Global reincarnation

Wuming's biggest obsession now is that his beloved wife died but he doesn't know who caused it.

He checked for a long time.

Now that Jiang Chen said he knew who it was, how could he not be excited?

"You really don't want to tell me?" Wuming's voice was a little cold.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes and sneered: "I originally asked you to sit down and say this after the World Conference, but you are old enough to take action just to save a murderous demon tyrant, and now the land of China is about to be invaded, and all the people are about to fall into dire straits.

The world is about to fall, but you have stopped taking action! Senior Wuming, now I can see clearly that this martial arts myth of yours is only about cultivation, not morality or righteousness! The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

What you are doing here is bullshit!"

"You...!" Wuming was furious, the air shook, and invisible sword energy erupted, shattering all the trees within a few dozen meters.

This scene made Jiang Chen tremble with fear, and Bu Jingyun took a breath of cold air.

"Am I wrong?" Jiang Chen was not afraid at all.

Bu Jingyun took two steps towards him, staring closely at Wuming with his eyes.

As the sun sets over the western mountains, suddenly dark clouds rise and the wind howls.

The wild geese screamed and flew south in panic, and the black clouds rolled.

"Am I really someone who is just trying to gain fame?" Wuming was confused for a moment, and his sword energy disappeared. After a moment, he calmed down, "How do you know this?"

"I have a good relationship with Clay Bodhisattva!" Jiang Chen said naturally.

"Is it possible for Clay Bodhisattva? It's just that his whereabouts are unpredictable, and even I don't know where he is!" Wuming nodded, "How can you tell?"

"Become the supreme elder of Tianxiahui, declare the world, and sit in command for a month to help us pacify Tianxiahui and win over Wushuang City. Once stabilized, we can use the power of China to challenge Juewushen, and we will fight until death! I said

After that, I will tell senior in a month and I will definitely not delay it for a day. As for the future war? Even if I wait until death, I will not ask senior again!" Jiang Chen said sonorously.

The corner of Wuming's mouth twitched, and he walked towards Tianxiahui with his erhu in hand, but stopped, grabbed Nie Feng and continued to move forward. Inexplicably, his body was a little rickety.

Bu Jingyun was about to step forward to stop him, but Jiang Chen held him back and shook his head.

"Can you trust him?"

"Senior Brother Yun, he is nameless after all. Besides, in the current situation, so what if we can't trust him? We are too far behind after all!"

"When you go back, I will help you become the gang leader!"

"If you're being polite, I won't say anything. From now on, we brothers will fight side by side!"

The two of them followed Wuming.

At this time, the world will be in chaos.

There is no hall leader, no gang leader, no Wen Chou Chou, just like a headless goshawk, at a loss.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen and others are back.

Bu Jingyun took action to calm people's hearts forcefully.

He wanted to look for Qin Shuang and others, but found that there was no trace. Even after asking, no one knew.

Even Duanlang's body disappeared without a trace.

After Nie Feng woke up, his crazy blood was suppressed, and he desperately searched for Qin Shuang's whereabouts and Duan Lang's body, but there was no clue.

"Duanlang's body has disappeared!"

Jiang Chen's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead.

After Qin Shuang and others were killed by him, they were put into the reincarnation ring, but Duanlang's body was not.

Now it has disappeared.

No one knows yet.

The bodies of Dugu and his son were intact.

He only thought of one possibility.

It must have been done by that old Yinbi of Emperor Shitian.

"Damn, another variable!" Jiang Chen had the urge to scold his mother.

It’s okay if Wuming comes out, after all, this person has a bottom line.

Where is Emperor Shakti?

That's a lunatic!

"If you can cut off the waves and save people, Emperor Shitian, I will consider you the strongest in the world!" Jiang Chen snorted and suppressed his thoughts for the time being.

Without resting, he went directly to Xiongba's bedroom, the secret room of seclusion, and the study room, etc., and used his mind power to find the cultivation method of returning the vitality in three parts.

There are also three-point divine fingers, Tianshuang fist, cloud-dispelling palm, Fengshen legs and so on.

Jiang Chen didn't mean to hide it at all, he took it out directly and showed it to Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, and Wuming.

"There is actually a twelfth form of Paiyun Palm!" Bu Jingyun looked through it and sneered, "I really have reservations!"

"The last move of the Fengshen Kick was not passed on to me!" Nie Feng looked downcast.

No matter what, Xiongba had the kindness to teach him.

He also respected his senior brother Qin Shuang very much, and how happy he was that there was no body after Duan Lang's death.

"Xiongba knows your background, how come you don't have any reservations? It's expected and reasonable!" Jiang Chen said.

"Hegemonic, powerful!" Wuming looked through the three-point divine finger and the three-point returning vitality, "It is indeed the unique skill of the old man Sanjue. Looking at the world, there are very few who can compare with it!"

The old man Sanjue is Xiong Ba’s master.

"Then do you know how old man Sanjue died?" Jiang Chen suddenly asked.

Wuming's expression changed slightly: "You wouldn't say Xiong Ba killed him, would you?"

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun also looked over.

Jiang Chen nodded: "Back then, when Old Man Sanjue saw Xiongba's character, he didn't teach him about it. As a result, Xiongba had a grudge, so he poisoned Old Man Sanjue to death and took away the secret book. This is how the Tianxiahui was born!"

Bu Jingyun flashed a sneer.

Nie Feng sighed.

"How do you know so many secrets? Can the Clay Bodhisattva really calculate everything?" Wuming was surprised, and even more shocked by Jiang Chen's omniscience.

"Who knows?" Jiang Chen shrugged and looked at Nie Feng, "Brother Nie, I want to become the gang leader, would you like to help me?"

"Can you implement the kind of institutional structure you mentioned?" Nie Feng asked.

"Of course!" Jiang Chen nodded without hesitation, "I came from a poor background, and I know that people's lives are not easy. They don't have enough to eat, they don't have enough clothes to wear, and they have to be oppressed by martial arts people, exploited by gangs, struggling to survive, and miserable.

Unbearable! What I want is for the people to have clothes to wear, food to eat, houses to live in, and land to cultivate. Let children have books to read, so that the elderly will not be lonely and helpless, and so that the people will no longer be subject to martial arts.

Bullying, so that they can straighten their spines and be human beings, and also hope that martial arts people can be restrained by rules!"

Nie Feng couldn't help but feel moved: "You have such an ambition, how can I not support it?"

"I looked down on you before, but now I know that you have great ambitions!" Bu Jingyun admired him.

"If you can really do it, after I resolve my personal matters, you are willing to stay in charge of Tianxiahui!" Wuming's heart was filled with excitement, and he couldn't help but make a decision.

"Thank you!" Jiang Chen cupped his hands and exhaled secretly.

The world will be outside.

This is a mountain top.

Duanlang's body was lying quietly here, and there was a person standing next to him. He wore an ice sculpture mask on his face, which was very strange. He kept muttering: "It's weird, he died not long ago. With my return,

The Soul Technique can completely save people, so why is there no movement? Is there anyone who I, Emperor Shitian, cannot save?"

If Jiang Chen were to look at this person, he would definitely recognize him at a glance. He is the old immortal Emperor Shitian who has lived for more than a thousand years, the former Xu Fu, and the old Yin Bi.

Squatting down, he checked it carefully, as if he was stunned.

"Has your heart been shattered?"

"The brain was turned into paste?"

"Damn it, cruel enough, cautious enough, and poisonous enough!"

"My heart is broken, but there is still a way!"

"But his brain is turned into paste, his grandmother's, how can I save him?"

"Haha, interesting, really interesting!"

"That little guy is fun, fun, much more interesting than Xiongba!"

Emperor Shitian smiled and patted Duanlang's body into a bloody mist with a palm. He flicked his sleeve and dispersed it in the wind.