Five Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Five Chapters??? Migration

This is regarded as sending Bai Yi to the frontier.

Just after suppressing the rebellion of the Four Great Secret Realms, Zhenling slaughtered the donkey.

This made those elders take a deep breath, so heartless, and frantically suppressing the old forces, it seems that Zhenling is determined to purge the internal forces of Qishen Temple.

They are all human beings and understand the true spirit's intentions.

This time is also their chance. With the decline of the old forces, they took the opportunity to rise.

Back to the top!

"Okay, the matter is settled like this, you are all busy people, I will not leave you here, go and do your own work, the trial of the primordial world will end as soon as possible, the real cultivation is the four secret realms, not the primordial realm. Xing, as for the Yanxian in the outer world, I think it will stay in the Xuanwu Temple first, cultivated by Xuanyi himself, and then transfer to the primitive world after arriving at Dayanxian."

Zhenling's voice was calm, and just one sentence sent them away.

For these stubborn puppets, Zhenling despised them from the bottom of his heart.

Even if he has seven orifices and an exquisite heart, and his mind is far beyond that of a normal person, he is not a human being, after all, he is just a puppet.

After several hall masters withdrew, Zhenling turned to face the elders, revealing a kind smile.

"Everyone, you all deserve credit for the successful completion of the Qishen Temple. I will now fulfill the promise I made back then. I will restore my identity and enter the Palace of Elders, and I can go to the realm of the Four Secret Realms. There are my people there."

Zhenling's voice paused for a while, and then continued: "After the identity is restored, it will be rewarded according to the merits. Don't worry, everything you have done will not be forgotten by the Qishen Temple."

A group of elders bowed to thank them in a serious manner, and then their figures gradually disappeared.

They are weak now, and they can't come and go freely. It is the true spirit that transports them to the four secret realms.

After all these people left, Zhenling's expression became solemn.

Xuan Yi, the master of the Xuanwu Temple who had left, reappeared in the Sea of ​​Origin.

Zhenling was not surprised to see the person coming, but said politely: "Xuanyi, that senior, in the end, left it for you, now you can do it!"

"Master Zhenling, don't worry!"

The two figures flickered and appeared in the most central part of the Sea of ​​Origin, where there was an emerald green palace.

After entering the palace, the two sat opposite each other, and a teapot appeared out of thin air on the jade table in front of them.

After Zhenling poured a cup of tea for Xuan Yi himself, he poured another cup for himself.

"It's okay now!"

After Xuan Yi looked around, he was still a little worried: "This matter has too much to do with it."

"Relax, there is time and space in this temple, and it is independent of time and space. It is one of the most powerful treasures in the Qi Temple. You can rest assured." Zhenling said in a serious voice.

After taking a slow sip of the tea, Xuan nodded, and finally opened his mouth to reveal the secret matter.

After the real spirit heard it, the flesh was vacant, and his eyes were dull.

Xuan Yi also shook his head silently.

Like the other three hall masters, he was originally a puppet refined by Qishen. Although he was given a seven orifices exquisite heart, he knew that he was not a cultivator at all.

What Qishen gave him was just a heart with seven orifices, while that senior gave him a complete life.

The divine body, the source, and the physical body are the keys to practice.

Real people are not what these can represent, feelings, wisdom, and thinking.

"I see, can you still contact that senior now?" Zhenling then asked.

Xuan Yi shook his head and made his own guess.

"That senior is probably not a practitioner today, but a powerhouse who will control time and space in the future. He traveled through the long river of time, came to the primordial universe, entered the Qishen Temple, and there is also his breath in the outside world."

"Future!" Rao is a true spirit who is well-informed and has inherited most of Qishen's memories, but he still feels incredible.

The powerhouse who masters time and space can travel through time and achieve true immortality.

Such a strong man, why did he come back to this long river of time that was drying up?

Zhenling was a little puzzled, and he chose to come here at this time. He didn't even have a master of the universe. What was the purpose of coming here?

There are so many rivers in the starry sky, but I come here.

And also led the Qishen Temple to this place.

What is all this for?

"Do you know the name of that senior?"

Xuan Yi shook his head, but thought of one thing, and said, "That senior seems to be hiding himself, he used my name in the outside world."

"Travelling through time, it seems that there are still scruples. Even if you master time and space, you must not change things in this era." Zhenling guessed.

Such means are too unimaginable, and he is only guessing.

"Master Zhenling, let's solve the problem at hand! Since the senior is willing to remind, it means that some things can be changed in the future, and we can't sit still."

Xuan Yi frowned, that incident would indeed affect the overall situation, and even make the Qishen Temple completely collapse.

"Move first!" Zhenling sighed.

His migration is not as simple as leaving the original universe, but leaving this long river of time and space.

Go to drift in the chaotic and unknown time and space turbulence, and go to other time and space rivers.

Xuan Yi's eyes changed, and he blurted out "Move!"

"right!"

"We have no choice but to migrate first. If what the senior said is true, we must migrate. Back then, the fall of the body could not be changed. Now that the catastrophe is coming, we can escape first if we can't change it!"

After Zhenling paid attention, his eyes became firm.

Both fell silent and drank tea silently.

Because of that incident, he was not allowed to pull out those wastes and build the Palace of Elders.

All of this is to prepare for other time and space rivers after the migration.

Qishen Temple is a moving treasure house, how can you keep this family business if you don't have any strong men.

In the face of that incident, the trial seemed a little pale.

Primitive world.

Qiu Huangcheng!

Huiqing's side was the first to end, then Wanxing.

The other two city walls are still struggling to resist. The strength of Blood Moon and Daojun Lengshuang has increased a lot, and the two can barely compete with each other. Defending the city wall is not a problem.

Jian Wushuang is in jeopardy here.

With the Absolute Immortal Formation, plus the 20,000 remaining Dayan Immortals, facing the nearly 3 million Devouring Demon Lords, it is still unable to fully defend.

The majestic Jian Wushuang, while entangled in the Devouring Demon Lord who is constantly rushing into the barrier, has to stop the remaining five million Devouring Demon Lords.

Yes, he alone resisted the Devouring Demon Lord on the entire battlefield.

"tear!"

This person is simply a waste, he really doesn't understand, a Taoist strong man, how can he be so useless, can't share at all, like a headless fly, bumping around everywhere.

The sword formation and magical powers consumed him a lot, but the speed of strangulation was slower than at the beginning.

"Looks like I have to do that!"