks still couldn't see clearly what was happening above, but the only thing they could do at this time was to look up at the sky and wait for the result.
Hu Yanzhuo has returned to his old appearance. Perhaps he has been in an old state for a hundred thousand years, and now even if he is young again, he still cannot adapt.
He nodded to Li Qingyun, turned around, and used his spiritual power to spread the sound across the vast continent:
"I am Hu Yanzhuo, the Taoist Master of the Nine Palaces. I am now officially informing the creatures in the wilderness that the Nether Clan has left the wilderness. We in the wilderness... have survived this catastrophe."
Hu Yanzhuo's voice had a tone that made people's eyes warm.
Throughout the wilderness, in cities and villages, countless people knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces.
Only those who have experienced despair can understand this feeling of crying with joy.
A moment ago, they thought that they were being sucked out of their life force and died in this doomsday situation. But at this moment, they were reborn, and the apocalyptic world was restored to the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers...
This is the meaning of life.
"Nine Palaces Dao Sequence, listen to the order." Hu Yanzhuo said again.
"……yes!"
"exist!!"
"Please give your orders, Master!"
After a brief silence, a fierce echo erupted below.
"The Nether Clan has escaped from the wilderness. In this war, Jiugong Dao has won again!"
"Please quickly check the damage of each sect under your command, as well as the battle damage of each palace sequence, and report it quickly!"
"yes!!"
After a brief conversation, the Desolate Continent regained its vitality.
The sky above was still torn to pieces like tissue paper, extremely ferocious, but below, in the villages and cities, men had already picked up hoes and shovels, heading towards the collapsed houses and destroyed city walls...
The various palaces of the Nine Palaces silently picked up the corpses of their dead sect members, arranged their belongings, and counted the number of dead...
As long as people are alive, there is always hope in life and practice.
…
Somewhere outside the Holy Meteor Continent, outside the boundless space.
Here is a manor with beautiful scenery. In the manor, many servants are busy around, while the owner and a guest sit under the peach tree and drink tea leisurely.
The host is dressed like a wealthy person, while the guest wears a white scarf and looks like a scholar.
Peach blossoms were falling on the trees, and the two of them were drinking fragrant tea, feeling very comfortable.
Suddenly, the host's hand holding the tea cup paused, and he said with a smile: "I didn't expect that those five palace masters who were eager to make meritorious deeds would die like this."
The guest put down his tea cup with a leisurely look on his face, as if these five dead branch hall masters were insignificant, and said: "In total, people above the branch hall master level died unexpectedly, even in this era
, it only happened once.”
"Yes, this is the second time." The host shook his head and said helplessly, "I just didn't expect that this would happen in my territory."
The guest stretched out his hand to catch a piece of peach blossom falling from above: "Send someone to investigate this matter thoroughly and handle it according to the rules of the pavilion."
Speaking of this, the guest hesitated a little, holding the peach blossom in his hand and said: "It's just that if it happens in the Holy Meteor Continent at this time, I'm afraid it will involve other things..."
"Exactly." The host stood up and looked towards the tea table.
In front of the tea table, there is a cliff. The cliff is full of beautiful peaks, beautiful water, rugged rocks, birds singing and the fragrance of flowers, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
"When we are in this position, sometimes we can't help ourselves..." At this point, the master's tone finally showed a hint of helplessness.
The guest also stood up, stood side by side with the host, and looked at the scenery in front of him: "I heard that you have been asking about that donkey recently?"
The host raised his eyebrows, with a hint of surprise and vigilance in his eyes: "How come you know everything?"
The guest smiled: "I don't know how many people are paying attention to that donkey. Just now, its aura seems to have appeared in the Holy Meteor Continent..."
"It's just that its donkey hair seems to have been turned into a magic weapon?"
"I'm just curious, what kind of big shot is he who can pluck a few hairs from that donkey and dare to make a magic weapon?"