"You have two choices now..." Facing Xantian's puzzled eyes, Wu Jie said the two plans he had already designed, "The first choice is that I will repair your ship and at the same time, use good fortune to nurture it."
This process is very safe and has no problems at all. The disadvantage is that it takes a long time... In your current situation, it will probably take three to five hundred years to recover."
"Three to five hundred years is not a long time." Xuntian said, "This shortcoming is nothing."
"If you are not a warlike Sky Patrol Shenzhou, then this really doesn't matter. But I asked our seniors, you like fighting very much and enjoy fighting, right?"
"Of course I was born to fight." Xun Tian's eyes flashed with cold light, and his whole person was filled with vigor in an instant.
"If that's the case, then there's a problem." Wu Jie sighed, "If nothing unexpected happens, within two hundred years, all the factions in the human world will be ready to join forces to attack the outer world and completely eradicate the demon sect."
This news is undeniable. Master Shaoguang told Wu Jie personally because he wanted to seek the opinion of "Senior of the Demon Sect".
Xantian's body was shaken and he asked hurriedly: "Are you sure?"
"Who can say that we are absolutely sure about this kind of thing? But we are at least 70-80% certain."
Wu Jie recalled what Master Shaoguang said that the four righteous factions had a dispute over "when to attack the Demon Sect". Baidi Pavilion suggested that they take action as soon as possible, before the Demon Sect can become the real twelve gods and demons.
There is a time difference; Qingyang Guan believes that the war is a major event. The current information is not clear and the preparations are not sufficient. It is better to prepare for a hundred years and let Wu Jie take command and go on the expedition after Wu Jie returns the elixir, which will give him greater certainty.
The Buddhists and the Dragon Clan didn't care much about the time issue, so the main dispute was between the two Taoist sects. Master Shaoguang and Master Yan argued for a long time, and finally broke up. Fortunately, there were still Buddhists and the Dragon Clan to make peace.
Man, Baidi Pavilion can't just abandon the other three factions and go it alone, so this matter has been delayed.
But no matter how much we delay, this battle will definitely be over in three to five hundred years.
"Then...doesn't it mean that by the time I recover, the biggest battle in the world has been fought, and the Demon Gate has been wiped out. From now on, swords and guns will be used in Kuma and released in Nanshan, and the world will be at peace..." Xantian said blankly, "The world will be at peace.
, where do I still have a chance to fight?"
"There are always some."
"No, absolutely not." At this moment, she was like a combative person, her eyes filled with a burning fighting spirit, "Who am I? I am the Sky Patrol Shenzhou. I am the most powerful magic weapon of Qingyang Temple. I was made with martial arts.
, a weapon entrusted with the soul of a hero. If you miss the most important decisive battle in the world, wouldn't it be equivalent to leaving the tiger alone and focusing on shooting rabbits... Even if you shoot a thousand rabbits a day, what's the point? I will die with my eyes open."
"You won't die."
"To me, it's no different than dying."
Seeing how determined she was, Wu Jie sighed and said, "The other way is to reform."
"Transform?" Xian Tian was stunned for a moment, thinking about the meaning of this word, and his brows gradually wrinkled, "You mean, transform me into another magic weapon?"
"Yes, it still looks like a ship in general, but your vitality has been lost too seriously. If you want to recover as soon as possible, you can only reduce the size. For example, reduce the length of the Sky Surveying Shenzhou to one-third of its current length. Then, if you want to recover as soon as possible, then
If your current Yuanling is warmed and nourished a little, it will be able to basically regain its strength."
"...Only one-third is left, so how much power can I have left?"
"Huh? Shouldn't you ask first? Then I still don't have this kind of question?"
Xantian laughed: "The me you see today is completely different from the hero who never died in peace. Since I can accept this first change, why can't I accept the second one?"
"If my fighting spirit never ceases and my fighting spirit never dies, I will still be me. No matter what my name is, no matter what I look like, as long as I can still fight, I don't care about anything else."
Wu Jie was stunned for a moment, silent for a while, and then smiled.
"In this case, then nothing else is a problem. Although I cannot completely repair your combat system powered by human martial arts, I can give you new power. And I can guarantee that this new power will definitely
It will not be inferior to your previous strength."
"Then why are you still standing there? Let's do it." Xuan Tian clenched his fists, "I can't wait to try my new power."
"But the process of transformation is very painful, so painful..."
"You are obviously a man, but why are you such a mother-in-law?" Xuan Tian shook his head and sighed, "I have been mentally prepared for the pain. Compared to the pain of not being able to fight, what does being transformed mean?"
"But……"
"What's your name?" Xantian interrupted.
"Wu Jie."
"...Wu Jie, right? I remember your name." Xun Tian staggered up to him. From this distance, she was almost a head taller than Wu Jie, looking down at him, "
I don’t know if I still have the same memories after being transformed. So, as a senior, let me give you one final word of caution.”
"Senior, please speak." Wu Jie said solemnly.
Xantian smiled and held Wu Jie's shoulders to prevent him from falling due to his unstable standing: "We cultivators are not afraid of pain from the body. Although the pain from the soul is unbearable, we can only grit our teeth."
It’s over. The real terrible pain comes from the soul
One by one, you can't do what you want to do, you can't walk on the road you want to take, you can't save the person you want to save, you can't love the person you want to love... These pains are the most unbearable. What's even more terrifying is that,
When you are finally able to endure this pain, your way forward will be completely cut off."
"As long as a monk wants to move forward, he must face these pains. He cannot escape, cannot forget, and cannot get used to it. It is like a wound that is always bleeding and will never heal." A hint of sadness appeared on Xangtian's face.
The look of pain reminds me of my time as a "human"
"I can see that you, like me, would rather die than be a deserter. Then remember my advice, no matter how much hardship you have to endure and how much risk you take,
Don't hurt your own heart either. Because...that is the most terrible pain. Compared with it, everything else is not worth mentioning."
"So... please don't hesitate and don't worry about me. For me, as long as I can still fight, nothing else is a problem."
Wu Jie was silent for a long time and nodded heavily.
"I promise that I will let you step onto the battlefield again and have a vigorous battle with those powerful enemies."
"Well, I believe you"
Wu Jie smiled, and his body gradually turned into light and disappeared.
When he completely disappeared, Xuntian's figure suddenly flashed and came to the bow of the battleship. He stood upright holding the huge gun barrel. In the wind that gradually became stronger at some point, he watched the despair that was constantly rising.
The beautiful lake surface.
To Wu Jie, the lake looked like a deep and bottomless lake, but to her, it was a mirror. On the other side of the mirror, there were countless familiar figures, fighting side by side, facing each other with swords, or drinking and exchanging songs.
Or intrigues... These people looked at her, their eyes either cursing or blessing, but they were all filled with irreparable sadness.
"Old friends and old rivals, I thought I was going to see you in such a mess, but now it seems that it's not the right time yet.
She reached out and smoothed her long hair, and her black hair was flying in the strong wind.
"I will continue to fight. My battle is not over yet."
On the ninth day of September in the third year, clouds suddenly filled the sky above Qingyang Temple. War songs echoed in the clouds, and endless red light and shadow reflected the sky red like a raging flame.
Everyone in the Qingyang audience was startled by it and stared at the source of this vision in surprise.
That is Wu Jie's monastery.
After taking Wu Yue and Bai Youcai to eliminate He Yanzi, Wu Jie quickly began to retreat. It has been more than two years now. For more than two years, the door of his monastery has always been closed, and the magic weapon Yuan
The spirit "Twenty-seven" turned away every visitor, and gave the same answer: "The owner of the house is in retreat and cannot be disturbed."
Everyone was very curious and didn't know what he was doing or why he had to stay in seclusion for so long.
But there is no doubt that Wu Jie must be doing something very important. It may be practicing some important exercises, or he may be practicing some important supernatural powers, or he may be refining some powerful magic weapons. Some people use divination.
According to the method, the result is that he is repairing something.
"That must be the repair of the Sky Surveying Divine Boat." Someone said.
"Perhaps he is repairing his natal magic weapon." Someone else said.
"But no matter what, he actually found a way to repair it so quickly... It's really amazing." Master Dan Feng or Grandmaster Dan Feng, because he overcame the inner demon tribulation in the past two years and successfully returned Dan Feng.
He praised, "Maybe he will surpass me soon."
Wu Jie will surpass Dan Feng sooner or later, and no one has any objection to this. If there is any dispute, it is probably a matter of time.
But even the most pessimistic person doesn't think it will really take too long.
Compared with things that can be concluded, they are still more curious about the results of Wu Jie's retreat.
The bamboo building at the forefront of the Jingshe District has become the focus of everyone's attention.
This morning, a red light suddenly rose from the bamboo building. It flew into the sky and turned into such a strange phenomenon. One look at it and I knew that Wu Jie's retreat had paid off.
Unknowingly, many people came nearby and quietly waited for the results.
At this time, Wu Jie was in the quiet room used for retreat, congratulating a short-haired girl.
"Congratulations to my fellow Taoist for finally recovering and being able to fight against the demons and monsters in the human world again."
The girl is short in stature and wears a long top with the hem reaching just above her knees, but her legs are bare and she has no culottes, which is a common style among southern barbarians. She is carrying a large backpack and a simple satchel.
, wearing a square hat on his head, holding a magic weapon similar to binoculars in his hand, and smiling brightly.
"My lord, you are too polite. Without your help, how could I have recovered so quickly? And...this new power is beyond imagination."
As she spoke, the sides of her backpack, the sides of her satchel, the sides of her hat and the magic weapon in her hand glowed with bright red light. At the same time, the strange phenomena in the sky became more intense.
"It's just that I really didn't expect that you would sacrifice your own magic weapon to replenish my incomplete vitality. I can't repay you even if I am broken into pieces."
"Fellow Taoist is too polite..."
"No, fellow Taoist, please don't be so foreign." The girl chuckled, put away the four magic weapons that were actually transformed into eight divine fire pillars, transformed into an ordinary southern barbarian girl, and held them affectionately.
Wu Jie's hand said, "I am your natal magical weapon. You must give me a name."
"Isn't it better to call it Xuntian?" Wu Jie was stunned for a moment, having his hand held by the girl, which made him a little uncomfortable.
"I've changed my appearance. There must be something new."
Wu Jie nodded, coughed twice, and quietly took his hand out. Perhaps because of nervousness, or perhaps because he was a little tired from long-term work, many memories from his past life emerged.
"I remember... there was once a battleship in the world that was said to be unsinkable, and its name was Xuefeng." He muttered, "From today on, you will be called Xuefeng."
