Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

And the frequency of recruiting disciples is also increasing year by year, and the number of each enrollment is also expanding geometrically, and the overall number of sects has not decreased.

　　On the contrary, there are more and more, but the drawbacks are also very obvious, and the overall strength of the sect is also declining rapidly.

　　In this year, the first batch of students of the United Front School began to graduate, and a large number of personnel, all of whom were sent to the front line of the Holy See, were all sent to the front line of the Holy See, when all the personnel left.

　　For the first time in so many years, the old man has been leisurely.

　　But I don't know why, when Jiang Yuan saw the other party, he could clearly feel the rich death qi on the other party's body, which was twice as strong as before.

　　Normally, if the decaying aura on the old man's body wants to be strong to this extent, it will take at least tens of millions of years, but this short period of 1,000 years is equivalent to spending 10 million years.

　　"Master, who are you?" Shu Xiaofan looked at the old man and couldn't help but ask with concern.

　　The old man waved his hand, and the vicissitudes in his eyes were more serious than the old age on his body.

　　The old man walked into his room in silence, this stay is a year, this year is useless, no one comes to see outsiders.

　　"Senior brother, it's been a whole year, what happened in the academy, what's wrong with Master?" Yuan Yinyin leaned to Jiang Yuan's side in confusion.

　　The three of them sat at the stone table, tasting tea and eating creatures, which was very limited.

　　Jiang Yuan took a sip of tea and said lightly: "In the academy, the main job is to teach students, naturally there is nothing to do, things must come from the Holy Court!"

　　"The matter of the Holy Court, it seems that the blow to the master is very big, what is going on?" Yuan Yinyin was even more confused.

　　Shu Xiaofan said: "Yin Yin, do you know what Shizun's real name is?"

　　Yuan Yinyin suddenly froze, shook her head honestly and said, not only does she not know what the name of the master is, but even what the name of the master is, it is unknown.

　　This is true not only of him, but of the entire sect.

　　"That's it, you don't even know what the name of the master is, how can we know, we don't even know the name, you can imagine how many secrets the master is hiding from us. "

　　"Don't be rough with this heart, just take care of yourself, the master is the same, and it will naturally come out. "

　　Yuan Yinyin couldn't help but say, "Aren't you curious?"

　　"What's the use of being curious, when we are strong enough, we will naturally know when the time comes. Shu Xiaofan said and looked at the room where the old man was.

　　He had already cultivated to the realm of half-step Divine Domination, and now what was missing was lethal matter, as long as there was enough lethal matter, his strength could improve by leaps and bounds, stepping into the Divine Domination sequence.

　　Although the realm will not break through, the breakthrough of strength is also a breakthrough.

　　"Okay, don't think about it, hurry up and rest, rest well, continue to cultivate!"

　　Shu Xiaofan picked up an earth creature and ate it in a big gulp, every day the school will send these good things, this is the benefit of being a disciple of the old man.

　　"Jiang Yuan!"

　　At this moment, a voice came from the old man's room, and the voice was tired.

　　"Come into my room, I have something to say to you!"

　　Shu Xiaofan and the two stopped their movements and looked at Jiang Yuan, Jiang Yuan stood up and walked towards the room.

　　Pushing open the wooden door, there was a creaking and crisp sound, as if the door, which had not been opened and closed for many years, would decay and collapse at any time, and a large amount of dust had fallen.

　　The interior of the room is very gray, and the space is not much, how big the outside looks, how big the inside is, a table, a bed, and an old man lying on the bed.

　　The old man was lying on the bed, just like a mortal, covered with a quilt, and the quilt was embroidered with many patterns, but because of time.

　　These patterns have long since passed away from their original colors and appearances.

　　"This quilt was sewn for me by my wife a long time ago!" As if seeing Jiang Yuan's doubts, the old man slowly spoke.

　　"Sit down!"

　　Jiang Yuan walked to the table and sat down, without saying a word, waiting for the old man.

　　The old man sighed and said, "From the time I was born to the present, I have witnessed four sacred turmoil in this world, and the first sacred turmoil, I lost my wife. "

　　"The second time the Holy Turmoil, I lost my child. "

　　"The third holy upheaval, I lost my grandson!"

　　"In the fourth Holy Turmoil, I lost almost everything. "

　　"This time the Divine Turmoil hasn't started yet, and I've already lost almost all of my disciples!"

　　Speaking of this, the old man's voice trembled, just like an ordinary old man, and tears actually flowed down his cheeks.

　　"Your brothers and sisters, they're all dead!" the old man's voice became hoarse.

　　Jiang Yuan was slightly shocked, and couldn't help but say, "Brother Zhang!"

　　The old man was silent and silent.

　　But Jiang Yuan already knew the result.

　　In the more than 1,000 years since he returned to the sect, the head of the sect, as the senior brother, has not come once, he has gone out to perform a task, and as the head of the sect, he needs to perform the task.

　　It must have something to do with the Holy See.

　　At this moment, the figure of the sect leader appeared in Jiang Yuan's mind, more than a thousand years ago, he was still in charge of the entire sect, and he was the supreme head of the sect.

　　But in the blink of an eye, he was already dead, and the dust returned to dust.

　　In the face of time, everything seems so small.

　　"How many of my senior brothers are there?" Jiang Yuan said slowly.

　　The old man got off the bed tremblingly, just like a mortal old man, this simple action seemed very difficult, Jiang Yuan hurriedly stepped forward to help the other party.

　　The old man patted Jiang Yuan on the shoulder, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

　　But Jiang Yuan could clearly feel the other party's accelerated heartbeat and trembling body.

　　With Jiang Yuan's support, the old man led Jiang Yuan to a wooden desk.

　　Open a drawer, inside are golden stone slabs, square, depicted with the appearance of a person.

　　Everyone had a smile on their face and their name next to it.

　　Jiang Yuan also saw his portrait and Shu Xiaofan, as well as Yuan Yinyin's portrait.

　　"Since you have worshipped me as a teacher, you will have a portrait of each of you, after all, I am old and have a bad memory. "

　　"I'm afraid I'll one day forget what you look like and what you're called!"

　　The old man spread out the sketchpads on the table.

　　plus Jiang Yuan and others, a total of thirty-one, you can see that the people in each drawing board are very delicate, that is when they are still young.