Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

This statue of Ye Lu, holding a blue flame in both hands, is burning.

Far away, two half-step immortal realm of the top of the Creation Palace, escorted with green smoke.

Her hands and feet are covered with idiosyncratic chains that seal her divine power.

Everywhere they passed, the crowd moved out of the way, and their eyes all looked over, with complicated emotions in their eyes, after all, this was the first half-step immortal realm to be executed.

Countless people have complex emotions.

Among them, there are also some eighth-level tutors, who are ninth-level tutors, who used to be students who were dyed with blue smoke, and at this moment, looking at their teachers, they were escorted up, and many people silently lowered their heads.

There was nothing they could do, as the tenth-level tutor of the Creation Palace, they killed their own students with their own hands, and this crime was not small enough to be executed.

The mask on the face of the dyed green smoke had long been torn off, and he was escorted towards the distance, his eyes looking around, densely suspended in the void.

But with a faint smile on his face.

She saw that some of her students, now all of them were tutors, and they were also looking at her, with complicated eyes, sadness, sighs, and anger.

In full view of everyone, she was escorted to the idol.

One of the half-step immortal realms began to read aloud the charges of dyed green smoke, and it was naturally easy to find out the guilt, and the various charges fell down one by one.

Dyeing green smoke is already heinous, and it is difficult to die.

Finally, under the eyes of the people, the dyed green smoke calmly walked into the flames, and in the violent screams, her body was dissolved little by little.

This process lasted for three days and three nights, and the smoke was burned for three days and three nights, and finally turned into a cloud of fly ash.

This was the end of the story.

However, after everyone dispersed, a wisp of green smoke, invisible to the naked eye, soared from the flames, slowly drifted out, leaving the space and entering the outside world.

The puff of smoke hovered over a city and eventually came to a halt over a slum.

Below, in a family, a baby has just been born, and the green smoke slowly falls, burrowing into the child's body, and the family does not notice it in the slightest.

In the blink of an eye, twenty years later, a handsome and sturdy teenager stood in front of the podium, holding a small golden figure in his hand, with an excited face, and the parents below looked at him excitedly.

Today is his graduation from college, and in the past few years of college, his performance has been extremely good.

When he came home from school, his parents kept nagging on the way, very excited, and blessed him, and then he seemed to be tired and gradually fell asleep, but not really asleep.

He was communicating with the teacher in his head.

"Teacher, there is a guy today, who wants to pull me into the Creation Palace, teacher, what is the place of the Creation Palace, why have I never heard of it?"

In his mind, Dye Qingyan snorted coldly: "With me to teach you, you don't need to enter the Creation Palace, the Creation Palace is a group of people full of Taoism, and you will not be taken seriously in it." "

"What I told you to learn, how are you doing? Show me something. "

The young man's name is Mo Junling, and he has always respected himself, the mentor who lives in his will, and immediately began to show what he has learned in his will.

"Very good, I will take you into a dream next, and you will dream for 30,000 years at a time, you have to be ready. "

"But with your qualifications, you only need to dream ten times, which is enough for you to step into the half-step immortal realm!"

"Sleep for a while, and when you wake up, go and say goodbye to your family. "

"Good teacher!"

In the blink of an eye, it was night.

"Are you ready?" asked in a solemn voice.

"Teacher, I'm ready!" Mo Junling sat cross-legged, and gradually his consciousness began to blur, as if he had fallen asleep, and woke up slowly.

At a glance, he saw a woman next to him, but just at a glance, Mo Junling was stunned.

He had never seen such a beautiful woman, and he never thought that a woman could be so beautiful, and he was a little sluggish for a while.

"Teacher, is that you?" Mo Junling asked in a low voice, looking at the woman in front of him, he actually blushed a little, after all, he was just a teenager, in his early twenties.

The strength of one body is just stepping into the realm of the grandmaster.

Although this kind of realm is good, but in the whole city, it is just like that, it belongs to the upper middle.

Dye Qingyan's eyes were indifferent, with a hint of indifference in his eyes, and he took out a secret method and said: "This is the Divine Phoenix Method, start cultivating! "

"Okay teacher!" Mo Junling obediently took the secret method and looked at it carefully.

The content was extremely complicated, he naturally couldn't understand it, and the dyed green smoke beside him stretched out a hand and pointed it at Mo Junling's eyebrows, and for a while, a large amount of information poured in instantly.

Mo Junling immediately found that the Divine Phoenix Method, which was originally in his hands like a heavenly book, immediately became simpler, and in just a few breaths, he finished reading one page.

Dye Qingyan withdrew his fingers and said lightly: "The content of this page is enough for you to cultivate for a long time, cultivate well." "

"Good teacher!"

In the blink of an eye, a year passed quietly, and on the first page, Mo Junling had completely controlled it, and had already begun to cultivate, and his strength had improved extremely rapidly.

If the previous cultivation was walking alone, then now it is like moving at the speed of light, ten thousand miles a day, not the same day.

Mo Junling cultivates every day, and he is watching and accompanying him all the time.

Here, there is nothing to do here.

On this day, Dye Qingyan stretched out his hand, ready to point it on Mo Junling's eyebrows, asking him to continue cultivating, but at this time, Mo Junling suddenly stretched out his hand.

A hand grabbed the hand dyed with blue smoke.

"What are you doing?" In an instant, the blue smoke trembled, his eyes suddenly widened, with murderous intent in his eyes, staring at Mo Junling, as if he was going to eat him alive.

Mo Junling was also taken aback, and explained a little hesitantly: "Teacher......! I can't help myself, I'm just, just!"

"Just what?" said Dyed Blue Smoke stared at him.

"I ...... I ......" Mo Junling's face was a little red, and he took a deep breath and said, "I have some ...... Some liked ......"

He couldn't say the last word.

Dye Qingyan's heart jumped suddenly, and he was a little overwhelmed at this moment, but he still snorted coldly: "Only this once, not next time, and next time, I will never be so polite to you." "

After speaking, he turned around and left, and his body faded directly in place.

Looking at the place where the blue smoke disappeared, Mo Junling was in a very low mood, and finally sighed and cultivated seriously.

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed quietly.