Chronicles of Heaven

The capital of the King of the Glass Buddha, the once pure glass land, is solemn, peaceful, peaceful, and clean. Everyone is carefree. All people live and work in peace. Everyone is clean and heartless.

Today's glazed pure land.

The palace pavilion still looks like the old days, but the towering stupas no longer have the luster of the past. The relics that were once inlaid on the stupas were released day and night to illuminate the city, all of them were damaged and destroyed by the demon.

The little demon is greedy.

The pagoda's gold tile roof, silver wind chimes, bronze cast Buddha statues, and paved jade bricks were all looted by the demon.

In the city's original clean and pleasant blue brick boulevard, human bones are being discarded everywhere, and those skulls and bones still have dense teeth marks.

In the big tree by the road, there are pieces of broken human skin.

Under the eaves everywhere, human muscles were used to hang a piece of fuzzy flesh, which was thickly covered with a mixture of salt and spices, which was obviously stored grain for winter.

In the city of Liuli Pure Land, there were originally springs and streams everywhere, and rivers running through the city were crystal clear. Every year, there are hundreds of flowers in full bloom. Petals, flowers, bamboo leaves, etc. fall on the water, and various fishes in the water compete for play.

Today, the water system in this city is still everywhere, but the clear water inside has turned black and red, exuding a filthy rancid smell.

Various wild boars, hares, wild rats, and wild monkeys roam the city. Various grass snakes, scorpions, toads, and tadpoles haunt the palace pavilions. Various huge mosquitoes, flies, wasps, and burdocks, etc. Build nests and fly around.

Wu Tie sat on the top of the stupa with the highest glaze of pure land, leaning against the dim, gourd-headed treasure, and gloomily looked at this tortured city beyond recognition.

Demon Supreme and a group of other strongest demons and monsters stood beside the witch iron, their eyes murmured, with a trace of enthusiasm and excitement, overlooking the city below.

Jia Ye knelt aside, and continued to silently chant the scriptures, tears like spring water, drop by drop.

A strong venomous air mixed with a monstrous evil spirit went straight into the sky, and the dark cloud covered the entire city.

There was a faint gleam of light on Jia Ye's body, and the grievances and evil spirits of Wu Tie and other people in Zhou Baizhang whoever approached were gradually melted by this gleam of light. At any time you could hear a slight sigh of relief in the void, a flash of aura, and then I didn't know where I was.

"Did your uncle Wang's brain break?" Wu Tie asked Jia Ye incomprehensibly: "You said that it was your uncle Wang who broke the glazed pure land and the Buddha Formation, which led to the glazed pure land being broken? "

Jia Ye stopped chanting and nodded slowly: "Yes. If it wasn't for Uncle Wang who took away the ancient Buddha relic in this pagoda, with the power of Buddha relic, it would at least shelter the glazed pure land for three years and five years."

Jia Ye with red eyes whispered softly: "With three years and five years of procrastination, Jia Ye has already gone to the Wu Kingdom, seeking help from His Majesty, and I will not be robbed by this glorious Buddha country."

Witch Iron was silent.

Jia Ye whispered softly: "Uncle Wang, afraid of death, in order to protect his whole family life, so he sold the entire glorious Buddha country."

With a bitter smile, Jia Ye shook his head and said, "The little monk is also afraid of death, otherwise the little monk will not delve into the way of calculation, and will not pursue the vitality in that meditation."

"Uncle Wang is afraid of death, and the little monk is also afraid of death, but if Uncle Wang can be like a little monk ... why is this, why is this?" Jia Ye pointed at the messy city below with his right hand and mumbled: "This city This city ... the efforts of countless ancestors, so many good people in the city ... "

"Wow," Jia Ye spit out blood.

Then it was as if a gate had been opened in his throat, and a spit of blood continued to spit.

"This boy is overly sad, and Yu Huo has broken his heart, hey ... Why do you make yourself angry like this? Why is it so hard?" Devil Supreme said coldly, "You don't live well ..."

Wu Tie turned back and gave a glance at Demon Supreme.

Demon Supreme closed his mouth and turned his head to look at a group of ‘hee hee ha ha’ chasing playful goblins on a street a few miles away.

Wu Tie took out a [Red Flag Novel www.hongqibook.com] a healing Bao Dan and threw it to Jia Ye.

Jia Ye spit out blood, took Baodan into her mouth, and swallowed it indiscriminately. He took a few breaths and knelt down to Wu Tieheshi: "Your Majesty, the little monk is out of shape ... but, just ... the people in the glazed land are all good people. What kind of sin do they suffer? This calamity? "

Witch Iron was silent.

After a long time, Wu Tie murmured: "Yeah, listen to you talking about the glorious Buddha country, most of the people in your country, up and down, are good people. Good people are robbed, why?

"This is an unfair thing. This is an unreasonable thing. Good people should not be subject to such calamities. Good people should not be eaten as rations by these demons, and they should not be treated as such by abuse."

"But such a thing, since it happened ... then there must be something wrong." Wu Tie muttered: "We may be able to correct this wrong thing? Can we?"

Wu Tie looked up at the sky and froze for a while.

Then he flung out his sleeves and threw the mist out of his sleeve. He said to Jia Ye: "This is the mist, the chief of the wisdom protoss of the demon in the heavens ... I think there is something wrong with them, as long as they do n’t Kill him, you can beat him at will. "

"Remember, don't kill him, because he still has value." Wu Tie said seriously to Jia Ye.

The foggy body suddenly froze. He looked at the witch iron with a look of wonder, and then hissed and screamed: "His Majesty, Your Majesty, I am loyal to you. For you, I even betrayed my own people. Now ... you can't ... "

Jia Ye's body was also stiff. He murmured, "The demon in the sky? The Protoss of Wisdom? Ha, I know you ... I know, I know ... There are many traitors in the glorious Buddha country. They are because of your confusion. Turned to the demon. "

Jia Ye gritted his teeth, and every pore was covered with golden flames. He smirked, his face twitched, and slowly pulled out an arm-sized diamond pestle from his sleeve.

Miwu looked at Jia Ye with a difficult look: "This distinguished adult, I think ... we are our own, we can talk about it."

Jia Ye banged, a diamond pestle banged on the head of the mist.

Then came the neck, shoulders, ribs, back, arms, legs, lower body, lower legs ... King Kong Ke flickered with thunder, and a dull roar continued to fall on the misty body.

Mishou dare not resist, he gritted his teeth and let the leaves beat him.

From time to time, he squeezed out a few intermittent explanations from the gap between his teeth: "This glazed Buddha country ... I, I didn't intervene ... Even if there are my people ... that's not me ... not me ... I have nothing to do . "

King Kong pestle is extremely heavy, with extremely overbearing Buddha's gate restraint on it. Each strike has the illusion of Tianlong, and the strength of each strike has the power of Wanlong. The brains of wisdom protoss from the mist are very useful, but their bones are extremely fragile.

Under the bombardment of King Kong's pestle, the mist was broken and the bones were broken, and all the internal organs were seriously injured.

He vomited blood, and looked at Wu Tie with an insatiable look-‘I ’m loyal to you ... How can you cross the river and dismantle the bridge, and forget the old man when you have a new one’?

It was a fierce and terrible assault.

After the mist was almost immature, Wu Tie put a few life-saving pills in his mouth, retracted him into his sleeve, and threw the magic mist out.

Jia Ye gritted her teeth and thumped up again.

In this way, the mist, the magic mist, and dozens of other clans of the wisdom protoss were thrown out of their sleeves by the witch iron, and Jiaye was beaten one by one.

In the end, Jia Ye dropped King Kong's pestle on her own and knelt on the top of the tower.

"Your Majesty, thank you Your Majesty ... But, what if I killed them?" Jia Ye murmured, "Your Majesty is right, something is obviously wrong. We should correct this mistake. "

The witch iron put away the last unfortunate bastard, and Shen said, "However, you can beat them for a while, and you will be more comfortable if you want. We, it's time to get serious."

Jia Ye's expression suddenly tightened, then she nodded, and stood up.

Demon Supreme and others nodded with excitement and looked in the direction of the original imperial city of Liuli Pure Land.

With a move by Wu Tie's right hand, a large amount of water vapor condensed in the void, and the water vapor quickly frozen, turning into a thin ice mirror with a diameter of several feet suspended in front of him. The witch iron locked the ice mirror in the direction of the imperial city, then chanted a spell and spit out nine breaths in a row.

A glimmer of light flickered in the ice mirror, and a large area of ​​light and light began to flicker.

The witch iron quickly looked at the changing light and shadow in the ice mirror, and finally the changing image stabilized.

This is a simple hall with jade brick paving, golden silk nanmu mixed with sandalwood as the main material, and blue glazed tile roof.

The hall has a width of thousands of feet, a depth of more than 600 feet, and the scale is quite large.

The actual space in the main hall is about a thousand times that of the external minister of the main hall. It can be seen that there is an extremely delicate space restriction in this main hall.

Now in the hall, more than a dozen long cases are lined up, covered with various wines and meats, and countless bones and residues have been discarded on the ground. The originally solemn and clean hall has been messed up.

A tall, middle-aged man born with a handsome head, wearing a slick big bald head, wearing a fluffy ribbon gown, hanging a few strings of gold bells around his waist, smiling and singing and dancing in the center of the hall. .

This middle-aged man was quite jerky when he raised his hands, apparently he was not proficient in singing and dancing.

But he worked very hard, learning that dozens of beautiful girls with bleak faces twisted their waists like that, and the golden bells hanging on their waists rang "Ding Dang Dang Dang" and kept making sounds.

In the corner of the hall, more than a dozen disheveled young girls were expressionless, holding various musical instruments and playing tunes that changed their tone.

Jia Ye looked at the scene in the ice mirror, and could not help but open his mouth wide, then he burst into tears, and smiled silently: "How is he suffering? How is he suffering? He is already in the glory of Buddha The status of tens of thousands of people, he ... he ... he ... he sold the entire glorious Buddha country just to serve ...

Wu Tie's eyes widened in shock.

This handsome middle-aged man who is dancing and singing and sweating so much is the uncle Wang Jiaye who betrayed the glorious Buddha country ...

Wu Tie murmured, "I thought, how good should he be?"

"Scared, slaves." Demon Supreme disdainfully spit on the ground.

The middle-aged man who was singing and dancing had his head as smooth as a mirror. In the middle of his head, he was imprinted with a deep red word 'slave'!

This is an insult.

Great insult.

But this one is still dancing hard, chanting a ballad, and a bright smile on his face.

His smile was so sincere that he saw no reluctance or embarrassment.

Jia Ye closed her eyes and quietly read the scriptures.

He can no longer look directly at this scene. If he can, he wants to growl and ask his uncle Wang-what do you do when you do this? Just to live?

Taking the cultivation of the middle-aged man as an example, if he was just to survive, he could flee overseas, countless large and small islands in the open sea, and he could choose an island for his life, and the boundless sea. Who could find him? Those demons, who wants to spend hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of years searching for a fugitive?

You betrayed the entire glorious Buddha kingdom. What did you ask for?

A yellow wind rolled over from the south, and an extremely large nine yellow lions broke into the glazed land and flew towards the imperial city. The closer to the imperial city, the bodies of the nine yellow lions gradually shrank. By the time he broke into the door of the hall, his body had shrunk to a dozen feet in length, and then rolled over in place and became a human figure.

The ancestor of Pingtian finally escaped all the way back to the glazed land.

It's just that the witch iron is limping faster than the ancestors of Pingtian. The witch irons bring people and rush here before the ancestors of Pingtian.

With a loud noise of 咚, the ancestor of Pingtian kicked open the gate of the main hall, and broke into the main hall in a hurry.

"It's a disaster, it's a disaster ... what about Black Dragon Zun? What about swallowing Tian Zun? What about the other brothers?" The ancestors of Pingtian shuddered, screaming at the demon Zun who sat behind a dozen long cases.

More than a dozen monsters who were eating and drinking and ‘appreciating’ singing and dancing stood up.

These demon statues staying behind the glazed land, their cultivation is the bottom of existence in the Mi Tian Demon Alliance, cultivation is far worse than the ancestors of Pingtian.

The demon tribe is an ethnic group that emphasizes strength. The strongest wins, and the big fist is the uncle. Pingtian ancestors' fists are many times larger than them, so pingtian ancestors are the uncles of the grandfathers.

"Brother Pingtian, what's wrong? Others? Didn't you take your brothers with you and follow Brother Phoebe?" A demon, a tiger head, twenty feet tall, dropped one of his hands. Thigh, asked Pingtian ancestors suddenly.

"The ship overturned in the gully ... Quickly send a message to all the brothers, and let them come here to meet with all their brilliance." Pingtian's ancestor murmured with a somber expression: "This time, maybe we can't let our gods, hehe ... "

When the witch iron's large sleeves were thrown away, those who had been subdued by violence before came to the protoss, totaling more than 20 million gods, and rolled out of his sleeve.

"Aconite, you take your brothers to be the overlord team ... let them attack the glaze of pure glass." Wu Tie whispered coldly: "The mist and the magic mist bring the people of the wisdom protoss to make plans, and the other major pros take the main attack. "

"Who dares to snub, aconite, you just have to chop their heads."