Zhou Zheng sat cross-legged on a futon made of spiritual stones, his eyelids trembled slightly, the luster under his skin gradually faded into flesh, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
He began to look inside his body, observing himself carefully.
Now he is only half a step away from the first level of Xiantian Realm, and the results of Zhou Zheng's continuous suppression of breakthrough speed during this period have begun to show.
Although it is only the ninth-level perfection of the body training, the Zifu Lingtai has already taken shape;
Mana flows like a river, and if it is run deliberately, it will have the force of a rushing river;
What is a little excessive is that the sea of energy in which he stores his magic power is comparable to that of ordinary third- and fourth-level innate monks, and the purity of his magic power is far beyond that of ordinary innate-level monks.
This is the benefit of deliberately beating the foundation of the road.
'That's it for today's breakthrough. Breaking through consecutive levels is a bit hasty.'
Zhou Zheng thought so, his mind slowly returned to tranquility, his eyes began to turn from the inside to the outside, and his spiritual consciousness gradually converged.
Just as he was about to open his eyes, Zhou Zheng let out another soft sigh in his heart.
What's this?
A light spot appeared on the inside of the eyelids, and countless streams of light faintly flashed through the light spot.
Zhou Zheng hesitated slightly, but chose to probe into it with a ray of spiritual consciousness.
It didn't matter what he did. Zhou Zheng immediately felt as if he had fallen into a cloud, and the similar 'dream' he had experienced before appeared again.
But this time, Zhou Zheng heard the sound.
"Would you like a date?"
A shout came from "behind", Zhou Zheng turned around and saw the young Taoist standing with a smile under the willow tree, holding a few green dates in his slender palm.
Zhou Zheng frowned slightly and wanted to communicate with the other party and ask who he was, but he was speechless.
The clouds and mist filled the air, hiding the young Taoist.
"My dear, what should I do?"
That tired voice came from behind again.
Zhou Zheng could only turn around, but what he saw this time was a writing desk made of sapphire, and a middle-aged man sitting slumped in an armchair behind the writing desk.
This man has a long beard and wears a golden robe with clouds and mist embroidered on it, as well as the thirty-third heaven.
Then, the man looked up at Zhou Zheng, his eyes full of loneliness.
The clouds and mist rolled in again, scattering the light and shadow.
who is he?
Zhou Zheng felt that the thoughts in his heart were very complicated. He was obviously concerned but also resisted.
"Don't you want to come back yet?"
A female voice whispered in his ears. Zhou Zheng turned his head and looked over, catching a glimpse of a beautiful woman with a beautiful face and wearing a fairy dress. She looked at him with a smile.
She said one more sentence than the previous two:
"If I don't see you, there will be no return date."
Zhou Zheng was about to turn around.
boom!
Suddenly there was a thunderous sound overhead, and all the light and shadow around him was shattered.
Zhou Zheng was caught off guard. The clouds and mist were billowing in front of his eyes, and dense streams of light were flying toward him, or he was crashing into a sea of stars at high speed.
"Fight them!"
A roar caused the surrounding light and shadow to change immediately.
It was a hill, and dozens of bloody figures were either hanging in the air or hiding behind crumbling formations.
A monk activated the blood-colored spell, and blood oozed from his eyes and nostrils. He kept roaring and threw out fire dragons at the bottom of the mountain.
There were more than a dozen strong men in camouflage uniforms, crawling in the neatly dug trenches, constantly pulling the triggers of sniper rifles, or operating two mortars to continuously bombard the people below.
Below, the mountain is densely covered with tens of thousands of monsters.
Demons are roughly divided into three categories: humanoid, animal-like, or both.
There was a dark cloud in the sky rushing toward the hill. It was a bat demon with a wingspan of more than two meters. Their arrival would directly destroy the defense line built by dozens of monks and soldiers.
Behind the hill, there are vehicles with red crosses on them. There are many men and women in white coats around them, quickly moving the wounded one by one.
Zhou Zheng's pupils shrank suddenly.
He saw Li Zhiyong on a stretcher!
Li Zhiyong was holding a tattered gold chain in his hand, his left foot disappeared, and his face turned pale.
Those wrist guards...
Zhou Zheng glanced over and saw the date displayed on an electronic instrument, and the surrounding scenery suddenly began to distort.
"Zhou? Zhou, are you okay?"
Open your eyes.
Zhou Zheng suddenly lowered his head and spit out blood. His face was extremely pale, and his pajamas were wet with sweat.
All I see is black and white.
It wasn't until two soft palms supported his arms and shoulders, and a touch of orange broke into his sight that Zhou Zheng's vision gradually returned to color.
Ao Ying was almost crying beside her.
She realized something was wrong with Zhou Zheng's situation, and when she didn't know how to help him get out of this state, Zhou Zheng opened his mouth and spurted blood.
"I'm fine..."
Zhou Zheng raised his hand and patted the back of her hand, picked up the phone and took a look at it, confirming the date on the phone again and again.
The date he saw in the 'vision' was five days later.
…
"I want to take this group of students to the Western Front."
In Xiao Yue's office, Bing Ning and Feng Tong, who were summoned by Xiao Yue, together with nine true immortals who were qualified to participate in the discussion, discussed the candidates to go to the front line for support.
Bing Ning, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, catching the whole room of immortals a little off guard.
Xiao Yue pondered for a few times: "I'm afraid this won't work. Their nine cultivation levels are not enough. The monks who went to the front line to support this time should have a minimum cultivation level at the peak of Shenying. They won't be able to play any role."
"This special training class is already halfway through," Bing Ning said. "The second assessment was originally conducted on the front line, but we just let them pass in advance."
"The prerequisite for going to the front line for the assessment is that there aren't many battles on the front line."
Xiaoyue changed her usual cheerful demeanor and said seriously:
"This time, twelve demon kings joined forces, and six demon kings assisted us in the main attack. In a few days, we were suppressed back to the line from Jianyuan to Wanlin Mountain.
"In this situation, it would not be wise to take nine of them there."
"I want to persist," Bing Ning's tone remained calm, "The more this kind of environment is, the more likely it is for them to grow up quickly."
Feng Tong folded her arms and frowned: "There are only nine students, why are you two still arguing?"
Nonsense! There’s Uncle Forbes’ eldest nephew in there!
This is the physical training stage, can I just go to the front line casually?
Xiao Yue roared a few times in her heart, and then said: "This matter will be discussed later. The military situation is very strong and cannot be neglected... Zhou Zheng is not in the physical training realm, and it is useless to go to the Western Front, so there is no need for him to go."
"Well, my original intention was to let him stay and practice."
Bing Ning agreed.
As the guardian immortals of the twelve cities in the East China Sea in the rear area, they actually had plans in advance.
Feng Tong is responsible for local defense and always monitors the movements of monsters in the sea. Xiao Yue is the supervisor of the monks in the Twelve Cities of the East China Sea, responsible for logistics and deployment. The only Celestial Realm master who can go to the front line to support is Bing Ning.
Usually the front line is tight, so Bing Ning has always led the team there.
Everyone discussed for a while, and the list was quickly drawn up. Several true immortals began to circle people in the contact group of monks and immortals, and summoned the immortal monks from the twelve cities to gather here.
Bing Ning mentioned the matter of nine students again, obviously because she wanted to support the front line and not delay her teaching tasks.
Xiaoyue didn't find it easy to refuse, so she was about to nod and agree...
"Team Paw! Team Paw! We'll be there soon!"
Xiao Yue pulled the phone and took a look. It happened to be a voice call from Zhou Zheng, so she clicked on hands-free.
"Instructor Xiaoyue," Zhou Zheng's hoarse voice came over, "I have something I want to talk to the instructor about."
"Chat, cough," Xiao Yue glanced at the room full of immortals, and continued to act like a local supervisor, "Zhou Zheng, you know I'm usually busy with official duties, and I have something to do here now. If we just want to chat, we can
Make an appointment again."
The immortals in the room were a little puzzled.
Is this the young monk in the body-forging realm mentioned just now?
Why is Master Xiaoyue so polite to Xiao Xiu?
"I just saw an illusion when I made a breakthrough in practice... It may be an illusion, or it may be a similar dream."
Zhou Zheng rubbed his forehead and asked tentatively:
"Is there an area where there is a fierce battle with demons right now, or where a battle is about to break out? The nine of us may also be sent there?"
Xiaoyue glared.
Bing Ning, Feng Tong, and the several true immortals in the room were looking at each other at this moment.
Feng Tong frowned and asked, "Which of you leaked the news?"
"We rushed over immediately after receiving the message from Lord Xiaoyue."
"Military relations are of great importance, and everyone knows how to measure them. It cannot be treated as a trivial matter."
"I haven't used my phone since I got here anyway."
"Zhou Zheng, you are at the Tianfu Hotel now," Xiao Yue motioned to the person in front of her to be quiet, "Don't move there, Bing Ning will pick you up immediately and come over to chat."
"Okay," Zhou Zheng agreed and hung up the cell phone communication.
More than ten minutes later, in Xiaoyue's office.
Zhou Zheng told the second half of the vision he saw exactly.
He hid the young Taoist, the middle-aged emperor, and the beautiful woman he had seen before. Those things should be his personal privacy.
All the gods in the room suddenly fell into deep thought.
Ao Ying, who had followed Zhou Zheng for a walk, was murmuring in a low voice:
"Disaster sensing?"
Bing Ning took out an exquisite jade talisman from her sleeve. The jade talisman shone dimly and projected a 'sand table' map, with every detail perfectly restoring the real landform.
"Can you find where the hill is up here?"
"Let me try."
Zhou Zheng walked to the map and looked carefully. He quickly pointed to a hilltop on the right edge and said, "Here."
Feng Tong looked at Bing Ning, with some confusion in her eyes: "Where is it?"
"Tianzi 103 transfer station."
Bing Ning looked at Zhou Zheng and explained:
"This is one of the hubs for transporting wounded supplies and casualties between the frontline and the rear... I would rather believe that it exists than believe that it does not exist. I would suggest setting up a bait and ambush here to see if it can be effective.
"The nine students are staying at the Tianfu Hotel to practice. When I return, I will continue to teach them."
The immortals nodded solemnly.
Several immortals hesitated to speak, wanting to persuade Bing Ning to think twice before acting.
After all, it is just a dream of a minor cultivator in the body-forging realm. How can it be used as a basis to convince the frontline general?
…
Five days later.
Xiao Yue sent a message to Zhou Zheng with several pictures in it.
In the picture, there are still monsters and monsters all over the mountains and plains, constantly attacking the defense line built on the hills.
The next picture shows dozens of immortals falling from the clouds and smashing into the group of monsters, bursting out with bright fairy light, and the groups of monsters turned into ashes.
‘Great victory.’
Zhou Zheng seemed to have let go of something on his mind and felt that his thoughts could flow much more freely.
The phone vibrated and Xiaoyue sent another message.
‘You should have a natural ability to avoid disasters. Similar situations have appeared in other reincarnated generals, which are relatively rare.
'In order to prevent this matter from being leaked and causing demons to target you, I have ordered that the matter in your dream be concealed, and I have only reported the matter to a few divine generals.
'Don't worry, the reward you deserve will not be less. You will come to see me today.
'But try not to make this matter public. This kind of ability to avoid disasters can easily lead to disasters.'
Zhou Zheng looked at his bracelet full of spiritual stones, then looked at Xiaoyu taking a bath in the bathroom, and smiled.
It would be nice to be able to help.
Awards, what other awards can there be? He is only in the body-forging realm, so it is impossible to arrange a few immortal weapons for him.