Chapter 819 Rebirth

When Taoist Yuanshi woke up from the darkness again, it was already light... "We won after all!"

Looking at the fireball in the sky that splashes warm sunshine on the earth, even the most hard-hearted people can't help but smile sincerely.

They fought hard against Mo Yang for hundreds of years, from being completely suppressed, to fighting against each other, to gaining the upper hand, and finally completely destroying it in this world.

Hundreds of comrades died on the front line of fighting against the demons. The dead accounted for 60% of the true immortals in the entire Daochen Realm, and all the surviving immortals were injured.

Those with mild injuries may need to stay in seclusion for hundreds of years, while those with serious injuries may have to fall into a long-term sleep before they have a chance to recover.

But no matter what, they still won, even though the price was a bit heavy. Daochen Immortal World may have to rest for thousands of years before it can return to the way it was before the war.

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However, the excitement brought by the victory was short-lived. Soon they remembered that the Daodexian Sect, Shengchen Sect, and Wandu Sect had deep hatred, but they had to join forces because they wanted to fight against Mo Yang.

Now that the demon sun has been eliminated, the contradictions that had been temporarily covered up began to gradually surface again, and everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

"Two fellow Taoists, I propose that for the next three hundred years, the existences above the three sects transcending tribulations cease the war." Taoist Chen, who faced Mo Yang for almost the entire process and was the most severely injured, took the initiative to propose a high-level truce agreement.

In this battle, high-level officials from all sides suffered heavy casualties, but it was the middle- and low-level disciples who were not even qualified to be cannon fodder. Except for a few who were infected by the devil and turned into monsters, most of the others survived.

"Can."

"I agree."

Although Taoist Yuanshi and Isis were not as seriously injured as Taoist Chen, their injuries would not recover for eighteen hundred years. Even if they provoked a war to kill their opponents at this time, they would only add to their own injuries and completely ruin their lives. way.

The Taoist Immortal Sect of Taoist Yuanshi, the Shengchen Sect of Taoist Chen, and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect of Isis, the Mother of All Insects, are all super sects that have been passed down in the Daochen world for tens of thousands of years, and the subordinate sects below that covet their status are not the same. Young man, if you force yourself to fight with injuries, you may end up benefiting others.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is above, my Shengchenmen."

"I am the Moral Immortal Sect."

"I am the Ten Thousand Poison Sect."

"I hereby swear an oath."

"The monks of the three religions who have transcended the tribulation have ceased war for three hundred years."

"..."

"If there is a breach of contract, heaven will punish you!"

The three of them talked a lot about each other, almost filling in all the loopholes they could think of.

After the oath was fulfilled, a series of imprints fell on the true immortals of these three sects.

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厺厽 奇书网 suyingwang.net 厺厽. "Fellow Taoists, these Zixuan elixirs are our thank you gifts." The three of them each took out a handful of crystal clear elixirs from their sleeves and gave one to everyone who was still alive.

"I don't dare to take it seriously."

"..."

Everyone said a lot of polite words, but the movements of their hands did not stop at all, and they all put away the Zixuan elixir in front of them.

This great medicine is the hard currency of the true immortal class in Daochen Realm, and can be used in daily practice, weapon refining, and combat.

It is not easy to collect the Zixuan spirit machine to refine the Zixuan medicine. The discovery depends entirely on luck.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun..."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun..."

Taoist Chen, who was the most severely injured, clasped his hands together, whispered a Taoist slogan at the bottom of his tongue, and then left gracefully.

Others also responded with the same Dao sign, each turning into a stream of light and disappearing silently into the horizon.

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"Where...is this?" In a ruined temple, a dizzy young man with wounds all over his body slowly opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of a sneaky big man who came up to try to "pick up the corpse" .

"Ghost!" The bearded man was frightened by the young man who was "pretending to be a corpse" and jumped a few steps away, knocking down some tables and chairs.

"boom!"

The earthenware bowl filled with water on the table also fell to the ground.

"What's the fuss about?!"

After a while, several soldiers who looked like soldiers walked in swaggering around an old man in the middle.

"It's okay, I just turned over a table and sprinkled some water."

When the old man saw the water spilled all over the floor, he seemed to have already guessed what happened.

Qishu.com. "These untouchables are really half-dead and have no hope of survival. Why don't you help the table up quickly?" the leading soldier pointed at one of the big men and said.

"Yes, yes, military master." The bearded man, who was just about to get over his shock, hurriedly cleaned up the scene while laughing along with him.

As for the damn thing, I didn't dare to mention it even more.

Just now he saw the seriously injured and unconscious young man with a small jade pendant hanging around his neck, so he was greedy and wanted to take it for himself, but he didn't expect that the other person woke up just when he was about to do it. , which shocked him who had a guilty conscience.

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"Ah Qi, this one, this one, and these two, give them a ride." The old man glanced around the ruined temple, pointed at the most seriously injured people and said.

"Yes, sir." Behind the old man, the young man who looked like a guard was ordered to draw his sword, and each of them ended their painful moans easily and neatly with one sword.

The old man and the young man no longer paid attention to the situation in the ruined temple and turned around to leave. As for the weak young man who caused the chaos in the first place, they didn't even look at it.

"Those who can still move, crawl out and eat your food. After eating within a quarter of an hour, leave the camp and leave. Those who can't move, wait for death." The military leader said this in the ruined temple that was temporarily used as a camp for wounded soldiers. He said a harsh word and then left.

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"Is that still a human being... He was so seriously injured, and besides walking a little slower, he could still eat like a normal person?" The bearded man recalled what he had seen before, and there were clearly several fatal injuries on his body. juvenile.

"I'm Bai Mo?" The young man sorted out the countless memories in his mind while eating rice.

After waking up from the coma, countless memories appeared in the young man's mind.

In his previous life, he was the supreme Taoist Mo Yang in the Daochen world.

When trying to step out of the realm of heaven, because he accidentally exposed his nature as a time traveler, he was not tolerated by this world. Countless enemies in the past all turned into human beings and attacked.

Although with his peerless strength, he killed them head after head and managed to avert the calamity, in the end, due to the accumulated injuries, he had to use a wisp of his soul to break open the space and seize his body to be reborn.

This young man who died in the rebel army just became the target of his remaining soul.

"Now is the 270th year of the Qian Dynasty. Floods and droughts have swept across many states. The victims have been displaced and turned into refugees. Many refugees have been incorporated by various rebel armies and attacked the states and counties.

My predecessor was originally the son of a wealthy family in Chu'an City, Taizhou. However, Chu'an City was destroyed by the rebels and the whole family was lost in the war..." Bai Mo, who had recovered part of his memory, began to sort out the memory of his predecessor.