"The Chang Kingdom has been defeated, and the people have not forgotten their hometown. When you go to the mortal world, you will meet someone who wants you to lead them and resist Jing Kingdom. You must light up your eyes and look carefully. See if they need uprisings, and see if they really need you. Don't be used by others, and never be king or emperor."

"Remember your identity, you are an immortal, not a secular person!"

After saying that, Wen Ling waved his robe sleeves.

The clouds gathered at his feet.

"A disciple, can't you come up?"

Wen Ling said to Pinghe.

Pinghe then realized that the master was going to send him back in person, so he hurriedly stepped onto the clouds.

As the touch is, the clouds are soft, like cotton, but they hold people firmly.

Wen Ling said, "Navigation, destination setting: Human, Jianchang City."

Cloud: "Automatic navigation starts, distance from destination..."

After saying this, the cloud began to move.

The two stood on the clouds, and the clouds were almost pulled into a phantom.

The wind was very strong, and at first it was calm and he was light and almost fell from the clouds.

Thanks to Wen Ling holding him with his hands and lowering Yun's speed.

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

The whole city of Jianchang City is in full swing.

They had also heard of the immortals coming to Mobei City before. Now, they actually saw the immortals coming to the world again after almost half a year. How could they not be so excited?

Pinghe looked down from the clouds and saw heads poking out from the houses, and the streets were densely filled with people.

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

Those people looked up at the sky, with a look of horror on their faces, and a hint of fear.

In front of everyone, Wen Ling ordered Pinghe to jump off.

Pinghe looked at the ground below and felt uneasy.

But he was considered an immortal cultivator at least, so he immediately used up his spiritual energy and leaped downwards.

The spiritual energy in the body naturally flowed endlessly, and the peaceful body floated down from the clouds like a feather and fell into the city.

The Taoist robe was swaying in the wind, floating with fairy spirit.

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

Pinghe bowed slightly towards the direction of the former palace.

"I am the disciple of the True Lord of the Inspiration in the Immortal World, and the immortal cultivator is peaceful."

Pinghe said loudly.

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

Wen Ling nodded slightly on the clouds.

He left in the clouds.

...

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

For safety reasons, he had moved the balancer into the rose garden.

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

Standing in the garden, Huang Si quickly swept the nineteen family members.

As he asked, one of them hurriedly said:

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

"Hmm? Let's take a look."

Huang Si wanted to collect some indigenous people as his relatives in the spiritual world.

But it is useless for ordinary people to ask for it. If you want it, you can recruit practitioners.

He then asked the family members to carefully look for practitioners who needed resurrection or treatment.

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

There are ways to preserve souls in this world, because it is said that immortals can bring their souls to reincarnate, or let them directly change their practice methods.

Therefore, if a relative or friend dies, the practitioners here will try their best to save the other person's soul and then find a way to seek help.

However, there are too few ways to preserve the soul for a long time.

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

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

The market prospects are broad.

The wasteland is a huge circle outside the Lost Temple.

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

This young man looked embarrassed and haggard, and was as thin as a cultivator. He seemed to have experienced serious torture.

He was wearing the war uniform of a practitioner, with a long sword tied to his waist, but there was a wooden coffin beside him.

The coffin was made of wood, with all corners without damage and inlaid with patterns. There was also a transparent material like glass embedded on the front board.

There was a person lying in the coffin, or rather a corpse, but perhaps because of the protective effect of the coffin, the man had long died, but his appearance was lifelike.

The young man not only knelt on the ground, put his hands on the ground in front of him, but also kept muttering in his mouth.

"Please help the powerful temple to save Yingying."

"Please let Yingying live..."

Huang Si pierced a hole in the protective cover, pinched a prosthetic body, and instantly descended in front of the young man.

After all, the young man was also a monk in the Dan-raising stage. After all, he woke up immediately.

Before he could look up, he felt a wave of heat coming.

The sharp and black giant claws fell heavily on the ground, splashing dust in the sky. The cracked skin like volcanic rocks was filled with dark red flames. One claw occupied the entire field of view of the young man.

As amazing heat swept over, the young man had to keep retreating with the coffin.

His gaze looked upwards, and a terrifying scene came into his eyes.

The cracks were exposed, the belly of the fiery red magma dripped, the neck with sharp and long thorns like fish fins, the metal black chin like an anvil, the dense fangs intertwined up and down, like a goat or a devil's several black horns, blood-red, and eyes with strange red light...

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

"My name is the Wings of Death."

"The destruction of the destiny of heaven."

"The Terminator of All Things."

“Unstoppable…”

“Not to be disobedient…”

Huang Si stared at the tiny practitioner under his huge body, and slowly spoke out his last line in the tone of the Wings of Death:

"I! That's the catastrophe!"

Below, the young man almost rolled and crawled.

He had never seen such a huge monster. Even as a third-level practitioner, he was instinctively scared to escape.

"Are you a practitioner? Wake me up, is there anything?"

Huang Si spoke in the voice of Death Wings, his voice rumbling.

He just didn't want people in this world to figure out his identity, so he formed the image of the black dragon Nasario in World of Warcraft. The result was unusually good, and he deserved to be the final boss of the Dragon Soul.

It’s great to scare people from another world who have never seen the world with the modeling of World of Warcraft!

In the future, you can fix the image of the Temple Master = Death Wings.

If necessary, you can also use other images, such as Ragnaros, the King of the Flame Demon, or a Starlight Dragon with an ancient style, or an invincible... Oh no, it is Lich King Arthas.

After trying the Ice Crown Fortress dozens of times, I couldn’t find it invincible, and I almost remembered the name of the boss incorrectly.

After hearing Huang Si's question, the young man finally calmed down.
Chapter completed!