When Taoist Yuanshi woke up from the darkness again, the sky had already dawned.
"We finally won!"
Looking at the fireball in the sky pouring warm sunshine on the earth, even the most hard-hearted person can't help showing a sincere smile.
They have struggled with the magic sun for hundreds of years, from being completely suppressed, to fighting against each other, to gaining the upper hand, and finally completely destroying it in the present 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 immortals who survived were injured.
The light ones need to retreat for a hundred years, and the seriously injured may have to fall into a long-term deep sleep before they have a chance to recover.
But no matter what, they still won. Although the price was a bit heavy, Daochen Immortal Realm may have to recuperate for thousands of years before it can return to the way it was before the war.
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However, the excitement brought about by the victory was short-lived, and they soon remembered that the Taoist Immortal Sect, the Shengchen Sect, and the Wandu Sect originally had a deep hatred, and they had to join forces only because they wanted to fight against Mo Yang.
Now that the magic sun has been eliminated, the contradictions that were temporarily covered up before gradually surfaced again, and everyone couldn't help but look at each other.
"Two fellow daoists, I propose that for the next three hundred years, the existence above the three tribulations should cease fighting." Daoist Chen, who was the most severely injured and faced Mo Yang almost the entire time, offered to propose a high-level truce agreement.
In this battle, the high-ranking officials of all parties suffered heavy casualties, but the low- and middle-ranking disciples, because they were not even qualified to be cannon fodder, except for a few who were turned into monsters by demons, most of the rest survived.
"Can."
"I agree."
Although Taoist Yuanshi and Isis were not as badly injured as Taoist Chen, the injuries on their bodies would not recover for a thousand or eight hundred years. Even if they provoked a war to kill their opponents at this time, it would only add to their own injuries and ruin Taoism completely. way.
Daoist Xianzong of Yuanshi Taoist, Shengchenmen of Taoist Chen, and Ten Thousand Poison Sect of Isis, the mother of all worms, are all super sects that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years in the Daochen Realm, and the secondary sects that covet their status are not At least, if you force them to fight with injuries, you may end up letting others benefit from it.
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is above, my Shengchen Gate."
"I am the Taoist Immortal Sect."
"I teach all kinds of poison."
"Swear here."
"The monks of the three religions have ceased fighting for three hundred years."
"..."
"If you break the contract, you will be punished immediately!"
The three of you made a big deal one sentence at a time, and almost filled all the loopholes that could be imagined.
Once the oath was fulfilled, a series of imprints in the dark fell on the true immortals of the three sects.
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"Fellow daoists, these Zixuan great medicines are my thank you." The three of them each took out a handful of crystal clear pills from their sleeves, and distributed one to everyone who was still alive.
"Don't dare to act, dare not act."
"..."
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 medicine in front of them.
This great medicine is the hard currency of the true immortal class in the Daochen Realm, and it can be used in daily practice, refining weapons, and fighting.
It is not easy to collect the Zixuan spiritual machine that refines the Zixuan great medicine, and it is all based on luck.
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun..."
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun..."
Taoist Chen, who was the most injured, clasped his hands together, uttered a Taoist name from the bottom of his tongue, and then left lightly.
The others also responded with the same Dao name, each of them turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the sky without a sound.
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"Where is this...?" In a dilapidated temple, a drowsy young man with injuries all over his body slowly opened his eyes, and looked at a big man who was sneaking up and trying to "pick up the corpse".
"Damn it!" The bearded man was startled by the young man who "tricked the corpse", he jumped a few steps away, knocking down some tables and chairs.
"boom!"
The clay bowl containing water on the table fell to the ground.
"What's the noise?!"
After a while, several military men who looked like soldiers walked in swaggeringly, surrounded by an old man in the middle.
"It's okay, just turned over a table and sprinkled some water."
Seeing the water spilled all over the ground, the old man seemed to have made a good guess about what happened.
"These untouchables are really half-dead and restless. You, why don't you quickly lift up the table?" The leading soldier pointed to one of the big men and said.
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"Yes, yes, Lord Jun." The bearded man, who was initially in shock, hurriedly tidied up the scene while laughing with him.
As for the damn thing, he didn't dare to mention a word more.
Just now when he saw the seriously injured and comatose teenager with a small jade pendant hanging around his neck, he became greedy for a moment and wanted to keep it for himself, but he didn't expect that the other party woke up just when he was about to do it. , He was taken aback by the guilty conscience.
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"Ah Qi, this one, this one, and these two, let's give them a ride." The old man scanned the ruined temple and pointed to the most seriously injured people with his fingers.
"Yes, sir." Behind the old man, the guard-looking young man had to draw his sword, and each of them easily ended their painful groans with one sword.
The old and the young didn't pay any attention to the situation in the ruined temple, and turned to leave. As for the weak young man who caused the disturbance in the first place, they didn't even look at it.
"Those who can still move, climb out to eat your food, and get up and leave within a quarter of an hour. Those who can't move, wait to die." A harsh word, and then left.
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"Is that still a human... With such a serious injury, besides walking a little slower, he can still eat like a normal person?" The bearded man recalled the boy he had seen before, who clearly had several fatal wounds on his body. .
"I'm Bai Mo?" The young man sorted out the countless memories in his mind while cooking.
After waking up from the coma, countless memories filled the boy's mind.
In his previous life, he was Daoist Demon Yang who was aloof in the Daochen Realm.
When trying to step out of the Dao of Heaven, because I accidentally exposed my essence as a time traveler, which was not tolerated by this world, countless enemies from the past all turned into robbers and attacked.
Although with peerless strength, they were killed to the point that their heads were rolling, and they were forced to retreat, but in the end, because of the accumulated injuries, they had to use a ray of remnant soul to break through the space and rebirth.
This young man who died in the chaos happened to be the target of the remnant soul.
"Now is the 270th year of the Daqian Dynasty. Floods and droughts swept across many states. The victims were displaced and turned into refugees. Many refugees were recruited by various insurgents and attacked the states and counties.
My predecessor was originally the son of a small wealthy family in Chu'an City, Taizhou, but Chu'an City was destroyed by rebels, and the whole family was lost in the chaos of war..." Bai Mo, who had recovered part of his memory, began to sort out the memory of his predecessor.