Chapter 2458
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No matter what era, in the fairy tales spread among the people, there is always a terrible doomsday scene.
Old people always say that once the end comes, the earth will collapse and the sun and moon will not shine. However, the real facts are far crueler than these bizarre stories.
After the world barrier of the place of taixuan is torn, this place outside the world that has avoided the chaotic dead mother for so many years is like a soldier captured by the death army.
Therefore, soon, countless death blades cut his body surface, cut his body and destroyed everything in it.
"Boom!"
In the deafening roar of the torrent, more and more chaotic yellow spring water rolled down from the sky, easily erasing everything in the mysterious place.
At the same time, the wind of death mobilized by the will of the chaotic dead mother rises from the ground in the depths of the void, and ravages madly together with the torrent of the yellow spring!
Throughout the summer, countless people who were told to take refuge in their homes in advance looked up at the sky, looked at the sky where countless cracks were also beginning to appear, and opened their mouths and made an extremely appalling voice:
"The sky is falling, naive!"
At the same time, the border of the vast land of the great Xia Dynasty began to emit its own blue and white ancient taboo light and connect with each other with an order, one stone statue tower after another.
Not only the border line of summer, but also the stone towers used for transmission in this national city, also emit a vast and hazy light in an instant.
The misty light in each stone statue tower is like a sharp blade stabbing into the sky, and converges with each other in the sky of summer to form a huge blue and white light mask to wrap the vast land of China.
The blue and white border barrier on the head of the people of Daxia has brought a trace of stability to all the people in the fear of the great disaster, because everyone firmly believes that their country will do everything to resist this era of destruction!
"Xia glory, Xia glory!"
The next breath, the sound of uniformity, began to come out of every people's mouth.
Perhaps it was because not long ago, Zhao Yu reversed the North Sea and recast the northern sky. Therefore, under the sweeping tide of death, although the northern sky was also broken everywhere, it was not directly washed down and dumped by the chaotic yellow spring flood.
However, the rest of the taixuan land has not been so strong. In particular, the western region, which is thin in air and covered with yellow sand, was first attacked by chaotic sea water and death wind.
Outside Tianyan city in the western regions, the monks of Buddhism and Taoism, who had been fighting each other, stopped for the first time, raised their heads and looked up at the sky above, looking sad.
At this moment, even the most determined Buddhists and Taoists will feel a sense of loss and unreal in their hearts, as if everything they are determined to do and shed blood and tears for is just a ridiculous joke in the end.
"Many years of fighting, especially with monks, around the city wall of the Buddha Temple.
"Our Taoist friends in Tianyan city are already tired of this endless battle. I often listen to them in private to discuss when this resentment will end."
On the wall of Tianyan City, two figures, one big and one small, stood with a thick sad speech. After it came out of the Taoist Guanyun's mouth, the one beside him listened to the little Taoist Chuan clenched his fists, sweat trickled down his forehead, wanted to open his mouth but closed it, a pattern of wanting to talk and stopping.
Then listen to the magnetic voice from Guanyun in the ear of little Taoist Chuan and continue to say:
"But our Taoist friends in the city never dreamed that the end of this resentment would come so quickly and in this way!"
After Taoist Guanyun finished, the sigh color on his face dispersed, but showed a trace of relief. Then he turned his head and looked at the little Taoist tingchuan who unknowingly began to shed tears. He raised his hand, pressed it on the latter's head and continued to say:
"Listen to Chuan, why have you been crying these days?"
"Martial uncle Guanyun, I don't want to cry, but the tears can't stop."
Next, listen to Chuan's response with a little choking. Then the little Taoist raised his hand and wiped away the still flowing tears. The voice came out again:
"As soon as I thought that everything around me would be destroyed, heaven and earth, creatures, plants and even the white clouds above the sky would disappear, I couldn't help but rise a thick reluctance. Martial uncle, I'm not afraid of death."
"Martial uncle knows, martial uncle is not."
At the next breath, a faint sigh came out of Taoist Guanyun's mouth again. Then the Taoist priest with a messy Taoist robe and a broken beard gently pinched his left hand, grabbed a palm sized transmission scroll and gently handed it to a plate of little Taoist priests.
Then Taoist Guanyun slowly opened his mouth and said:
"When we were in the capital of the great Xia God, the great emperor Fuyao of the great Xia gave us a scroll. Take it."
"No, no, no, this scroll is for you, martial uncle, not me."
At the next breath, the little Taoist Chuan quickly waved his hand, shook his head, opened his mouth, and even withdrew a few steps. Then a smile appeared on Guan Yun's face and answered:
"Listen, boy, Yancheng is the root of our Taoism. Even up to now, we haven't let Buddhism go eastward. This is the meaning of our countless Taoist friends to die calmly over the years.
"Therefore, even at the last moment, the Taoist priest will guard the wall, so I'll give you the scroll!"
The voice fell. Before listening to the little Taoist Chuan speak again, Taoist Guanyun raised his hand to the side and patted the former gently. At the same time, a slowly rising transmission flower appeared and wrapped the little Taoist.
After all this, Taoist Guanyun turned around and looked forward. In Taoist Guanyun's sight, the torrent and tsunami formed by countless chaotic Yellow Springs and sea water had completely swallowed the yellow sand in the western region and roared towards Tianyan city.
How hopeless the tsunami is, but the Taoist robe flying clouds still stand on the head of the city without moving a step!
As he said, many people in daomen have spent their whole life guarding this gate, so in the end, he should also guard the efforts of countless Taoist friends.
A moment later, the cloud watcher with a deep face raised his eyebrows and showed an unexpected color on his face, because a rolling Buddha sound sounded in his ears:
"All Buddhist disciples sit upside down to the East and face hell!"
As soon as he said this, Taoist Guanyun raised his mouth and gently spit out a word:
"In the end, the Buddha is still a little backbone."
Thirty seconds after the voice fell, the chaotic torrent from the West broke down the gate of Tianyan city and went straight into the city.
At the same time, more chaotic torrents poured into the water of nine days and poured down from the sky above the daomenxiong city.
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No matter what era, in the fairy tales spread among the people, there is always a terrible doomsday scene.
Old people always say that once the end comes, the earth will collapse and the sun and moon will not shine. However, the real facts are far crueler than these bizarre stories.
After the world barrier of the place of taixuan is torn, this place outside the world that has avoided the chaotic dead mother for so many years is like a soldier captured by the death army.
Therefore, soon, countless death blades cut his body surface, cut his body and destroyed everything in it.
"Boom!"
In the deafening roar of the torrent, more and more chaotic yellow spring water rolled down from the sky, easily erasing everything in the mysterious place.
At the same time, the wind of death mobilized by the will of the chaotic dead mother rises from the ground in the depths of the void, and ravages madly together with the torrent of the yellow spring!
Throughout the summer, countless people who were told to take refuge in their homes in advance looked up at the sky, looked at the sky where countless cracks were also beginning to appear, and opened their mouths and made an extremely appalling voice:
"The sky is falling, naive!"
At the same time, the border of the vast land of the great Xia Dynasty began to emit its own blue and white ancient taboo light and connect with each other with an order, one stone statue tower after another.
Not only the border line of summer, but also the stone towers used for transmission in this national city, also emit a vast and hazy light in an instant.
The misty light in each stone statue tower is like a sharp blade stabbing into the sky, and converges with each other in the sky of summer to form a huge blue and white light mask to wrap the vast land of China.
The blue and white border barrier on the head of the people of Daxia has brought a trace of stability to all the people in the fear of the great disaster, because everyone firmly believes that their country will do everything to resist this era of destruction!
"Xia glory, Xia glory!"
The next breath, the sound of uniformity, began to come out of every people's mouth.
Perhaps it was because not long ago, Zhao Yu reversed the North Sea and recast the northern sky. Therefore, under the sweeping tide of death, although the northern sky was also broken everywhere, it was not directly washed down and dumped by the chaotic yellow spring flood.
However, the rest of the taixuan land has not been so strong. In particular, the western region, which is thin in air and covered with yellow sand, was first attacked by chaotic sea water and death wind.
Outside Tianyan city in the western regions, the monks of Buddhism and Taoism, who had been fighting each other, stopped for the first time, raised their heads and looked up at the sky above, looking sad.
At this moment, even the most determined Buddhists and Taoists will feel a sense of loss and unreal in their hearts, as if everything they are determined to do and shed blood and tears for is just a ridiculous joke in the end.
"Many years of fighting, especially with monks, around the city wall of the Buddha Temple.
"Our Taoist friends in Tianyan city are already tired of this endless battle. I often listen to them in private to discuss when this resentment will end."
On the wall of Tianyan City, two figures, one big and one small, stood with a thick sad speech. After it came out of the Taoist Guanyun's mouth, the one beside him listened to the little Taoist Chuan clenched his fists, sweat trickled down his forehead, wanted to open his mouth but closed it, a pattern of wanting to talk and stopping.
Then listen to the magnetic voice from Guanyun in the ear of little Taoist Chuan and continue to say:
"But our Taoist friends in the city never dreamed that the end of this resentment would come so quickly and in this way!"
After Taoist Guanyun finished, the sigh color on his face dispersed, but showed a trace of relief. Then he turned his head and looked at the little Taoist tingchuan who unknowingly began to shed tears. He raised his hand, pressed it on the latter's head and continued to say:
"Listen to Chuan, why have you been crying these days?"
"Martial uncle Guanyun, I don't want to cry, but the tears can't stop."
Next, listen to Chuan's response with a little choking. Then the little Taoist raised his hand and wiped away the still flowing tears. The voice came out again:
"As soon as I thought that everything around me would be destroyed, heaven and earth, creatures, plants and even the white clouds above the sky would disappear, I couldn't help but rise a thick reluctance. Martial uncle, I'm not afraid of death."
"Martial uncle knows, martial uncle is not."
At the next breath, a faint sigh came out of Taoist Guanyun's mouth again. Then the Taoist priest with a messy Taoist robe and a broken beard gently pinched his left hand, grabbed a palm sized transmission scroll and gently handed it to a plate of little Taoist priests.
Then Taoist Guanyun slowly opened his mouth and said:
"When we were in the capital of the great Xia God, the great emperor Fuyao of the great Xia gave us a scroll. Take it."
"No, no, no, this scroll is for you, martial uncle, not me."
At the next breath, the little Taoist Chuan quickly waved his hand, shook his head, opened his mouth, and even withdrew a few steps. Then a smile appeared on Guan Yun's face and answered:
"Listen, boy, Yancheng is the root of our Taoism. Even up to now, we haven't let Buddhism go eastward. This is the meaning of our countless Taoist friends to die calmly over the years.
"Therefore, even at the last moment, the Taoist priest will guard the wall, so I'll give you the scroll!"
The voice fell. Before listening to the little Taoist Chuan speak again, Taoist Guanyun raised his hand to the side and patted the former gently. At the same time, a slowly rising transmission flower appeared and wrapped the little Taoist.
After all this, Taoist Guanyun turned around and looked forward. In Taoist Guanyun's sight, the torrent and tsunami formed by countless chaotic Yellow Springs and sea water had completely swallowed the yellow sand in the western region and roared towards Tianyan city.
How hopeless the tsunami is, but the Taoist robe flying clouds still stand on the head of the city without moving a step!
As he said, many people in daomen have spent their whole life guarding this gate, so in the end, he should also guard the efforts of countless Taoist friends.
A moment later, the cloud watcher with a deep face raised his eyebrows and showed an unexpected color on his face, because a rolling Buddha sound sounded in his ears:
"All Buddhist disciples sit upside down to the East and face hell!"
As soon as he said this, Taoist Guanyun raised his mouth and gently spit out a word:
"In the end, the Buddha is still a little backbone."
Thirty seconds after the voice fell, the chaotic torrent from the West broke down the gate of Tianyan city and went straight into the city.
At the same time, more chaotic torrents poured into the water of nine days and poured down from the sky above the daomenxiong city.
You can read the novel online free at novelhall. com
No matter what era, in the fairy tales spread among the people, there is always a terrible doomsday scene.Old people always say that once the end comes, the earth will collapse and the sun and moon will not shine. However, the real facts are far crueler than these bizarre stories.After the world barrier of the place of taixuan is torn, this place outside the world that has avoided the chaotic dead mother for so many years is like a soldier captured by the death army.Therefore, soon, countless death blades cut his body surface, cut his body and destroyed everything in it."Boom!"In the deafening roar of the torrent, more and more chaotic yellow spring water rolled down from the sky, easily erasing everything in the mysterious place.At the same time, the wind of death mobilized by the will of the chaotic dead mother rises from the ground in the depths of the void, and ravages madly together with the torrent of the yellow spring!Throughout the summer, countless people who were told to take refuge in their homes in advance looked up at the sky, looked at the sky where countless cracks were also beginning to appear, and opened their mouths and made an extremely appalling voice:"The sky is falling, naive!"At the same time, the border of the vast land of the great Xia Dynasty began to emit its own blue and white ancient taboo light and connect with each other with an order, one stone statue tower after another.Not only the border line of summer, but also the stone towers used for transmission in this national city, also emit a vast and hazy light in an instant.The misty light in each stone statue tower is like a sharp blade stabbing into the sky, and converges with each other in the sky of summer to form a huge blue and white light mask to wrap the vast land of China.The blue and white border barrier on the head of the people of Daxia has brought a trace of stability to all the people in the fear of the great disaster, because everyone firmly believes that their country will do everything to resist this era of destruction!"Xia glory, Xia glory!"The next breath, the sound of uniformity, began to come out of every people's mouth.Perhaps it was because not long ago, Zhao Yu reversed the North Sea and recast the northern sky. Therefore, under the sweeping tide of death, although the northern sky was also broken everywhere, it was not directly washed down and dumped by the chaotic yellow spring flood.However, the rest of the taixuan land has not been so strong. In particular, the western region, which is thin in air and covered with yellow sand, was first attacked by chaotic sea water and death wind.Outside Tianyan city in the western regions, the monks of Buddhism and Taoism, who had been fighting each other, stopped for the first time, raised their heads and looked up at the sky above, looking sad.At this moment, even the most determined Buddhists and Taoists will feel a sense of loss and unreal in their hearts, as if everything they are determined to do and shed blood and tears for is just a ridiculous joke in the end."Many years of fighting, especially with monks, around the city wall of the Buddha Temple."Our Taoist friends in Tianyan city are already tired of this endless battle. I often listen to them in private to discuss when this resentment will end."On the wall of Tianyan City, two figures, one big and one small, stood with a thick sad speech. After it came out of the Taoist Guanyun's mouth, the one beside him listened to the little Taoist Chuan clenched his fists, sweat trickled down his forehead, wanted to open his mouth but closed it, a pattern of wanting to talk and stopping.Then listen to the magnetic voice from Guanyun in the ear of little Taoist Chuan and continue to say:"But our Taoist friends in the city never dreamed that the end of this resentment would come so quickly and in this way!"After Taoist Guanyun finished, the sigh color on his face dispersed, but showed a trace of relief. Then he turned his head and looked at the little Taoist tingchuan who unknowingly began to shed tears. He raised his hand, pressed it on the latter's head and continued to say:"Listen to Chuan, why have you been crying these days?""Martial uncle Guanyun, I don't want to cry, but the tears can't stop."Next, listen to Chuan's response with a little choking. Then the little Taoist raised his hand and wiped away the still flowing tears. The voice came out again:"As soon as I thought that everything around me would be destroyed, heaven and earth, creatures, plants and even the white clouds above the sky would disappear, I couldn't help but rise a thick reluctance. Martial uncle, I'm not afraid of death.""Martial uncle knows, martial uncle is not."At the next breath, a faint sigh came out of Taoist Guanyun's mouth again. Then the Taoist priest with a messy Taoist robe and a broken beard gently pinched his left hand, grabbed a palm sized transmission scroll and gently handed it to a plate of little Taoist priests.Then Taoist Guanyun slowly opened his mouth and said:"When we were in the capital of the great Xia God, the great emperor Fuyao of the great Xia gave us a scroll. Take it.""No, no, no, this scroll is for you, martial uncle, not me."At the next breath, the little Taoist Chuan quickly waved his hand, shook his head, opened his mouth, and even withdrew a few steps. Then a smile appeared on Guan Yun's face and answered:"Listen, boy, Yancheng is the root of our Taoism. Even up to now, we haven't let Buddhism go eastward. This is the meaning of our countless Taoist friends to die calmly over the years."Therefore, even at the last moment, the Taoist priest will guard the wall, so I'll give you the scroll!"The voice fell. Before listening to the little Taoist Chuan speak again, Taoist Guanyun raised his hand to the side and patted the former gently. At the same time, a slowly rising transmission flower appeared and wrapped the little Taoist.After all this, Taoist Guanyun turned around and looked forward. In Taoist Guanyun's sight, the torrent and tsunami formed by countless chaotic Yellow Springs and sea water had completely swallowed the yellow sand in the western region and roared towards Tianyan city.How hopeless the tsunami is, but the Taoist robe flying clouds still stand on the head of the city without moving a step!As he said, many people in daomen have spent their whole life guarding this gate, so in the end, he should also guard the efforts of countless Taoist friends.A moment later, the cloud watcher with a deep face raised his eyebrows and showed an unexpected color on his face, because a rolling Buddha sound sounded in his ears:"All Buddhist disciples sit upside down to the East and face hell!"As soon as he said this, Taoist Guanyun raised his mouth and gently spit out a word:"In the end, the Buddha is still a little backbone."Thirty seconds after the voice fell, the chaotic torrent from the West broke down the gate of Tianyan city and went straight into the city.At the same time, more chaotic torrents poured into the water of nine days and poured down from the sky above the daomenxiong city.You can read the novel online free at novelhall. com
