I Have A Bunch Of Saint Apprentices

The light cocoons shook violently wherever his fingers touched them, and the halo on them dissipated.    

As the white light gradually faded away, one after another human figure appeared.    

At first glance, one could not tell their identities.    

However, the True Martial Divine Tortoise, who was nearby, sensed the aura coming from it and suddenly widened its eyes!    

How could this be possible?    

How could there be such a divine ability in the world?    

All the cultivators present were not weak. The three million soldiers of the Demon Race and the one million Human Race below all noticed the exaggerated surprise on the True Martial Divine Tortoise's face.    

Everyone was still wondering.    

This Demon Race's supreme being had lived for countless years, and his strength and experience were at the pinnacle of the Upper Realm. What could have made him so surprised?    

Before they could guess anything, the light cocoons Shen Jun summoned shattered inch by inch, revealing the true appearance of the people inside.    

At this moment, everyone's expression was the same.    

Their eyes were wide open, and their jaws were almost dislocated.    

Four to five million Human Race and Demon Race cultivators were stunned speechless.    

Other than the sound of the wind, there was no other sound in a radius of a hundred miles!    

After the light dissipated, the human figures revealed themselves.    

They were the fifty-five Human Race ancestors who had died previously!    

Looking at the fifty-five people who were alive and well, the True Martial Divine Tortoise's mind went blank.    

He had clearly seen the way these people died.    

They were either killed by Shen Jun's disciples, self-detonated, or died from Feng Fengxia's Phoenix Formation.    

There were even more than a dozen people who directly killed themselves!    

These were all illusions? Were they blinded by the illusion technique?    

Impossible!    

Illusion techniques were originally unorthodox methods. If one wanted to deceive others with such an unorthodox technique, one had to be at least a major realm higher than the person who was affected.    

The True Martial Divine Turtle asked himself. He had cultivated for 250,000 years. In the entire Upper Realm, there might be people whose strength and realm were higher than him.    

But higher than a major realm?    

Impossible!    

Furthermore, if Shen Jun really had such a heaven-defying cultivation, why would he need to send ten thousand people to help him? He could have easily killed all of these fifty or so Human Race Patriarchs with a single second of time during the tribulation.    

But if what happened just now was not an illusion, then wouldn't this scene be even more ridiculous?    

He waved his hand and resurrected all fifty-five dead Human Race Patriarchs!    

The True Martial Divine Turtle took two deep breaths before he recovered from his shock. He looked at Shen Jun in disbelief, and his tone even carried a trace of fear.    

"Little friend Shen Jun, this... this is?!"    

Shen Jun quickly smiled and cupped his fists. He deliberately said loudly, "Senior Divine Turtle, don't panic. This is just a method of my Shen Royal Sect."    

"These old seniors didn't die. It's just that they and everyone else here were all caught in my illusion technique."    

"Don't worry, Senior Divine Turtle. I have already reached an agreement with them. They won't make trouble for us again."    

Illusion technique?    

Bullshit!    

If I believed you, then I would have wasted my two hundred thousand years of cultivation!    

The shock in the True Martial Divine Turtle's eyes did not fade at all. However, how could he, who was as shrewd as he was, not understand the meaning behind Shen Jun's words?    

He could see through the flaws, but the other onlookers could not.    

Shen Jun obviously didn't want to reveal his methods, so he just made up an excuse to brush it off.    

The True Martial Divine Turtle's reaction was not too slow either. After being stunned for a second, he laughed out loud in a very cooperative manner, "Young Fellow Daoist Shen, you have some good methods. I almost misjudged you. Hahahaha."    

Only then did Shen Jun heave a sigh of relief in his heart. At the same time, he immediately shot a grateful look at the True Martial Divine Turtle.    

As expected of an old senior.    

To be able to maintain an agile mind and react to such a situation, his experience and mentality were truly unparalleled.    

As the two of them pretended to be on the same page, the onlookers below immediately reacted and let out a long sigh of relief.    

It was so scary.    

They thought that Sect Master Shen's abilities were truly so heaven-defying that he could even resurrect from death.    

It was just an illusion technique.    

Although it was an exaggeration to deceive millions of eyes with an illusion technique, it still depended on who the caster was.    

For someone like Shen Jun, who had fought fifty-five Human Race's True Immortal ancestors alone, it was not impossible for him to fool these fellows.    

At least it was easier to accept than to be resurrected!    

Not far away, the dozens of old monsters who had just revived did not look too surprised.    

However, when they looked at Shen Jun, their eyes were filled with reverence!    

For the others, it was only a short three to five minutes.    

But for them, it had already been a whole week.    

Of course, Shen Jun was not stupid enough to summon the revived old monsters. Instead, he separated a wisp of Divine Sense and "educated" them in the ninth level of the Time White Tower.    

After torturing them for seven days and dying countless times, even the toughest bones were shattered by Shen Jun's iron-blooded methods.    

If they were unconvinced, then they could go to hell.    

If dying once was not enough, then they would die ten times. If ten times was not enough, then they would go to hell a hundred times!    

Anyway, this was the Wasteland Small World. There were only too many tortures here. There was nothing Shen Jun could not do.    

He used emotions and reason to persuade them.    

In addition, he used coercion and torture. Shen Jun easily turned these old monsters into his loyal dogs.    

It would be difficult for them not to submit to the world brand of the Wasteland Small World.    

At this moment, Shen Jun's disciples were somewhat puzzled.    

These people had attacked their master in the midst of his tribulation for no reason and even killed more than a dozen of their fellow disciples.    

With his master's protective and irritable personality, it would be good enough if he didn't chase after the sect and destroy it. Why would he personally resurrect these people?    

Something was wrong, something was very wrong.    

But very quickly, Shen Jun personally answered the doubts of the disciples.    

After he had finished acting with the True Martial Divine Tortoise, Shen Jun's expression also quickly sank.    

Indeed, if it were him in his usual personality, even if he wanted to resurrect these people, he would just have to let them die a few times and suffer a little more torture.    

But now, it was no longer possible.    

According to the system, the Upper Realm would suffer a great calamity within ten years!    

At that time, the sky would shatter, and the northern snowfield would be dyed black overnight.    

The Devil Clan from a hundred thousand years ago was about to rise again!    

And the victory of this war would directly affect the future of him and all of his disciples!    

Although the system did not explain the relationship between the cause and effect, after leaving behind such an admonishment, the system had completely fallen into a deep sleep.    

Naturally, Shen Jun did not dare to disregard the system's warning.    

In order to win the war in the future, he could not let half of the top combat forces of the Upper Realm die just like that.