"Am I the only one as handsome as me in this world?"
Jiang Ning raised his head and looked up at the sky, feeling lonely as never before. His handsome life was so lonely as snow!
Behind him, Huang Jingtian's bird feathers trembled, and he managed to knock this guy away without getting sick.
The six disciples of Tianyun have already cultivated the intention of withering and burning fire, and there is no need to practice again.
But soon something even more disgusting happened again. Next to me, Junior Brother Wu Xing and Junior Sister Xiao Liuli looked like they were infatuated with their younger brother and younger sister. They looked at Jiang Ning with excited faces and nodded desperately, as if they agreed with Jiang Ning's boast.
"Is he really that handsome? He is obviously far worse than me!"
Huang was shocked and furious.
But his shoulder was immediately held down by another person.
Fourth Junior Brother Hu Qingqiu sighed tactfully and looked at him sympathetically: "Senior Brother, in life, you must always face the reality and admit that you are not as handsome as Junior Brother Jiang. There is no shame in it! What's more, I am obviously far worse than you, and I am not as handsome as Junior Brother Jiang.
what relationship?"
"..."
Huang Jingtian flaps her wings and stays away from these girls.
But he looked at the bottle of holy elixir in his hand, and then at Jiang Ning, who was teaching everyone the withering method.
Suddenly a question arose in my mind, am I really going to become a pervert as rumored?
No! In my heart, there is only Qinglian!
Huang Jingtian calmed down and looked up at Saint Qinglian in the center of the blood mist.
Look.
But I don't know if it was an illusion, but I suddenly felt that Saint Qinglian, who was locked in a fight for her body, seemed to open her eyes slightly at this moment and glanced at Jiang Ning.
"It's almost time."
Time flies so fast, just like love disappears.
Jiang Ning fluttered his sleeves and blew in the wind, awakening countless monks who were meditating in the formation.
Within a few hours, no matter how talented these monks were, they could not completely master the two-word art of Burning, even if it was just a simplified version of the divine art that was like a fool's tutorial.
But finally, with his help, Dadu mastered at least one of them.
Whether it's the Burning God Fire or the Withering Qi, one of them is enough to help them break out of the situation when they're in danger!
The cultivators also knew that the time had come. If it weren't for Jiang Ning's help and given them another month, they wouldn't be able to master it to their current level.
The Yuanshi Dao Jing is, after all, the Yuan Shi Dao Jing. Even if it is an extremely simplified version, not everyone can master it immediately!
Countless talented cultivators immediately started shouting, and more than 8,000 cultivators lined up. They had already formed an army, and under Jiang Ning's distribution, their respective skills and magical skills could assist each other and fight.
The miraculous effect of adding one is greater than two.
The talented cultivators they used to follow would not care about these things.
Soon, the eight thousand monks were divided into four teams, each led by the powerful genius Qiang Xiu.
Formed in front of Jiang Ning.
Even Huang Jingtian and other Tianyun Saints, as well as You Yuanyuan and other Yinming Sect geniuses, have also joined the list.
What happens next is no joke.
That means really fighting for your life and filling your life!
But even so, at this time, Jiang Ning glanced at the entire army and asked again, if there are people who don't want to die, there is still a chance to leave at this time. Once the war starts, it may not be that easy to die!
However, who would choose to leave at this time?
Everyone has taken Jiang Shaozu's holy elixir and learned Jiang Shaozu's divine art. They are already full of loyalty and wish they could express themselves in front of him and get his approval!
"Okay! This is your own choice. Whoever dares to scream before dying will be called a coward by me, Mr. Jiang, for the rest of his life!"
Jiang Ning nodded. He must be brave enough to be rewarded heavily, not to mention that even the ancestors of the three ancient sects would be hard-pressed to take advantage of the opportunities he had given him.
At this moment, all the monks are as powerful as a rainbow. To put it bluntly, the eight thousand monks in front of them will never be timid even if they fight against eighty thousand strong monks of the same strength. At least they will win miserably!
"Today's battle may be related to the rise and fall of the divine star and even the entire starry sky within ten thousand years."
"I still say what I said, if you can't bear it anymore, just turn around and leave. You don't have to worry about whether others live or die."
"But whoever dares to disturb the morale of the army and show cowardice in front of the God, the God of God will not be able to establish himself in the future.
A good place!"
Jiangning still dominates the world, looking down on everyone.
Escape is different from desertion. The former means exhausting all one's strength, unable to fight anymore, unable to withstand the fierce battle, temporarily withdrawing from the battlefield and recharging one's energy so that one day when one encounters the god, one can still fight desperately.
But timidity shows up on the battlefield, and if you are afraid of the god, you will have the impression that the god is your natural enemy. Not only will you not dare to fight when you encounter the god in the future, but even the current battle will disturb the minds of other people, causing a
The inevitable defeat!
This kind of thing is never allowed!
Jiang Ning raised his head and looked at the center of the blood mist. Saint Qinglian was still sitting cross-legged in the void. Most of her body had exposed her meridians and blood vessels. Those were all parts taken by the divine girl. If she continued to delay, I am afraid that her eldest cousin would be gone by tomorrow morning at best.
The body was about to be taken away successfully!
In the past few hours, Huang Jingtian had urged him a lot, and even once wanted to take action himself to rescue Saint Qinglian.
The question is can you be saved?
Just as he guessed, Saint Qinglian used herself to involve the divine girl.
It was she who voluntarily had her body taken away in order to tie the divine female doll.
And as the time he stayed here changed, he himself could vaguely feel through the divine sea world that there seemed to be something deep in the earth tomb in front of him, and it was opening up bit by bit.
That thing may be Qing
Cousin Lian’s purpose.
And obviously, those demon geniuses who were cut off in the tombs of the earth failed to achieve the goal of Saint Qinglian.
So now, it's your turn to do it.
"Order troops!"
Jiang Ning waved his hand, and a group of talented cultivators immediately began to roll their names, and at the same time, they registered and recorded the names of all the cultivators.
As the saying goes, one's own death cannot be in vain.
Those who die here today will leave their names on the monument of merit and deeds against the gods in the future, and will be respected by all generations!
This is also part of boosting morale.
These monks would never have thought that Jiang Ning was better to them than his biological father.
At this moment, I even thought about what happened behind them.
"No more! I swear in the name of the Young Ancestor of the Ancient Yin Ming Sect that any cultivator who dies in battle will receive a pension from our Yin Ming Sect after his death. If he has children, one of his children will be allowed to join the sect as a Ming disciple. If he has parents,
The Yinming Sect is determined to support you until the reincarnation, and those who have no blood relatives can also enter our Yinming Sect’s soul temple and worship them from generation to generation without becoming wandering souls!”
Jiang Ning glanced at everyone's face.
He just wants everyone to feel unprecedented respect!
Only the ghostly gentleman in the team, who was full of conspiracy and conspiracy, took a breath of cold air at this moment.
This is not a thousand gold to buy horse bones, this is ten thousand gold to buy dung.
After such a one-stop service, these monks dare not die in service?
