1939: C1939 War Aftermath

C1939 War Aftermath

"This … this … he really likes Meng Lang." This is almost as good as saying, 'To be able to join in the pursuit of the Great Dao of the Duo Cultivation'.

"I'm sure Fairy Clear Exquisite will be furious from being struck by lightning. Wiping her sleeves, I'm leaving!"

Lin Dell could not believe it, and then she secretly thought.

This was because in her impression of the beautiful fairy, she was like a lofty goddess, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

Everyone's faces turned dubious as they smiled in embarrassment.

However, what everyone, especially Lin Dai'er, did not expect was that Fairy Qing Jue would actually smile sweetly and say without hesitation, "Alright, then it's my honor!"

Lin Dai'er suddenly sat on the floor!

After that, under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, Jiang Tian and Fairy Qing Jue left together.

Year of the Earth. Year 2022. November 25th. Sacred Calendar, 139,653 years, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, in the Eastern Empire, the Eastern Isle Duke's territory, and the Demon Back Mountains, to the west, slay the four great transformation gods of the Myriad Demon Palace, shake the long halberd with bare hands, and slaughter the ancient Demon Dragon Abyss.

The news spread out.

The entire Saint Origin universe was shaken.

From then on, there was no one in the world who didn't know of Jiang Siqing!

… ….

At the same time, in the secluded cultivation grounds of the Lin Family's patriarch.

Along with the empty air and the ethereal elegance, he looked like the Immortal of the Nine Heavens, calmly waving his finger as he spoke to Jiang Tian.

A resplendent, divine light that resembled the splendor of an immortal, untraceable, and unfathomable Law scattered outwards, beheading an incomparably tyrannical demi-human race Divine Lord with a trident in his hand at an angle that was unfathomable, to the point of being unfathomable.

This brutal battle had finally ended.

The Daoist robe was torn to shreds in the battle. The bone-like Lin Family Ancestor Lin Te Kong slowly descended from the sky onto the top of a mountain. He let out a long breath and his gaze became unfocused as he looked at his surroundings, as though he had fallen into a dream.

In a circumference of a thousand miles, mountains collapsed, halls collapsed, spell formation were damaged, and all sorts of restrictions were torn to pieces. All sorts of laws were still clashing with each other, and rays of lightning exploded on the charred ground, rolling out multi-colored smoke and poison, breaking through the blood fog that was like a red fog that had not dissipated for a long time, causing this place to be like an Asura's hell.

The seclusion area that he had spent a hundred years on was completely destroyed.

Yes, everything that had happened today was like a nightmare to him.

Just like every day for the past few decades, he consumed Pills s, refined his origin, and relentlessly charged towards the semi-sage realm. Suddenly, in the seclusion grounds, the earth shook and the mountains shook.

After that, hundreds of Nascent Soul friar and the four Soul Formation Demonic Lords attacked in unison.

The magical equipment Dao Artifact tore through the air, bringing with it a boundless killing intent, as though it was capable of blotting out the sky and covering the earth. He did not hesitate to burn his life Blood Essence and instantly became as thin as skin and bones before barely being able to withstand this attack. The pain of burning a lifeblood Blood Essence was like a knife scraping the bone, like burning and frying oil. It simply made him wish he was dead.

Relying on his ruthlessness and decisiveness, and not sparing to burn his life's Blood Essence, Lin Tiekong barely managed to block this wave of attacks.

However, compared to the other attacks, this wave of attacks was what little witch saw Senior Magus.

There was the Ice Drake, which spewed out the Law of Snow Soul, which could freeze the earth, seal the river, and cut off the life of all living beings within a thousand miles; there was the Scarlet Snake Spirit, which could spit out a multicolored poisonous smoke, and with a single drop, it could destroy a Nascent Soul bone and flesh; there was the Spirit Embryo, which could erode the Law, pollute the domain, and affect the body and Spirit; there was the Thunder Clam, which cried out like thunder, shook the people of the Spirit, and disturbed their minds …

The demi-human race s were all very complicated, and every type of spirit, because of their different inherited bloodline, possessed very different innate abhijna.

These Innate Inherent abhijna, just by being able to defend against it alone, already caused the human race's friar to put in a lot of effort. What was even more terrifying was that with so many different types of demi-human race attacking at the same time, their combination of attacks could change a lot, and they also had different attacking effects, making it hard to guard against.

Lin Tiekong took out his trump card, blocking most of the attacks, but he was still infected by the poison gas, his Cultivation Level was suppressed and he was hit by a Divine Monarch's punch, causing his Divine Stash to almost split apart.

But the most terrifying thing was that foxes who were proficient in illusion techniques could awaken the dark memories in their hearts and trigger external devils to invade, causing internal devils to bite back at them.1

When they launched their mental attacks, Lin Tiekong only felt that his entire life had been filled with grievances, humiliation, anger and frustration; his own body had been destroyed, his family had been disintegrated under the siege of the dukes, under the watch of the Eastern Royal Family, and had been miserably shattered. The three generations of future generations that had sunk into poverty, the dreams of ten generations of poverty, had seemed even more real.

These experiences and illusions that could not help but strike at the weakness of his heart were all displayed in front of him as if they were real, as if they were real. Once he fell in, he would not be able to extricate himself.

Even if Lin Tiekong had thousands of years of longevity and had reached the Deity Stage, no matter how resolute and steady his personality was, he would have nearly fallen into rage and fear.

Fortunately, he had spent fifty years of income from the Marquis of Zhanyuan's territory and bought a "Void" Holy Elixir from the Hall of Ancient Medicine. It was not only priceless, but the effects were not unworthy of its reputation. After swallowing it, his mind finally regained a trace of clarity.

Even so, his body and even his divine treasure were pierced through by countless of magical equipment s and arrows. He struggled to circulate his cultivation technique and barely managed to repair himself, but his Cultivation Level had already fallen rapidly, from the late stage of Soul Formation to the mid stage.

Who knows.

The mental attacks of the demi-human race, which brought forth the tragic past, created an unfortunate illusion, and activated the mental demons. However, it still did not stop, and instead surged even more, with each wave stronger than the one before!

In a trance, he was caught up in all sorts of beautiful past and illusions.

There was the dead Beloved Wife who had returned to life, strolling together with her. Ten generations had gone by together, the sons and daughters of the deceased had gathered around their knees, enjoying the fantasies of heaven's happiness; there were also Beloved Wife who had returned to her childhood, reunited with her parents and siblings, safe and happy, carefree and carefree; there were also Beloved Wife who had raised her sword and, under the escort of a myriad of armies, cut down the decaying Eastern Royal Family, opened a new dynasty, asked the world, and enjoyed the beautiful dream of being worshipped by the masses.

Lin Tiekong was one of the founders of the Eastern Enemy State. He had fought for his country, fought for his country, fought for his country, and fought for his life. He was a man of great ability to bear pressure and negative emotions. However, he was unable to resist the illusion of happiness!

He clearly knew that he was trapped in an illusion, but he still couldn't extricate himself.

He desperately needed a "Hollow" Holy Elixir to break through the illusion and return to reality.

But he was gone.

Just when Lin Tiekong was swaying back and forth amidst his joy, happiness, despair and fear, thinking that he had nowhere to turn over.

It was as if I, Jiang Tian, was a Immortal of the Ninth Heaven that descended from the heavens. Stepping in the air, he defeated the enemy with his hands as if he was chopping melon and cutting vegetables.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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