Great Creator

Chapter 383 Let the aborigines learn a lot (22)

"Changguo is newly defeated, and the people have not forgotten their homeland. When you go to the mortal world, you will definitely meet someone who wants you to lead them and resist Jingguo. You have to keep your eyes open and look carefully. See if they need it. Uprising, and see if they really need you. Don't be used by others, and definitely don't claim to be king or emperor."

"Remember your identity, you are a fairy, not a worldly person!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Ling waved his sleeves.

Clouds gather at his feet.

"Teacher, come up yet?"

Wen Ling said to Ping He.

Only then did Ping He realize that Master was going to send him back in person, and hurriedly stepped up the cloud.

As far as the touch is concerned, the cloud is soft, like cotton, but it holds people firmly.

Wen Ling opened his mouth and said: "Navigation, destination setting: Human World, Jianchang City."

Cloud: "Automatic navigation starts, the distance to the destination..."

After saying this sentence, the cloud began to move.

The two stood on the cloud, and the cloud was so fast that it was almost pulled into a phantom.

It was very windy and at first Ping Ping was top-heavy and almost fell from the clouds.

Thanks to Wen Ling supporting him with his hands, he also lowered Yun's speed.

This cloud fell into Jianchang City with an extremely arrogant attitude.

The whole city of Jianchang was boiling.

They had also heard about the immortal coming to Mobei City before, but now, seeing the immortal coming to the world again almost half a year later, how could they not be very excited.

Looking down from the clouds, Ping He saw heads protruding from the houses, and the streets were densely packed with people.

After becoming an immortal cultivator, he can see clearly even if it is far away.

Those people looked up to the sky. There was a horrified look on his face, with a hint of fear.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wen Lingling jumped down peacefully.

Looking at the ground below peacefully, he felt uneasy.

But he was considered an immortal cultivator anyway, so he immediately summoned his spiritual energy and jumped down.

The aura in the body naturally circulated endlessly, and the peaceful figure floated down from the clouds like a feather and fell into the city.

That Taoist robe swayed in the wind, fluttering and quite immortal.

After he landed, no one dared to come over for a while.

Peacefully bowed slightly in the direction of the former royal palace.

"I am the apprentice of the Inspirational Lord of the Immortal Realm, and those who cultivate immortality are peaceful."

Said peacefully.

"I'm here just to visit my family members, so you don't need to panic!"

Wen Ling nodded slightly on the cloud.

He left with a cloud.

...

Huang Si came to the spiritual world and appeared in the rose garden.

For the sake of safety, he has moved the balancer to the rose garden.

During many wars, the Rose Garden was the only place that no one could invade. It must be extremely safe here.

Standing in the garden, Huang Si quickly scanned the nineteen families.

Following his inquiry, one of them hurriedly said:

"Master, there is an aborigine seeking your help, and I have asked him to wait for you outside the wasteland wall."

"Huh? Let me see."

Huang Si wanted to accept some aborigines as family members in the spiritual world.

But it's useless for ordinary people to ask for it. If they want to accept it, they can accept practitioners.

So he asked the family members to carefully look for practitioners who needed to be resurrected or treated.

If you want to be resurrected, it is best to keep your soul.

There are means of soul preservation in this world, because it is said that immortals can take their souls to reincarnation, or let them directly change their way of practice.

Therefore, if a relative or friend dies, the practitioners here will try their best to preserve the soul of the other person, and then try to find a way to ask for help.

It's just that there are too few means to preserve the soul for a long time.

And in this world, no real immortal has yet descended.

Therefore, resurrection and the treatment of relatives and friends have become a huge seller's market.

Market prospects.

The Badlands is a large circle around the Lost Temple.

Outside the wall, there was a young man kneeling there.

This young man looked embarrassed and emaciated, his body was so thin that he didn't look like a practitioner, he seemed to have experienced severe torture.

He was wearing a practitioner's battle uniform with a long sword around his waist, but there was a wooden coffin beside him.

The coffin was made of wood, with no damage at the four corners, inlaid with patterns, and a glass-like transparent material was embedded on the front panel.

Inside the coffin, there was a person, or rather, a corpse, but because of the protective effect of the coffin, although the person had already died, his appearance was lifelike.

The young man not only knelt on the ground, put his hands on the ground in front of him, and kept mumbling.

"Pray for the power of the temple to save Yingying."

"I beg the master of the temple to bring Yingying back to life..."

Huang Si pierced a hole in the protective cover, squeezed a prosthetic body, and fell in front of the young man in an instant.

The young man is at least a monk in the alchemy stage, and when there is movement in front of him, he immediately wakes up.

Before he raised his head, he just felt a threatening heat wave approaching.

The sharp black giant claws fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust all over the sky, and the dark red fire glowed under the cracked skin like volcanic rocks. Just one claw occupied the young man's entire field of vision.

The astonishing heat swept over, and the young man had no choice but to keep retreating with the coffin.

He looked up, and a horrible sight came into view.

There are cracks exposed, the abdomen dripping with fiery red magma, the neck with sharp and long thorns like fish fins, the metal black chin like an anvil, the dense fangs interlaced up and down, and several black horns like goats or devils , blood-red, eyes with a strange red light...

And, covered with countless sharp scales, black trunk and huge wings with red skin, covering the entire sky!

"My name is Deathwing."

"The Destroyer of Destiny."

"The end of all things."

"Unstoppable..."

"Irreversible..."

Huang Si stared at the tiny practitioner under the huge body, and slowly uttered the last line in the tone of Deathwing:

"I! Namely! Cataclysm!"

Below, the young man almost rolled and crawled.

He had never seen such a huge monster, even as a practitioner of the third level, he was instinctively frightened and wanted to run away.

"You are a practitioner? Wake me up, what's the matter?"

Huang Si imitated Deathwing's voice, and his voice was booming.

He just didn't want people in this world to figure out his identity, so he created the image of Neltharion, the black dragon in World of Warcraft. The result was exceptionally good, worthy of being the final boss of Dragon Soul.

Use the modeling of World of Warcraft to scare people from different worlds who have never seen the world, cool!

In the future, the image of Temple Master = Deathwing can be fixed.

If necessary, you can also appear in other images, such as Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire, or a star dragon with a little more style, or invincible... Oh no, Arthas, the Lich King.

After brushing the Icecrown Citadel dozens of times, I still couldn't find invincibility, and I almost forgot the name of the boss.

After listening to Huang Si's question, the young man finally calmed down.