Meteors and fire rain, black smoke fills the air, and the human world has fallen into the most chaotic period since ancient times. Although demons have not yet appeared, the demons of human nature have broken through the shackles of morality. Rape and robbery are rampant. However, it is too late for everyone to protect themselves. How can they have time?
To worry about others.【】
Disasters are like locusts crossing the border and floods raging. No one can escape this disaster. Your noble status is worthless in front of the bloody butcher knife. Only absolute strength can prolong your life. The world seems to be changing rapidly.
Degeneration, returning to the barbaric era before the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, where the weak and the strong were written in blood.
The monks who were thrown out of the Emperor's Immortal Mansion got rid of the stagnant airflow and wanted to breathe the fresh air of the outside world. However, after surviving the disaster, they were horrified to find that the world in front of them had changed completely.
It has become so strange that they can't believe it. They would rather fall asleep, at least they will wake up from the nightmare.
The monks at the Immortal Realm and above tore apart the void one after another, leading their disciples through the space tunnels, rushing towards their home lair anxiously. Even though the battle between Feng Yu and Linglong was very attractive, it was still not as important as their orthodoxy.
Now that the human world seems to be undergoing drastic changes, they must figure out how much damage their power has suffered.
Tu Yun, Zhai Xing, Bai Yu, Zi Yihou, Ji Xinlan, and Ma Sou were also in uneasy moods at the moment. Due to their friendship with Feng Yu, they just ordered their close men to retreat, while they stayed where they were, waiting for this.
The end of the most heroic battle.
The bustling excitement when they arrived has long since disappeared like a meteor streaking across the sky. The scene has become very deserted, leaving Wangchen alone. The three girls Shui Wuhen and Xiluan stood solemnly, and the Wangchen disciples behind them were also extremely nervous.
Clench your fists, and let the killing energy condense and never dissipate.
Since more than fifty years ago, the foundation of Wangchen is no longer the Wangchen Mountain Range. The fate of Qianqiu is all tied to Fengyu. Even if Fengyu is born, even if the world collapses, Wangchen's glory cannot be covered up. Even if Fengyu dies,
The prosperous age is unparalleled, and the forgotten dust is like catkins floating in the wind with nowhere to take root.
"Master Zen, I am in trouble. Please make a decision quickly to save hundreds of millions of believers from fire and water."
The few remaining enlightened Buddhas in the Zen sect were extremely saddened as they looked at the holy land of Buddhism and Taoism polluted by the surging demonic energy under their feet and defiled by the billowing atmosphere of the mortal world. They worked hard and preached for half their lives, so that everyone in Puluo Island would believe in Buddhism and wash away the dirt.
Let the pure land be flawless, but at this moment, evil thoughts are devouring good fruits, and Buddhists are like walking corpses driven by demons.
The blazing Buddha's heart made it impossible for them to remain silent. The Zen master glanced at the core of the Emperor's Immortal Mansion, which was wrapped in light. He sighed feebly and led the Zen disciples back to the Zen gate to lay out a plan to rescue Puo. He was not greedy.
, but with Feng Yu and Linglong standing in the way, unless he is prepared to die and turn into ashes, he will have no chance to get his hands on that heaven-defying treasure.
This is fate. If he hadn't been too trusting and didn't bother to fight for the key to the Immortal Mansion in person, allowing Feng Yu and the Wangchen Sect to withstand the conquest of the Immortal Buddha Alliance, everything in the Immortal Mansion might belong to him. Unfortunately, time cannot be reversed and everything is a foregone conclusion.
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"Brother Wuhen, Feng Yu seems to be in trouble."
Ma Sou's messy hair was like a bird's nest, but even Ji Xinlan had no intention of laughing at him at the moment. He also had a solemn look on his face, without any of his usual airiness.
"This is no longer a realm that you and I can speculate on, but I believe that Feng Yu will win and return safely."
A faint silver glow spread out from Shui Wuhen's body, drifting silently towards the Ice Emperor Mirror hovering in the void.
"This is?"
Everyone who saw this strange scene was surprised and astonished. Shui Wuhen was not weak in cultivation, but he was absolutely unable to participate in the battle between Feng Yu and Linglong. However, this silver glow flew into the Ice Emperor Mirror and actually made the ice as stable as a mountain.
The Imperial Realm swayed slightly, and the silver glow stained the clear mirror surface. Although it was mottled, it was still very incredible.
"The power of faith is purer and more vast than the power of thought obtained by the Zen sect to fool the people."
"Xing'er, are you sure this is the power of faith recorded in the ancient pavilion books? You can't be mistaken."
Others may have never heard of the power of faith, but Jian Chi is the former master of the Soul-Suppressing Pavilion, so he is naturally familiar with the precious ancient books in the Soul-Suppressing Pavilion.
Most of the current reputation of the Soul-Suppressing Pavilion comes from selling information and completing secret tasks for people. But in fact, thousands of years ago, the Soul-Suppressing Pavilion was famous for its puppetry and sacrifice methods to control people's souls. Unfortunately,
These two secret arts were criticized by the world, and later the Zhenhun Pavilion experienced a tragic disaster that almost wiped out the entire family. The former Pavilion Master learned from the painful experience and decided to change the sect, gave up the frightening soul magic, and started a huge family business.
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To this day, some of the methods of puppetry and sacrifice are broken, and some have been completely lost, and all the disciples of the Soul-Suppressing Pavilion, including the master of the pavilion, no longer practice it. However, there are ancient books that record the meticulous research of the soul by the ancestors.
Many of them have been passed down and have been sealed as top-secret files. No one can read them except the previous generations of pavilion masters.
Zhai Xing has been yearning for it since he heard about it when he was young. Therefore, after inheriting the position of Pavilion Master, no matter how busy his affairs were, he tried his best to spare time to read ancient books about the soul.
There was an ancient book that gave a brief description of the power of faith, saying that it was unique in the power of thought and that it was almost as difficult to derive it as climbing to the sky. As for the specific requirements, there was no description in the ancient book, but Zhai Xing noticed that page
The last sentence is, 'Faith, no matter how small or magnificent, has the unpredictable power of gods and ghosts to reverse the will of God'.
"I believe it too."
There was another galaxy-like silver glow, a bit more majestic than Shui Wuhen's. Xi Luan's eyes were lingering with a mysterious force. It was not breathtaking, but it made people admire it from the bottom of their hearts.
"We believe that too."
Xue'er held Wu Xie's hand tightly, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Their warm smiles made the number of silver lights on the mirror continue to increase.
The Ice Emperor Mirror was infected by the silver glow, and wisps of smoke were flying around the mirror body like countless divine phoenixes. Tiny traces of fingernails were actually left on the Ice Emperor Mirror. This kind of shock was comparable to the catastrophe of the human world. It was a divine weapon.
The main body is almost immortal. It is extraordinary that the power of faith of a few people can shake it. At this moment, it is actually causing minimal damage to it. This is not a dream.
Ma Sou pinched the back of Jian Chi's hand hard, but Jian Chi didn't respond. After hesitating, Ma Sou kicked Jian Chi's lower body. In an instant, blood filled Jian Chi's eyes, and he was heartbroken.
He roared wildly and held his baby with both hands, neither rubbing nor patting it. If the pain hadn't been so excruciating that he couldn't move his legs, he would have definitely pounced on Ma Sou and bit off Ma Sou's ear.
Seeing Jian Chi's expression of bitterness and hatred, Ma Sou shook his head helplessly and said aggrievedly, "If you feel it, just say it. If you don't say you hurt me, I'd think you were dreaming. I'm not in my dream."
Stop kicking that thing of yours, and don’t be so angry. You are so old, and that thing won’t have much effect on you anyway, right?”
Hearing Ma Sou's nasty words, Ji Xinlan's face turned slightly red and she spat lightly, "You old guy, you are so immoral."
After a moment's delay, the sword madman gritted his teeth and cursed, "Why don't you motherfucker find a piece of tofu to kill you? Don't judge others by yourself. My baby is still very strong, unlike your matchstick, which is dry and dry."
It’s flat, no wonder it’s never been used.”
The two sworn enemies were about to fight each other. Zhai Xing and Tu Yun had a tacit understanding and pulled the two away from each other, thus preventing them from getting into a fierce fight regardless of the situation.
Ma Sou and Jian Chi fought endlessly for the dignity of men, but Feng Yu of the Ice Emperor Mirror survived from a desperate situation. The Nine Nether Gate hanging on the sky of the human world swallowed up the power that was originally absorbed by Ice.
The Imperial Mirror was completely blocked outside the mirror, but the power of faith made many small holes. The small holes were so small that they could not hold up the sand to form a tower. The power of the Nine Netherworld entered the universe of ice through countless small holes.
So Feng Yu was no longer alone and helpless. Although it was difficult to break through the prototype universe in the Ice King Mirror for a while, he finally found a loophole in Perfection. With the loophole, the problem would not be solved anywhere.
"Damn ants, you actually ruined my good deeds. I originally planned to destroy you and bring them all together again, but now they are seeking death, so don't blame me for sending them on their way ahead of time."
Whether the Ice Emperor hates the four Shui Wuhen or not is the biggest joke. At this moment, she and Feng Yu are equally matched. She can accept Feng Yu's provocation, but what are the four Shui Wuhen? Their cultivation is weaker than hers.
A lot of it, how dare you do it to her
The destruction even caused the Ice Emperor Mirror to have a slight flaw. Although this flaw can be restored to its original state after being sacrificed by her true body, it is still a shame and humiliation. It is not enough to torture their souls. How can the Ice Emperor keep it?
their lives.
"Don't do anything, or I will kill you without a burial place."
Feng Yu's anger burned fiercely, and the Heavenly Fire Xuanjian broke through the ice. The Suzaku that merged into Luan Feng's heart surrounded him, tearing apart icebergs one after another.
"At this point, you still dare to be cruel to me. I want you to kneel down to me immediately, otherwise today next year will be the death anniversary of all of them. I will do what I say."
Ice Queen's patience had been exhausted by the torture, and she could no longer care about her status. She wanted Feng Yu to lose, and she wanted to humiliate him severely to eliminate the hatred in his heart.
"If you have the ability to target me, as long as I'm here, you can't even think of touching them." Feng Yu said coldly, waving the Nine Nether Order, the Heavenly Fire Mysterious Mirror burned, and the ice universe shook in an instant, and the ice and snow melted. Although the Dao Stone is precious
, but it is a dead thing after all. How can the Ice Emperor Mirror be made into a rudimentary universe condensed by the gift of Father God, just like Qingxuan's broken three thousand paths.
"You've said this more than once. I didn't bother to do it before, but your provocation has exceeded my bottom line. What's going to happen later is all because of you. If you don't want to take it easy, then I'll use you.
Let’s spend the rest of our lives regretting the wrong decision we made today.”
The Ice Emperor's eyes were already red, and he looked down at Feng Yu coldly and arrogantly.
As the Ice Queen, loved by heaven and earth, the only regret in her life is being betrayed by An Ruo Ling. Apart from that, no one or anything can upset her and make her angry. Feng Yu can force her today
At this point, a gap has been dug in the dam, and what awaits him will surely be a torrential flood.