Tenth year of the Emperor of Heaven.

The Peacock Emperor leads the galaxy, ancient gods, yexu, great sects, red flame divine phoenix, gyro sect, holy land, elixir king, suppressing the life and death gate, Minghun Sect, Tianmo Palace, Ten Thousand Demon Palace..., to eliminate monsters and evil spirits, and vow to kill a bright world. The war in the Eastern Wilderness has just begun, but it quickly swept across the great realm.

He also ordered the old emperor to cooperate with Xuanhuang Tianjun to lead the ghost emperors in the five directions to shake the north, cut off the demonic atmosphere, push mountains and cut down the temples, and break the evil gods of the lewd temples.

The Emperor of Heaven wanted to make the gods of Beilu surrender to the Heavenly Court, register and create the names of the gods, perform their own duties, forge trust in the world and feedback to the world.

At the moment when the Great World War begins.

The blue and black flags flutter.

The incense is filled with the vast golden ocean.

Tushanjun, above the sky, controls the direction of the war. He has indeed said that he makes sentient beings hate him, but the mercy of the ancestors of the three religions still makes him unable to bear to hurt innocent people. This is also his belief that he has not changed from beginning to end.

Therefore, he listened carefully to every part of the world.

When the drums of war have reached their highest point, the wishes of all beings are still clear.

He was a child who lived by helping the villagers with a hundred families of food. His belly grew bigger because of the Guanyin soil he ate when he was so hungry. He was curled up in the corner of the dilapidated temple to protect himself.

The heavy snow this year came as scheduled, but this pair of children is so cruel. It seems that with a slight push, the tenacious child will be buried in the heavy snow and melt into the fields as the ice and snow melts.

disease.

Wind and cold.

Cold.

No one can completely disappear. No one cares.

Even the mountain spirit ghosts in the past would not be foraging in such bad weather.

The child's murmur seemed to be praying for something.

However, his power was too weak to resist nature at all. But now it is different. The immortal is almost immortal, with infinite power enough to change everything. The huge power can make nature change because of his will.

Whether it is creating something out of nothing or going against the current time and space, for the immortal Tushanjun, it is just a movement of thoughts.

Therefore, the ruined temple completely changed its appearance and became a shrine.

The warm fire makes the shrine temple warm like spring.

The sleepy child struggled to get up.

Guru.

He is hungry.

Looking down, the enlarged belly disappeared without a trace, and a pot of stewed broth exuded an indescribable fragrance.

A frightened flashed in the child's eyes.

The normal state of being bullied for many years made him instinctively alert.

"Those who recite my name will not fall into hell. Those who recite my scriptures will be reincarnated and eternal life." Tushan Jun lowered a ray of will. He let the children become the temple of this small shrine. He cleaned the shrine on weekdays, supported himself with the offerings of good men and women, and sacrificed to the gods. Only by observing these is fair.

fair.

At least it must be followed.

The child looked at the statue of the god in the small temple of the shrine, and he seemed to have understood a little magic.

Yinchai, who was walking to the door, looked at the newly renovated temple, and looked shocked. Perhaps the child had seen nothing, but he saw a beam of light shining down.

Just as the temple was rebuilt in the light, the dying child burst out with vigorous vitality. He took out the Book of Life and Death, and indeed saw the words on the Book of Life and Death fluctuations.

He had seen such miracles too many times. At first, he felt strange, but later he realized that this was God's response.

No matter what unknown existence is praying, as long as it is the prayer of the people of the world, God will definitely respond.

When responding to children, Tushanjun has already responded to hundreds of millions of people.

These are nothing to the immortal ghost immortals.

"You are different."

Tushan Jun looked in the sound.

He bowed and said, "Daozu."

The person who came was Laojun.

Laojun looked at Tushanjun with a serious expression: "You are not a demon."

Tushanjun smiled and shook his head and said, "I am indeed a demon."

"No wonder you can stay awake." Laojun set up a chessboard and asked, "Come on a plate?"

"good."

"Senior, just don't think my chess quality is not good."

"oh?"

"I really don't know how to play chess, and I always use Taoism to deduce it."

"I heard from someone that you are good at fighting young and old."

Tushan Juncan laughed: "It's all rumors."

despair.

Chessboard move.

Laojun said unexpectedly: "When I play chess with me, are you still responding to the wishes of the people?"

"Plant his position in his position."

"These are nothing." Tu Shanjun was playing chess, while protecting Beilu. There are too many evil gods in Beilu, and the incense beliefs are very powerful. No matter what kind of creature it is, they will sacrifice. The lighter ones will prepare three animals. The heavier ones will sacrifice the living person, and the incense and soul are smashed together.

In order to fight against the soldiers of the Heavenly Court, a remote tribe in Beilu.

Dozens of corpses were placed on the stone platform, and demons and monsters in robes formed a circle, either frightened, afraid, bloodthirsty, and cruel... In the distorted shadow of flesh and blood, a natural god revived, and the natural god's big hand stuck out, squeezing the believer closest to him, drinking flesh and blood.

Put on armor and pick up weapons.

The natural god with wings fluttered into the sky.

Bang!

A divine light fell and the natural gods flying into the sky melted.

Natural gods are already gods to the monsters in this small tribe. They can only survive by relying on the flesh and blood and souls of their tribesmen.

However, when the terrifying beam of light fell, the natural gods didn't even scream. They were so scared that they wanted to hide, but found that there was nowhere to hide.

Sweep away the blood.

The light is as warm as the spring breeze.

The sky opened its eyes.

The dead are reincarnated, and the living are awake.

Tushanjun lowered his sympathetic eyes. Beilu had been poisoned for too long. Ancient gods, old gods, evil gods... It was complicated, faith, pagans, war and chaos were the norms of Beilu.

Fortunately, the foundation laid by the underworld can quickly clear away all the rebellious officials.

Let him sort out these edges and corners.

Tag!

The chess piece fell.

Tushanjun came back to his senses and looked at the chessboard. He seemed to never use chess pieces.

Laojun seemed to see through Tushanjun's thoughts, and while picking up chess pieces, he said, "It's not that good at using chess pieces. The things he should have taken on themselves have to share with the people of the world. It is called "playing chess". After all, it's still irresponsible. What are you learning this for?"

Tu Shanjun sighed, "I don't know, so I yearn for it."

He laughed and shook his head. No matter what happened, he still liked to experience it himself.

Even in this battle to pacify Beilu and settle the Eastern Wilderness, there were clearly countless soldiers and horses, and dozens of powerful fifth-step magical powers took action, he was still using his own strength to control the direction of the world, responding to the wishes of the people one by one, and sprinkling the glow of the heavenly court.

Eastern Wilderness.

The Holy Spirits shouted that they would raise the banner of resistance to fight against the Eastern Wilderness Alliance in the Heavenly Court.

They prayed to God, and responded to them was ‘God’.

Tushanjun predicted the counterattack in the Great Realm of the East Wilderness. Although Emperor Wa was willing to take action for the people, it did not mean that all monks were like this. Any creature who could embark on the path of cultivation and became a great monk would only feel that his path was completely correct.

Emperor Wa lived in seclusion in the Immortal Palace for a long time, and the Holy Spirit of Xuanmen has long been no longer an existence that has followed the orders.

"How tiring is it to live." Laojun put down his chess piece.

...

"When building the foundation, I said I was a great monk, but I only focused on fighting."

"When I was in the Golden Pill, I did have a territory. There were so many beautiful countries in the 100,000 countries. But I think people should rely on themselves. What I get from worshiping God is not their own. Then there is a year of war... As for the saints, they can be born without birth and existence, and they do not need to follow the laws of the world."

"Your Majesty, after a thousand years of struggle, there is finally a formed underworld."
To be continued...