Myth Invasion: I Killed Gods on Earth

Behind him, hundreds of Confucian shirts shouted loudly:

"The Master said, don't worry about what others don't know, and worry about what others don't know!"

"boom!"

The culture is soaring!

In the sound of the book, each golden and bright character is like a mountain hanging in the night sky, full of coercion.

At this moment, the world seems to be trembling because of this will!

Daxia inherits the will of 5000 years!

"boom!"

The Confucian shirt on Zilu's body shattered suddenly, and under the flowing air, there were ferocious and burly muscles, his long hair shot up into the sky under the restraint of the belt, and his smile was ferocious like a lion!

Benevolent shoulders!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Confucian shirts burst apart, revealing burly, muscular bodies.

"Benevolence!"

"righteous!"

"De!"

The stacked muscles form characters one by one.

Those ferocious backs contain power that has been tempered by thought!

"Is it finally time to start spreading knowledge?"

Zilu took off the Master Pen on his back and carried it in his hand like he was carrying a beam of a house. Under the moonlight, he quietly watched the hundred thousand demon soldiers. His body was full of literary energy, and his long hair soared to the sky, like a lion.

"Things are getting interesting."

Dao Wanqian weighed the brick-like "Yuan Yu" in his hand, smiling broadly.

Behind him, there are people holding books, some holding swords, some drawing bows, and some driving chariots. After all, a gentleman is a project of the six arts of a gentleman...

There are also people holding books made of bricks, huge brushes like sticks, huge and heavy inkstones...

Paper, ink and pen.

The power of knowledge.

Whether it is true that there is a golden house in the book, Huang Feng is not sure, but looking at the brick-like book, Huang Feng knows that being hit by himself is probably the same as being hit by a golden house...

"Come on, class has started."

"Today, I will teach you a word. If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. It means that if you learn the knowledge today, it will be a good deal if you die."

Dao Wanqian expressed the joy of spreading knowledge, holding the heavy "Luan Yu" in one hand, and waved at the hundred thousand demon soldiers with the other.

Each Confucian disciple, like a lion, has a kind smile on his face.

For a moment, looking at these strong men in clothes with ferocious faces and the brilliance of wisdom shining all over their bodies, and the heavy books and ink...

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"Damn, have humans evolved? Why are these scholars like this!"

"retreat!"

The one hundred thousand demon soldiers who had swarmed up just now retreated crowdedly, their eyes full of horror.

The Yellow Wind Monster swept his eyes again.

This time, before the Yellow Wind Monster greeted him, Dao Wanqian, who met his eyes, let out a cold snort.

"Great Xia Daomen!"

Behind him, hundreds of Taoist disciples stepped forward, holding magic swords: "The Taoist is here!"

"Crash!!"

All the talisman papers fluttered and hung in the air.

The heaven and the earth seem to be controlled, and an invisible dao rhyme guides the power of the heaven and the earth, using this as the spirit of the world.

"call!"

The wind is blowing!

"Boom!"

The sky suddenly thundered, and thunderbolts as thick as bowls fell like raindrops, and the dazzling light hit the ground!

"boom!"

The ground cracked, and fires of the Nine Suns spewed out one after another!

Thunder and fire!

The sky is like a pillar of thunder, and the earth is like a sea of ​​fire.

"Come on, you're welcome." Dao Wanqian stood with his hands behind his back.

Yellow Wind Monster: "..."

One Hundred Thousand Monster Soldiers: "..."

Looking at the scene of purgatory, sky thunder rolling like raindrops, and ground fire like sea, Huangfeng Monster even thought he had gone to hell.

"retreat!"

"retreat!"

The yellow wind monster shouted loudly.

"Boss, we haven't rushed up yet..." a demon soldier reminded in a low voice.

Only then did Huang Fenggui come back to his senses, and then his eyes converged again.

His gaze swept over the position of the Buddhist disciples.

Squinted.

It is really a group of bald heads standing there, which is a bit dazzling, even under the moonlight.

"Kill the past!"

The yellow wind monster suddenly shouted loudly.

The hundred thousand demon soldiers turned around again and rushed towards this side.

The abbot of Buddhism was stunned for a moment: "Amitabha, this benefactor doesn't know... Is my Buddhism specialized in killing demons?"

Before the abbot lined up, the one hundred and eight bronze men rushed out with sticks.

"Ah!!"

"what!!"

There were stick shadows, and the sand and gravel on the ground were blown away.

"boom!"

One hundred and eight sticks were struck on the ground, and all the monks held their sticks in one hand, and then a row of monks suddenly took out machetes from their arms, and slapped themselves on the bald head!

"Dang!"

Cut off!

Buddhist iron head skill!

The monks in the second row came out in groups of two.

One person held a long gun and poked the tip of the gun at the throat of the other, while the other walked up with the tip of the gun so abruptly, bent the wooden gun shaft to a shocking angle, and then snapped it off!

Buddha Gate Golden Bell Shade!

For a moment, the demon soldiers felt like they were watching a performance, and even forgot that it was on the battlefield.

"it is good!"

A demon soldier shouted loudly!

"Wonderful!"

"Brilliant!"

"Invulnerable!"

"Amitabha, it's a war! Are you selling tickets?" Abbot suddenly reprimanded with a complex expression.

The leading disciple of the bronze figure was slightly taken aback, clasped his hands together, and said with guilt on his face: "Amitabha, I'm sorry, abbot, it's because there have been too many commercial performances in recent years...a bit of an occupational disease."

"I accidentally performed it."

"Now... one hundred and eight arhats line up, line up to slaughter monsters!"

"Monster soldier, look at the treasure!"

The one hundred and eight bronze figures suddenly shouted angrily, quit the performance state, and formed an arhat formation!

One hundred and eight, the Bronze Man Arhat Formation!

I saw that the one hundred and eight bronze men carried long sticks on their backs, and then shook their cassocks one after another, and took out the Buddhist magic weapon from the cassocks!

rp/g, Gatling.Mortar/Cannon.

It is not worse than the equipment of the previous special operations group!

Behind them, there is a vague phantom of a bodhisattva sitting cross-legged. The bodhisattva has a cigarette in his mouth and a cluster missile launcher on his shoulder.

"Monster! Come here, listen to my Great Mercy and Great Compassion Purdue Sutra, and increase your merits!"

Gatling spun, making a low buzzing sound, like chanting a mantra.

"You guys!" Dao Wanqian on the side looked astonished!

"Amitabha, times have changed." The abbot slowly picked up an ak from his cassock, and with a compassionate face, he pulled the bolt of the gun with Buddha's light all over his body: "You don't need to use martial arts if you have a gun?"

"No, this is considered a method of Buddhism?!"

Dao Wanqian was astonished. In his impression, these bald-headed instruments were lotus thrones, magic pestles, and thousand-year-old Buddha statues...

In the end, he took out an ak from his arms suddenly, what happened?

Is this what your Buddhism should use!

"The benefactor has got a picture, why is this not a method of Buddhism?" The abbot said in a low voice, "These guns were fired by the old monk himself. It's so good."

Dao Wanqian's voice was trembling: "But your Buddhism is not about compassion!"

"Amitabha, it is compassion." The abbot smiled, and fired a few shots at the sky, "If you are hit by a Zen stick, the injured person's tendons and bones will be broken, and the pain will be extremely painful. Even if he dies, he will die very hard."

"But this thing, just come here."

"Without the slightest pain, I went directly to the Western Paradise to meet the Buddha."

"Isn't this also a kind of mercy? Good, good."

The abbot pointed to Gatlin at the side: "I heard that the person who invented this magic weapon was originally a doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded. He must also be a merciful person. Goodness, this person must have immeasurable merit."

For a moment, Tao was speechless.

Look at the ak in the hands of those Buddhist disciples, and then look at the dharma swords in the hands of himself and the Taoist disciples. Dao Wanqian only feels that he seems to be behind... Go back and study more about the combination of Taoist talismans + modern weapons. Can you change the mahogany sword too...

In the hands of Buddhist disciples, those weapons and equipment are surrounded by Buddha light and blessed by Buddha power.

The bald head and the cold firearm exude a golden luster, like a Buddhist instrument for the salvation of the world.

Buddhist disciples recite Buddhist scriptures, and there are bodhisattva phantoms all over their bodies.

There are Bodhisattvas holding Gatling, some Bodhisattvas holding AK, some Bodhisattvas carrying rp and g, and some Buddhist Vajras holding heavy weapons.

"Namo Amitabha, great compassion..."

The sound of the chanting blended eerily with Gatling's whirling low hum.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."