My Disciple Died Yet Again Chapter 244: Adjusted timeline

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Wen Yu has always felt that he is a good good temple master, and he is also a positive temple master. Although the shrine he took over was a mess, he did not abandon or give up, and tried hard to bring a martial art to a well-off society. No, it was to the wealthy Kangzhuang Avenue.

Helpless ideals are full and reality is very skinny. Although the Temple of the Remains has the brand of the ancient and descendant of the Protoss of the Ancient God, the * Baotian brand, it can not stand the years of learning. Originally relying on the addition of Divine Strength, this almost plug-in attribute has been standing in the shrine that is the leader of the repair industry. In recent years, due to the weak blood, attribute blessing has become weaker and weaker. Up to now, apart from the lord of the palace, there is no trace of existence. He has no sense of it, and there is no Divine Strength for egg use. All other disciples are basically only holding a Protoss brand.

In order to retain the blessing of Divine Strength, the previous master of the hall inevitably adopted some xenophobic measures, which caused a very bad impact. The most direct manifestation is that external talents cannot be introduced, internal corruption, and the overall quality of the martial arts has plummeted. Until now, there are basically few disciples who can handle it.

When he realized the seriousness of the problem and began to want to accept outstanding disciples from the outside, already was too late. Mo said that highly qualified disciples are extremely difficult to find. Even if they are, they have been snatched by various factions, and they still have to get them.

Especially after the last battle that affected the entire world of repairs, the Lost Temple was even more damaged. Almost all monks who can support the scene fell into this battle. More than a dozen Yuanying monks have only five left. The strength of the shrine was once again plummeted, and it was almost impossible to lift it in front of the crowd.

Wen Yu is so distressed that he can't sleep at night. At this critical moment, the popular faction has a knife in his heart. Jindan disciples were invited to participate in the martial arts contest. The fact that they are called by the sects, but Wen Yu knows that this is actually a grand event to explore the strength of the factions.

This ratio is a problem. Ten Jindan disciples sent by the Relic Temple were abused into dogs. Even if you don't get a place, no disciple enters the top ten. Not even as good as first-class Xianmen.

Wen Yu almost came back with blood. After this comparison, let alone be a leader. It is estimated that even the position of first-class Xianmen cannot be guaranteed. From then on, the right to speak will be completely lost. Wen Yu has the heart to die, and there is no way to think of it. Helpless times. A miracle has appeared!

In the Guitian Forest of Houshan, the magical spirit light suddenly dropped, and the whole shrine was covered by robbery clouds. Immediately afterwards, the power of the gods was revealed in a stone room.

Human deity, Hou Shan goes to the forest of heaven. There is actually a Supreme Master! After that war, the entire Xiu world couldn't find another deification. He has another one here, alive!

Wen Yu was so excited that her beard lighted up, gathered outside the stone room, and personally greeted the Venerable. With the **** monk sitting town. Which martial art would dare to come here.

Wen Yu is more beautiful the more she thinks, the more excited she is. The more she thinks, the more honorable the lord in the stone room is. It's too time to come, you are the most beautiful cloud in the sky. Fill you with wine and leave you ... Well, where is it strange?

But when the lord came out of the stone room, he was dumbfounded. Who ... who? The face looks so strange.

Gui Tianlin in Houshan is a place where life and death are closed in the middle of the pie. All who enter are not close to Shou Yuan, but monks who broke through, but most of the disciples never return, and all come out are nine dead and one life. The forgotten existence.

But this is the Supreme Lord, which means that she was at least Yuan Ying before entering, but why he hadn't even seen him before.

Wen Yu gritted his teeth. Regardless, the martial arts can't miss this lord, it should be sent by God.

So when he was doing it forever, he knelt down and shouted, "Disciple, meet the old ancestors."

So, Fanghua looks good, and Zhu Miyao, a young girl who has just made a boyfriend, is so ancestor.

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"Old ancestors, I don't know which blessing place your elderly family would like to be your Dongfu place?" Wen Yu greeted with a cheerful smile, blindfolded with a smile.

Zhu Yao, the elderly: "..."

Don't you call me ancestor? She still has to marry! "Just call my name."

"It must not be." Wen Yu said with a look of expression and expression, "Elderly and young are respectful and orderly. As a disciple, the disciples are the masters of the temple of the remains of the gods. They should lead by example. Old ancestors, never Excuse me. "His face you trampled on me as a junior dignity.

Zhu Yao took a sip from the corner of his mouth and silently put up with it. If it were not for your age!

"You can choose any place, just live." She had no requirements for the place to live, anyway, her goals are those magic weapons.

When Wen Yu heard it, she didn't take her around any more, and went directly to the peak of a green mountain.

I do n’t know if it ’s a coincidence. It ’s the tallest of all the peaks. The main peak is next to it, and on the right is a forest, but there is a dark mountain covered only a few miles away. There is no grass and trees on the mountain, and no Spirit Qi emerges, but it still rises steadily in the air.

Zhu Yao is a little curious, "What's that?"

"That's Xun Jianfeng." Wen Yu explained, suddenly it seemed like he thought, "After a while, it will be the day for the faction to seek swords, and I will forget the old ancestors to protect me."

"Xunjian? What is that?" Zhu Yaoshun asked.

Wen Yu looked at her a little, and looked at her in amazement, "The sword hunting is naturally to find weapons or casting materials that fit her." How long did the old ancestors retreat without even knowing this? "This Xunjian Peak has risen from the ground thousands of years ago, and there are countless construct cast materials in it, but because this peak was born on the spiritual veins of our school, the weapons cast from the materials here are inherently spiritual and will Choose your own. Before finding a suitable master, even if the weapon is cast, you will return here and wait for someone who is destined. So this faction will hold a sword hunting conference every ten years. "

Such a cow? Isn't the other school of envy dead? After all, they only come once every ten years, and you are right at your doorstep.

But saying so, Zhu Yaodao is a little looking forward. Maybe she can take advantage of this sword hunting conference to learn about the whereabouts of the five magic weapons. By the way, borrow it. Even if she is unwilling to borrow, she can grab it!

Zhu Yao stayed at the summit for five days, and tapped from the mouths of some disciples who came to treat him, and asked about the status quo of the world. I do n’t know, I do n’t know the whole person.

At first she thought that Jie Ling had given her a vest with a plot, but it wasn't. No one in this group knew her name. It's just because she appeared in the stone room behind others. The temple owner logically classified her as a pie.

It's no wonder that the old man refused to call her name. Fear of offending a deified monk. Only old ancestors are holding. Sure enough, the foxes who are in charge are all millennia old. This is obviously pitting her.

After knowing the truth, Zhu Yao went straight to explain to Wen Yu that he didn't want to stay in this martial art.

Wen Yu stopped her with a snot and a tear. Crying while talking about his sad history, from the establishment of martial arts. Crying to the splendor of martial arts, crying all the way to the embarrassing status quo today, holding her thigh alive and unwilling to let go.

A white-haired old man over half a year old. Crying and crying, asking for staying and conquering, as a good girl who talks about beauty. She didn't have the heart to break open. Finally nodded.

Wen Yu suddenly became energetic, and her waist was not sour. My feet no longer hurt, my thighs no longer hold, and my nose and tears are free to relax, "I haven't asked yet yet, what is His Word?"

Zhu Yao's mouth is drawn, "Yu Yao." Changing face is definitely a necessary skill for the head.

"It was the Lord Yuyao." The old man saluted respectfully, "The Lord can send me to the gods and choose to stay in the pie, which is considered to be related to my pie. He will never forget the great grace and grace of His Holiness. "

Zhu Yao returned his two words.

If she remembers correctly, this should be the home of the sister of Luo Luo, the school of the base camp of descendants of ancient gods! Isn't it awesome in the plot? How could it be so miserable now that none of the sacred gods in the sect.

It seems that she saw her doubts, and the old man Yu Yu explained actively, "The Supreme Master didn't know. In the war a few hundred years ago, I sent dozens of Yuanyuan monks to the ground and hurt the foundation, so it was only Fall into such a situation. "

"Hundreds of years ago?" Zhu Yao said for a moment. What war can kill so many babies? "Can more than a dozen Yuanyings join forces?"

Wen Yu sighed, "How can the demons deal with it so easily."

"The Demon Race?" Zhu Yao's eyes widened and a thought passed through his heart, and he felt that there was something wrong with this rebirth.

"The Lord can't think of it, will the demons still be alive?" Wen Yu shook his head with a pained expression. "If it wasn't for the sister of the former palace master, Luoluo Palace Host was fighting to seal the demons. This peaceful world? Just a few hundred years before it arrived, the factions began to fight for the idea of ​​my temple. "

"Wait!" Zhu Yao was a little confused, and he looked at the old man seriously, "You said that Luoluo sealed the Demon Clan hundreds of years ago?"

"Yeah!" Wen Yu nodded his head, and thought down, "I think about it for hundreds of years ... about nine hundred years?"

"Fuck!" She finally knew what was wrong. The sister-in-law's resentment came a thousand years after she sealed the demons, and the spirit sent her to the sister-in-law before she was resurrected. Not only did she come to her sister's world, but she also passed time and returned to the past.

"Old man, do you know, girl ... what's wrong, where is the body of the network Palace Host?"

"Of course on the altar of God." He said with a look of course, "Only as a sacrifice can you lower the seal of ancient times."

"Where is that place?"

Wen Yu pointed to a place in the south, "Just in the holy pond behind my shrine ...?" When he looked back, there was still a figure of Zhu Yao in front of him, only a white shadow flying to the south.

It seems that His Holiness is very curious about the savior. It seems that he will not leave for a short time or the like, and he is at ease immediately.

Zhu Yao went directly to the location pointed by Wen Yu. In front of it was a clear bottom of the pool of water, surrounded by the circle of law, and a blue shirt girl was lying on the pool of water. A chain of Spirit Qi was attached to the body.

It really is the girl in the plot, she has not been resurrected.

Finally, what is the slight adjustment that Jie Ling said? He adjusted the timeline!

At the beginning, she said that she wanted to solve the problem from the source, but unexpectedly Jie Ling sent her back to the source. The girl has not yet been the source of betrayal by the world.

Fuck, it looks like all her plans have to be adjusted.

I thought that the main task was to collect those magic weapons, let go of the girl ’s soul, and then conduct a psychological counseling for the girl with a low success rate, letting her let go of her resentment and give birth.

In this way, her main task becomes how to stop the world from losing her and reverse her tragic life.

I immediately felt a big wave of trouble and it was coming.

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Zhu Yao will not be able to stay in the remains of the shrine now. She doesn't know when she will wake up. She must rescue before the faction finds out. Otherwise, with her cultivation soft girl lost, there is only a pinch. There are also five magic weapons, she must get them as soon as possible.

The five things are part of her sadness.

The journey of assisting different minds in another world suddenly turns into: saving the sad soft girl. It's sour, it's hard to believe!

Wen Yu said that the sword-seeking conference was also in full swing five days later. Monks of all denominations gathered at the Temple of the Remains. Although Wen Yu complained about the styles of these schools, she was politely welcomed in.

It's just that there are more people this time. There are many real Yuan Ying who lead the team. They say they are bringing disciples to seek swords. It is better to say they are demonstrating. Obviously, the drunkard is not drinking.

Wen Yu was so anxious that she didn't immediately rush to the peak and asked Zhu Yao for help. She was still welcoming the disciples of all factions. Until all the immortal gates in Xiujie had arrived, the leading monks of each faction sat down, and then returned to the temple.

The faction was obviously impatient with already. A monk stopped Xia Yu directly and said his purpose. "The Master of the Wen Dian and the Temple of the Remains guarded Jianfeng for so many years, it is really hard work, once every ten years. Disciple Xun Jian is also extremely troublesome. Therefore, the public sent to discuss that this Xun Jianfeng will not be ruled by other Xianmen, and the worry of the master of the palace will be solved.

Wen Yu glanced back at him, Xun Jianfeng was originally a thing belonging to the Temple of the Remains, and once every ten years, it was only because the construct in the peak had the ability to choose the Lord and did not want to be buried, so he invited the crowd to enter . They obviously came to grab things, but they also moved out of excuses for the temple of the relics.

Wen Yu sneered, heading towards the main seat on the hall, but suddenly his eyes turned and he didn't sit on the main seat. He waved his hand, and the disciple added a seat in the lower position to sit down and watch. After a circle of people present, think of someone on the peak, and the waist stick was straight up in an instant.

It's time to raise your eyebrows! (To be continued)

ps: I love my sister-in-law, and I saw your reward. It ’s too late today. More tomorrow.