Chapter 143: An inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood
Li Xiang holds the Emperor's Sword in his hand and stands between reincarnations.
Disappeared from the underworld, reincarnation no longer exists.
After death, people in the world have nowhere to go, they can only become lonely ghosts, and then their souls disappear.
now.
The hands of billions of people in the Kyushu Kingdom are all connected by the thread of reincarnation, connecting the Yin and Yang realms.
From then on, if someone dies, they can enter the realm of reincarnation and be reincarnated.
only……
Zhu Yan looked at the golden thread in his hand and frowned slightly.
He could clearly feel that his fate was bound by this thread.
As a fifth-level atavist, he has awakened the bloodline genes of ancient times.
A trace of fire power surged out, and the golden thread connecting reincarnation began to burn.
Li Xiang turned around and looked over. He was not angry because he burned the thread of reincarnation. Instead, he reminded him: "Senior, this is a way out."
If there is an accident in the future, he hopes that Yan will die on the front line, and even if his soul is broken, he will be pulled by the thread of reincarnation, reunited, and then thrown into reincarnation and reincarnated as a human being.
In this way, Kyushu warriors will no longer have to worry about anything.
When reincarnation begins, it's Li Xiang who is giving the truth to tens of thousands of soldiers on the front line.
On the northern frontline, both ordinary soldiers and returnees can enter the battlefield and fight to their heart's content.
After dying in battle, everyone can enter reincarnation and live another life.
Zhu Yan smiled, his smile proud and free, "I am the Yellow Emperor Xiaguan. How can I enter reincarnation after being the God of Fire?"
"If there is a way out, how can we go all out?"
"In the future, if you die on the battlefield, your body and soul will inevitably be destroyed."
The God of War looked at the vast land and hundreds of millions of people, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "In the future, when we go to the battlefield, our homeland will be behind us. How can we retreat?"
at the same time.
In Li Xiang's consciousness covering reincarnation, the remaining seven golden threads were disconnected one after another.
The eight war gods of the country made the same choice.
The Kyushu Kingdom has the highest fighting power, they have their pride, and they also have the awareness to live together with the country.
They did not leave any escape route for themselves.
What surprised Li Xiang even more was...
To the northwest, far away from the Kyushu border, there is a striking red thread that quietly breaks.
…
The Demonic Realm of the Far West.
An unknown mountain.
There is a man holding a broken knife to cut off reincarnation.
The red silk thread swayed and disappeared in the wind and snow.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier.
The man tied up the broken knife with a piece of cloth, carried it on his back, and walked forward step by step on the snow.
A monster with the head of a human and the body of a bird flapped its wings and circled around Wang Po.
"Wang Po, this is the thread of reincarnation. Once it is cut off, it will no longer be reincarnated after death."
"Wang Po, why didn't you run away instead of coming here to die?"
"Wang Po, the great era is coming, the human race is going to be in decline, you should join the demon race."
"Wang Po, are you crazy?"
"Wang Po, Wang Po..."
"Noisy!" Wang Po punched out, and with such force, the monster with a human head and a bird body flew backwards, and a bloody hole appeared in his chest.
The monster fell on the snow, flapped its wings a few times, but was unable to fly. It just stretched its neck, looked at Wang Po, and shouted: "Wang Po, Wang Po..."
The man named Wang Po ignored it and continued walking forward.
The snow cover is gradually decreasing.
Black stone steps are exposed on the ground.
Wang Po raised his head, and the golden light stung his eyes.
On the top of the snow-capped mountains, the sea of clouds dissipated, revealing a majestic and magnificent temple.
The light of Buddha is endless.
Wang Po stepped on the steps and continued to move forward.
Giant Buddhas appeared on both sides of the steps, looking angrily at the intruder.
Wang Po ignored it and climbed up the steps.
There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stairs in total.
The further you go up, the stronger the Buddha's light becomes and the greater the pressure becomes.
It became increasingly difficult for Wang Po to leave.
There is blood flowing from the nostrils.
Then there are eyes, ears...
Gradually, the seven orifices began to bleed.
Wang Po didn't care at all and continued to move forward.
When he finally arrived at the magnificent temple, he saw the three characters "Leiyin Temple" written on the plaque in the main hall.
Wang Po wiped the blood from his face and kicked the door open.
In the golden hall, there are Buddhas one after another, some with majestic appearance, some with angry faces, some with charity and compassion.
But in Wang Po's eyes, these Buddhas were all hideous monsters.
And the Buddha's light that fills the sky is full of demonic energy.
In the center of the main hall, there is a Buddha, with his breasts exposed and his arms slowly spread out. "Now that we have seen the future, how can we not worship him?"
Wang Po smiled ferociously, "Pretend to be a ghost!"
He slowly pulled out the broken knife on his back: "Kill a demon king and see if you can get me to the fifth level!"
…
Kyoto University, Administrative Office of Institute of Mechanical Engineering.
The door was pushed open again.
A student came in, tiptoed, and put the leave application note on the desk.
As soon as he turned around, he was caught by the counselor who had just returned from smoking in the bathroom.
The counselor asked with a straight face, "What is Zhang Zenghao doing?"
Zhang Zenghao scratched his head and hesitated, "Please, please leave."
The counselor was stunned and said, "Asking for leave again? Almost half of the people in your class have asked for leave. What are you doing?"
Zhang Zenghao was silent for a moment and said: "Go, go for a physical examination."
"You all want to join the army?" The counselor frowned and patted a thick pile of leave application notes on the table. "You all want to join the army. Do you still need to continue the teaching work in the school?"
He said earnestly, "We are a school, the highest institution of learning in Kyushu. The war is not your turn yet."
"Besides, you are not an atavist, what can you do on the front line?"
Hearing this, Zhang Zenghao's eyes lit up, "The officer at the recruitment office said that the front line needs educated and technical students like us. I majored in mechanics. There are many vehicles and combat weapons on the front line. I have been studying in the past two years.
The things can come in handy."
The counselor frowned.
Zhang Zenghao added, "Instructor, the other three roommates in our dormitory have all passed their physical examinations and will go to the military camp tomorrow. I will be laughed at by them if I stay alone in the dormitory."
The counselor didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to persuade me, but the door was pushed open again.
Dozens of students crowded in.
"Counselor, I want to ask for leave."
"Me too."
"Instructor, please take a leave."
Dormitory Building No. 8, Room 301.
The door was open and Zhang Zenghao walked into the dormitory.
"Second brother, have you asked for leave?"
"Son, how is the situation?"
The boss in the dormitory is packing his luggage, the third child is eating instant noodles, and the remaining fourth child is wearing camouflage uniforms and looking pretty in front of the mirror.
Zhang Zenghao looked sad, "Oh, I failed the physical examination."
The boss put down his clothes, walked over, patted Zhang Zenghao on the shoulder, and comforted him, "Then we won't go. Someone has to stay behind."
"Have a drink of soup," the third child brought over the instant noodle bowl, "Don't be sad, I'll give you the Luo Tianyi figure."
Zhang Zenghao's expression changed, "This is what you said!"
The third child had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
Zhang Zenghao grabbed the Luo Tianyi figure, climbed into bed in twos and twos, played with it happily, and said: "Although I failed the physical examination, because of my excellent professional skills, I was specially recruited. I will report directly to Xuanwu City tomorrow.
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"Damn it! I didn't expect that a guy like you, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, could also play dirty!"
"Mother Xipi, give me back my wife!"
Dormitory 301 became noisy.
The next day, it was still dark.
Troop trucks one after another blocked the street in front of Kyoto University.
Zhang Zenghao stood in a long queue, surrounded by classmates from his school who had signed up to join the army.
"Zhang Zenghao from the Mechanical College!" an officer shouted.
"Arrived!" Zhang Zenghao said quickly.
The officer said, "Car No. 25."
"Okay!" Zhang Zenghao trotted over. He was already halfway in the car when someone stretched out his hand and pulled him up.
Zhang Zenghao turned around and saw many banners held up at the school gate.
One of them reads:
"Every inch of mountains and rivers is an inch of blood."
