Chapter 120 Time to repair mountains and rivers

The broken rivers and mountains are desolate and lonely. The shocking battle between the Nine Heavenly Holy House and the Blood Heaven has already come to an end. Everyone has left. The broken mountains and rivers have no life, no green, empty and desolate, like a forgotten place.

The tragic war shattered thousands of miles, and it was difficult to repair without great magic power. Originally, the owner of the nine-day Holy Mansion could use the supreme secret to repair this ten thousand miles area as before, but after the war, he actually spit out more than ten mouthfuls of blood and fell to the Holy Sixth Heaven, and temporarily did not have the ability to repair these ten thousand miles. Mountains and rivers.

It has been almost two months, and the wind finally rises again, and the dead mountains and rivers finally have a trace of vitality. The wind cuts through the area that has become a desert. The dust and sand rises all over the sky, and it is yellow, and even the huge broken mountain is submerged. The yellow sand covers the sky and the sun, so that the ribbon-shaped black clouds are swaying at any time. It will be shaken away.

In the sound of the wind, there was a faint sigh. Ye Qianqiu stood in the clouds, looking at the broken mountains and rivers, and couldn't help shaking his head.

The void can be repaired by the power of heaven and earth, but what about these broken mountains and rivers? The power of heaven and earth is useless to it, unless someone exerts supreme magical power, or gathers an extremely pure power to repair it.

But where to find that kind of power?

When Ye Qianqiu woke up, three days later, the war had already come to an end, leaving only this dilapidated mountains and rivers.

He looked into the distance, where he was once a hidden place. He could have seen people, but now there is no life, only ruins.

"Immortals fight, mortals suffer..." He stood in the clouds and sighed alone, "That's true, and it's not only mortals, but also the mountains and rivers, and the weak life..."

He benefited a lot from the half-saint battle with the blood heaven. In nearly two months, his wounds have healed, and he has also made a breakthrough to reach the seven heavens of the sub-saint.

This breakthrough also had a disaster, but he did not cross the disaster anywhere on the ground, but chose to destroy the broken mountains and rivers in the void.

The wind surged, and a figure appeared silently beside Ye Qianqiu.

Ye Qianqiu turned around and saluted slightly: "Senior..."

The person who came was Luo Yao. He looked at the broken rivers and mountains within thousands of miles, and then looked at Ye Qianqiu and said, "There is a way to repair this mountain and river!"

Hearing this, Ye Qianqiu's expression moved and asked, "Is this statement true?"

Luo Yao nodded and looked into the distance: "We checked the ancient books of the Holy Mansion and finally found a way the day before yesterday to gather no less than the power of the Hundred Saints, and maybe we can repair these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!"

"What does the power of the hundred saints mean?" Ye Qianqiu frowned slightly. He felt that it was not as simple as Baisheng Shi.

Luo Yao saw his eyes and nodded slightly and said, "Your guess is right. The power of Baisheng is not only so simple. Everyone has to spit out a mouthful of original essence!"

When Ye Qianqiu heard this, he immediately felt that this matter was too difficult. The essence was one of the most important things for practitioners. Not to mention a bite, even losing a trace of it would cause some harm to himself.

"After discussion, we have decided to make some fairy roads hopeless, and the saints who will sit down contribute all the original essence, so that we can repair these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!" In the end, Luo Yao said such a sentence and then disappeared on the cloud.

Luo Yao left, and Ye Qianqiu didn't say a word for a long time. Finally, he sighed and left.

He came to the top of the attic where Yun Suifeng lived and Mo Tianxing and stood looking at the distance. He was looking at the Juetian Hall in the distance, and even more at the human world.

"There are still more than four months..." He said to himself, there are still more than four months to make an appointment with the war world. He is still two small realms away from the peak of the nine heavens of Yasheng, and it is still difficult to rise to two small realms in a row for more than four months.

At this time, in the opposite open space, a graceful figure flew over, waved his jade arm hard, and shouted loudly, "Mr. Ye..."

It was a bright (smart) ethereal girl, with a smile like the spring flowers blooming. In addition to beauty, it was more bright and warm. She flew to the edge like an elf, and her smiling beauty was full of joy. She wrinkled her nose and said, "Mr. Ye... Your cultivation has improved. It's so fast that I can't see through you more and more.

"Miss Lin... Why are you here?" Ye Qianqiu looked down and sighed secretly in his heart.

"I came to see you. I came here a few days ago, but I didn't see you." She jumped to the top of the attic and stood side by side with Ye Qianqiu.

Ye Qianqiu smiled at her and said, "Miss Lin has a heart, and Qianqiu is ashamed of it!"

"What are you talking about?" Lin Ziyao stared at him angrily and then said, "Mr. Ye often looks in that direction. Is that Mr. Ye's hometown?"

Ye Qianqiu nodded slightly: "That's right!"

Lin Ziyao answered after hearing the words and said, "Mr. Ye is homesick? However, the nine-day holy mansion can't be far away from thousands of miles without a token. Unless Mr. Ye has the divine power of half-step flying immortals and can break the prohibition. In this way, he can still take us out together!"

Listening to Lin Ziyao's joking words, Ye Qianqiu smiled helplessly and said to himself in his heart, "Half-step flying immortals, only the ancestors of the blood heaven have such courage to break the holy palace prohibition and lead people to rush in!"

Then he thought of the rules of the Holy House he heard a few days ago: "If you have no token, if you leave the sanctuary thousands of miles away, cut it!"

Thinking of this, he smiled even more bitterly. He didn't think he could defeat the law enforcement team of the Nine Heavenly Holy Mansion. The worst person there was also the peak practitioners of the Asian Holy Nine Heavens, not to mention those Dharma Masters.

"Forget it, let's go down for a cup of tea!" Ye Qianqiu shook his head at her, and then flashed into the attic.

Lin Ziyao saw him disappear and was slightly stunned and then dodged into the attic.

In the attic, four people sat opposite each other, made a pot of tea, tasted it slowly, and chanted poems, but it was unique.

Five days later, more than 100 remaining holy strong men flew into the sky after the war, where they formed a large array.

The power of the array is boundless. More than a hundred most holy strong men shouted at the same time and made a divine rule that implied the way they practiced, but whether it is martial arts or Taoism, they all have this kind of magic power.

More than 100 Taoist gods circulated in the center of the array, and then merged into one. The breath emitted by the array became more vast, covering the whole ten thousand miles.

In the end, more than a dozen old saints opened their mouths and spit out all their original essences. This was a huge force. More than a dozen original essences rushed to the center of the array, where the infinite light shining on the ten directions of heaven and earth burst out.

At this moment, Ye Qianqiu and all the people who did not reach the holy realm of the Holy Mansion felt a sad atmosphere. These more than a dozen saints have cut off three corpses, which are extremely powerful, but at this moment they show all the original essence!

It's just because their fairy road is hopeless and there are not many longevity, so they have dedicated all their original essence to make the final contribution they can make to this river and mountain.

Although Ye Qianqiu has never seen these more than ten people, he can't help bowing deeply to them at this moment. Such feelings are really those who have the world in their hearts!

The heavens and the earth are turbulent, and the infinite divine light in the center of the array scattered in all directions and integrated into the mountains and rivers of thousands of miles.

"Boom"

Wanli mountains and rivers shook together. For a while, the wind and clouds changed color, the laws of heaven and earth were reversed, and the whole area shook continuously.

Ye Qianqiu and others stood in the main area of Jiutian Shengfu and watched the ruins in the Wanli area slowly converge and turn into mountains and peaks. The rivers also recovered as before, and the river roared like a dragon.

After a few hours, the mountains and rivers recovered and became intact mountains and rivers.

However, the more than a dozen most holy strong men who showed all their original essence also turned into a little divine light in the void, integrated into these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and became part of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

The remaining 90 most holy strong men also had blood on the corners of their mouths, saluted deeply to thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and fell thousands of miles of aging down the rivers and mountains, and sacrificed more than a dozen of the most holy wine on Huangquan Road.

"Everyone, go well. I will guard these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers for you!"

"Wait for me on Huangquan Road, don't be reincarnated early!"

"Old devils, go!"

"The old and immortal... after all..."

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"The holy light, heaven and earth depend, and the water waves do not rise and the wind and the moon rest. Forget the dust, thousands of years, the lake and mountains are ethereal. After sprinkling the wine, a white shadow floated by, leaving such a sentence echoing between heaven and earth, as if to pay tribute to the most holy people who have turned into the holy light into thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Ye Qianqiu caught a glimpse of the white shadow and said to himself, "Bai Wangji!"

He has only heard the name of Bai Wangji. That's what Wan Daofeng told him. Bai Wangji is the person, the posture of heaven, the strongest Taoist cultivation of the Holy Mansion, and the peak of the Holy Nine Heavens. He once incarnated a generation of holy scholars in the outside world, leaving a good story of "articles shining through the ages", and is very good at arraying and deduce Tianji. It is the Holy Mansion of the Nine Heavenly Palace. The real top five.

In the end, Bai Wangji's figure disappeared into the sky, and the rest of the saints slowly returned to their seclusion, and the heavens and the earth returned to peace.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are recovering, a vibrant scene. Ye Qianqiu saw that in the distant land, the new life is breaking out of the ground.

"I don't know if the human world is also turbulent and the mountains and rivers are broken?" He looked at the direction of the Heavenly Hall from afar, but his eyes crossed the endless space and shot into the land of the human world. That is the place where he grew up, the place where his soul returned, and the land that can make him feel at ease.

"The master didn't tell me a lot of secrets, what is hidden in the human world, and what will happen when I go back this time?" His eyes are flickering. Even if the world doesn't tell him, he can feel it with his intuition that the human world is extraordinary and will definitely cause some shocking events.

"I hope everyone is all right!" He thought in his heart that Yunyue, Han Xiaoxi, Ji Yifeng, Shu Hong... one figure after another flashed in front of him, and the face in his memory did not change at all, but he didn't know what the reality was?

In the end, he turned around and left, determined to go back to the human world, and find his former friends to drink together.

Time passed like running water in a hurry. In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed. In this half month, Qianqiu's cultivation has not progressed. It is still the seven heavens of Yasheng, but he has a feeling that as long as he completely integrates the small world in his body with his own path, his cultivation will be able to improve rapidly.

However, this kind of thing seems too difficult to do. Even the most holy strong man who already has a small world in his body may not dare to say that he can make the small world in his body match his own way.

Although this is difficult, it is indeed the only way to quickly improve cultivation nowadays. There is no other way. Even if there is, it must be much more difficult than this method.

Now he has no time, so he can only go this way!