The reason why he can wake up is that before the big man falls, he will seal his own power and part of his consciousness in a specific forbidden cover, so as to avoid the destruction of his descendants.

Different consciousnesses from all over the country have recovered and headed to the Black Great Wall at an extremely fast speed. The land of Jiuzhou has also paid a price for this, and the price is very heavy.

Mr. Fu knelt on the ground and watched the ancestors who had recovered from the land of Jiuzhou arrive at the battlefield.

The land of Jiuzhou was instantly shrouded in terrifying power, as if the gods who existed in endless years had awakened.

The proud and complacent Western powerhouses suddenly turned pale. None of them could not feel the terrifying aura, and even the faces of several god emperors changed drastically.

The God of Martial Arts sighed and said, "My country cannot destroy it. Everyone comes to it. Even ordinary people will use their own way to defend the country."

"This... how is this possible? The ancestors of California cannot recover so quickly. The sky and the underworld have not appeared yet. How can they wake up!"

"Don't believe it? But I can tell you accurately that this is the will of Kyushu and the will of the people."

After the martial god said that, he became furious and punched out, and the power was surging like a surging sea of ​​force.

Countless ancestors from the east came to kill like waves.

Miao Shuiqiu, Liu Xu and others breathed a sigh of relief, sitting on the ground like a deflated balloon. They were no longer needed on the battlefield now.

Miao Shuiqiu murmured, "Boss, why don't you wait anymore? If you wait, we will be saved..."

"Ding... Ning..."

In the distance, a man wearing enchantment armor gritted his teeth and looked at the place where Ding Ning fell, with two servants next to him.

If Miao Shuiqiu saw him, he would definitely be surprised because he was Liu Hui, who was irreconcilable with the Long family.

When the land of Jiuzhou was killed, Liu Hui was also using his own strength to help them, and also saw with his own eyes that Ding Ning was willing to die with him in order to kill an old god.

The killing did not end, and the Western camp immediately became in ruins because of the revived Eastern ancestors.

But seeing this upcoming victory, no one felt happy, everyone was silent, and their hearts were in sorrow.

In these few days, there were too many people they sacrificed, and a heavy feeling enveloped the land of Jiuzhou.

The sky suddenly changed from sunny to dark clouds, and then it was pouring rain, with dense raindrops, washing the blood-stained earth, and blood suddenly turned into a river, and many corpses were taken away by the water.

Zhongli Wushuang's strength was also very terrifying. He raised his hand and dealt with the two old gods, with tears in his eyes and headed towards the Western army.

Finally, the Western camp fled in panic, and everyone roared to the sky, with fierce hearts and announced the victory of the war.

Although they won this war and the country was saved, the price they paid for was too heavy.

Mr. Fu sat on the ground with his eyes dull, and he suddenly became much older, as if he was a few decades old.

In his eyes, there were scenes of countless soldiers sacrificing to defend the country, and the hundreds of millions of people who actively sacrificed their sacrifices to revive the will of Jiuzhou. All of this is vivid in his mind.

...

"Dad...why aren't you coming back yet?"

"Xiao Ning..."

Faces flashed before their eyes, their faces were full of grief, and a cute little girl stood in the ruins, wiping her tears, and in this world of war, they were living in a difficult situation.

Suddenly, a shell landed at their feet and quickly exploded...

"No, no, no!"

Ding Ning opened his eyes suddenly and sat up quickly. He was sweating heavily and gasping for a while. After calming down, he observed the scene around him and frowned.

This place is the decoration of ancient rooms, and the smell of sandalwood lingers in the room. Ding Ning wondered, "No? Didn't I die with that old guy? Why didn't I die? I came to such a place?"

Ding Ning patted his head, pinched his flesh, and made sure he was still alive. He thought, no, it can't be so bloody, and actually traveled through time?

Ding Ning was about to get out of bed and look around, but found that his legs were weak and he fell straight to the ground. He looked at his hands in surprise, but could not feel the power he had before.

The sound inside was also heard outside. A maid quickly opened the door and walked in, saying, "Ah! You have finally woken up, I will help you up."

As he said that, the maid easily helped Ding Ning back to the bed, and Ding Ning asked, "Who are you? Where is this? How could I be here?"

"I am the maid in the mansion, named Xiaocui. This is Nanyang Mansion. It was my lady who brought you back." The maid replied.

"Well...who is your lady?" Ding Ning said in surprise.

The maid replied, "My lady is Yin Bingqing."

"But I don't know her, why do I feel like my whole body is not under my control?"

"You've been sleeping for fifty years!"

"What? Fifty years?"

When Ding Ning heard this news, he felt like a bolt from the blue. How could he have slept for fifty years? But even so, where has his entire cultivation gone?

"Can you take me to see your ladies?"

"Yes, but you can't walk now, so I'll inform you about the lady!"

"Thank you!"

Ding Ning slowly got out of bed and tried to adapt to his body. After a few minutes, he found the feeling of walking, but he could only walk, and he could not do other large movements.

Under a pavilion on the back mountain of Nanyang Prefecture, a woman was drinking tea. The maid walked to the pavilion, bowed slightly, and said, "Miss, Mr. Ding is awake."

"Okay, you can bring him here when he can leave!"

"yes!"

The maid returned to the wing room and saw Ding Ning walking clumsyly, saying, "Young Master, please move to the back garden. My lady is waiting for you there."

Ding Ning clumsyly followed the maid to the pavilion on the back mountain. The maid said respectfully, "Miss, Mr. Ding is here."

"You go down!"

"yes!"

The woman sitting in the pavilion had long hair that was waist-length, but she was still half tied with a bun. The shaking of her head was very exquisite, and she just turned her back to Ding Ning. Ding Ning could feel that this was a beautiful beauty.

"Who are you?"

"It's me!"

The woman slowly turned around, with a sweet smile on her peerless face. Against the backdrop of a light blue robe, she looked like a fairy in the painting came to reality.

"Hiss...it's actually you!"
Chapter completed!