My Disciple Died Yet Again

Wen Hao has always felt that he is a qualified and good lord, and he is still a positive and lord. Although the temple that he took over was a mess, he still did not give up and did not give up, trying to take the door to run a well-off, not right, is the road to the rich.

The helplessness is very full, and the reality is very skinny. Although the temple of the remains, there is a high-ranking descendant of the ancient Protoss, the brand of the bombing of the sky, but also can not stand the years of discussion. Originally relying on additional power, this almost plug-in property has always stood in the remains of the leader of the repairing world. In recent years, due to the weak blood, the property blessing has become weaker. Until now, apart from the presence of the lord, there is no trace of it. He can't feel it. There is no magical power for the eggs. Other disciples are basically only a poster of the Protoss.

In order to retain the power of blessing, the previous presidents inevitably adopted some exclusionary measures, which caused very bad effects. The most direct manifestation is that external talents cannot be introduced, internal corruption, and the overall quality of the sects has plummeted. Up to now, there are few disciples who can draw their hands.

When he realized the seriousness of the problem and began to want to accept the excellent disciples outside, it was too late. It’s hard to find a good-natured disciple, even if there is, it has already been robbed by various factions, and they have been won by them.

Especially after the last battle that affected the whole process of repairing the world, the Temple of the Remnant was even more devastating. Almost all the monks who could support the scene fell into this battle. There are only a few ten innumerable monks, only five. The strength of the Temple of the Remains has once again fallen, and it will almost not be lifted in front of the public.

Wen Hao got to be tempted every day, and night could not be embarrassed. However, at this critical moment, the public sent a knife to his heart and invited the disciples of Jindan in the door to participate in the sect. The famous sects of the sects of the sects of the sects, but Wen Hao knows that this is actually a sprawling event of various factions.

This ratio is more than a problem. Ten Jindan disciples sent out by the Temple of the Gods were made into dogs. Even if I didn't get a place, I didn't have a disciple who entered the top ten. Even worse than the average first-class fairy door.

The cicada is almost vomiting blood back. After this comparison, let alone the leader, it is estimated that even the position of the first-class Xianmen can not be saved, and will completely lose the right to speak. Wen Hao wants to die in the heart, there is no way to count, can not think of it, when there is no help. The miracle has appeared!

In the back of the mountain, the Tianlin forest suddenly lowered the spirit of the gods. The entire temple was shrouded in robbing clouds, and the thunderous robbers were completely smashed for ten days. Then in a stone room inside, the pressure of the gods was revealed.

The cult of the gods, the back mountain to the heavens, there is actually a **** of the gods! After the war, the whole process of repairing the world could not find a god, but he has one more here, live!

Wen Hao was so excited that his beard was bright, gathered outside the stone room, and personally greeted the sage. With the gods of the gods, which sects dare to bully the door.

The more you think about it, the more beautiful you want. The more you think about it, the more excited you are. The more you think about it, the more you feel that the sage in the stone room is pleasing to the eye. It’s too time for you to come. You are the most beautiful cloud of the day, and you will stay with you with great wine... Hey, where is it strange?

But when the sage went out of the stone room, he was stupid. This... who? The face looks strange.

The returning forest of Houshan is the place where the students are closed and closed. The ones who entered are all close to Shouyuan, and the monks who break through the break, but most of the disciples are gone, and the ones that come out are all dead, it is easy to forget. The presence.

But this is the **** of the gods, that is to say, she was at least Yuan Ying before she entered, but why he had never seen him.

Wen Hao gnawed his teeth, no matter what, the sect can not be less than the sage, it is sent to God.

Therefore, as soon as he continued to do it, he screamed and screamed. "Disciples, see the ancestors."

Therefore, Fanghua's appearance, just a boy who has just handed in a boyfriend, Zhu Yao, is so ancestors.

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"Old ancestors, I don't know where your old family's family is a blessed land, as your Dongfu?" Wen Hao cheerfully greeted him, laughing and seeing his eyebrows.

Old man Zhu Yao: "..."

Do you want to call my ancestors? She still has to marry someone! "You can call my name directly."

"There is no way to go." Wen Hao looked awkward and looked at the right way. "The young and the young are inferior and orderly. The disciple is the master of the temple of the gods. You should do it by yourself. Please ancestors, don't deny." He looks at you as a trample of my dignity as a younger generation.

I wished that the corner of my mouth was pumping, and I silently endured it. If it is not for your age!

"You can choose a place, you can live." She did not ask for a place to live, anyway, her goal is that few magic weapons.

Wen Hao listened, did not take her to stroll, went directly to the peak of the green mountains and green water.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, it's the highest of all the peaks. Next to it is the main peak, and on the right is a forest, just a few miles away there is a dark mountain peak. There is no grass or wood on the mountain, and there is no aura emerging, but it is still rising in the air.

I wish you some curiosity, "What is that?"

"That is the search for Jianfeng." Wen Hao explained, suddenly thought of what to say, "After a while, is the day of the public to find the sword, and then forget the ancestors to protect me."

"Seeking a sword? What is that?" Zhu Yaoshun asked.

A glimpse of the literary genius, some strange look at her, "the search for the sword is naturally to find a weapon that fits with itself, or the material of the casting." How long has the ancestor retired, even this kind of thing does not know. "This sword-seeking peak was raised from the ground thousands of years ago. There are countless pieces of material cast in it. It is because this peak was born on the top of my spirit. The weapons cast from the materials here are inherently spiritual. I will choose the Lord myself. Before I find a suitable owner, even if the weapon is cast, I will return here and wait for someone who has a chance. So the school will hold a sword-seeking conference every ten years."

So cow? Then the other sects, isn’t the eye dead? After all, people come only once in ten years, and you are at your doorstep.

However, when I say this, I hope that I can look forward to it. Maybe she can take advantage of this sword-seeking conference to find out the whereabouts of the five magic weapons, and then borrow them by the way. Even if people are not willing to borrow, she can still grab it!

Zhu Yao lived at the summit for five days, and knocked on the side of the disciples from some of the disciples who had been treated to inquire about the status quo of the world. Don't listen, don't know, it's not good to hear the whole person.

Originally, she thought that the spirit had given her a vest with her own plot, but it was not. No one in this group knew her. Just because she appeared in the stone room of the back hill of the family, the owner of the temple made her a good person.

It is no wonder that the old man refused to call her name. He didn’t call it. He didn’t know it. Also afraid of offending a monk of a god, only the ancestors of the ancestors. Sure enough, I can be the head of the old fox. This is obviously pitted her.

After knowing the truth, Zhu Yao went directly to Wen Hao to explain that he did not want to stay in this martial art.

Wen Hao stopped with a nose and tears. While crying, he talked about his sad history. From the establishment of the martial art, he cried to the glory of the martial art. He cried again to the present situation, and refused to hold her thigh. Let go.

A man who is over half a hundred years old, a white-haired old man, crying and crying for help, to seek the scene of conquest, as a five-story four-year-old girl, she really did not have the heart to open. In the end, I nodded.

Wen Hao instantly the whole person is in spirit, the waist is not sour, the feet are not hurt, the thighs are not hugged, the nose and tears are freely released, "I haven't asked, is the honorable Taoist number?"

I wish you a short mouth, "Yu Yao." Changing face is definitely a must-have skill.

"It turned out to be Yuyao Zun." The old man respectfully performed a ceremony. "The honorable person can slay in the gods and choose to stay in the school. It is also a relationship with me. The temple will never forget." The great grace of the Sayādaw."

I wish you a return to his two words.

The Temple of the Mausoleum, if she remembers it correctly, this should be the home of the sister-in-law, the sect of the ancient descendants of the gods! Isn't it very powerful in the plot? How is it so bad now that there is no one in the faction.

It seems to be her doubts, the old man of Wenyu actively explained, "I don't know the sages. I was sent to the dozens of Yuanying monks a few hundred years ago. I broke the foundation, so I will fall to this place. situation."

“Hundreds of years ago?” Zhu Yao’s glimpse, what kind of war can die so many infants? "A dozen or so infants are also no match?"

Wen Hao sighed. "The Mozu is so easy to deal with."

"Devil?" I wish to have a big eye, and there is a thought in my heart. I feel that there is something wrong with this rebirth.

"The Sayādaw also can't think of it, will the Mozu still live in the world?" Wen Hao shook his head in a deep pain. "If it is not the pro-sister of the former lord, the singer of the sacred palace is fighting for the life of the demon, how can this Taiping The world has not arrived until just a few hundred years, and the factions began to hit the idea of ​​my temple."

"Wait!" I wished that there was some confusion and seriously looked at the old man. "You said that the network was sealed for a few hundred years ago?"

"Yeah!" Wen Hao nodded and looked down and thought. "I think about it for hundreds of years...about 900 years?"

"Rely!" She finally knew where it was wrong, and her sister's grievances were after the seal of the Mozu for a thousand years, and the spirits actually sent her to the network before the resurrection. She not only came to the world of her sister, but also passed through time and returned to the past.

"Old man, then you know, sister... isn't it, where is the body of the Lord's Palace?"

"Of course, it is on the altar of God." He took it for granted. "Only by making sacrifices can you lower the ancient seal."

"Where is that place?"

Wen Hao points to a place in the south, "Just in the holy pool behind the Temple of God... Hey?" He turned back, and there was a figure in front of him, only a white shadow flying to the south.

It seems that the Sayādaw is very curious about the savior. It seems that he will not leave in a short time. He suddenly let his heart go.

Zhu Yao went directly to the position pointed out by Wen Hao. In front of it was a pool of water that clearly bottomed out, surrounded by a circle of circulation, and a blue-shirt girl lying on the pool. A chain of aura is attached to the body.

Sure enough, the girl in the plot, she has not resurrected.

Finally, I understand what the subtle adjustments that the spirits said are? He adjusted the timeline!

At the beginning, she said that she had to solve the problem from the source. I didn’t expect the spirit to send her back to the source. The sister has not yet been the source of betrayal by the world.

By the way, it seems that all her plans have to be adjusted.

Originally thought that the main task is to collect those magic weapons, release the soul of the sister, and then a sister, a low-skilled psychological counseling, let her put down their grievances, and reincarnation.

In this way, her main task becomes how to stop the world from taking her and reverse the life of her tragedy.

Suddenly felt a lot of trouble, is coming.

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Zhu Yao is not going to stay in the Temple of the Dead. I don’t know when I will wake up. She must be rescued before the public to find out. Otherwise, with her soft sister who has been repaired as a loss, there is only a pinch. There are also five magic weapons, she must also get it as soon as possible.

The five things ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ are also part of her sad reminder.

The journey of heterosexual psychology and mutual help turns into a soft sister who saves the sad reminder. This is sour, it is simply unbelievable!

The squad-finding conference that Wen Hao said was also in full swing five days later. The monks of all the factions gathered in the temple of the remains. Although Wen Hao’s heart blames the style of these martial art, on the surface it is welcoming.

It’s just that there are so many people coming here. There are many Yuan Zhen livers who lead the team. They say that they are taking disciples to find swords. It’s better to say that they are coming to the demonstration. The obvious meaning of drunkenness is not wine.

Wen Hao was so upset that he did not immediately rush to the peak to ask for help, but still enthusiastically meet the disciples of the various factions. It was not until the Shumen, the name of the Ming Dynasty, that all the famous monks had arrived, and the leaders of the various factions sat down before they returned to the temple.

The faction has obviously waited for it, and a monk directly stopped the following. The opening said the purpose. "The lord of the lord, the guardian of the temple, has been guarding the Jianfeng for so many years. It is really hard work, and the disciple seeks sword every ten years. It is also very troublesome. So the people sent a deliberation, but nowadays this sword-seeking peak is controlled by other Xianmen, and it also solves the worries of the Lord."

Wen Hao looked back at him and looked for Jianfeng. This is the thing that belongs to the Temple of the Gods. Every ten years, it is only because the instruments in the Peak have the power to choose the Lord. They are not willing to bury them, so they are invited to enter. They obviously came to the door to grab things, but they also had to move out of excuses for the relief of the temple.

Wen Hao sneered, and went to the main seat of the temple, but suddenly turned his eyes and did not sit on the main seat, but waved his hand, let the disciple sit in the position of the next head and sit down and saw the presence. A circle of people, think of a certain point on the peak, the waist is quite straight.

It’s time to raise your eyebrows! R1152