Time flows quietly.

No matter what, Jia Fuzi couldn't see anything abnormal about this Xue Yu. As the True Lord of Yangshen, he had many ways to judge the species attributes of a creature, but the fact is that he didn't see anything.

Things were left in vain, leaving a suspense, which is why the two Heavenly Eye monks could accurately judge that the rescue operation could be successful.

In the world of cultivation, there are many mysterious and inexplicable things that cannot be studied in depth, but I am afraid of finding out what I cannot bear.

Xue Yu did not come again. Decades later, the good man accidentally mentioned that she had left the front line and disappeared. This made many local monks obsessed with it, and there were all kinds of sayings. The most mainstream was that this beautiful female cultivator was tortured by the winged people during the days she was captured, and was broken by the Feng Ling Taoist body, facing reality speechlessly, and left the familiar environment.

There are all kinds of gossips, even in the realm of cultivation.

This Wingman invasion was not the worst defeat by Wingman, but it was the most peaceful time in the war. Except for the first attack that caused a large number of casualties between the two sides, the rest of the time was basically in a state of scattering, without attacking the mind, and without defense. Both sides were just following the instincts of hundreds of thousands of years, waiting for the day when the overlap between the two spaces disappeared.

There is no intensity, no passion, no cruel tug-of-war, no thrillingness; in fact, in the world of cultivation, this is the mainstream of war. As we fight, we feel boring and lose motivation, which is probably the case.

Not every beginning has different results, and following the steps is the norm.

Li Ji felt that there were still gains from this. It was not in the battle, but in other aspects. At least he knew that there was a place called Neijingtian, and that the inside of Tianye was not a solid piece; the upper structure of the cultivation world was a mystery to them, the lower world monks, and the veil could only be lifted layer by layer. He could not accept it even if he lifted it too much and could not understand it thoroughly.

There is a fact that Li Ji's cultivation career has begun to become ordinary and as dull as water. When a monk's strength is too strong for others, you are always filled with peace and love...

Under the pressure of strength, those who know or not always show their best and kindest side. They are like spring breeze to low-level juniors and disdain for resource inspiration. They want to help the old lady live in the universe. Unfortunately, they don’t have that many old lady…

Now, even a large-scale war between humans and Winged Man can no longer stimulate his tenacious nerves. He does not need to exert all his strength. He just needs to stay in the rear and practice calmly, so that Winged Man can lose his original attack rhythm because of fear...

What leaves these for them is not pride, but emptiness!

He also understood why Ge introduced him to such a place. I think Ge may be in his current state at the beginning? Losing his target and losing his opponent, he either passively or kills wildly, which is also a big hurdle for the strong.

They need to recalibrate their goals!

For Li Ji, it is difficult for him to concentrate on practicing certain skills for hundreds of years. He is a person who is not suitable for seclusion and cannot sit still. For example, now he practices divine and transforms into qi, and makes rapid progress when there is a threat of war outside, but if he is left to stay in a place like the sky, he will be quiet and without disturbance, but instead he will be slow.

He is a person who can't rest.

Since the 109th year of the overlap between the two parallel worlds, the overlapping space has gradually narrowed, and the human camp is immersed in joy. The monks in this universe, like their predecessors, have defended the bottom line of mankind and created a history: in the entire invasion, there was no second large-scale conflict except for the first large-scale battle.

Many monks think this is a manifestation of their strength. Although the facts are slightly different, no one knows that the level of secret war in the process is lower than that of the soul, and Jia Fuzi will not have his head rust to make such an explanation of self-destruction, but overall it is still good, and they are indeed the cornerstone.

But Li Ji believed that a race that understands strategic retreat is terrible. This time's retention indicates the next outbreak. But who will care about what will happen tens of thousands of years later? That is a trouble for future generations. Among the tens of thousands of major revisions here, how many of them can truly survive tens of thousands of years later?

Enjoy the present!

In the cheers of humans, the two left quietly, just like two ferocious hunting dogs who helped the chickens defeat the ducks. Can they still celebrate with the chickens?

There is only one person who is relatively familiar with them, standing in the starry sky, and whenever a good man thinks that he can never hear those nonsense and nonsense again, his heart is not relaxed, but a faint loss...

"Are you leaving like that? I don't even know your names!"

The bad guy smiled and said, "Musics are water poured into the palm of your hand. Whether you spread it open or hold it tightly, it will flow out of your fingers drop by drop."

The evil man pretended to be cool and said: "The wind blows the broken years like flowers, and your smiling face sways, becoming the most beautiful embellishment on my life. Look at the sky, look at the stars, look at the deep shadows of the seasons..."

The beloved smiled and said, "Speak with human words!"

The evil man waved his hand and his figure gradually faded in the starry sky. "If time goes back two thousand years, I will definitely ride a white dragon to marry you! You may not be a qualified monk, but you are a qualified woman... My name is Ge... Killer Ge!"

The bad guy walked up, hugged her gently, and then shook her the same way, "This is the etiquette of our place! It is for people close to you! Don't believe that old liar, not everyone riding the white dragon, is a prince, or a dragon lice!

I am Li Ji, and they all call me Crow!

Guagua…the kind that brings good luck…”

The good man felt his eyes a little wet. She was not a sentimental person. She cried several times when she stepped into the path of Tao. She was also a member of the family who had passed away when she was a low-level monk. These two people accompanied her through the years of war. Although sometimes they were noisy like two old crows, sometimes they were cold as if they were made of stones, what impressed her the most in this century was the indescribable and unexplainable sense of security.

This is something she has worked hard and never enjoyed in her life!

She was very grateful that on her path of cultivation, whenever there were dangerous periods, there were always noble people, and these two were her noble people, allowing her to pass through the most difficult moments smoothly; and also allowing her, who was always noble and old-fashioned, to appreciate the kind of style of a monk who is truly unrestrained from the world.

Not artificial, true temperament, and you will be free and carefree after you go away!
Chapter completed!