So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 43: The Lost World (Part 2)

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A drop of bright red blood slowly flowed down from the front of Chen He's forehead.

The vision in the right eye is a little blurred, and his fist is deep in the neck of a fierce beast with red fur, and the claws cut through his right arm. The fangs and teeth of these fierce beasts were all toxins before they died. Even though their souls persist after death, they gather sand to form bodies and re-form their pre-mortem appearances. The flesh and blood looks generally the same, but after all, there are some things that are different.

They can only attack, bite the monk's throat and tear his body, but they can no longer eat people.

There is no poison on the fangs of the claws.

As a result, the monks sent by Heluo have repeatedly recovered their lives,

The back of the mountain wall was full of people who couldn't afford to be injured. Those who were slightly injured recovered from meditation, and those who were severely fainted and needed someone to put the lingdan in their mouths.

Some hideous torn wounds are extremely horrible. Fortunately, they are all cultivators in the Yuan Ying stage. They are almost out of the mortal body. As long as they are not killed by a single blow, they can move their blood vessels and meridians by themselves in an emergency. Bleed to death.

The tattered Taoist robe, the terrifying injury, the suppressed pain... The Heluo faction everyone looked miserable.

In particular, what makes them feel shameless is that the little Taoist who Chen He and Chang Mei brought is still holding on on the mountain wall. They are two great levels higher than the juniors, and as a result, the wounded retreated the fastest, and few remained on the front line of the battlefield.

After all, the cultivation world has not seen such a tragic battle for many years.

The Daoists of the Heluo School were caught off guard, but Chen He, who did not use martial arts to enter the Dao, and the rebirth of an experienced Tianyan real person were more adapted to the battlefield.

Eight thousand years ago in the ancient famine period, it was really not enough to make a magic trick to compare magical powers. The ancient monks on the mountain wall all held ice blades in one hand, magic weapons in one hand, and occasionally put spells on them. Avoid attacks from raptors and the bites of fierce beasts that climb up the mountain wall.

The long eyebrows and the old way are even more restrained. He only dared to use half of his skills. He must be distracted to stare at Chen He's safety and pay attention to the little Taoist who was in the foundation building period.

"This won't work."

The Taoist with long eyebrows attracted a thunder to split a few Luoluo birds, picked up the Tianyan Zhenren who was throwing spells in the gap and stepped back, and then dragged out Chen He who was fighting with the beast.

Seeing the scarred group of people under the mountain wall, the old man with long eyebrows hated iron and steel, and said: "Er et al. really lost face to the Heluo School."

The crowd dropped their heads weakly.

What Tian Yan really wanted to say, but looking at these "Master-level" fellows, only the younger half is familiar with his looks, and the rest must have been killed on the battlefield of the righteous demon cultivator long before he became the head. Sorrow, keep silent.

"And you!" The long eyebrows roared at Chen He, "You don't squat down honestly, and then climb to the mountain wall, what do you want to do? Any beast can gnaw you to death !"

Chen He wiped the blood off his forehead and looked at the mountain wall.

The strength of the ancient monks is very different, there are people in the Golden Core period, and many in the foundation period. People without a low cultivation base are protected from the latter, and it is clear that Shuihuangu has no retreat that day.

"Daoist, I will be very careful." Chen He said.

"You—" the long eyebrows said, blowing beard and staring, almost saying what is the use of being more than you, without affecting the situation of the battle. Then I thought of the cultivators of the Yuan Ying stage of the Heluo School because they were nestled in the mountain gate all the time, and they went up to pay back. What was not as good as Chen He was instantly dumb.

"Brother is waiting for me outside, I won't die." Chen He said seriously.

The long eyebrows hummed Chen He: "Wrap the wound on your arm!"

He turned around and reprimanded everyone:

"The ancient monks have guarded this mountain wall for countless years. They have rules for advancing and retreating. You set spells indiscriminately against the beasts. What are you going to do? The poor way brought you out, not for your funeral. ! Be smart!"

Speaking, he slapped the real Tianyan on the shoulder, almost slapped the little Taoist priest before standing still.

"You are not as good as this little Taoist!"

The real Tianyan who is forced to act as a role model is under a lot of pressure under various complicated eyes.

"Cough cough, the juniors are in Yuzhou City to catch demons and discuss life. They have no teachers and no friends. They have poor cultivation skills. They are good at observing and fighting... well, observing the situation." Zhenyan Tianyan knows more about the Heluo school, and he immediately lowered his eyebrows. Explanation.

Suddenly, many Taoists were relieved, and they couldn't hold back their faces when they were scolded by the elders.

"Elder...do we have any other way to break the fragments of the small world?" said a seriously injured Daoist from Heluo School weakly.

"Where is the solution?" The Taoist with long eyebrows scolded.

The eight-tailed fox that opened the fragments of the small world is dead, only need to destroy the spiritual balance of this ancient desolate world——

This was a simple matter. I took out the posture of the geese and plucked the feathers, and plucked away the spiritual grass from the fragments of the small world. All the ore and jade that can refine magic weapons were dug out, and the beasts inside were also Killing, destroying the aura circulation, the fragmented world naturally collapses.

Who would know that there are two lingering souls who have fought for countless years.

"Leave the severely wounded. Others go up the mountain wall. They are not allowed to do anything. They guard against the ancient monks to help them resist attacks." The long-brow Taoist irritably grabbed his beard and said, "You need a bite to eat. If you go, you won’t be able to save your life, so let the poor road go back to the valley mortals as soon as possible."

There is no sound here.

"Go!"

A Taoist from the Heluo School silently made a mark on the mountain wall to record.

There is a shining sun in the sky of the fragments of the small world, day and night. In fact, it is the essence of the sun. With the broken world hanging in the sky forever, it is very hot.

In the enchantment under Heluopai, there has never been peace in the valley.

It was the first month of the first month, and every household had food. Most of the thirteen workshops in Xicheng were civilians with little possessions. The wells were dry, but there were many springs in the valley, connected to the veins, and there was no shortage of food for a while.

It's just a sudden change, the people's heart is in chaos, and every day I hear the roaring outside, the gods flying around, and occasionally fierce birds come in. Even if they are hunted immediately, many people are horrified and sick.

There is no spring and no autumn, and finally people accept the fact that they can never go out again.

A large number of people died, the infighting happened again and again, and finally everything returned to calm.

The fruit forest in the valley was emptied, and there were more fields for cultivation.

Many tombs appeared along the edge of the forest. There were not enough joss sticks. They could only build stones at the head of the tomb. They contrast sharply with the neat and dense scratches on the side of the mountain wall.

Whenever a strong wind blows the sand and dust from the bones of the beasts under the Baizhang mountain wall towards the end of the sky, the shadows of the ancient monks will appear on the silent mountain wall. They are dead but still alive forever Can't go tomorrow.

"Little brother, get up."

The ancient monk holding the round shield magic weapon woke up Chen He.

Although he doesn't remember Chen He, he is used to this person lying near him.

The immortal souls, every time they appear, they always think that this is the eve of the arrival of the beast wave. They gather on the mountain wall and wait for the battle to determine the fate of their homeland.

The Daoists of the Heluo School also stopped adjusting their breaths and stood up in twos and threes.

Everyone's robes are in tatters, and the clothes and elixir in their storage bags are almost exhausted.

Chen He didn't count the number of nicks on the mountain wall. He only knew that the Holo faction Taoist who was responsible for adding a nick every time the wave of fierce beasts appeared had changed four.

All the people who died were not buried.

The cultivator has almost a storage bag in his hand, which can store things while alive, and can be used as a high-level straw mat after death, waiting for the same door to bring them back to the Heluo School.

——No matter how careful you are, there will always be misfortune.

When I saw the souls of the dead for the first time, many Daoists of Heluo faction didn't froze and howled.

Before, the entire head of the eight-tailed fox was shot through by a silver arrow, and nothing escaped, so that people had forgotten that even if they died, they could not leave in this lost ancient world.

As a Mahayana cultivator, his long eyebrows were so old that his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of black blue. He had to curse several times a day to wake up the absent Heluo school disciple.

The trance-looking people were all driven to the bottom of the mountain wall.

There has never been a problem, it seems that only Chen He is left, and even the real person Tian Yan is exhausted.

The long eyebrows used to stare at Chen He anxiously for many days, and finally remembered that Chen He had a mirage robbed by Shi Feng. If Chen He wants to forget, just seal the mirage, every day for him Is brand new.

The long eyebrows were relieved immediately, and Chen He, who didn't say a word every day, didn't actually forget nothing.

Chen He stood on the mountain wall, looking at the surging beast tide in the distance, silently thinking about Hun Yuan's palm, who had just practiced a new trick yesterday. His clothes were also shabby and his whole body was darkened. , There are deep and shallow scars all over the back of the arm and legs.

The scars can be healed with just a single high-grade spirit pill, and Chen He has nothing to do with them before he can go out.

Today he was equally cautious, staring at the climbing beast, choosing the target he could attack, and matching the defense of the ancient monk with a buckler beside him.

The roar is endless, and flesh and blood fly under the sharp claws.

The ancient monks are falling down and turning into dust. This scene is always repeated.

——If you want to live, the brother will wait for him outside.

Chen He tightened his lips and dodged a beast like a rhinoceros. The spiritual power that came out of his palms has turned into a rich golden color. This is a sign of pill formation, but this state has continued. For a long time.

Even Zhenyan Tianyan had successfully formed his pill not long ago, and Chen He has not moved yet.

Only Chen He himself knew that the large amount of spiritual power he had accumulated did not catalyze the formation of alchemy, but was poured into the sleeping stone fire. Every time he wakes up after adjusting his breath, he can see that the seal of fire in the stone is missing.

Alright, soon...

Pushing off a human face spider, Chen He unscrewed its claws backhand and poked at a giant ape with protruding teeth.

The buckler monk who was almost killed by the ape got out, holding a hook-shaped magic weapon, piercing the ape's chest, kicking it down the mountain wall, and then the ancient monk smiled at Chen He.

Such a tragic war with no hope of victory every time, once caused many Heluo monks to despair.

The effort they put in seemed to only slow down the speed of death and injury of the monks—until the souls who indulged in fighting felt the presence of the Heluo faction and began to cooperate tacitly. The few smiles that appeared were separated by eight thousand. Years, as if still alive.

These memories will never reach the soul of tomorrow. Who can talk to them best?

Everything turned into dust again, and the round shield fell on Chen He's feet.

A few hours later, the ancient monk would smile and ask: "Little brother, where are you from?"

"Really, the little brother wants to know about the Beixuan Sect? That's a big sect. I heard that many immortals have appeared, but unfortunately they are too far away from us, we can't wait for rescue."

"The battle between the Northern Xuan Sect and the Southern Hezong? Who knows, our Jin Dan stage cultivators are just ordinary cultivators of the Great Wilderness, and even if they go up to make up the numbers, they are not qualified."

Every time I can only say a word while waiting for the tide of beasts to come from the end of the sky.

Chen He only has the time to ask one sentence.

It is not only Chen He who did this. The Taoist with long eyebrows has led the crowd and asked the ancient monks on the mountain wall. Although the process was not as smooth as Chen He, they almost knew the names of all the ancient monks. .

Including the Mahayana cultivator with the golden armor and silver bow.

Futian Mountain Ji Changge. Eight thousand years ago, Futian Mountain was quite a sect. Unfortunately, after the Catastrophe, they allied with Nanhezong disappeared.

This Ji Changge returned to his hometown of Shuihuan Valley after the outbreak of the Great War and was finally buried here.

The silver bow and golden armor fell into the dust, just like anyone else.

Looking at the surrounding mountains returning to calm, the long eyebrows rubbed their eyebrows and said, "If you have any ideas this time, if we can’t come up with a good idea, we can only continue to spend it here. There are still three hundred years of poor life. If you can get through the Nascent Soul Stage among you, you can add some help."

Everyone was silent.

Chen He suddenly shook his whole body, as if he was about to fall.

The long eyebrow old Dao stood up in shock, but saw a flame rising into the sky, and the flame came out through the acupuncture point. If Chen He's own clothes hadn't been damaged prematurely, he was now wearing an extra Dao robe from the Heluo school. I was afraid that I would be completely covered by this flame.

"What is going on?"

Chen He struggled with his spiritual energy and sank, the flame separated from his body and wrapped into an oval ball.

"Tweet." Shi Zhonghuo jumped in the air excitedly.

Chen He didn't touch the fire in the marble, and ran down the mountain without a word.

"Chen He?" The long eyebrows said, uneasy, and stretched his head to look.

"It's okay, I'm going to form a pill."

"Oh!" Long eyebrows are just as puzzled as everyone else, and the pill is formed. What are you doing in such a hurry?

Chen He didn't explain, he couldn't help it. As soon as the fire in the stone left, his dantian aura suddenly became so much that he was about to break the meridians.