The Counterattack System is Only Available In the Mahayana Period Chapter 178

  Chapter 178 Mahayana Period—Jiang Li Period

   "Little brother, how did you come back here, why is it the same as when you left, and where are these gentlemen from?" Bu Jing asked, Jiang Li's methods were beyond his comprehension, just like a legendary fairy.

  He was blind just now, facing the tablet and turning his back to everyone, using his five senses to observe all directions, he could "see" the head of the Bu family, Bu Tian and the younger brother behind the door, but he didn't "see" the three of Jiang Li, as if they were no trace, undetectable, and out of this world.

   Now that his eyes were healed by Jiang Li, he realized that there were three other people.

  Although it was expected, the head of the Bu family and Bu Tian saw that Abu was really the ancestor's younger brother, and they still felt absurd.

  They have an extra fifteen or sixteen-year-old ancestor.

   Speaking of Jiang Li's history, Abu was very excited. Even though Jiang Li and the others have always denied that they are immortals, in Abu's eyes, Kyushu is the fairyland, and Jiang Li and the others are immortals.

   "The boundary-breaking talisman brought me to the world of Kyushu. Unfortunately, I was unlucky at the time. I fell to the extreme north and was frozen for hundreds of years. It was not until recently that it was unfrozen and they brought me here."

   "Let me introduce to you, this is Huang Jiangli from the world of Kyushu, the strongest person in Kyushu, this is Bai Hongtu, the suzerain of Taoism, and Yuyin, the empress of Tianyuan Dynasty. Both of them are in the transition period."

   "Brother, you probably don't know the concept of the Tribulation Transcendence Period. The human world in our world is called the Nascent Soul Stage in the Kyushu world. Above the Nascent Soul Stage, there are the God Transformation Stage, the Fusion Body Stage, and the Tribulation Transcendence Stage. After the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, it is Jiang Renhuang!"

  Jiang Li always felt weird when he heard this, as if he was in a state.

   "I think what Abu said is reasonable. Anyway, you are the only one in the Mahayana period now. Why don't you call it Mahayana period and change it to Jiangli period. When people see you in the future, they will point to you in surprise and say, look, that's Jiangli from Jiangli period!" Bai Hongtu suggested, thinking that his idea was very good.

   The corners of Yuyin's mouth turned up slightly, and soon he maintained his icy posture.

   "Then I suggest that in the future, whoever talks too much should just scold you, why are you so blunt." Jiang Li replied blankly, "This will be the first topic of the next Kyushu meeting."

  Bai Hongtu quickly shut up.

  Bu Jing got up, dragged her old body, and bowed deeply to the three of them. After a long time, she slowly got up: "Thank you three for bringing me back to my hometown, so that I can see my relatives before I die."

  Jiang Li had noticed long ago that the cloth was as quiet as a candle in the wind, with a faint breath of life.

  Three hundred years old is already the extreme limit of the world, and the failure to reach the top of the world, how could it be just blindness, there are too many deep-seated wounds in his body, physical pain and mental torture have been consuming this old man's few lifespans.

  He has reached his limit.

  Bu Jing seemed to know that she was going to die, she closed her eyes contentedly, with a peaceful expression...

   "Old ancestor!" Seeing this, the head of the Bu family and Bu Tian hurriedly hugged Bu Jing.

  The head of the Bu family tremblingly stretched out two fingers, put them across Bu Tian's nostrils, and said in a painful tone: "The old ancestor... fell asleep..."

  Bu Tian was sad: "Ancestor, why don't you just leave... what, fell asleep? Dad, you are playing with us, the old ancestor fell asleep and you are so serious?"

   "I'm not worried that the old ancestor won't be able to sleep." The head of the Bu family explained awkwardly. He put on his expression, but found that the old ancestor was just asleep.

   "He can live another six months and seven days plus two hours." Bai Hongtu said, although Bu Jing is getting old and feels that he will die at any time, in Bai Hongtu's view, Bu Jing can live for more than half a year.

   It is not difficult for Bai Hongtu to see how long he can live.

   "Let him have a good sleep." Jiang Li could see that Bu Jing's peaceful expression was not about to die, but to let go of the burden in his heart and fall asleep peacefully.

  Bu Jing returned to that dream again, but this time there was no younger brother.

  The surface of the river was steaming water mist, extending on both sides, with no starting point or end point. Father and mother stood on the other side of the river, calling Bu Jing's baby name to let him come over.

  Bufu and Bumu's face was covered by thick fog, making it impossible to see clearly.

  In the dream, Bu Jing was no longer an old man with a hunchback and wrinkled face, but a young and vigorous twenty-year-old. Although he was only an innate warrior, he felt more powerful than the best in the world.

  He heard his parents calling him, and strode over with a smile on his face.

  In the past, Bu Jing could only step into the river with one foot, and it was difficult to move, unable to reach the other side and hug her parents.

   But this time Bu Jing ran to the river, both feet stepped into the creek, he felt that he could run to the other side, but this time, he stopped.

  Bu Jing retreated to the shore.

   "Xiaoyin, what's the matter, why don't you come here?" Father Bu asked curiously, "Didn't you not be able to come here before even thinking about it, why can't come here this time?"

  Bu Jing had an apologetic smile on his face.

   "Father, mother, my younger brother is back. The Twelve Heavenly Kings are not dead yet. Even if I die, I will die on the battlefield of the decisive battle with the Heavenly King. If I sleep to death and go to the underworld, the real father will definitely be furious."

   A gust of wind blew away the thick fog on the river, and also the figure of Bufu Bumu.

  Bu Jing had never slept so peacefully like today. When he woke up, he found that he had inexhaustible strength, just like the energetic self in his sleep.

   "If you wake up, come out to bask in the sun." Jiang Li's voice came from next to his ear.

  Bu Jing has been hiding in the secret room for a hundred years, and the number of times she comes out is very few. Even if she leaves the secret room, she will choose the dead of night.

   Few people in the Bu family know of his existence. If he is discovered, it will definitely cause a huge commotion. Not to mention his origin, just his appearance is enough for people to spread his story to the ears of the Holy One.

  Everyone in this world can only live to be forty years old, and they will all look middle-aged until death. It is not surprising that his aging posture will be regarded as a monster by people.

   Whenever thinking of this, Bu Jing felt ridiculous and sad.

  In today's world, even the elderly have never been seen.

  It was daytime at this time, but Bu Jing still obeyed Jiang Li's words, left the secret room and came to the lobby.

   "I heard from Abu that you have memorized all kinds of martial arts cheats?" Jiang Li heard from Abu that the father of the two, Bu Wu, is the leader of the martial arts alliance, and his family has a huge collection of martial arts cheats.

   "If you are talking about martial arts cheats from three hundred years ago, I have indeed memorized them. I dare not say all of them. Seventy to eighty percent are still okay. Some are too unpopular, and I have never seen them."

   "A lot." Jiang Li nodded, "Can you write them all down?"

"Can."

  Bu Jing replied without thinking, he knew those martial arts secrets by heart, and in the dark secret room, what he did most was to study these martial arts secrets, trying to find a way to break through the extremes of the world.

   It's a pity that three hundred years have passed, and he has gained nothing.

  (end of this chapter)

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