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

Looking at the fireball in the sky that was splashing warm sunshine on the earth, even the most heartless person could not help but smile from the bottom of his heart.

They fought Mo Yang for hundreds of years, from being completely suppressed, to competing for the sake of justice, to being dominant, and finally completely destroying it in the present world.

Hundreds of fellow practitioners died on the front line of anti-demonic resistance. The dead accounted for 60% of the true immortals in the entire Daochen Realm, and all the immortals who survived were injured.

The mild case needs to be in seclusion for a hundred years, while the seriously injured may have to fall into a long-term sleep before they have a chance to recover.

But no matter what, they still won. Although the price was a bit heavy, the Daochen Immortal Realm might have to rest for ten thousand years before it could return to what it was before the war.

...

However, the excitement brought by victory was short-lived. Soon they remembered that the three Daoxian Sect, the Shengchen Sect, and the Wanpo Sect were originally hatred like the sea, but they had to join forces because they wanted to fight against the Moyang.

Now that the Demon Yang has been eliminated, the contradiction that was temporarily covered up before has gradually surfaced again, and everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

"Two fellow Taoists, I suggest that in the next three hundred years, the existence of the three sects will be in a truce." Daoist Chen, who faced Mo Yang almost the whole process, took the initiative to propose a high-level truce agreement.

In this battle, the top leaders of all sides suffered heavy casualties. On the contrary, the middle and low-level disciples did not even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder. Except for a few who were defiled and transformed into monsters, most of the others survived.

"Can."

"I agree."

Although Taoist Yuanshi and Isis were not as serious as Taoist Chen, their injuries could not recover even after a thousand or eight hundred years. Even if they provoked a war to kill their opponents at this time, they would only cause their injuries to be even more injured and completely ruin their way.

The moral immortal sect of Taoist Yuanshi, the Holy Chen Sect of Taoist Chen, and the Wanpox Sect of Isis, the mother of the Wanwan, are all super sects that have been passed down in the Daochen Realm for tens of thousands of years. There are also many secondary sects that covet their status. If they forcefully fight with injuries, they may not be able to make others profit.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is above me, my Holy Chen Gate."

"My Moral Immortal Sect."

"I'm a sect of all poisons."

"Swear here."

"The monks above the tribulation of the three religions have been fighting for three hundred years."

“…”

"If there is any breach of contract, the heavenly punishment will be imposed!"

The three of them made a lot of sense, and almost filled all the loopholes they could think of.

As soon as the vow was completed, a string of marks fell on the true immortals of these three sects.

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"Don't dare to take it, don't dare to take it."

“…”

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

This great medicine is a hard currency of the true immortal class in the Daochen Realm. It can be used for daily practice, refining weapons, and fighting.

It is quite difficult to collect the purple Xuan magic tricks of refining the purple Xuan medicine, but it is found that it depends entirely on luck.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun..."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun..."

The most severely injured Taoist Chen clasped his hands together, uttered a slogan under his tongue, and then left gracefully.

The others also responded with the same Taoist dictum, each turning into a stream of light and disappearing silently into the horizon.

...

"Where is this?" In a dilapidated temple, a young man covered in wounds and dizzy head slowly opened his eyes and looked at him with a sneaky man who came up to try to "picture the corpse".

"Ghost!" The bearded man was frightened by the "zombie-scam" boy, jumped away a few steps, and knocked down some tables and chairs.

"Bang!"

The tile bowl with water on the table fell to the ground.

"What's the noise?!"

After a while, several soldiers, soldiers surrounded an old man in the middle and walked in swagger.

"It's okay, so I turned over the table and sprinkled some water."

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

Qishu.com. "These untouchables are really unrestless. Why don't you help the table up quickly?" The leading military man pointed at one of the big men and said.

"Yes, yes, Jun Ye." The man with a terrified beard quickly tidied up the scene while laughing.

As for what a hell happened, I didn't dare to mention it any more.

Just now, he saw a young man who was seriously injured and unconscious, and there was a small jade pendant hanging around his neck. He was greedy and wanted to take it for himself. However, he didn't expect that the other party woke up just when he was about to do it, which scared him, who was guilty.

...

"A Qi, this, this, and these two, let them all go." The old man glanced at the ruined temple and pointed at a few of the most injured people and said.

"Yes, master." Behind the old man, the young man with a guard appearance, was asked to draw his sword, and each person easily ended their painful moans with ease and neatness.

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

"All those who can move will crawl out to eat your meals. After eating within a quarter of an hour, they will get out of the camp and leave. Those who can't move, wait for death." The military head said such a harsh words in the ruined temple that temporarily acted as a wounded barracks, and then left.

...

"That's still a human being... After being injured so seriously, in addition to walking slower, he can still eat like a normal person?" The bearded man recalled what he saw before, and there were obviously several fatal injuries on his body.

"I am Bai Mo?" The young man tidied up countless memories in his mind while cooking rice.

After waking up from a coma, countless memories appeared in the boy's mind.

His previous life was the high-ranking Dao Zun of the Daochen Realm.

When trying to step out of the Heavenly Realm, because I accidentally exposed my nature as a time traveler, I was not tolerated by this world. The countless enemies of the past were all robbed.

Although they were killed with their peerless power and forced them to retreat, they were still forced to break through the space with a wisp of residual soul and reborn after the disaster.

This young man who died in the chaos became the target of the remnant souls.

"It is now the 270th year of the Daqian Dynasty. The two disasters of water and drought swept through many states, and the victims were displaced and turned into refugees. Many refugees were incorporated by various rebel troops and attacked the prefectures 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 the rebels, and the whole family was not in the midst of the war..." Bai Mo, who had recovered some of his memories, began to sort out the memories of this predecessor.
Chapter completed!