Chronicles of Heaven

Liuli Buddha Kingdom, where the tomb of the monk is located.

The original green pine and cypress, as well as the lotus and linden trees on the ground, have been demolished by the demon herd.

The monumental forests, the archways, and the magnificent and beautiful stupas were also smashed. The relics left by the monks of the past were all scavenged by the demon lords and became their treasured treasures.

Only the middle of the mausoleum, an ordinary granite stele, was spared because of its ordinary material and unremarkable material.

This granite stele is one of the oldest steles in the state of Liuli Buddha.

It is recorded in ancient scriptures above. The founder of the Glass Buddha Kingdom struggling to survive in the terrible plague among the thorns and venomous wolves in the field, and healed the people, and finally got lucky to inherit the ancient Buddhist ancestors, leveling the thorns, Kill the wolves and venomous snakes, wipe out the plague, and lead the tribe to avenue the blue lines and build the glory of the glorious Buddha kingdom.

Jia Ye held a lotus sword, and a sword cut the surviving granite stele, revealing the size of a thumb at the core of the stele, and the milky white relic.

Without the sacred light and the rush of Buddha power, the power of this relic is very ordinary.

Placed in the glorious Buddha Kingdom that was not broken by the demon, the master of this relic can use his cultivation to be a little good leader in the villages and towns at the lowest level, even the village head is ineligible.

The master of this relic was the first monk of the Liuli Buddha Kingdom, the ancestor who had inherited the ancient Buddhist ancestry.

His cultivation is not very strong, and at the end of his life, he is only a half-step cultivation of the realm of the gods.

The relic he left was also because of the curse blessed by the monks from generation to generation in the granite stone, which maintained the original appearance. Otherwise, the quality of this relic would have been shattered by years.

"Ancestral generation to generation, blood and tears endured, and finally became a glaze of pure glass." Jia Ye bowed down to the relic, stood up, muttered silently, two lines of tears shed from his face, When it landed on the ground, there was a faint light pattern.

"Look at the ancestral tombs of today ... Han Chan, aren't you guilty?"

On his head was a **** 'slave' character. Nine blood caves were still bleeding on the back of his head, and the uncle Wang Cicada chuckled and smiled: "Guilty? Why do I feel guilty? I just want to go all out Family life ... "

Jia Ye turned, and a sword split off the head of Han Chan.

He said indifferently: "Because of your life, so you sold the life of all the people in Liuli Buddha?"

Behind Han Chan, a group of men, women, and children lay on the ground, screaming exhaustedly. A few cute boys and girls who were born bright and screamed exhaustedly: "Uncle Jiaye, Uncle Jiaye ... Rao Ming, Rao Ming ..."

Jia Ye raised the lotus sword in his hand. He smiled with tears and looked at the family members of hundreds of chilling cries with tears: "But who can spare the lives of billions of Lili Buddha nations?"

"As a monk's blood, we can't shelter the believers Li Min, but let them suffer horrendous calamities ... the sins in us cannot be washed away in a lifetime."

"This account, I'll pay back ... you, you can be relieved."

Jian Guang flashed, and in the shouting shout, the blood clan of the Liuli Buddha Kingdom, except for Jia Ye, was completely destroyed today.

'Dang 啷 Dang', the lotus sword fell to the ground, Jia Ye fell to his knees, worshipped and worshiped the first monk's relic, "Down the butcher knife, I can't become a Buddha ... from today, the Qingdeng Xiaomiao, The monk writes the blood sutra ... repentance ... atonement. "

With the sound of "咚", Jia Ye scratched his head on the ground, his forehead bumped, and blood flowed across his face.

He reached out and stained his blood. On the half of the granite tablet in front of him, he wrote in a stroke by stroke a scripture that transcended the undead and washed away sin. Under the blessing of his Buddha power, the mantra shone brilliantly on the stele and deeply entered the stele.

In the distance, Pig Gangyi pricked the rake with both hands, resting her chin on the tail of the rake handle, and looked at Jia Ye with emotion: "It's a cruel little guy ... hmm ... But these people are really troublesome."

"What did you do so lifelessly?"

"Isn't he left with his handle? Find a few handsome girls,‘ crappling ’, and have a lot of cubs. Do n’t a family just hold up like that?”

Gently patting on his fat belly, the pig just murmured: "Look at our family, how many people have died in the war? Find a few old-mother-pigs, a crackle can give birth to more than ten births, and it will recover in one year. Vitality ... How big is it? "

Jin Yanzun crouched on the eaves beside him, holding a huge peach in his hands and squinting.

After hearing the words of the pig Gangi, the Golden Eyed Monster couldn't help sneering again and again: "Old-mother-pig? Why don't you go to the mother cockroaches? People can give birth to tens of thousands and tens of thousands. This is the endless grandchildren. ! "

As soon as the pig's eyes were brightened, "Here it makes sense? The few strongest mother-cockroaches before our demon kingdom, after being transformed into human figures, have actually been saved."

‘吭吭’ coughing a few times, Lao Lao, a few old monsters, glide past slowly.

Laozhu glanced at the pig pig, and muttered in a low voice: "Mouth face, mouth face, pack up ... don't make a joke, don't make a joke ... Well, Lao Tzu's face has been lost by your fools. "

Over the glazed clear land, the huge all-spirit eclipsed Shenzhou is surrounded by countless battleships and quietly suspended at a height of hundreds of miles from the ground.

Wu Tie sat on the throne of the bow, frowning at the report in his hand.

All spirits annihilate the Shenzhou. The whole body is constantly shining with magnificent light, those demon lords who have been killed and captured, and the giant demon in the realm of gods. They are being smelted by the melting pot of the avenue and constantly being smelted into the huge ship. .

Each of the destiny demon bones of the gods in the realm of the gods is integrated into the giant ship, which can make the giant ship a powerful quarter.

After a demon's destiny demon bone is incorporated, the comprehensive performance of the huge giant ship can quickly soar.

In addition to the masters of the Mojia, Lijia, Yuanjia and other major gate valves, they are constantly engraving matrix formations and blessings in the interior of the hull in accordance with the drawings given by the witch iron, and constantly improve the function of this giant ship. Every moment, with the flashes of streamers, everyone can feel the breath of the giant ship constantly improving.

The witch iron finger tapped the handrail of the black iron throne, and the report in front of him was really shocking.

The Liuli Buddha Kingdom, all elderly people over the age of 60, were all killed.

All children under the age of ten were killed on the vast land.

According to the confessions of several giant monsters who could not endure torture and finally spoke, the group monsters received the decree of the so-called ancestors of the monster tribe, letting them slaughter the people of the glazed Buddha country to offer sacrifices.

According to the decree's request, among the trillion people of Liuli Buddha Kingdom, one million people can survive!

The demon princes are treacherous and cunning. They beheaded and killed all children over the age of sixty and under ten years old. Such a large glazed Buddha country almost slaughtered 60% of the population. This is such a huge number, they believe that it is enough to hide the ancestors and satisfy them.

And the remaining young people over the age of ten and under the age of sixty are enough to quickly restore the population after this calamity, resume production, and become slaves to the demon, and provide them with blood food and all kinds of fine for generations. Ethnic crafts.

The plan of the demon group can be called 'perfect'.

It is just that the poor people of the Liuli Buddha Kingdom, the elderly and children of every household are beheaded, and a large number of young people are thrown into the soup pot as blood.

The heavenly courts retreated, and the army of the Wu Kingdom annihilated the demon herds in time, but the families of the Liuli Buddha nations hung out their white crickets, and every family could hear a terrible cry, and the resentment over the entire Liuli Buddha country rose like **** on earth.

The order of the entire Buddhist kingdom, as well as the social structure, has collapsed.

Huang Lang whispered to the witch iron: "Your Majesty, those renegade traitors who have turned to the demon to provide them with convenience and open the gates of the city when the demon is attacking them are now being severely identified."

Wu Tie nodded his head, dropped the report in his hand, and said lowly, "It's shocking, and it's almost devastated ... these traitors, the door is extinct, it goes without saying. What about those monsters who have captured ..."

A glance in the direction of Dongzhen Buzhou, Wu Tie remembered those weird heavenly army.

"The number of monsters that have been captured is so huge, and together with those monsters who have been captured, they have to sacrifice once ... We need to quickly improve the comprehensive strength of Wu Country. That heavenly court, the visitor is not good, and it is difficult to deal with."

Huang Lang and others have seen the battlefield records of Xiahou's anonymous report.

Those strange atmospheres, trillions of people are like a single heavenly court elite, and the heavenly court officers who are constantly resurrected, and each time are stronger than before, have impressed them extremely deeply.

"A sacrifice again, the generals and gatekeepers of the military kingdom, the total number of senior ancestors can reach three thousand." Wu Tie glanced at the ancestors of the major families present: "A total of one thousand people before There are also 2,000 places, and each of you chooses twice the number of places you have previously submitted to Huang Lang. "

The number of demon monsters is huge. After being defeated, the number of demon monsters who surrendered on their knees was more than ten times that of the demon kingdom and demon army that had been sacrificed before.

Although the overall quality of these group demons is not as good as that of the magic army, the number is enough to cover the quality gap.

The witch iron figured it out. If no reservations were made this time, the number of honorable people in Wu country should be able to exceed 10,000. Three thousand are reserved for the generals and gatekeepers of the Wu country, and the other seven thousand people are reserved for the witches. The other part of the quota may be reserved for the heads of branches of the tribe from the underground world of the kingdom of Fuxi.

The Wu State is not a purely human nation, and there are many branches of the Pangu ethnic group living together.

These branch aliens also need the peak strong to sit in the town, otherwise their ethnic groups will surely gradually lose their status within the Wu State and even become the target of bullying, which completely fails the original intention of Witch Iron.

Therefore, a bowl of water should be leveled.

The witch iron realized that it couldn't be absolutely fair, but at least it wouldn't be too skewed.

It's enough to be worthy of your conscience.

Huang Lang and others went busy.

To prepare a large-scale sacrifice, the acolyte and other gods also prepare a ritual to intercept the sacrifice.

The gigantic glazed Buddha country has heavy deaths and injuries, and the loss of wealth cannot be counted. Officials at all levels have been swept away by the demon. All officials have become the first batch of blood food for the demon. The big country of Buddhism is completely scattered. situation.

In order to settle these Buddhist people for the rest of the life after the calamity, and not to cause disasters among them, Huang Lang and their literary ministers were too busy.

Fortunately, the people of Liuli Buddhism practiced Buddhism classics, and their nature was generous and gentle. Even after the calamity, they maintained the last trace of rationality. Witch Iron was not worried about any huge turmoil.

If it was replaced by the Supreme Demon Kingdom, the witch iron would not be so relieved.

Battleships flew in all directions, and Huang Lang and other ministers set off.

The witch iron sits on the throne, and as his orders are promulgated in public in the zen forests of the Ruri Buddha Kingdom, the name of the witch iron begins to be known to the people of the Ruri Buddha country.

In the sky, a glittering purple gas light rolled down like a river, whistling and rushing down.

When it was about to land, the purple light of a hundred miles wide suddenly separated, 40% of which fell on the witch iron, 30% fell on the many masters who participated in the battle, and 30% was evenly distributed to all the participants. Military generals.

Even the giant soldiers have a touch of golden light and purple air in their bodies.

Witch Iron also doesn't know what use these metals have for these merits, but it should be a good thing to come.

"Heaven, a strong enemy ... when you strengthen your strength." Behind Wu Tie, a huge round of friends, completely condensed into substantial medicinal golden cakes emerged, the large golden cakes slowly rotated, as the sky continued to merit golden light continuously Incorporating, the diameter of the golden pancake is still increasing rapidly.

"These merit powers ..." Wu Tie groaned for a while, he grabbed the yellow sword floating around him, and drew it down.

The huge mermaid gold cake “Dola” was split into two pieces, of which a 30% piece was turned into a rich golden-purple Changhong, and “Walala” came into the heart of Wuxi Iron with a tide-like sound.

The mass of innate aura in the witch iron mind was shaking violently, and the huge merit and golden light was continuously injected into the innate aura, which nourished the innate aura becoming larger and more solid.

"Tao, I, go, one!" Wu Tie silently transported the exercises in the "Yuan Shi Jing", and his gorgeous road pattern like a dragon and a phoenix appeared constantly.

A thunderbolt flashed in the void, and the witch iron's innate aura, which had swelled to a hundred feet in size, suddenly broke down, and a group of them returned to the size of the water tank.

A laziness that made people lazy and didn't want to move came. Wu Tie's spirit was strong, and his strong body suddenly dried up and shrank.

The breath of huge blood rushed into my mind and merged with the innate aura of light that split apart.

Void trembled, a peculiar road pattern looming over the witch iron's head, and then one by one, the peculiar and shining road patterns appeared quietly. Supported by a huge amount of merit, these doctrines were originally half-empty and half-solid, but now they are rapidly being consolidated.

In Yuan Shi Jing, the Three Thousand Avenues are printed with the support of huge merits and strengths, and they are transformed into decay and formed in an instant.

The witch iron's flesh was almost dried up, and on the throne, there was only a dried-up skeleton-like humanoid thing sitting.

Condensing Taoism not only consumes the innate aura, but also the source of the soul and soul, but it also consumes a lot of energy of its own blood.

At the same time, the three thousand seals were gathered, and the essence of the witch iron deity was almost evacuated.

The three corpses avatars and the six avatars flashed at the same time. They shook their heads one after another with fangs and grins, and then quickly extracted their own spirit and injected them into the witch iron body.

The witch iron dried up like a skeleton body began to recover, and a trace of flesh quickly plumped.

Wu Tie Shen said: "Take all the hearts of those demon lords, and use their essence and blood for their own purposes."

The remaining seven successful virtues also exploded into the witch iron's brain. Witch iron quietly said: "Heaven ?? I now have the capital so extravagant and wasteful, but I want to know, what kind of confidence do you have to do such a arrogant thing. "

With a humming sound, the one-to-one correspondence between the 84 thousand side gates appeared simultaneously on the surface of the witch iron.

"My God ..." Canghaidao people mourned in unison.