Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

Netherworld Mansion, because of Pingxin’s mother, the harsh requirements originally put forward do not count.

However, this kindness, this cause and effect, Jiang Hao owed.

Since it is grace and righteousness, it must be repaid!

Since it is cause and effect, it must be cut off!

“There is no requirement, in fact, it is the best request, because, I Jiang Hao does not like to owe kindness!”

Jiang Hao’s eyes were as bright as electricity, and the hand holding the pen was extremely firm, at this moment, he already had a decision in his heart, and he also had the following in his mind.

“At that time, the flood and desolation were not yet shattered, and the heavens and the earth were in a mess because of the Lich War, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed!

The filthy blood turned into streams of blood, flowing to the Netherworld Sea of Blood, and countless ghosts who had no place to return floated in the world, and the wails of the soul resounded everywhere.

And at this moment, a young girl, a witch, lamented her own sins, felt endless compassion, prayed to heaven, willing to sacrifice herself, and incarnate her body as a reincarnation, so that all living beings can have a return after death and no longer suffer from wandering. ”

The text has not yet been completed, the vision has been born, but I see the wind rising and the clouds surging, and the heaven and earth are paintings, condensing the scene of the day of the flood and famine, and the reincarnation of the later soil.

“Master, look quickly, what is that?”

Sun Wukong’s realm is not bad, but he instantly noticed something strange, he looked up at the sky, and what he saw was the scene of the girl’s body incarnate.

“My Hou Land, I know the sins of the witch race and cannot be forgiven, and the wail of this boundless grievance echoes in my ears for a long time.”

“Today, I tell heaven and earth, I am willing to incarnate in my body, atone for his sinful karma, and from now on, there will be no future land in heaven and earth!”

“Six reincarnations, stand!”

With Jiang Hao’s writing, the girl in the painting also prays to heaven and earth at the same time, sacrificing herself to achieve reincarnation.

Netherworld Mansion, the six reincarnations were inspired, and in this breath, the six realms were opened, spraying out the power of the infinite world, thousands of auspicious clouds, billions of colorful strips, extraordinary power.

“Huh?”

Pingxin Niangniang let out a chuckle, she pinched her fingers, everything was clear, she pointed out, calmed down the six reincarnations, and then turned her gaze to where Jiang Hao was.

Six reincarnation phantoms rotated above Jiang Hao’s head, like six ancient worlds, flowing out tens of thousands of divine lights, rendering them brilliant.

Jiang Hao didn’t care at all, still writing, traveled to the flood era, and witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

“After this day, there will be no racial distinction in the world!

After this day, ten thousand races converge!

After this day, all beings will be different!

With my remnant body, incarnated in samsara, from then on, the souls of heaven and earth have a home, and they will not disappear into pure true spirits, they exist, and they will have the dignity of existence.

The soul can wash away the memories of previous lives and reincarnate the world.

This time, there is no difference, there is no difference between all races.

I want all living beings to be reincarnated, and I want the dead to have peace.

May all beings live endlessly; May the reincarnation of all races continue! ”

Writing this, Jiang Hao’s forehead was cold and sweaty, and he felt a great coercion, because the girl in the painting began to incarnate in reincarnation, and heaven and earth descended immeasurable merit, and she was going to be sanctified in another way.

“Although there are some differences, it is a true restoration of the scene of the day, is it a blessing to the soul? Or is it providence? ”

“Ha, the long memory, makes my heart ache inexplicably, Houtu, this familiar and unfamiliar name, the heaviness of it, who can know?”

Pingxin Niangniang looked at the distant scene in a daze, and the “Ten Thousand Worlds Daily” slowly slipped into the palm of her hand, and she didn’t notice it, and I don’t know when the corners of her eyes inexplicably flashed with crystal.

It turns out that saints are also affectionate, and saints also shed tears?

Jiang Hao couldn’t write anymore, and in desperation, he could only end in a hurry.

“Death is not terrible, because it is a cycle of life, without any cover-up, hypocrisy, darkness.

Dust to dust, soil to earth, soul to the back earth. ”

The last stroke fell, all the visions instantly dissipated, and the six reincarnation phantoms above Jiang Hao’s head turned into a ray of light and drilled into his body.

Inexplicably, Jiang Hao’s understanding of the six reincarnations became more and more enlightened.

“Copy a copy of this article, and then send it back to Baihualou and publish it in tomorrow’s Ten Thousand Worlds Daily!”

Jiang Hao handed this article to Mrs. White Bone on the side.

Mrs. White Bone took it and sank, only to feel a majestic coercion sweeping through the whole body, that is the residual power of the saint, and this looks like a thin piece of paper, but the weight is more than ten thousand pounds?

In an instant, Madam White Bone was lightly injured, and blood splattered on the side of her bright red lips.

“I almost forgot, you’re a demon body!” Jiang Hao waved his long sleeves, and the aura in the text instantly converged.

Civility and righteousness are extremely restrained for demons, but fortunately, Mrs. White Bone followed Jiang Hao day and night, and was contaminated with a lot of Confucianism.

Now, his demon qi is nine out of ten, and his realm is much higher.

“Xiaobai, thank you Gongzi!” Mrs. White Bone gave Jiang Hao a wink, and then turned around and took it to transcribe.

As for Jiang Hao, he picked up the pen again and prepared to continue writing.

“The more famous martial arts, I have copied almost the same, but although they are wonderful, they can be seen more, those immortal gods and demons, they are tired, and the recent comments are full of dissatisfaction, and even the rewards are less!”

Jiang Hao sighed slightly, now, what to write? _

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