Fantasy: Regenerated Into A Grass, Accompanied By A Willow God

These rebellious geniuses have a heated debate with the heroes, and every word and every word is very exciting.

This miraculous development made Huang Hao look stupid. What kind of divine development is this? Are these people from the Sword God Sect really? Do you really want to start a sect?

Where does their courage come from? They don't have the spirit and heritage like Butian Pavilion, let alone the power and masters of those super-rich clans.

There are only a few thousand people, and the number is not enough for a barren village. What kind of power made them say such words.

In this world, there are no relatives and relatives they want to fight for?

Although he admired these people for daring to say the words of establishing the Sword God Sect, Huang Hao also felt that this matter would not be possible.

They want to establish Sect, without the consent and help of the Master, it is absolutely impossible to succeed.

If there is the consent of the master, it will be too simple.

But the master has never had this desire, otherwise he would have recruited many disciples long ago.

It's just a pity for the enthusiasm of these young people.

In the eyes of everyone, this is an impossible thing. Can the establishment of a school be done by talking about it? It's really young and frivolous.

Huang Hao was also booing in the crowd, but he heard the people of the Yu Clan say darkly: "If you start a sect here today, I will let your Sword God sect be destroyed today!"

"Sword God? Pupil One? It's ridiculous that people who are dedicated to our Yu Clan's enemies are surrounded by them!"

When the members of the Yu Clan spoke, Shi Yi stood aside, apparently acquiescing to the Yu Clan's decision.

As soon as the Yu Clan spoke, the scene instantly quieted down, and many people began to drag their children, trying to get them to give up the idea of ​​joining the Sword God Sect.

There were quite a few experts from the Rain Clan present, if they really fought, there might be countless casualties.

Many people retreated in their hearts, and other forces also watched from the sidelines. It would be good to let this group of rebellious geniuses suffer, and then they would know that not everything can be done as they please

Seeing that the situation was serious and about to get out of hand, Huang Hao began to call out to the Master in his heart: "Master, are you still there`[?"

"Don't worry about it, you can just watch from the sidelines, you don't need to intervene in this matter." Hearing Huang Hao's voice, Cao Ye's divine sense descended, and told him not to pay attention to this matter.

I thought that these people would give up their beliefs when they left Baiduan Mountain, but they seemed to be sicker after regaining their sanity. After Cao Ye returned to his body, he could still feel the power of pure faith pouring in.

He was a little surprised, thinking of those people in Baiduan Mountain who claimed to be believers of the Sword God, just when Huang Hao's call came, he came to have a look, and it really was these people.

Cao Ye has no objection to what Sword God Sect they want to establish, it's just a name anyway, but not everyone can be a Sword God Sect follower, at least many of these thousands of people are fishing in troubled waters.

Because of accepting the power of faith, Cao Ye knows who the real believers are, although he doesn't understand why these people have such pious beliefs because he didn't do anything.

A silent massacre was staged under the eyes of everyone. The Yu Clan masters were all bad old men who had practiced for an unknown number of years. Although these young geniuses had good talents, they were like floating and shaking trees against the Yu Clan masters.

Some people backed down and obediently returned to their original families, while some shouted to the sky the God of Sword and died generously.

Some people watched with cold eyes and laughed at these mobs.

Soon, apart from those who had given up on joining the religion, there were only about 800 corpses left on the field. There was no fear on the young faces. Although the corpses were lying on the street, the blood was not cold, but it seemed too easy, like ants.

They believed in the sword god, and their life was to get rid of the ants, but now they are killed by others like killing ants at the beginning.

Huang Hao felt uncomfortable looking at the situation in front of him, although he also felt that these people were too naive and their approach was naive.

But watching these people all die in front of own, and also died in the name of the Sword God Sect, made him feel a strange anger lingering in his heart.

These people are inexplicably passionate, and their beliefs are random. No one knows what they are thinking in their hearts, and no one has time to understand their mental journey.

They just died quickly.

After they died, some people laughed at their corpses: "Ha! Sword God Religion! Do you think your Sword God cares about you?"

Anyone can trample on their beliefs, they seem to suffer from disasters, their wisdom is polluted, and they bear this rootless slander.

There is no mercy, no pity, no sorrow, there is only abyss of malice, they are like living in a lotus pond with only mud but no lotus.

Cao Ye sighed, there was not much emotion in this sigh, like a god disappointed in the world. It slammed heavily on the hearts of everyone present.

The sky and the earth are changing, and a silent snow falls silently, covering up the bright red blood and dirty sins.

Those of the Rain Clan who did their hands melted little by little like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

Rain and blood are always related, but the Yu Clan, who were deeply favored by the Rain God, died under the heavy snow at this time.

A bone-chilling feeling hit, no matter how high the Cultivation Base was, they seemed to have turned into a powerless mortal at this moment, unable to resist the chill.

The snow fell and fell between the sky and the earth, even the fierce beasts with thick fur felt the chill that penetrated the bone.

It seems to come from a deep mountain stream, injecting the ice that will not melt for a thousand years into people's hearts.

Just a sigh fell, this is the first time in the world, heard the voice of the sword god, such as Thousand Years of cold iron, such as the sound of swords (Zhao Wang's) Qingyue, sighing so much that I want to make people cry.

Then the snow-covered teenagers returned to the human world from the cold The Underworld. The cold body warmed up, and the dead heart began to beat.

"..."Puff Tail"

It is the sound of life blooming, in the snow, everything grows, and the bright red flowers bloom in a piece of white snow, that is the manjusawa that blooms on both sides of Yellow Springs.

Just like changing clothes, the soul abandons Death's body and enters a new body, and the dead teenagers are reborn.

From this moment, they abandon their past identities and lives and become a brand new person.

Huang Hao heard the master's words in a daze: "The living must die, and the dead must be reborn. Since you know this truth, then don't feel sad about it."

"Dwelling in all bodies, the soul can never be killed, therefore, you should not grieve for all beings.",