Chapter 1862 Chapter 126 The Return of the Beloved

Jiang Wang released all his memories about Rao Bingzhang with his immortal thoughts, knowing that this would certainly cause Jiang Mengxiong to be furious.

A wise man would not raise an army in anger.

But what qualifications did he have to not let Jiang Mengxiong know about Rao Bingzhang's struggle in the demon world for thirteen years?

What reason did he have to let Rao Bingzhang's pain be silent between heaven and earth?

Thirteen years ago, Jiang Mengxiong came to the demon world and only brought back a Shaohua gun.

Thirteen years later, he learned that Rao Bingzhang had been tortured in the demon world for thirteen years. Suffering until death, thinking twice before death.

Perhaps it was too touching that a cultivator in the realm of God could escape from the heart of the demon clan after wandering alone for nearly half a year.

Or perhaps the opening of the world of Shenxiao did open the shackles of the demon clan and touched the nerves of the human race.

At such a moment, the human and demon races continued to increase their stakes. The Heavenly Demon Lord continued to come, and one after another appeared on the stage.

Such as Chan Fayuan of Gu Nanshan and Ji Xingkong of Hei Lian Temple who had already retreated from the battle of Xingqiong.

Such as Wu Daoyou, the Northern Heavenly Master of Jing State, and Lü Yandu, the Great General of Jing State, who entered the battlefield urgently, plus Yu Wenguo, the True Lord of Mu State, who was already on duty to guard Sui Ming City...

But no matter what kind of top powerhouse, they can't cover up Jiang Mengxiong at this moment.

He clenched his fists in front of the Southern Sky City of the Demon Clan.

The pair of famous brass knuckles were worn on his hands.

When he clenched his fists, the sky and the earth were dark.

The entire Wunan battlefield was shrouded in his shadow. He was the unparalleled god of war, with black soldiers rolling thousands of miles, like dragons and tigers, like shaking the forest of weapons, like drums of millions of troops.

When he clenched his fists to kill the general, the gods and ghosts cried.

The souls of countless strong men howled under his brass knuckles!

Such a fist has killed the king of a country, the general of a pillar country, the demon of heaven, the emperor, and the demon of heaven!

Jiang Mengxiong's fist does not kill nameless people.

Fight from south to north, from east to west, from the present world to the heavens.

His fist is unique to heaven and earth, and his fist is the hell of endless suffering.

At this time, his expression can't be seen, and he is not even angry.

There is no Rao Bingzhang in the world.

There is no me in the world.

Everything does not exist, only fists.

Only fists!

Today, there are no more true lords than demons.

But Jiang Mengxiong took action first, alone, punching seven demons at the same time!

Except for the ape fairy court in golden armor and red cloak, who can be the one?

Large areas of space collapsed, the order of time and space was broken, all the laws were not allowed to exist, and the Yuanli within a radius of tens of thousands of miles was swept away! Jiang Mengxiong stopped talking, but his fists smashed the sky and cracked the earth, constantly booming a name.

"Tiger Tai Sui! Tiger Tai Sui!"

If you don't see blood today, you will not sleep well in this life!

You have to think twice.

How can your teacher not miss you... for thirteen years!

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On the side of the demon race, there are Shi Anxuan, Qi Guanying, Yuan Xianting, Lu Ximing, Xuannan Gong, Chan Fayuan, Ji Xingkong.

On the side of the human race, there are Jiang Mengxiong, Qin Changsheng, Zuo Xiao, Wu Daoyou, Lu Yandu, and Yuwen Guo.

A total of thirteen top warriors from the two races fought on the Wunan battlefield.

This may be a preview of the Shenxiao War.

At this time, the news of the opening of the Shenxiao world has been known to the top leaders of the human race.

The human race has to accept the fact that it needs to build a new line of defense. This is bound to affect the entire pattern of the present world and the situation of the human race against the worlds.

Today's battle may be regarded as a test of the demon race.

Such a terrifying war is no longer something that ordinary troops can intervene in.

Wen Ren Shen hurriedly withdrew his troops.

Even a powerful immortal like Ku Jue, who had just displayed his divine power, had to quickly run away with his beloved disciple.

Jiang Wangshang rested behind Lord Zuo, and his whole body was no longer tense. He was as loose as a young man riding a car to visit the flower street, watching the top fights leisurely.

Although he survived the disaster and was covered in blood, he still tied up his long hair with a hairband in an orderly manner. He slowly controlled the Ruyi Fairy Clothes and cleaned himself.

In the past five months, he fought and failed again and again, and fought again and again, tried again and again, despaired again and again, and moved forward again and again.

He didn't say it hurt, and he didn't say he stopped or let go when he was desperate.

He was on the verge of death countless times in the Shenxiao world, and he was as strong as a symbol called "strong" rather than a specific person. It seems that he doesn't know pain, suffering, or giving up, as if he can bear everything!

But how can a person bear everything?

He is just a young man of 22 years old.

It was just because he was in the heart of the demon clan at that time, and knew that he had no one to rely on!

Until this moment...

The human race's true lords came one after another.

Senior Guan Yan, who was like a teacher and a friend, escorted him all the way.

Ku Jue, who treated him like a son or nephew, angrily chopped Que Mengchen.

The Great Qi Army, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, punched the sky demon.

Duke Huai, who treated him like a grandson, stopped in front of him.

He could finally relax and even think about dressing up a little.

Although... fatigue surged like a tide. The brain was dizzy in circles, every muscle in the body was asking for relaxation, every Dao Yuan was silent, and every bit of blood was too lazy to boil again.

Suddenly, the back of the neck was tightened.

The body was subconsciously alert, and the right hand instinctively grasped the sword, and then relaxed in front of the familiar breath.

Just like this, Ku Jue grabbed the back of the neck and evacuated all the way to Wu'an City.

The battle between the top broke out behind him.

Endless clouds spread across the world, and blazing flames rose into the sky.

Jiang Wang deliberately asked the yellow-faced old monk to adjust his posture. The majestic Marquis Qi Wu'an was being held up by his neck and led away, which was really not very decent. But the old monk's speed was extraordinary. Before he could speak, he had already entered the city and was thrown on a huge and soft bed.

Incense was lit on the stove, and there was a formation diagram above the head.

There is a faint fragrance, and the array patterns are glowing.

He poured a bowl of medicine into his mouth without thinking.

"Don't think about anything, just have a good sleep first." It was rare for the old monk Kujue to speak so gently, and his voice contained the power of concentration and nourishment.

This process was so comfortable that Jiang Wang's consciousness became hazy.

But before he fell asleep, he was suddenly startled by something. He reluctantly raised his left hand, letting Ku Jie see the copper bell tied on his wrist: "Senior..."

Ku Jue's eyes suddenly lit up, he held the bronze bell in his hand, looked left and right, grinning to the back of his ears: "You kid... forget it when you come back, you still want to bring a gift to Master! This, how can I praise you as a teacher!"

"This thing..."

"I like it, my teacher likes it very much!"

Jiang Wang reluctantly said: "This thing from Mount Sumeru, generations of Zen masters have sacrificed their lives to return it, and I have relied on it to survive... If you are kind enough, please send it back to Mount Sumeru, so that it can return to its original owner, and also comfort Zen Master Xingnian's soul in heaven."

"What is something from Mount Sumeru! What does it have to do with Mount Sumeru!" Kujue jumped to his feet anxiously: "This thing in your hand belongs to your master! You stupid-"

His high voice fell instantly.

Because Jiang Wang, who was lying on the bed, had closed his eyes and fell into an extremely deep sleep.

I have been living in the hinterland of the demon clan for nearly half a year, and I haven’t dared to sleep a single breath!

The yellow-faced old monk beside the bed sighed: "Good boy!"

Before Jiang Wang fell asleep, he handed the Zhiwen Bell to Ku Jue. Of course, he let the most trusted person keep the most precious thing.

But he still remembers that Ku Jue repeatedly told him that he would take him as a peerless disciple and go to Mount Xumi to show off his power.

He Kujue took the bell and sent it back to Mount Sumeru. What bald donkey would dare not to show respect to him?

Before, he was just walking sideways in the Xuankong Temple, so why not roll around on Mount Sumeru?

Jiang Wang always said that there was nothing he could do to repay him, but he wanted to repay him with the most precious Buddhist fate in the world!

Good boy, good boy...

If it weren't for the heavy weight on his shoulders and the deep color of his blood, he should be a glass Buddha with a pure heart!

"Great kindness is like enmity. How can I, the future leader of the Hanging Temple, let the bald donkey of Mount Xumi owe me so much?" Ku Jue shook his head, tied the small copper bell back to Jiang Wang's wrist, and looked after himself. He said sincerely: "As long as you owe me your apprenticeship."

He smoothed Jiang Wang's hair and said softly: "Master will make a list for you later and tell you what good things there are in Mount Xumi. You choose according to the list, so don't suffer a loss."

He laughed happily again: "Yongde, Yongde, keep your head down when you see me from now on! If you have a good apprenticeship, you don't have to worry about seniority!"

He sat silently by the bed for a while and looked at Jiang Wang silently for a while.

He thought for a while, took off the Zhiwen Bell, put it away for his disciple first, then stood up and said: "Come in."

A nun in green clothes pushed the door open and entered at this moment.

The loose monk's robes cannot hide the stunning figure, and the flowing brows and eyes are naturally full of admiration.

She walked into the inner room with a worried look on her face, and politely bowed to Ku Jie: "Master."

Ku Jue's old face stretched unconsciously and smiled, but immediately put away his smile and became solemn and serious. He looked like an elder and said seriously: "You can sit with me for a while, but you are not allowed to move your hands or feet."

Yuzhen obediently lowered his eyes and said, "Master, I am not that kind of person."

Kujue then threw off his monk's robe and walked out of the house gracefully, leaving only a majestic figure behind them.

How long has he been looking for an apprentice in the demon world? This little nun from Xiyue Temple has been chanting sutras in Wu'an City for how long.

Since ancient times, apprentices have followed their masters. It is difficult to cut off the mortal bond, but they are very charming.

But no matter what the fate is, whether there is a future or not, they should still be given a moment to get along with each other.

For nothing else.

Just for the New Year of the year 3922 in the Tao calendar, they are all here, as one person.

A good man returns home.

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The sky monument is snowy and the wind is strong.

In the cave, Zishu blinked his big eyes: "Senior Sister, what's wrong with Senior Brother Xu? It keeps shining!"

The high disciple of Qingya Academy, who had been sent home by the Winter Emperor earlier, was lying on his back on the ground, wrapped in a blanket, with colorful lights flowing all over his body, looking indescribably glitzy.

Zhao Wuyan was meditating next to him, took a look at him, and said, "Ten years of studying have embroidered gold thread and woven it into a brocade blouse. This is a reflection of his wish, and he has great fortune."

Zishu was speechless and said, "What kind of wish is this?"

Zhao Wuyan looked away and continued his practice: "Who knows?"

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Jiang Wang couldn't remember how long he slept. All I know is that it was a very deep sleep, and a very relaxing dream. After waking up, every part of my body felt uncomfortable.

When he opened his eyes dimly, he saw a large, densely packed face in front of him. All kinds of eyes, noses, and mouths are all crowded together.

"woke up!"

"He's awake!"

"This boy!"

He shrank back in shock and reached for the sword.

Only then did he suddenly realize who these familiar facial features belonged to.

But Wuyangyang's people were already pressing on him.

The strong popularity filled his breath.

Some held his hands tightly, some grabbed his face, some beat his chest, and some slapped his thighs.

Chong Xuansheng, Li Fengyao, Li Longchuan, Jiang Wuyou, Yan Fu, Zhao Rucheng, Zuo Guangshu...

The room was packed.

Only then did Jiang Wang truly feel what it meant to be "alive".

So fresh, so powerful, so full of vitality!

"Who pinched my butt!"

Jiang Wang shouted, and the people in front of the bed scattered like birds and beasts.

In an instant, they stood or sat, all dignified.

Of course, no one was willing to admit that they pinched the buttocks of Marquis Wu'an.

Lord Jiang's consciousness had not yet recovered, so he had to endure it and asked reluctantly: "How is it outside?"

In the answers of everyone, he realized that he had slept for a day and a night.

The news of his return from the heartland of the demon clan had not yet spread.

Those who rushed to the demon world now all learned the news at the moment when the Yuheng star shone. Either there is a True Lord in the family, or there is a channel to get the news of the True Lord.

And the Wunan battlefield has officially become a thing of the past.

The life-and-death fight between thirteen top masters directly turned the Wunan battlefield into a chaos.

At least for a hundred years, Nantian City and Wu'an City can only confront each other across the chaos, and there is no possibility of contact.

The demon Xuannan Gong was killed, and Shi Anxuan was seriously injured.

On the human side, Lu Yandu and Yuwen Guo were also injured. Among them, Jiang Mengxiong forcibly killed Xuannan Gong against the attacks of several heavenly demons and was the most seriously injured.

"Everyone! Everyone! Listen to me!"

The wealthy Bowang Hou shouted in front of the bed: "You have seen and touched, Jiang Qingyang is indeed intact. But he finally came back, shouldn't we let him rest for a while, and don't continue to disturb him?"

This is the words of the old man, and everyone walked out reluctantly.

Zhao Rucheng walked out of the door and suddenly became alert: "This makes sense, but why don't you leave?"

Zhong Xuansheng rolled up his sleeves and said as a matter of course: "Tonight we have to sleep with our feet touching each other so that I can take care of him nearby."

Zhao Rucheng was furious and squeezed back: "This is my third brother, why should he sleep with your feet touching each other!"

Zuo Guangshu also shouted anxiously: "He is my sworn brother, let's fight together!"

Bai Yuxia came out to smooth things over: "My marquis only has a pair of feet, how can he fight so many people? You may as well go back first, and wait until my marquis has rested, and then come to the door one by one!"

Pah!

Da Qi Wu'an Marquis smashed the teacup on the bedside: "Bai Yuxia, what the hell are you talking about! Why come to the door! What do you think of this marquis!"

Everyone laughed and dispersed, and the noisy room soon returned to silence.

Bai Yuxia saw everyone off, walked in, and quietly swept away the broken lamp, saying, "Miss Ye from Lingxiao Pavilion comes to Wu'an City every seven days. She left the day before you came back and missed you."

Marquis Wu'an didn't say anything, so he continued to chatter: "I think Miss Ye really cares about you, and she also takes good care of the brothers. Everyone in our guard team gave a piece of inner armor, a puppet, and three life-saving talismans..."

Seeing that Jiang Wang seemed to be asleep, he couldn't help but raise his voice: "Marquis?"

Jiang Wang closed his eyes slightly and said softly, "I know."

Bai Yuxia also pushed the door open and went out.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the candlelight crackling.

At this time, Jiang Wang suddenly thought of something, fumbled in the storage box, and took out a light blue roll of paper tied with a cloud line.

Touching the cloud line lightly, the roll of paper was spread out in front of him.

The beautiful handwriting on it appeared and disappeared line by line.

Once out of reach, now as if unable to appear again, anxiously huddled together -

Are you there?

Are you safe?

Are you cold?

Are you hungry?

What is the scenery of the demon world like?

Where have you been?

Don't worry. I will take good care of An An.

Don't worry. Everything is the same as before.

Don't worry. My old friend is well.

Don't worry, I have no thoughts either.

I would like to ask you for the Taoist art.

I have a small doubt about swordsmanship, I will ask for the solution in my spare time.

Don't worry. Don't worry...

This is the same-character note that Ye Qingyu gave me at the Yellow River Conference.

This is five months and seventeen days of dense and unending thoughts.