After being dressed as the evil god

In the quiet silence, the drums of the temple suddenly sounded again, and the shengxiao played the music of offering sacrifices to the gods. The smoke from the incense smoke curled up and formed blue clouds. lotus lamp.

The mortals in the temple who had been frightened and trembling before saw this vision, all of them calmed down and knelt down before the divine chariot to pray.

Pray to the God Lord of Hunyuan One Qi Returning to Trueness, to the Ferryman of the Underworld, to the Lord of the False Reality, Dreams, and Caves, to the True Lord, and to...

Kill the ghosts, kill the ghosts!Get everything back to normal!

Their prayers turned into light blue smoke and gathered on the Zhulun Divine Chariot. The statue was made more majestic and taller, and the face was blurred in the smoke. Only one pair of eyes was sharp and transparent, and the fierceness in the prayer came from the eyes of the god. Condensed, turned into a ray of light, suddenly slashed out, and slashed straight at the dark green ghost car on the opposite side!

The sharpness has not come, but the determination first.

The mighty ghost energy in front of the ghost frame was broken by a line, and the left and right were divided into two parts.

Sitting in the car, Xi Chen'an raised his arm and pointed, the iron chain suddenly passed through, the dark red car curtain swung open, and collided with Li Guang in mid-air, causing a circle of ripples in the air.

The blade light shattered inch by inch, and the iron chain flew back into the car.Xi Chen'an raised his hand to catch the iron chain, he twisted the shattered opening, and softly clicked: "All living beings wish..."

Shinto monks mostly use the power of incense, for fear of being disturbed by the thoughts of sentient beings in the incense, and fascinated by their sanity. Before refining, they need to be purified in various ways to wash away the complicated desires.When it comes to Jidi, it's just the opposite, and these complicated thoughts can be used for it.This is the way of chaos.

All living beings wish.The minds of all beings.

To put it bluntly, it's nothing more than the greed, hatred and obsession of mortal beings, seeking benefits and venting.

However, these illusory thoughts, which are useless except to confuse the gods, possessed terrifying power in the hands of Hun Huan.

Among the lanterns and sacred music, the sacred chariots decorated with fragrant flowers and colored silk moved spontaneously. Except for the sacred chariot of the main statue, the other sacred chariots greeted the old, sick, and dying in the south-west and north directions.

A statue of a god holding a golden cup stepped out of the chariot to the west, poured endless fragrant flowers from the cup, broke through the dark mist, and flooded into the big black coffin.

The ghost beside the coffin was blowing the music, the bones of death and pain were sitting on the coffin, and the joints full of cracks knocked on the coffin lid. Amidst the soft crackling sound, the dark death was suddenly strong, and the flying flowers that approached were all withered and withered, without a sound fell to the ground.

Out of the divine chariot to the south came out a god statue riding on a white-fronted tiger with eye-catching eyes and surrounded by countless flying immortals. With a single finger, the tiger and flying immortals pressed against the dim light that filled the entire street.

The blind and sick wolf with skin and bones grinned, and among the flying blue shadows, there was a horrible figure with pustules or festering, showing various diseases and sufferings.The huge wolf shadow synchronized with the sick wolf, rushing towards it brazenly!

A statue wearing a butterfly mask stepped out of the divine chariot in the north, and the colorful lights danced against the blurred and faded changes in the street.

The old man on crutches stopped in front of the temple, raised his head tremblingly and let out an old sigh when the painted car drove towards him with the pressure of sacred majesty.The old dust fell like heavy snow.

The three-faced vision rose, and a ghostly fire ignited in Xi Chen'an's eyes.

What he faced was the most difficult one, the idol with the pseudonym of Chaos.The idol was still sitting in the divine chariot, and it hadn't moved after the sharp light in its eyes.

Like a shadow, Xi Chen'an suddenly stepped out of the ghost car, and directly hit the statue incarnated by Chaos.

It was just a statue.

In front of the divine chariot, Xi Chen'an's figure suddenly appeared, he stopped there, and suddenly raised his head.

The light green incense in the temple rises to the sky and merges into clouds covering the sky.

The stars and the moon are dark, and between yin and yang, a third force suddenly descends into the world.

Light green smoke rose from the entire Ji land and even part of the old land of Da Yin, covering the earth in the smoke, responding to the power of chaos.

In the midst of this resonance, in the hub city of many temples in Jidi, the dimmed lights gradually brightened, and pale blue smoke seemed to rise from the bodies of the mortals who were fixed in the city.

Amidst the increasingly passionate drum music, the sky is filled with blue clouds like the sky is pouring down!The many ghosts who besieged the temple were crushed by this power, and they couldn't move.

May all beings wish to destroy ghosts and ghosts, and maintain the old way!

The god in the car is smiling but not smiling, his eyes are completely new.

This is the foundation of chaos in the human world. If the foundation is not destroyed, these gods will not be destroyed.The temples and god statues in Jidi are connected to form a large formation.

But this is the big world, not his small world.

The sentient beings here can reincarnate to other places. In this life, they are deluded in a hopeful place, but they may not still be unaware of suffering in the previous life.

Zheng's originally secluded piano sound suddenly rose up, like a cold chirp, shaking the sky and clear clouds.

The ghosts who were forced to bow their heads raised their heads amidst the sound of the piano.

An old man with sunken cheeks, a toiler with a broken leg and an arm, a skinny woman, a strange-looking child, a monster with scars... They followed behind him, and the resentment of the dead echoed in their obsessions: offering sacrifices to gods, Building temples, presenting immortals, testing Taoism, fighting beasts...

When I was alive, I didn't know why I lived, and when I died, I didn't know why I died. I was in a sea of ​​suffering, and I didn't know the pain.It is hoped that devoting to the temples in the ruins of the family can escape suffering, and it is hoped that worshiping the gods like crazy can become a master.With greed and hatred as the mind, with ignorance as the heart, I don't know where the suffering comes from, and I don't know where the injustice lies.

Now that we know injustice today, resentment will arise!

Xi Chen'an jumped up, entangled himself in iron chains and opened a huge net, bringing hundreds of ghosts, and suddenly netted towards the temple!

Hundreds of ghosts gather to slash at the high gods!

Whether he agrees with Nuxu's way or not, at least she is right about one thing.

Ghosts are born out of unjust resentment.

In life, like tiny grass and dust, powerless to repay, after death, there are deep grievances, and hundreds of ghosts go out at night, so you should use this to repay the gods and immortals!

Wrathful ghosts swallowed up the solemn and holy temple.

click.

First there was a crack, and then they joined together.More and more cracks appeared in the hub temple of this large formation, and finally broke into pieces amidst the iron chains.

The sound of drums and flutes from the temple, the smoke from the incense burners, and the beautiful golden flowers formed by the lights...all of them drifted away.

The three god statues, holding golden cups, riding tigers, or wearing butterfly masks, all froze in place, and then shattered into the original clay-bodied wood sculptures.

The faint sound of the piano coiled in the cold night wind, and the chaotic statue lost its luster in the sound of the piano.

Xi Chen'an stood above the collapsed temple, looking down at the many ghosts devouring the temple.

Ghosts... are the most desperate, helpless, saddest and painful beings in the world. In this world where cause and effect are destroyed and there is no justice, they have broken a very painful path.

Several dark shadows attacked Xi Chen'an silently.

Ding.The iron chain was blocked horizontally, and a ox hair fine needle was blocked on the iron chain.Before the remaining few had time to hit the iron chain, they stopped in mid-air as if falling into ashes, and then fell powerlessly, falling into an old hand.

Soul Needle.

Xi Chen'an looked down, and several monks were looking at him in horror.

The old man leaning on the wooden stick coughed a few times.One of the monks' complexion was pale, and he was visibly aging with the naked eye. The five declines of heaven and man suddenly came to him, and he murmured in horror that it was impossible.

Before they confronted the temple, these monks broke free of their control while their breath was shaking.

The catastrophe of heaven and earth will not let Jidi alone.It's just that this is the territory of chaos, and it is also distorted by his way.The five declines of heaven and man here only come to monks with low cultivation bases.Practitioners in Jidi are deeply impressed by the principles of the Master.

Xi Chen'an's eyes were cold, and he threw out a black order in his palm: "Sooner or later it will be your turn, since you are impatient, let's start now."

判！

The ink color is swaying, outlining the cause and effect of a lifetime, but none of the ink colors has reemerged into the body, and all of them have turned into various scenes of prisons.

"What the hell is this?!" These monks only had time to let out a last exclamation before disappearing into the prison.

The sentient beings in Hebei do not know their sufferings, nor their sins.

On the snow field that never springs, there is still heavy snow that never stops.But when the sun sets, the white world becomes black.

Daxuan's hand rested on the surface of the piano, and stopped the tail note of the strings.A streak of ink lay across his fingertips, like a wound cut by a string.

The power of Chaos descending on the statue is a bit too much, and it is hard for him to persuade Bai Di to open this gap for him.

Daxuan twirled the ink marks on his fingers, the sound of wind and snow between heaven and earth suddenly fell silent, and fell into pure silence.

He wanted the gods to fight against Chaos, and Chaos wanted to use him to divert the attention of the gods, and the gods naturally wanted Chaos to deal with him.

This is to be expected.

But Hun Chao wants to cooperate with the gods, but it's not just for this.

The lack of Tao...the Tao of the gods is also lacking.

Chaos can also tear apart the gaps in the way of the gods to gain strength. He didn't do it because he was worried about the backlash of the gods.

Greed is biting him all the time, and every bit of damage is urging him to grab strength.

Daxuan is waiting.

Waiting for the chaotic desire and anxiety to tear the balance with your own hands.

A drop of ink dripped from the wound on the fingertip, and the wind and snow howled.

At that time, he will drop the last son and decide the end of the world!