The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 267: The Dao Heart is forever
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The top war criminals were all decapitated and executed. The monks of the Ten Thousand Immortals League, according to the magnitude of the crime, should be killed, the abolished repairs and the abolished repairs will not be tolerated.
Zhang Ye looked at the black vortex above his head. The strongest scourge was about to come down. He had run out of time. He took out the five-element magic weapon he created yesterday: "If you have a past, you will be punished. Afterwards, the demon master, the demon saint, and the Sihailong clan will discuss their merits and perform rewards."
"But before that, I would like to commend the following sects in particular!"
"Eternal Life Sect, refining the elixir for the ascending platform camp, with outstanding contributions, admiring the Taoist green wood cane, sitting in the east!"
The green wood cane in the five-element magic weapon flew into the hands of the ancestor of the longevity, and in the process of flying, it became a Taoist tool.
Whether it’s the emperor of heaven and earth, or Zhang Ye’s words, the Changshengzong masters the new Taoist tools of the town, it is destined that they will become the future overlord of the Eastern Region and envy others.
The ancestor of the longevity was very excited, and at the same time there was a touch of rejoicing in his heart, fortunate that he was in the right camp from the beginning.
"Thank you, Master Zhang!" The ancestor of the longevity brought the doormen and gave a salute.
Zhang Ye nodded slightly, among the five elements magic weapon, the golden knife fell into Zhang Ye's hands again: "Magic sect, calm down the mainland of comprehension, have merits, appreciate Taoism, immortal golden knives, sit in the Western Regions!"
As the leader of the demon cult, Han Linger immediately stood up: "Thank you, Master Zhang!"
The two elders of the Demon Cult, Xuanyou Xuanming, were excited and a little bit embarrassed. Who would have expected that the little blacksmith in Lingtai Town could divide the world with the words of one person!
Zhang Ye discussed the merits and rewards, and then handed the Taoist real fire gourd and the water purification bottle to a sect in the southern and northern regions, respectively, as the township tools of the two regions.
Zhang Ye holds the last five-element magic weapon in his hand, a pocket-sized version of mountains and rivers. The monks guessed that this will serve as the township Taoist implement of the Central Region, but who will control this township Taoist implement, monks I don't know, all the forces are eager or winking, hoping to be selected by Master Zhang.
Zhang Ye didn’t speak, the mountain in his hand grew up in the wind, and grew into a celestial mountain of ten thousand feet. Zhang Ye threw it towards the middle domain, and with a bang, the fairy mountain fell at the core of the middle domain, and the entire cultivation world trembled. , Zhang Ye said: "The Taoism is the thick earth and the fairy mountain, sitting in the middle of the field, Fuze is all around."
"Lingtai Sect, this seat has ordered you to wait for ten thousand years to guard the fairy mountain, are you willing?"
Master Zhang said that let Lingtai Zong guard the fairy mountain, not to give it, but in fact it is no different from controlling it.
The monks in the audience were bitter. The Lingtai Sect was only a second-rate sect. Although they participated in the entire battle between the two armies, the role of a second-rate sect was not conspicuous.
But everyone did not dare to disagree. Everyone knew the origin of Lingtaizong and Master Zhang, and arranged for Lingtaizong to guard the mountain, which has given everyone a lot of face.
Li Rulong, the elder of the Lingtai Sect, with tears in his eyes, guarding the Taoist and thick earth fairy mountain, let alone ten thousand years, in a few hundred years, the Lingtai Sect will surely become the super sect of the world.
The elder dared not refuse, but he also led his disciples to pay respects: "Thank you, Master Zhang!"
A jade card flew out of Zhang Ye's hand and fell into the hands of the great elder. Their cultivation level was insufficient, but with the jade card, they could completely control the thick earth fairy mountain, exert the power of their debut weapon, and deter Xiao Xiao.
The pattern of the world has been reset, and Zhang Ye has no regrets. He glanced at the black whirlpool in the sky and exhorted: "Ascension platform, the cultivation continent is shared by all races, humans, beasts, demons, demons, sea races... When you reach the peak of Mahayana, you can fly through the catastrophe and ascend here. Anyone who dares to occupy and swallow it privately, the world will fight together!"
Zhang Ye's words were murderous, and the monks knelt down with tears in their eyes: "Follow the orders of Master Zhang!"
Why do the monks have tears in their eyes? Because Zhang Ye, the man who carried the cultivation mainland, was about to endure the strongest natural condemnation, and he would die forever.
But facing the punishment, he didn't say a word about what happened behind him, but was worried about the five-domain structure and the ascension platform.
In the past, many people have more or less secretly scolded Zhang Ye for being greedy and stingy, iron cock, making war fortune, despicable and shameless... But those who used to scold the most, cry the most at this moment.
Zhang Ye glanced at Han Linger and Murong Hongzhuang nostalgicly, with a smile on his lips.
The penalty fell sharply, and Zhang Ye did not explode into blood mist like the previous two times. He still had a faint smile on his mouth, and even his face was still a little ruddy, but he fell straight down, agitated. cut off.
"Master Zhang..." The monks caught Zhang Ye with tears...
At the moment Zhang Ye died, he understood why the third Heavenly Scourge was the strongest punishment. Death envelops his body and stretches forever. Even if Zhang Ye used the chance to resurrect, he just came back to life and died.
In other words, the resurrection of the forging system cannot drive away the power of the Scourge.
Zhang Ye has exhausted all his chances of resurrection. In fact, he also wants to resurrect after a while, but after death, the time for consciousness to remain is limited, and the forging system will count down. If he does not use the chance of resurrection within the countdown time limit, he Will die completely.
Unfortunately, even with all the chances of resurrection, Zhang Ye's consciousness only retained a few more breaths, and it was useless except to hear a few more people's cries.
Zhang Ye sighed, he died, will he go to the underworld? But I heard that people who were punished by the heavens have no souls.
Thinking about some messy things, Zhang Ye's consciousness completely fell silent.
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Somehow, Zhang Ye suddenly regained consciousness. At the moment of complete disappearance, he felt the palm of his hand warm, so he regained consciousness.
The current Zhang Ye is like a person locked up in a small black room. Because his body is dead and his consciousness is still alive, his consciousness is locked in his own sea of consciousness.
Zhang Ye quickly looked at the hot palm of his hand. The Taoist word that Zu Long gave him, exudes a fiery light, is Zu Long maintaining his consciousness?
Zhang Ye inexplicably remembered Zulong's words: "The road is ruthless and fierce like the sea, and the heart is strong and can be a boat."
At this moment, Zhang Ye seems to understand something, but there is always a layer of yarn. Zhang Ye thinks hard, but his consciousness is getting stronger and stronger.
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In the Continent of Cultivation, the news of Zhang Ye's death spread all over the five realms, and everyone's hearts were filled with grief.
Someone proposed to hold a five-domain funeral for Master Zhang. This is the highest respect for the dead who have contributed the most to the cultivation world.
But Han Ling'er and Murong Hongzhuang refused. They took Zhang Ye's body and disappeared from the public view, because they stubbornly believed that Zhang Ye would come back to life, just like they have been resurrected countless times before.
The monks sigh, but there is no other way. They only hope that the mainland of cultivation can adapt to the days without Master Zhang as soon as possible. After all, people have to look forward if they are alive.
Day after day, month after month, year after year.
Cultivation Continent has walked out of the wounds of the war and restored normal order. The soaring soaring and the cultivation that should be cultivated are prosperous.
In a courtyard with birds and flowers, Zhang Ye lay on a bed with no vitality, Han Ling'er and Murong Hongzhuang looked at him with tears.
Three years have passed since the Ascension Battle, and Zhang Ye has also died for three years. The second female general Zhang Ye's body was hidden in this other courtyard, and she said a few words to Zhang Ye from time to time, which seemed a little bit intriguing, but it was not.
Accordingly, after a person died for three years, his body should have been corrupted long ago, but Zhang Ye showed no signs of corruption.
Secondly, Zhang Ye's cultivation level will be improved. When it is fast, it will be upgraded by two levels a month, and when it is slow, it will be upgraded by one level in two months.
Three years have passed, Zhang Ye's cultivation has become unfathomable and unbelievable.
So, in the beginning, Han Linger and Murong Hongzhuang hid Zhang Ye’s body, indeed because of the obsession in their hearts, but after such a change, they became more and more convinced that Zhang Ye would be resurrected someday, but A matter of time.
Otherwise, how to explain the corpse's non-corruption and the improvement of cultivation level?
"Daddy, you big slacker, you have been sleeping for almost three years, don't know if you wake up?" Hua'er is almost nine years old, and will visit Zhang Ye from the demon world from time to time.
Zhang Ye's consciousness hidden in the depths of the sea of knowledge is also a pain in his heart. In recent years, he can feel all the changes and sounds outside, but he just can't wake up.
In the past three years, Zhang Ye has continued to comprehend the word "Tao" of Zulong, making his spirit more powerful, and constantly driving out the power of the scourge. Of course, he has not been idle for the past three years, and draws prizes every month. , So there is a weird scene where the body is dead, but the cultivation base is growing.
Time passed day by day, Zhang Ye was also anxious, not only distressed Han Ling'er and Murong Hongzhuang, but also Su Jin's three-year period is approaching. He really can't sleep anymore. He must wake up as soon as possible and ascend to the immortal world.
Zhang Ye has been comprehending Zulong's "dao" day and night. On this day, Han Ling'er and Murong Hongzhuang came to see Zhang Ye again.
Murong Hongzhuang grabbed Zhang Ye's hand and said: "Zhang Ye, if you wake up, I will promise you everything, okay?"
"So what, is it okay for two women to serve the same husband?" A voice sounded abruptly.
Murong Hongzhuang's face blushed: "As long as you can wake up, it's not impossible..."
Speaking of this, Murong Hongzhuang's expression became stiff, and he quickly looked at Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye opened his eyes and smiled at her.
Murong Hongzhuang opened her small mouth and couldn't speak for a long time~IndoMTL.com~ Kowtowing: "Zhang Ye...you..."
Immediately, Murong Hongzhuang shouted outside: "Sister Ling'er, come on!"
Like a soft cloud, Han Ling'er entered the abode, and the moment she saw Zhang Ye, her eyes were red, and her tears were like broken beads.
The second daughter couldn't say anything, so she threw herself on Zhang Ye, crying like a child.
Zhang Ye was able to wake up, mainly because he finally understood the word of Tao and dispelled the power of the scourge, just as Zulong said: "The road is ruthless and fierce like the sea, and the heart is strong enough to be a boat." From now on, as long as Zhang Ye is not dying of his soul, he can't die if he wants to.
Although this is not the inheritance of Ancestral Dragon, it is also a very high realm, and Dao Xin will last forever!
Zhang Ye has been lying down for three years, but he knows the feelings of the second daughter. With deep affection, Zhang Ye embraces the second daughter by the waist and puts on the bed.
The second woman exclaimed, trying to struggle, but found that she was clamped by Zhang Ye and couldn't use her strength.
Zhang Ye is a person who bears grudges. He said that when the cultivation level is enough, he must retaliate and go back. Now, it is just right.
The two girls were so scared that Huarong was pale, Murong Hongzhuang thought of something, and shouted again and again: "Zhang Ye, the painting is here."
Painting? Zhang Ye turned his head. Today's painting is already a nine-year-old girl, wearing a little red dress, standing there pretty cutely, just as good-looking as her mother.
"Daddy, I didn't see anything, you continue!" Hua'er covered her eyes with her pink hands, really thinking that Zhang Ye didn't see her peeking through her fingers.
Zhang Ye gave up and beckoned: "Painting, come and hug Dad, want to kill me."
"Father, I am your daughter!" Hua'er took two steps back with a small face in trepidation.
Zhang Ye feels the sky is rolling, so he must pay attention to his image in front of children.
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