After hearing about the temple, everyone fell silent for a moment.
Some people were confused, not knowing what the so-called temple was. But Zhang Cheng knew what a transcendent existence the temple was. The Divine Punishment Army was just a department of the temple.
Even those who have heard of the temple have only heard of it, and no one knows its specific location. They only know that this place is extremely special. Even the cultivators do not dare to provoke it easily.
"If it's a temple, there's really no hope." Yan Wudi smiled bitterly.
"It's not hopeless. I wouldn't have had a good idea before, but now, if I find a good time, I can indeed help you go to the outside world." However, Zhang Tianwu changed the topic and smiled.
Everyone suddenly became energetic and looked at Zhang Tianwu with hope. Also, Zhang Tianwu was a big shot in the world of cultivation, and his methods were extraordinary. Naturally, they could not compare with them.
"This matter is very complicated, let's not talk about it for now. We are all Chinese here, and we are of the same lineage. This time you helped Zhang Cheng and others destroy Cangtian and avenged my wife's great revenge. Naturally, you also avenged me. This favor,
I will never forget it. Here are some martial arts outside the world, and I have chosen some that are suitable for you, which can be regarded as my thank you gift to you." Zhang Tianwu raised his finger, separated it a little, and rays of light flew into the sword demon respectively.
Yan Wudi and the others were in their minds.
Pictures, texts and words they knew immediately appeared in their minds. These were detailed training methods. Among them, Jian Mo and Yan Wudi got several spells suitable for them, as well as methods for practicing spells.
They have all become monks, and what they want to learn most now is of course spells, which can only be learned by monks. After seeing the spells of the evil dragon master, they are very yearning for them.
"Thank you!"
"We will remember this kindness."
They thanked each other and were very excited because they knew that these were priceless treasures that could be passed down as a sect for thousands of years.
In fact, as far as Mie Cangtian is concerned, they know very well that their role is only secondary. The real main force is Zhang Cheng.
Especially at the end, the battle between Zhang Cheng and the Evil Dragon Dao Master can be said to be a crucial battle that turns the tide and determines the outcome.
Afterwards, they said goodbye and wanted to go back to learn martial arts as soon as possible. Zhang Tianwu and the others saw each other off.
"I know you have many questions you want to ask me. Let's go. It's been a long time since we two guys sat together."
Watching them leave, Zhang Tianwu turned his head and said to Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng nodded, he indeed had countless questions in his mind.
The two came to a hilltop with green mountains, green waters, lush trees, and chirping birds and insects. From here, they could overlook the entire Dark Sword base. Lu Qing did not follow, but left his time to the master and apprentice who had been separated for a long time.
"Tell me, what do you want to know?"
"Uncle Zhang, you said it took you so many years to return to the earthly world, but the problem is that we have been together in the past few years, and you left words in the coffin." Zhang Cheng was puzzled.
"That me is also me. Back then, when you were still young, I took you with me. I was afraid that you would have an accident, so I left a soul clone to take care of you. Originally, it was impossible for me at that time, but the temple gave me
I have learned my secret technique, but I am very talented in this secret technique.
That's it. With you taking care of me, I can venture outside the world with peace of mind. Of course, that's because the pseudo-soul clone is incomplete, so it can only last for a period of time, and it is impossible to live in the world forever like the real soul clone.
That can only be done by the most powerful monks."
"...It wasn't until later that I came back after going through a lot of hardships."
Zhang Tianwu continued, looking at the river in the distance, "But at that time, I was too powerful. So powerful that even a true immortal might not be able to kill me. This world could not tolerate me. So, before I crossed
When I passed the last threshold, I was fiercely attacked by the will of the world."
"In order to survive, I had to abandon my cultivation so that the world could accept me. But even so, I lost my memory."
Zhang Cheng suddenly realized that this was the case.
"Then why do you call yourself Sweet? Sweet is my vest." Zhang Cheng asked, still confused.
Regarding this point, Uncle Zhang smiled and said: "Actually, there is a reason why I think I am Sweet. It is not because of you. Although I have lost my memory, the origin of my cultivation is still there.
The feeling in the heart is something you can’t understand. Intuition
Tell me, I know this person named Sweet. As long as I call him Sweet, I can retrieve my previous memories. As a result, you have also seen that my intuition is right. It is precisely because of calling your name that I
Only then can I find you and retrieve my past memories."
"..." Zhang Cheng was a little speechless, that's okay. I never dreamed that such a thing would happen in the world. The reason why I used my name is because I can retrieve my memory. I can only say that Uncle Zhang's cultivation is too terrible, and he can't do it at all.
Treat it with common sense.
"When I crossed the interface, I also tasted the terrifying power of the will of the world. It is true that the more powerful things are, the more they will be attacked by the will of the world. The reason why I came here safe and sound is because the Vatican Saint refined it for me.
A treasure called the Void Magic Lamp."
Zhang Cheng said.
"Vatican Saint? It's that woman. How could she help you? How long have you been in the secular world, and you can actually come into contact with this woman?" Zhang Tianwu was surprised at first, and then asked with a hint of curiosity. Zhang Cheng just went to the secular world.
In another year, even a genius would not be able to
Becoming a person of that level, let alone having the Vatican Saint personally refine treasures for her, "This woman is very fierce. She is one of the few people in the entire cultivation world that I am afraid of. And I sensed something unusual from her.
This girl’s destiny in heaven will definitely exceed imagination in the future.”
"The thing is like this, Uncle Zhang, let me briefly tell you what happened when I went to the outside world." Zhang Cheng said.
After listening to Zhang Cheng's words, even Uncle Zhang couldn't help feeling that this guy was very lucky.
When he learned that Zhang Cheng was back, he was still wondering how Zhang Cheng came back from outside the world. He had practiced for many years, had countless opportunities, and countless lives and deaths before he achieved the monstrous cultivation level in his heyday. Finally, he made enough preparations to
to return to the earthly world.
A year later, Zhang Cheng came back successfully with the help of the Brahma Saint. It was really infuriating, especially when he heard that Meng Xing'er had a seven-colored immortal body. In order to help him, he would sacrifice himself to stay in the cultivation world in exchange for his return.
It even made Uncle Zhang grit his teeth.
"You little bastard, you are so lucky. Aren't you and I both the kings of misfortune? We are both the kings of disasters. Why are our personal treatment so different? What kind of misfortune is this?