Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

How is the saint in a mood? Jiang Hao didn’t know, but his current mood was not very good.

“The calamity of the Lich, leading to the destruction of living beings, this is the result of boundless karma, but after the ancestor witch body incarnated in reincarnation, this supreme merit can not be covered, my Buddha compassion, Amitabha Buddha!”

Shakya Rulai left a message in the “Daily of All Worlds”, no more, no less, exactly five crosses.

“Although I am a demon, I still feel the merits of the Houtu, and even my hatred for the Wu Clan is a little lighter. Xiniu Hezhou, the king of the black jiao, I, recruit the demon! The Black Jiao King left a message.

“Dust to dust, earth to earth, soul to the back earth; Six Dao Sheng, Six Dao Annihilation, Fu Min Palm Life and Death; The dead go, the living live, and the cycle of reincarnation goes back and forth. Prefecture, attract ghosts and gods! King Yan Luo left a message.

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Looking at the comments of the previous issue of “Ten Thousand Worlds Daily”, Jiang Hao nodded slightly, and the third article of the celebrity column: Houtu did play a role.

Slightly eliminated, the hostility of the world towards the Wu clan, and let the world remember and be grateful for the merits of the Later Land, I believe that at this time, Pingxin Niangniang must have obtained a lot of sentient beings’ mental power.

Well, it has been repaid;

Cause and effect, this is the end.

“It seems that I have to plan an advertising column, a total of fifty words of comments, most of the latter, are advertising, it is simply staining my eyes!”

Jiang Hao said hatefully that the comment area is sacred, a holy place for readers to express their opinions and hearts.

No desecration!!!

“So how much should this advertising column be charged? Or is it like a tip? No, let’s bid anyway! ”

Jiang Hao remembered a certain time in the later life, the search became worse and worse, and the money was earning more and more, this kind of behavior of throwing away conscience and bent on getting into the eyes of money.

No shame either! Disdain too!

Therefore, Jiang Hao decided that when this advertising column was released, “Wanjie Daily” would begin to return readers for free.

“Drink water and think about the source, people, you can’t forget the roots!” Jiang Hao muttered.

“Swoosh!”

Suddenly, several sharp sounds broke through the air, and I saw several flying swords and flying knives, cutting through the sky and heading straight for Jiang Hao.

“Fall!”

Mrs. White Bone shouted angrily, Qianqian Kong swiped, and saw several flying swords and flying knives, suddenly cut into two.

“Xiaobai, how many is this?”

Jiang Hao shook his head slightly and sighed, put down the Jie Daily in his hand, and took out the latest issue.

“Young Master, it’s 33,659!”

Mrs. White Bone put away the broken sword and throwing knife, but her bright red lips moved slightly, and she wanted to say something, but the words came to her lips but she couldn’t say it.

“It seems that this latest issue of the “Ten Thousand Worlds Daily” is still very popular!”

Jiang Hao said with a smile, but I don’t know why, but Mrs. Bai Bone saw bitterness in that smile.

“King Haowu agreed to trade for the life of the twin children, and after giving birth to the twins, the twins reacted differently, one cried without tears, and the other cried silently.

And the pursuers found King Wu after hearing the cry, and fought hard to kill a bloody road to protect the twins, and died in a bloody battle. And when he was dying, he wrote a sad book.

The king of the temple is cut off from the ground, and there is no mother and an orphan son, and it is difficult to return the sin;

The two stone prisons are sad and unjust, and the father’s hatred is difficult to pay, and the sin is difficult to pay;

The cold monument of the temple of Sanxun blows cold, the teacher’s grace is negative, and the crime is difficult to return;

The four blood bridges butcher knife tens of thousands of beheadings, ashamed of the people and faint the king, the crime is difficult to return;

Wuhuan jade locust garden tree Xie Hua sighed, the sister’s life was exchanged for death, and it was difficult to return the grace;

The six high cliffs are dispersed from hatred, and the courtiers protect their lives, and the grace is difficult to return;

Seven broken clouds splashed tears to destroy the heart and liver, the husband’s love is deep, and the grace is difficult to return;

The seven sins of grace and sin are told to heaven and earth, and the martial arts also order the souls of the people, and the Yin Cao Di Mansion receives the sin, and the grievances are resentful, and the remnants of Hugh are resentful, and the descendants of Mo Yan turn the cause and effect. Oh! ”

Netherworld Mansion, in the secluded hall, Pingxin Niangniang at this moment, only felt that the last echo in her ears was that two words, extremely deep: Son!

“The woman is the king, it is not easy, this kind of ending, sad!”

Pingxin Niangniang let out a long sigh, she had thought about making a move, but unfortunately the Thunderbolt World was different from the Immortal World, I am afraid that even if she made a move, she could not change anything.

After all, Demon Zuluo had already tried it, and even he couldn’t change anything.

“I, in the name of the Lord of the Reincarnation of this world, hereby declare that the Yin Cao Di Mansion forgives his sins, reincarnation shelters, and walks well in the next life!”

“Amnesty!”

Pingxin Niangniang pointed out, and a wisp of reincarnation power passed through the endless planes and space and shot into the thunderbolt world.

The Abandoning Heavenly Emperor felt something, but he did not make a move, and the small things did not affect anything.

“Oh my God! King Hawu, just died? Don’t even let them meet husband and wife for the last time? Author, what a ruthless heart! ”

“Lean, the sword orders the demon cloud to urge the nine dims, and the world stands for thousands of years, the lord of the demon sword world: the demon queen, just died?”

“Clothesless Master Yin, my favorite Clothesless Master Yin, just hang up like this?”

“What did it write, is this forcing Lao Tzu to send throwing knives?”

At this moment, whether it is a demon, a demon, an immortal, a Buddha… They have only one identity at this moment, that is, the reader of the “Ten Thousand Worlds Daily”, a person who can’t wait to smash the author’s corpse into ten thousand pieces.

Therefore, there is this scene today, thousands of flying swords, flying knives, breaking through the sky.

They don’t have much lethality, after all, someone still has to continue to write the book, it’s just a catharsis, a warning.

“These flying swords and flying knives, the material is not bad, collect them, and you can cast divine weapons in the future!” Jiang Hao said. _

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