The drizzle fell.

The red clouds were purified and the divine power was melted. The land of the red wilderness was decorated with layers of green. In the withered and yellow forests, the plants and trees grew wildly, and all things were growing. They were originally full of haze and dead land, and there was a little more agility and vitality.

“It’s raining!”

"This rain is normal!"

"Look, this day has become normal!"

"God has pity for us!"

“…”

At this moment.

All over the land.

Countless mortals looked at the sky that gradually returned to its blue color, felt the coolness and vitality of the drizzle, knelt on the ground, cheered and cried with joy.

For decades.

They had almost forgotten what color the sky above their heads had once been.

The drizzle is as thin as silk.

The transformation of this land is just the beginning.

As all things revived, divine power was purified, and a trace of inspiration emerged again, quietly spreading in every corner of the land.

Above the sky.

Gu Tian and the other two who were constantly refining their divine power also stopped and felt the spiritual energy that was constantly emerging from the earth land, and were shocked!

"What a rain, what a rain!"

Lao Sun was deeply moved. Even if the three of them worked together, it would probably take several days to refine these red clouds, but now... it only took less than a moment!

"The big girl is right!"

Lao Wei wiped the rain on his face and agreed, "This rain is sweet!"

Lao Sun: "…"

He was too lazy to refute, and he had a bit of a slight slap in his mind.

...

Inside Tenlong Temple.

Looking at the tender grass buds that kept drilling out from his feet, Huineng clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name silently, and sighed: "It's a miracle."

"Not a miracle."

Gu Han shook his head and his eyes fell on the Red Dust Sword, "This is, naturally."

nature?

Huineng's realm and strength are too far from him, and he doesn't understand it.

Gu Han didn't explain.

He knew very well that the source of everything was the natural sword intent from Yun Jiansheng.

The natural genus contains everything.

It is naturally easy to change the celestial phenomena of the earth, produce all things, and bring about inspirations.

He understands.

From this moment on, the haze that has been shrouded in this land for decades will completely dissipate and a new life will be completely ushered in.

Suppress the feelings in my heart.

He solemnly put away the Red Dust Sword, and did not want to stay for too long, so he said goodbye to Huineng.

Before parting.

He also left the other party a storage ring, which was a thank you for your diligent efforts to guard the God-killing Formation.

Watch him go away.

Huineng held the storage ring in his hand, his eyes a little complicated.

"Who is this senior?"

"So strong."

A little shaman said excitedly: "One sword! He used one sword to kill the gods."

"So amazing!"

"Even in the Seven Realms Alliance, isn't anyone able to do this?"

"Master knows him!"

"Master, can he be a great monk who has mastered merit and created good fortune?"

“…”

Behind.

Several young novice monks were talking and guessing Gu Han's identity with awe of the strong.

There is no doubt.

The impact of Gu Han's sword on the gods on them who have just entered the world of cultivation is unimaginable.

"He is not a senior."

Huineng sighed, "Strictly speaking, he is from the same era as Master."

What!

The little novice monks were shocked!

The same era as Master?

How could it be so strong?

This is too big a gap!

"then."

Huineng recalled the past and sighed, "I once fought with him for opportunities on the golden list, and fought for a long time, and the outcome was not decided!"

It's a pity.

He put a gold on his face.

There is no fight.

In fact.

He did go to the Golden Blog back then, but... he met Gu Han, that's all.

"Really?"

The little novice monks looked at him suspiciously, although they did not say it clearly, their eyes were betrayed their ideas.

"This is indeed the case."

Huineng's old face was a little uneasy, he clasped his hands together and said seriously: "A master is a monk, a monk, and he doesn't lie."

"Master is so awesome!"

The little novice monks believed it and looked at him with admiration.

Huineng's face was calm.

He felt.

He really doesn't mean to lie.

After all, I have never fought, what if I get it?

...

Stroll in the drizzle.

Gu Han did not use his cultivation and walked aimlessly, feeling the changes brought to this land by Yun Jiansheng's natural sword intent, while also thinking about how he would go in the future.

Always.

He felt that his human intention was very strong, and with the blessing of the extreme realm, he almost made him invincible.

only.

Today, when he approached the immortal natural sword intent close together, he suddenly felt that he had not yet reached the true power, or the true secret of this human mind.

His human meaning.

It arose because of the sound of ink dust.

Now Mo Chenyin has temporarily returned to him. Logically speaking, if the human mind is perfect, it should be perfect.
To be continued...