The Ancestor of Body Repair

Chen Yang relied on the support of his sword treasure and barely stood up. He closed his eyes and let the rain fall on his face.

Over the years, Chen Yang has been encouraging himself all the time, supporting silently. In order to prevent the emotions of other classmates from being affected, he always suppressed his emotions.

Even if his beloved senior brother died, he had to hide the news and make a happy appearance that his senior brother was relieved.

The sadness and exhaustion of the past few years are beyond words.

But all of this was finally over. At this time, he could clearly sense that his soul had entered his internal organs. Although the residual fluctuations of the Soul Binding Technique were still in the sea of ​​consciousness, he could not affect his soul for the time being.

"Jianzong disciples have received the great kindness of their predecessors, and they can't repay them!" Chen Yang said in a low voice.

"Jianzong disciples can't repay!"

"No reward..."

At the same time, more than 300 sword cultivators danced their hands. They pinched the sword art with both hands, rested their left hand on the bottom, and the index finger and middle finger of the right hand were facing the sky. As for the chest, all of them made the same movement, as if to express their inner feelings. Respect.

But facing their words, the voice deep in the bloodline did not respond.

"senior!"

Chen Yang waited for a while, but found that there was still no response. He couldn't help but look forward and asked eagerly to the headless star beast that had turned into a mummified corpse: "Is the senior still there?"

"Dare to ask if senior is my human elder? Senior!"

No matter how the swordsmen shouted, the voice did not respond.

At this time, everyone understood that the senior who helped them has left, or that the incredible bloodline sound transmission technique is over.

At this moment, a shrill roar suddenly sounded from the sky above the entire Divine Kingdom. This voice seemed to penetrate directly into the soul, resounding throughout this vast country.

"what!!!"

"Damn human race! Damn bald man!"

Accompanied by a curse of deep hatred, countless deep and incomparable soul breaths emerged from the gray clouds in the high altitude of the entire Void Refining Kingdom.

The whole heaven and earth of the kingdom of God rolled up, and the white halo gathered towards the gray clouds in the sky, and the majestic force of vitality filled the world.

Chen Yang and the others had the highest cultivation level at the middle stage of Nascent Soul. At this time, they felt that the whole sky was about to collapse. slumped to the ground,

"Boom..."

In the clouds high in the sky, there was a dull sound of thunder again. With the gathering of the vitality of the world, gray-blue rays of light appeared in the clouds. These rays of light were like small flexible snakes, surging towards the center of the kingdom of God. go.

And those thick gray clouds also shrank away with these energies, revealing the sky above them.

Behind the clouds, there is a gray-blue sky full of starlight. The originally bright gray-white sky became darker as the clouds disappeared, and the sky was covered with a starry sky at night.

Chen Yang and all the sword cultivators looked towards the center of the kingdom of God, and without the cover of the clouds, they could see a huge gray figure sitting high in the sky.

However, this body is a bit blurry, but it gradually becomes stable as a lot of gray-blue light and clouds converge on it.

Chen Yang's eyes were red, and there was an undisguised hatred in it, as did the rest of the sword cultivators.

"The old guy is hurt!"

"He's calling Spirit King Buddha. Could it be that the senior just now is Senior Spirit King Buddha?"

"Senior Spirit King Buddha still has residual consciousness, help us liberate?"

"It must be Senior Spirit King Buddha."

"Although senior is dead, he is in the realm of refining before his death, and his remaining will is still fighting with the old guy!"

"It was his old man who helped us!"

Chen Yang listened to his classmate's words, supported his sword treasure, and stood up again. His eyes flashed with determination: "Senior Spirit King Buddha, help us to break free from the shackles of Soul Binding Technique. This is a chance for liberation."

While speaking, he moved the sword tactic with his right hand, and the sword treasure in his left hand turned into a stream of light, turned upside down in the sky, and landed on the top of his head. The sharp sword tip of the sword treasure was facing his head.

"Damn Star Soul Clan, never think of enslaving our human monks again!"

"Everyone, the chance for liberation has come. Our human race would rather be destroyed by souls than by alien enslavement!"

No one around Jianxiu showed any hesitation. They moved the sword art almost at the same time and sacrificed their swords.

For the imprisoned human race, the kingdom of the Star Soul Clan is a place more terrifying than death.

After being hit by the soul binding technique, any thoughts of suicide disappeared, and they could only wait in desperation for extreme emotions to ferment, and then become the soul nourishment of the Star Soul Clan, unable to survive or die.

The reason why these more than 300 Sword Sect disciples have been able to persist until now is that they want to break through the transfiguration of the same door, and the will of the transfiguration can temporarily break away from the shackles of the soul binding technique, so as to use that short time to help everyone commit suicide.

At this time, with the help of the seniors of the human race, they broke away from the Soul Binding Technique. Although the Star Soul Clan Lianxu seemed to be injured, as long as the other party came back to his senses, the Soul Binding Technique would be planted again.

"Although the human race dies, the spirit will live forever!"

"The spirit lives on!"

The eyes of these sword cultivators flickered with determination. Following the activation of their sword art, dense sword treasures were suspended in the sky, and the tips of the swords were all aimed at their heads.

"Boom..."

But at this moment, the gray-blue sky in the sky suddenly vibrated, and a violent roar sounded as if it was coming from a high altitude in the distance. These swordsmen subconsciously raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

I saw a bright golden streamer suddenly falling from the center of the gray-blue sky.

It was as if a golden meteor had passed through the night sky. The speed of this meteor was extremely terrifying. As soon as everyone saw it, it fell down the next moment and directly hit the center of the kingdom of God, the body that was gathering energy.

"Boom..."

The next moment, a deafening roar came from a distant place, and the ground of the entire Divine Kingdom trembled violently.

The gradually condensed body of the Star Soul Clan Lianxu became blurred again, and the rich heaven and earth vitality that gathered towards this hundred-zhang body seemed to be affected by some kind of influence at this time, and a small part was stripped out.

These stripped out heaven and earth vitality quickly condensed in front of the Void Refining old monster. These milky white vitality kept gathering and gradually turned into golden color.

The golden vitality was twisted and turned into a golden phantom of about ten feet in the blink of an eye.

This is the golden phantom of a human race man, with a square face, short hair, a burly body, and an indifferent expression.

"This is……"

All the Jianxiu forgot what they were going to do for a while, and all stared at this scene blankly.

"The Dharma of Yuanshen!"

Chen Yang's body trembled, his expression was extremely excited, and there was even a crystal mist in his eyes.

"That is the primordial spirit of the human race! Our human race still has the ancestors of Lianxu alive!"

"Senior brothers, our human race has not perished!"

"We still have hope!"

"Ancestor Lianxu..."

"It's really the ancestor of refining virtual!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Seeing this scene, more than 300 sword cultivators, whether they were the Nascent Soul cultivator who was a few hundred years old or the young immortal cultivator who was a few decades old, all burst into tears, and the suppressed emotions in their souls suddenly vented...

They all know that the primordial spirit is a sign of entering the void. Whether it is an alien race or a human race, as long as it enters the void refining period, it will condense the will and form composed of vitality. Some will be artifacts, some will be heaven and earth spirits, and some will It is its own appearance.

The golden dharma that is about ten feet high in front of him is the appearance of a standard human race man, and it is obviously a human race cultivator.

"Bah..."

At the same time, in the center of the gray-blue sky high in the sky, a gap slowly appeared in the position where the golden meteor flew out.

Outside this Divine Kingdom sky, the early morning sun seems to have just risen, and a golden ray of morning light shines through the gap in the gray sky.

Under the light of this ray of morning light, Chen Yang's mood suddenly calmed down, and the spirit in his body seemed to have undergone some kind of change, and his expression was full of vigor.

There was also a golden-yellow ray of light like the morning sun, which contained a vigorous and positive will that spread out in all directions.

The disciples of sword cultivators who were affected felt that they had returned to the time when they had just stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, when they were full of vigor and vitality.

In the dark and dead future, there seems to be hope...