Martial Arts: Start A Life Simulator

"Quickly, everyone returns to their position of responsibility."

Hear the bell ringing.

Soon disciples came out to maintain order and guided everyone to return to where they should go.

It's just time for a cup of tea.

Thousands of disciples in the entire Dao Sect were completely evacuated.

"A lot faster than before."

Lin Jingzhe stood on Wangtian Tower, his Divine Sense was placed outside, covering the entire Dao Sect.

With the help of formation, Lin Jingzhe can control the entire situation on Wangtian Peak.

Looking at one-tenth of the spiritual incense burning on one side, Lin Jingzhe nodded in satisfaction.

It was just a drill specifically for the attack of the Spirit Race.

Lin Jingzhe organizes such a drill every seven days.

At the beginning, everyone in the entire Dao Sect needed a whole incense stick time before they could fully return to their intended position.

Now, after many drills, everyone's speed is greatly ascension.

Although there is no sign of any spiritual race, Lin Jingzhe knows it.

This is entirely because the first group of spirit races are still seizing the time to restore their own strength.

Once they recover to a certain level, they will appear in Zhenguocheng sooner or later, in front of the mountain gate of Dadaozong.

The spirit race can absorb Spiritual Qi by nature and does not need the assistance of Cultivation Technique. Realm Ascension is very fast.

Therefore, in order to prevent everyone from being in a hurry when they suddenly encounter a large-scale attack by the Spirit Race.

Lin Jingzhe began to lead the crowd to do some rehearsals.

"Sect Leader is..."

Wang Yuyan stood beside Lin Jingzhe with a notebook in her hand.

Now she is Lin Jingzhe's accompanying recorder, responsible for passing to Lin Jingzhe and receiving some news.

I just recorded the results of this many disciples' exercises in a notebook.

As soon as Wang Yuyan raised her head, she saw the distant horizon, streamers and lasses.

"It's really unbearable."

Lin Jingzhe naturally saw the scene in the distance.

And Lin Jingzhe, with the help of powerful eyesight, can clearly see what the streamers are.

That is a Practitioner possessed by the spirit race.

However, the Practitioners at this moment have merged with the spirit races, and their consciousness has been completely erased when they were possessed by the spirit races.

Every time they descend into various worlds, the Spirit Race will be divided into several batches.

The first batch was also called the advance army.

They are the least powerful beings, and their status is far inferior to those who come later.

In fact, most of the first group of Adventists served the later Adventists.

Regardless of the strength of the power, there is a risk when the Descendant descends, if he can't immediately possess some carriers.

Once the power of the spirit body is exhausted, then they will completely dissipate.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for many descendants to come to some plants or some animals.

Because they have no choice.

And such people are generally the first to come.

After the arrival of the first batch of descendants, they will begin to go out to find suitable and high-quality carriers for their forces after their strength has recovered to a certain level.

A high-quality carrier is very precious to those who descended.

These high-quality carriers can greatly promote their cultivation.

Therefore, Lin Jingzhe immediately reacted after seeing the spirit race rushing from a distance. It was the first batch of descendants, and they were most likely to capture the carrier for the subsequent descendants.

. . . . . .

"Are you sure that high-quality carrier is in this place?"

"I can smell him, it can't go wrong, he is here."

In the clouds, a group of descendants stood on the flying spirit beast, flying fast.

The leader is the spirit race who occupies the body of the brave god Hou Zhu, who ignores the body, but compared to the previous Zhu Mie, this Zhu Mie has two more tentacles on his forehead.

It is the unique organ of the Spirit Race that not only helps the Spirit Race to better absorb Spiritual Qi, but also makes the Spirit Race's awareness ability greatly Ascension.

It can be said to be an important organ in their body.

Zhu Ignor looked at the'Ding Chunqiu' next to him, with a strong majesty in his tone: "That's fine, if you can find that guy, I will give you a credit at that time."

"Thank you, sir."

Ding Chunqiu smiled and nodded when he heard Zhu Ignor's words.

When he descended into this space, he was one of the spirit races who had been ejected by Lin Jingzhe.

Spirit races also have different sub-races, there are fighting races who are good at fighting, and wisdom races who are good at strategy.

There are many branches of the spirit race, only the extremely knowledgeable power can know.

But the Ding Chunqiu family has an unusually sensitive sense of smell.

Even though he and Lin Jingzhe only met each other, he clearly remembered Lin Jingzhe's smell.

Although their sense of smell is extremely sensitive, their combat effectiveness is not strong.

Therefore, their clan is dependent on some powerful races to survive, and Zhu Meishi, who comes from the fighting clan, is his master.

Although Zhu Ignored in the main house is just a little Elder's son, he is a superior existence compared to him.

"My lord, do you want to send someone to check it out?"

"No need, now I have returned to the Cultivation Base in the spiritual building period, more than enough to deal with a few indigenous people."

While speaking, Zhu Ignor stepped out of the flying spirit beast.

Two wings the size of a fan suddenly grew behind him.

Although the wings are only the size of a fan, but with a slight flap, Zhu Ignor can fly quickly in mid-air.

After only a few breaths, Zhu Mishi came to the location of Wangtian Peak.

"The fighting clan comes, you wait for the ants to come out to meet you soon."

Seeing Zhu Shishi flying out, Ding Chunqiu and a dozen other descendants of the spirit race also rushed up.

Before Zhu Ignored to speak, Ding Chunqiu screamed in the direction where the Dao Sect was.

He stood beside Zhu Wushi with a smile on his face.

Hearing Ding Chunqiu's words, several other spirit races also agreed. The spirit race who possessed Zhang Wuji also shouted like Ding Chunqiu: "Hurry up and welcome..."

"Pouch."

As soon as Zhang Wuji's words fell, a blue Sword Ray galloped out of the Dao Sect.

Then in the horrified gaze of a group of them, their so-called adult was chopped off with a sword by the galloping Sword Ray.

Before the few of them had time to escape, the Sword Ray turned into an arc again, cutting a dozen of them in half. .

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