Myth Invasion: I Killed Gods on Earth

"Where's the child?" Ying Ling asked softly.

"The child is asleep..." the wife whispered.

"It's good to sleep." Ying Ling smiled, and suddenly said: "Dad, I'll go and see the child first, time is running out."

"Ah."

The old man turned around slowly, the heroic spirit bowed deeply, and then floated towards a room.

And right now.

"Dad!" The middle-aged man said suddenly, "I want to go to the Great Wall of Steel too."

"Huh?" The old man paused slightly.

The middle-aged man showed a tangled face and said, "I also want to be like my brother... in front of you!"

"It's just that in this way, the child is unfilial...I can't serve you anymore."

"Why am I stopping you! Do I need your service!" The old man gritted his teeth and said, "Go, just go! If you kill one, I'll call you big brother, if you kill two, I'll call you uncle, and your grandpa will call you big brother!"

"If you can kill ten, you will be in front of that ancestor in the genealogy! You are the ancestor of my Li family!"

"That's called serving me! That's called filial piety! At that time, I can pat your grandfather on the shoulder and tell him, look, my son is more promising than your son!"

"Let's go today! Don't say I don't need you to serve me. If you are gone, I will bring my guns! All members of my Li family will bring their guns!"

"Damn it, the devils didn't conquer us back then, and they didn't even take away an inch of our land... How dare the gods take the land that the ancestors of my Li family fought so hard for!"

"I'll pack your luggage for you myself!"

As he said that, the old man who was over sixty years old wiped away his tears and entered the house on crutches to prepare luggage for his child.

This scene happened in countless families.

All of us are going through grief.

But sadness will never knock down Daxia people!

The stubbornness and tenacity of Daxia people are engraved in their bones, and they have gone through countless sufferings and experiences!

In exchange for that sadness, there is only an increasingly fierce fighting spirit!

Especially, when it comes to family and friends.

For some Daxia people, they may be kind and kind on weekdays, and they seem to be easy to bully, and some children even swallow their anger even if they are slapped twice in school.

But if anyone insults his parents or hurts his friends, even if he tries his best, even if the other party is a head taller than him, he must clench his fists and rush forward.

Daxia people are like this, you bully me, I can bear it, but if you bully my relatives and friends, my parents, then you will never agree!

This is the bloodiness under kindness!

There has been a saying since ancient times, the hatred of killing one's father is unshakable!

For the family, the death of a family member will not make other family members put down their arms in fear, but will arouse a stronger fighting spirit!

The younger brother is dead, the older brother is on top!

My brother is dead, my father is on top!

Dad is dead, uncle is on top!

Unending fighting spirit!Unless a family dies, even if it is death, the other party must be killed!

And it is these thousands of families that make up Daxia!

Thousands of families are sad, and Da Xia is sad.

But after that, there will be an even more fierce fighting spirit!

And the other side.

Lin Fan looked at Mercy with complicated eyes.

"Amitabha, Master Lin, don't be so sad." Compassionate master put his palms together and said with a low smile, "My little monk has long thought about today."

"Everyone in the world says that my Buddhism is merciful, and I can avoid the world when disasters come."

"Now, my Buddhism has finally proved myself."

"When the catastrophe comes, all the gates of the mountains are wide open, and thousands of monks stand hand in hand on the Great Wall... If my Buddha sees this scene, he may scold his mother."

"Or, the Buddha can also laugh."

The compassionate master chuckled lightly.

Lin Fan was still speechless, or he didn't know what to say.

A pitiful death... Blame myself!

I thought I was fully prepared, but if I was really prepared, why would I feel pity...

Finally, Lin Fan tremblingly said: "I'm sorry, it's all because of me..."

"Benefactor Lin, you are too hard on yourself." Master Compassionate's illusory body patted Lin Fan's shoulder: "You always put everything on yourself, it will be very tiring."

"After all, you are just a member of Daxia."

"Behind you is Daxia, us, and 14 million compatriots. Why should we bear all this by ourselves, and we never thought of letting you bear all this."

"Hehe, don't cry." Compassionate master said helplessly: "Let others see it, and your ruthless image as the commander-in-chief will disappear."

"You are the God of Shura who has never moved in front of the gods. You are the belief of the soldiers. How can you cry in public?"

"As for this time...hehe, I also want to see what the other shore looks like." The smile of the compassionate master suddenly became ferocious, he clenched his fists, and he was clad in cassocks, "I don't know if those gods of death can fight."

"I'd like to see if it's the Temple of Death that is more powerful, or my Buddha is better!"

"Buzz!"

On the dark soul body of the compassionate master, there is actually a burst of Buddha's light, surrounded by the "d" seal!

a time.

The little god of death under the city wall trembled suddenly, his voice trembling: "Wori, what the hell..."

Why is there another fiercer one!

"Stop talking, I'm going to find my master, my younger brother." The compassionate master suddenly said, "I must remember what I told you."

The compassionate master pointed to the crystal clear relic in Lin Fan's hand.

As soon as the words fell, the master of compassion had already penetrated the Great Wall of Steel and headed straight for the area where the Buddhist disciples were stationed.

5 minutes passed quickly.

In the last minute, countless heroic spirits came from all over and lined up on the sea again.

Silent.

Only the waves.

All the soldiers stood on the city wall one after another. Even the soldiers receiving treatment in the medical room, and even Xingye and others who had just woken up, barely stood in the direction of the window, looking at the heroic spirits below.

The time for parting has come.

"salute!"

Lin Fan shouted loudly, and the pitch-black Asura hands were raised in cooperation, as if even the evil ghosts and gods felt admiration for this group of great Xia heroic spirits.

"Shh!"

Thousands of soldiers salute!

On the sea below, [-] soldiers also saluted!

Even Master Compassionate is wearing cassock and saluting with his right hand!

The time has come.

Shura's divine power, which briefly blocked the rules of life and death, was about to be unable to hold on, and gradually receded.

Lin Fan, Zhang Lao, and the heroic spirits could all see that the god of death had slowly appeared above the sea, holding the sickle of death in a dark cloak, looking at these soldiers with complicated eyes.

He's come to take these souls.

"The time has come." The proxy death god looked at Mr. Zhang cautiously, as if asking for instructions, and added: "If I don't take them away, they will become lonely ghosts until they drift away."

Old Zhang looked gloomy and did not speak.

Only then did the agent death breathe a sigh of relief, and slowly waved the sickle.

"Whoosh!"

A dark road unfolded in the void, and the deep and dark road seemed to go all the way, and everything would return to calm.

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The road is open.

The road to the other side.

"Everyone, go in." Death said softly.

The Heroic Spirits turned around slowly, but then stopped.

A heroic spirit suddenly shouted: "Er Gouzi, help me take care of my parents!"

"Third brother, if the city wall falls, I will kick you to death! This is the city wall that I have tried my best to protect!"

"Xiao Wang, don't cry! Be like a man! Remember, watch your back! I won't be able to help you next time! Watch your back! Fuck, if there is another life, I will never be your squad leader... Oh, forget it , next time, I'll be your squad leader, you bastard..."

"Second Worm, don't let me see you down there. If I see you over there, I'll kick your ass! Live well and protect your home and country!"

"Okay, stop crying!"

"Everyone, let's go!"

The soldiers on the city wall cried and saluted again.

And those heroic spirits turned around slowly and walked towards the dark road.

suddenly.

A heroic spirit laughed: "I heard that the brothers over there are fighting!"

As soon as these words came out, those heroic spirits who were originally a little sad were taken aback for a moment, and then excitedly geared up, looking eager to try!

"Haha, I didn't expect to fight after death! Let's go and help the brothers!"

"Fight with sea beasts in life, fight with death temple after death, haha, interesting, let's go!"

"Brothers, hold on, here we come!"

"Look at how powerful those gods of death are! Damn, I'm the best in the regiment in wrestling and catching!"

"18 years is too long, I just want to overthrow the Temple of Death and return to Daxia!"

"By the way, in our state, it seems that we can't be killed... That's a fart, let alone the god of death, even if I am the king of heaven, I will dare to fuck him!"

"Brothers of the 138th regiment, come to me, our regiment leader is here, let him take command!"

"Dry!"

"Brothers, when we call back with the brothers over there, we can meet again soon!"

"One hundred thousand banners behead Yama!"

Even the compassionate master, who has always been calm and calm, smiled brightly, his soul exuded a burning Buddha's light, clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, I have been merciful all my life, and today I am going to hell... just overthrow hell!"

"Amitabha, my Buddha wants Caodi Mansion today!"

"Brothers, kill!"

Those heroic spirits who were originally reluctant to leave rushed into the other side of the road leading to the Temple of Death, screaming, and didn't even use the death god to urge or drive them away.

But seeing this scene, the proxy death was trembling all over!

It is a good thing that these souls cooperate so well in normal times.

On weekdays, the souls harvested by the agent of death are unwilling to accept the reality at first, and will run away and resist in various ways.

The acting God of Death can only keep urging, or drive away directly, and expend some effort to forcefully send the other party into the Temple of Death.

It was like the soul he had harvested in that country called the Freedom that had been beaten to a pulp and died in a miserable state.