Legend of the Cultivation God

As soon as the holy anointing oil came out, the sacred songs in the mile of the mile, the overwhelming light of the sacred light shines out from the liquid. In the light, a pure impatiens, a splendid olive branch, a string of fullness The strange appearance of the grape, a kind of fullness, joy and involuntary is born from the heart of Xiao Hua.

The holy anointing oil seems to be colorless, pouring down from the head of the angel Zhang Jie, and quickly infecting Zhang Jie’s long hair, forehead, neck... while sliding down the white robe, it also infiltrates her spirit, countless blood and light The ghostly mourning was wiped out in this holy oil, and countless darkness was also expelled from the body of Zhang Jie by the holy oil, turning into black silk and falling into the void.

However, after the holy anointing oil has painted Zhang Jie’s spirit, it has even dripped between her ankles. Hundreds of tiny black lines are still like snakes, hidden in her spirit, entangled Her heart and lungs are waiting!

"Hey..." Zhang Jie looked down at the black line in his own body. He seemed to be talking to himself. He also seemed to explain to Xiao Hua. "There is a lot of trouble in wearing the human body. It is not only contaminated with human nature, but also Unconsciously, I was immersed in sin! The initiality of man is sin, and it is natural to fall into the sin of sin.

Xiao Hua is puzzled and wonders: "Zhang Jie, my humanity has a cloud of Confucianism, the beginning of man, the nature is good. The **** is similar, Xi Xiangyuan... I don't know the meaning of the person in your mouth, what does it mean? And, you Doesn't it mean that this holy anointing oil is a good thing to sue and rehabilitate? Why can't you still recover?"

Zhang Jie looked at Xiao Hua, and looked at the utensils above his head. He said: "The person looks like a child at first, but it is like white paper. But in fact, his nature has already formed. This is No environment can change! And since it is a person, it becomes a person, and naturally it is a sinful presence. There is no body without sin in this world! Why is it not the beginning of human nature?"

"This..." Xiao Hua said with a slight smile, "If so, is there only a sin of the angel's spirit?"

"This is of course!" Zhang Jie said without hesitation. "Only the spiritual body I personally created by the Holy Lord is not guilty!"

"But!" Xiao Hua did not tell her more truth, smiled. "Don't say this, you still have to expel the human form of sin!"

"But it's a little trouble!" Zhang Jie browed his head, raised his hands, pinched a weird hand on his chest, and then praised him, and the sound of prayer gradually came out. Xiaohua, the voice of prayer, couldn’t understand it, but he felt the devoutness inside. The voice of this prayer was low first, then sorghum, and the olive branches, grapes and other things that flashed in the sky before, gradually came out of the cold, and the meteorites. , a stream of water, a shot of a sword, one by one, the star of the cross! Waiting for the cross star to fill the sky, the praise in Zhang Jiekou became a hymn. This hymn is not the same as the previous Xiao Hua, full of grief, sadness, disappointment and helplessness, and the rhythm is increasingly low and silent. Even the whole world is filled with despair.

Suddenly, all the cross stars were filled with a little blood, and then the container filled with holy oil was poured again. A bright turbulence fell from the vessel and it fell on the top door of Zhang Jie!

"Hey..." Seeing that the color of the turbulence turned out to be red and bright, Xiao Hua was shocked and thought that what had changed, just wanted to raise his hand to stop the room, where the turbulence was, and where all the blood of the cross star was. Suddenly, there is a holy lamb!

But seeing this lamb looks at it very quietly lying there, with great grief in his eyes.

"Hey? What is going on here?" Xiao Hua stunned, looking at the purity and holiness of the Lamb, and took it back, because this holiness is pure, and there is no connection with the blood sea!

However, Xiao Hua’s hand has just retracted. “Hey...” The lamb screamed, and there was disappointment. The whole body was bleeding, and for a moment, the blood stained all the cross stars, even the holy vessels. Bloody, turbulent and bloody!

At the same time, an unparalleled sacred force actually rushed out of the bloodstream, and it was fiercely rushing to Xiaohua than the sky. Xiaohua had no resistance at all. It has been launched thousands of miles away by this holy force! However, what makes Xiao Hua worry is that this holy force has the power to destroy the earth, but the inner breath is loving, falling on the golden body of Xiao Hua, gentler than the breeze. Several times, even a trace of light and shadow of the golden body did not shake!

Xiao Hua’s heart was a bit stunned, and then looked up and saw that it was full of love within a thousand miles. Although the cross star on the cross was full of blood, this blood color is completely different from the blood of the Nether and the sea of ​​bitter sea! A translucent, a kindness, a forgiveness, an unparalleled love that comes out of this blood...

The whole world is like this, Zhang Jie is filled with blood, but where the blood flow is over, the black silk that Zhang Jie called sin is swept away, what is fallen, what is wrong, what decay is turned into this blood. Nothing!

"Boom..." Even in the **** color dripping Zhang Jie's foot, a fresh raw smattered from Zhang Jie's foot neck, rushing up to Zhang Jie's body, "Ha..." a sacred sacred language From the mouth of Zhang Jiekou, Zhang Jie’s seven-legged wings opened again, and a layer of holy flames seemed to leap from the void, and a huge impatiens appeared in front of Xiao Hua’s eyes.

This impatiens bloom with a petal, it is dazzling!

"Zhang Jie is going to advance!" The Wudao people have not spoken. At this time, he suddenly spoke. "I don't want her to leave. It may take her to break the fairy tales!"

Xiao Hua blinked his eyes and saw it clearly. Just next to Zhang Jie’s light feathers, another light plum was born, but this light feather was only contoured and not clear, but the light feathers screamed, “Booming... The sound of thunder and light immediately fell from the high heavens, and the law of heaven and earth on the rainy days of the mainland immediately fell like a rope, and all the rules that would transcend the rainy continent were imprisoned. However, with this thunder, the pure white color of the sacred color is like a turbulent flow in the sky, and the breath that surpasses the heavens and the earth falls on Zhang Jie's body...

“Zhang Jie...” Xiao Hua suddenly said, “What is your cultivation for?”

"Xiao Hua..." Zhang Jie did not answer Xiao Hua’s question, but said faintly, "You give me holy oil, it is great grace! And, I also honestly tell you, inside the utensils you gave me, In addition to the holy anointing oil...and the Holy Blood! The Holy Blood is supreme in my holy light! I don't know how you got the Holy Blood in this world, but I remember it! But End is Ende. This is a small person. I can't give up the great love of the Lord for this kind of self. The other side is the crystallization of the great love of the Lord. I can't discard it, so Xiao Hua, I am sorry!"

Said, Zhang Jie raised his hand, a pure crystal-like arm crossed the thousand miles to Xiao Hua's eyes, the slender hand is with the power beyond the heavens and the earth to catch Xiaohua, the fiber has not fallen, Xiaohua's left space has been Imprisonment.

"Daoyou..." Xiao Hua was crying and laughing. He looked at the humanity of Wu Dao. "Look, you still want people to help. This is good, let's get started!"

"Even so, I am still afraid that she will not be successful?" The Wudao people did not take it for granted. "If she disagrees... let us agree with her!"

Xiao Hua naturally can't be shackled. His figure is swaying, and the whole body is thunderous, and the force of imprisonment is crushed.

"Xiao Hua..." Zhang Jie’s voice sounded like a sound of heaven. "You are struggling, I only need the other side, I will never hurt you!"

"The other side is in my hands, more useful than in your hands!" Xiao Hua smiled slightly and raised his hand to shoot his own door. "Boom..." The Buddha's light from the sky went up against the sky, and the Buddha's light fell, with the light of the miles. When they collided together, countless “Zi La La...” sounds came out one after another. At the same time, Xiao Hua’s hand-painted Buddha’s seal, the mouth of the Buddha, “Nan No Maitreya Buddha...” Then the Buddha’s palm gently sent, It was just above Zhang Jie’s slender hand, “Boom...” The roar of the sky was revived, and the entire Wanli’s Tianyu was like a tumbling boiling water.

"Buddha!!!" Zhang Jie's hand was blocked, but she smashed the power of the light, and did not fall into the wind. The crystal arm was only stagnant for a moment, and it was stretched over, even Zhang Jie was surprised. The anger on his face is thicker, and even the reborn savvy is more powerful. "You are actually a Buddhism disciple??"

"How about the Buddhism disciples? There is also a witch who is a soul repairer!" The Wudao people saw the situation is not good. When the top door was shot, the three corpses of the sin also thundered again, and the witchcraft turned into a majestic mountain. The mighty momentum of the law of heaven and earth will force the light of the near left to retreat.

"An angel can mourn the world, the Lord can redeem people with love, why can't the Buddha save the world with compassion? Why can't I help the people with kindness?" Xiao Hua laughed and screamed, "If the angel of the Holy Light Like the narrowness of yours, how is the holy light world a deadly enemy of the Buddha?"

As Xiao Hua’s voice sounded, but the Buddha’s light was everywhere in the vicinity of Wanli, the Buddha’s golden body with no great compassion and pessimism in the south slowly emerged. However, because Xiaoyu is the interface of Xiaohua’s evidence, this Buddha’s golden body is the truth, and Xiaohua’s eyes are slanting in the air, and the two scorpions are not only surging in the thunder, but also surging the unspeakable compassion. A kind of heart, the sorrow of the world, the breath of the world, from the light of the Buddha, this breath is obviously weaker than the holy atmosphere of the Holy Light, but the love in the breath is not inferior to the great love in the holy atmosphere!

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