Chronicles of Heaven

Lord Heifeng fell heavily to the ground, howling in hysterics.

A quarter of an hour later, his terrible tragic sound finally disappeared. Xia Rumeng, who was covered in blood, panted, slowly straightened her waist, and gracefully waved the silver sword in her hand, smiling at the faceless Buddha.

Living in the air and raising the body, this Xia Xia dream comes from noble birth, after becoming a horse, it is even more precious.

At this moment, where can he see the wolf howling of the bottom **** of the Savage Gods of the last generation, showing his grace and luxury as the top aristocracy, even if covered with blood, he is still very elegant.

Flicked off a drop of blood hanging from the sword's tip, flipped the palm of the hand, and the sword turned into a stalk of sword immersion into the arm.

Xia Rumeng held his back, raised his blood-stained face, and looked at the sky with a smile, "Big abbot, we have no way back."

The faceless Buddha looked at Xia Rumeng coldly: "Yeah, His Highness Ma, we have no way back."

They seem to have forgotten that they are cousins ​​of their uncle.

They intentionally forgot that they were cousins ​​of their uncle.

Things of yesterday, such as withered yellow flowers, will be forgotten after all.

They are now a high-profile abbot of the Honglian Temple, and a dignified dynasty horse of the dynasty ... Oh no, the divine Duke of Wuguyipin.

The Duke of Zhenman has a rougher name, but has a deep flavor. Xia Rumeng is a treasure, very cherished and loved.

The same goes for faceless Buddhas.

Xia Rumeng thought exactly the same as what he thought.

There are no more cousins ​​numbered in black and white. The previous life has become a dream completely. Only the life now is true.

"Your Majesty said, we need to deal with all the follow-up." Xia Rumeng's magical power is like a wave of water, covering the entire county. The county was withered, and the people did not exist, and all the young people were forced by the thieves.

Other old and weak women and children, or were beheaded directly on the day of city break, or these days of unbearable humiliation have died.

The rest of the young and strong were all shocked, and many people's eyes were scattered and insane, already schizophrenic and completely collapsed.

"These divine, high gods, the trouble they caused, we have to end." The faceless Buddha sighed: "This is the cause and effect. Without our shelter, our indulgence, their blood and blood clones, how? Maybe such a big mess in the Chao Dynasty? "

After a long sigh, the faceless Buddha flew up into the sky.

A round of golden light rose up behind his head, and a golden wheel of merit with a diameter of hundreds of feet emerged. The golden light and purple gas shone like a scorching sun and illuminated the void of tens of thousands of miles.

Compared with the big golden cake behind the witch iron brain, the faceless Buddha's merit golden light is tens of thousands of times worse in quantity and quality, but the merit golden wheel with a diameter of hundreds of meters is also really amazing.

Really, as the abbot of Honglian Temple, if he wants to do evil, he can be guilty of evil; if he wants to be good, then the merit is rolling in, even without the monk himself.

"This merit, the poor monk is ashamed, and I will return it to you today."

The faceless Buddha gave a loud sigh, and then began to recite the ultra scriptures of Honglian Temple. Countless gold lights smaller than the sesame seeds condensed into words like a substance, torrential rain spouted from his mouth, and fell to dozens of counties and counties attacked by Heifeng Laozhai in all directions.

King Heifeng just attacked these counties for wantonly evil, wantonly evil, and did not draw the spirit and essence of these ordinary people.

Dozens of counties and counties have turned into dead domains. The atmosphere between the heavens and the earth is extremely strong, and the souls of countless killed people are entangled with the atmosphere, stranded between the remnants and walls, and fail to enter the reincarnation for the first time.

The golden light of the sky fell, and each golden light text was integrated into a spirit.

All the translucent, spirits wrapped in a touch of golden light smiled, and flew up from the ruins, kneeling and saluting to the faceless Buddha, and then silently melted in the void.

The golden wheel of merit behind the faceless Buddha shrank a little, and the people killed in dozens of counties and counties were properly overdone in a very short period of time. With the blessing of golden merit sacrifice by the faceless Buddha, these people's natural qualifications in the next life will definitely be above their peers.

In the city, those young people who were lucky enough to survive were also golden light.

They smiled one by one, their expressions suddenly became extremely relaxed, their muscles slackened, they fell to the ground, and slept heavily. All the negative energies in their hearts are eliminated by the merit golden light, and they can live very smoothly in the future.

Dozens of counties and counties that were originally gloomy and gloomy soon became windy and sunny, and they were alive and peaceful.

The faceless Buddha and Xia Rumeng salute the young and sleeping in the ruins, then turn around and walk away.

"Poor monk, this is the faceless Buddha of the three Buddhas in Honglian Temple ... has seen His Majesty the Horse."

"The monk is polite. I'll wait for more exchanges in the future."

"That's the truth ... Ma, please!"

"Please, next place, half a day away."

In the vast void and dark space, in a huge mountain range flying fast in the void, simple and rugged palaces stand tall.

The Savage Gods are divided into several gods. According to their bloodline, they worship the God of War, the God of Violence, the God of Killing, the God of Cruelty, and the God of Courage.

Outside of the shrine dedicated to the **** of violence, in a small hall covering an area of ​​acres, an angry roar slammed. The next moment, a terrible crackling sound of the bones sounded, and the limbs of several beautifully born ethnic girls were twisted, drawing a sharp parabola and being thrown out of the palace.

"Humble ... Humble ..."

A seven-to-eight-foot-tall man with muscle knots and green skin, the thick blood vessels of the sea bowl bulge from under the skin, and the giant man beating like a python rushed out of the temple, roaring hysterically.

"Traitor, **** traitor ... Uh ... Uh ... Uh ... Damn, how many of them are Uh?

The giant man punched his head with his fist in anger, hitting 'Boom', like thunder.

Aconitum slowly walked out of the violent temple, crooked his head and looked at the giant man: "Wu (du), did you only have the insignificant little brain that was sprayed out by you? You sent it Silly? Do you want to break your head and commit suicide? "

Aconitum flashed in shape, suddenly came to Wuyan, and kicked him out.

"If you want to die, I'll help you!" Aconi smiled wildly.

Wu Yan lay on the ground with four forks and eight forks, and couldn't get up for a long time. Hearing the words of Aconitum, he froze and screamed exhaustedly: "No, Your Highness, two humble inferior soldiers, they have betrayed the powerful family of barbarians!"