Great Creator

The latest website: "Chang Guo is newly defeated, and the people have not forgotten their homeland. When you go to the mortal world, you will meet someone who wants you to lead them against Jing Guo. You have to keep your eyes open and look carefully. Take a look. Whether they need an uprising, also see if they really need you. Don’t be used by others, and never call a king or an emperor.”

"Remember your identity, you are an immortal, not a secular person!"

After all, Wen Ling waved his sleeves.

Clouds gathered at his feet.

"Disciple, aren't you coming up yet?"

Wen Ling said to Pingping.

Ping He realized that Master was going to send him back personally, and hurriedly stepped onto the cloud.

As far as the touch, the cloud is soft, like cotton, but it holds people firmly.

Wen Ling said, "Navigation, destination setting: Earth, Jianchang City."

Cloud: "Automatic navigation starts, distance to destination..."

After saying this sentence, the cloud began to move.

The two stood on the cloud, and the cloud was swiftly turning into a phantom.

The wind was very strong, and at first it was calm and top-heavy, and almost fell off the cloud.

Thanks to Wen Ling holding him with his hand, he also lowered the speed of the cloud.

This cloud fell into Jianchang City in an extremely arrogant posture.

The whole city of Jianchang is boiling.

They had also heard of the immortal coming to Mobei City before, and now they were so excited to see the immortal coming to the world again almost half a year later.

Pinghe looked down from the clouds, and saw the houses protruding one after another, and the streets were also densely crowded with people.

After becoming a cultivator, even if it is far away, he can see clearly.

Those people raised their heads to the sky. There was a look of horror on his face, and there was also a trace of fear.

Under all eyes, Wen Lingling jumped off peacefully.

He looked at the ground below peacefully, feeling anxious.

But he was considered a cultivator anyway, immediately picked up his aura and jumped down.

The aura in the body naturally circulates endlessly, and the peaceful figure floats down from the clouds like a feather and falls into the city.

The Taoist robe was swaying in the wind, and it was quite immortal.

After he landed, no one dared to come over for a long while.

Pinghe bowed slightly and saluted in the direction of the former palace.

"I am the apprentice of the true monarch of the immortal world, and the cultivator is peaceful."

Said peacefully.

"Here, just to visit family members, you don't need to panic!"

Wen Ling nodded slightly on the cloud.

He drove away on the cloud.

...

Huang Si came to the spiritual world and appeared in the rose garden.

To be safe, he has moved the balancer into the rose garden.

In many wars, the Rose Garden is the only place where no one can invade. It must be extremely safe here.

Standing in the garden, Huang Si quickly swept across the nineteen family members.

Following his inquiry, one of them hurriedly said:

"Master, an aborigine is asking for your help. I have asked him to wait for you outside the wasteland wall."

"Huh? Let me see."

Huang Si wanted to take some aboriginal people as family members from the spiritual world.

But it's useless for ordinary people to ask for it.

He asked the family members to carefully search for practitioners who needed resurrection or treatment.

If it is to be resurrected, it is best to keep the soul.

This world has the means to preserve souls, because it is said that immortals can take their souls to reincarnation, or let them directly change their way of practice.

Therefore, if a relative or friend dies, the practitioners here will try their best to preserve the soul of the other person, and then find a way to ask for help.

However, there are too few means to keep the soul for a long time.

And in this world, no real fairy has yet come.

Therefore, the resurrection and the treatment of relatives and friends have become a huge seller's market.

Market prospects.

The wasteland is a big circle outside the Lost Temple.

Outside the wall, there was a young man kneeling there.

This young man looked embarrassed and haggard, and his body was not as thin as a cultivator. He seemed to have experienced severe torture.

He was wearing a cultivator's uniform with a long sword at his waist, but there was a wooden coffin beside him.

The coffin is made of wood, the four corners are intact, inlaid with patterns, and the front plate is also embedded with a transparent material like glass.

Inside the coffin, there is a person lying, or rather, a corpse, but perhaps because of the protection of the coffin, although the person has already died, his appearance is lifelike.

The young man not only knelt on the ground, put his hands on the ground in front of him, and kept mumbling.

"Pray that the temple can save Yingying."

"Pray for the temple to make Yingying come to life..."

Huang Si pierced a hole in the protective cover, pinched a prosthetic body, and instantly descended in front of the young man.

The young man was also a monk in the alchemy period, and there was movement in front of him, and he immediately woke up.

Before he raised his head, he just felt that a pressing heat wave was coming.

The sharp black giant claws fell heavily on the ground, splashed with dust in the sky, and the dark red fire light radiated under the cracked skin like volcanic rock. A single claw occupies the entire vision of the youth.

The astonishing heat swept over, and the young man had to keep backing away with the coffin.

He looked up, and the terrible sight came into view.

Cracks are exposed, the abdomen dripping with fiery red lava, the neck with sharp thorns like fish fins, the black metal chin like an anvil, and the dense fangs crisscrossed up and down, like the black horns of a goat or a devil. , Blood red, eyes with weird red light...

And, with countless sharp scaly spines, huge wings with a black backbone and red skin, covering the entire sky!

"My name is the wings of death."

"The Destiny's Destroyer."

"The terminator of all things."

"Unstoppable..."

"Nothing to violate..."

Huang Si stared at the tiny practitioner under the huge body, and slowly uttered the last line in the tone of deathwing:

"I! That is! Cataclysm!"

Below, the young man almost crawled.

He has never seen such a huge monster, even as a third-tier practitioner, he is instinctively scared to want to escape~www.readwn.com~ Are you a practitioner? Wake me up, is there anything? "

Huang Si imitated the voice of Deathwing and spoke with a rumbling voice.

He just didn't want people in this world to figure out his identity, so he pinched the image of Nesario, a black dragon in World of Warcraft. The result was exceptionally good, and it deserves to be the ultimate boss of the Dragon Soul.

Use the modeling of World of Warcraft to scare people in other worlds who have never seen the world before, cool!

The image of Temple Master = Deathwing can be fixed in the future.

If necessary, you can also use other images to appear, such as Ragnaros, the King of the Balrog, or a starlight dragon with a little more ancient style, or invincible... Oh no, it's Arthas, the Lich King.

After brushing Icecrown Citadel dozens of times, I didn't get Invincible, and I almost remembered the name of the BOSS wrong.

After listening to Huang Si's questioning, the youth finally calmed down.