Chapter 1627

Xuanhuang was shaken, and there were five regions, four of which were at war.

Four fields of heaven and earth were dyed red with blood and covered with the veil of blood.

There are more monks around, including the great sage and the holy king. There are also one or two quasi imperial class who are only spectators.

Ye Chen is a madman, and the friars in heaven are all madmen. No one dares to touch the bad luck in such scenes.

In the roar, the Tianting army led by the descendants of the emperor took the lead in ending the battle and exterminating the sun and moon deity.

The ancestors of the sun and moon cult died, from the Supreme Master to the disciples, all of them were killed.

From a distance, it is a bloody world. There is no mountain standing or a palace in good condition. There are broken limbs and broken arms in all directions. The blood is gathered into a river, and the fragments of magic weapons are all over the ground.

This time, the real devastation, real bones into mountains and rivers of blood, like the Shura hell.

Heaven won a complete victory, each evil spirit towering.

Who would have thought that in such a large-scale war, more than 10 million people participated in the war, and there were no casualties in the great Chu heavenly court.

The fighting power is absolutely suppressed. The sun moon Shinto religion is the target of slaughter from the beginning to the end.

"What can be taken away will not be kept and moved back." Xiao Chen's sound wave is powerful and powerful and spreads all over the country.

Under the order, the friars of heaven all accepted the sword and sword battle, and each took up his bloody sleeves and began to clean up.

When the war is over, there is no reason why we should not take the booty.

It costs a lot of money to hire mercenaries. They always have to collect some books. They should be very rich.

Thus, the army was divided into two groups, five million monks swept up and five million monks blocked up in all directions, so as not to make trouble.

The spectators were embarrassed and squatted on the top of the hill.

I know you killed it. We didn't want to rob it.

Besides, you have such a large lineup, who would be stupid to go to pick up the baby, unless the brain is in the water.

In the next picture, there are enough animals.

Monk Tianting, it's an inch of sweeping! Ancient trees, exotic flowers and plants, spiritual springs, and broken fragments of magic tools are all left intact.

More natural, in picking up the storage bag at the same time, even people's clothes are also a piece of grilled, leaving underpants.

All the monks around the mountains, whether they were quasi emperor or quasi saint, were all talking.

Before the war, these people were a bunch of lunatics.

At the moment, they have become shameless robbers.

Moreover, look at its skillful technique, do not want to know that this sneaky business is not less.

"Little king, the Holy Lord's secret order." On the empty sky, Huang Qiang, a man who came, handed out a jade slip.

Xiao Chen waves his hand and smashes the jade slips. The secret order of the inner divine consciousness is absorbed into the divine sea by him.

Immediately, his eyes, then blooming God.

Long Teng and others gather to see Xiao Chen.

"Go to the West desert and Wai Ling mountain." Xiao Chen is the first to turn around, treading on the empty sky and rolling with evil spirit.

The friars of heaven heard that the fighting spirit was high.

Obviously, the siege is not over, there is still a big war, and the battle is still on the West moling mountain.

Behind them was a road paved with blood and bones.

Friars of all directions are very tacit.

The evil spirit of those cruel people is too strong to hide. Only those who have experienced the war can have it.

"A holy land, so destroyed?" The onlookers opened their mouths and were still in the air.

"Millions of people have been slaughtered, how can a miserable word be said?"

"The battle in heaven is really beautiful."

"Ah? If I didn't go back to Zhongzhou, I went to the West desert. " Some people were so surprised that those who were ready to go home also turned their heads and looked up from afar.

"It's not going to hit Lingshan." Someone pondered.

Too many people are meaningful.

If they play Lingshan, they are not surprised that ye Chen was suppressed by the Buddha in Wuzhi Mountain. Now the heaven is powerful and powerful, and most of them have to settle the gratitude and resentment of that year.

Thinking about it, the spectators Hula and followed up, the next scene, will be a big play.

"Weiling mountain?" The other three armies also ended the battle and received secret orders.

Since it is the order of the Lord of heaven, no one disobeys it.

In this way, the army under the command of the dragon, the dragon and the five kings of the great Chu moved westward.

The descendants of the emperor went all the way from the south to the northwest.

Chu Lingyu led the army from Beiyue to the southwest.

Tianting Xianshan, the top of the Jade Maiden peak, sitting upright Ye Chen has got up, and there are flame clouds under his feet.

"You don't have to go to the West desert in person at this moment because of your weakness." Red dust snow whispers.

"The cause and effect between me and Buddhism has not been broken yet." Ye Chen smiles and steps out of the jade girl peak.

Red dust snow helpless shake head, also followed up.

Together with thousands of heavenly court masters.

After they left, Yan Fei, who was in charge of heaven, also went. She followed them far away, which was a secret protection.The West desert is bustling again. The four armies of Tianting and forty million monks have joined together.

Ten million on the left, ten million on the right, ten million on the front, and ten million around. After that, they rushed to Lingshan.

From afar, the Buddhas of Lingshan saw the army of heaven.

They are vast and mighty, like four dark Wang. The sea swallows heaven and earth to submerge the mountain.

At this moment, even the Buddha's mood is shaking.

At that time, Lingshan was in turmoil, the boundary of Buddhism was propped up, the Golden Buddha reappeared, and the light of Buddha was shining all over the world.

"I really think that if there are too many people, we can get down to Lingshan?" At the top of Lingshan mountain, Impatiens smile quietly, and their mouth is slightly warped. There is also a trace of cunning in the playfulness.

While speaking, the Fourth Army of Tianting has been killed.

Dark figures, arranged into a group of friars, East Riding spirit beast, West flying sword, South Teng Yun Wu, North imperial chariot.

Forty million friars, standing full of the vast and empty sky, also covered the vast earth, magnificent momentum.

Everyone is wearing armor and hanging a magic weapon on his head.

The sword clangs, the sword spirit flies, and the killing array buzzes. It points to Lingshan, rolling evil spirit, and covers the sky and the ground.

To the Buddha, the heaven is full of hatred, that is, Buddhism, protect their enemies, but also suppress Ye Chen.

This is a matter of gratitude and resentment, and it must be settled.

"It is undeniable that their brains are brighter than ours." Long Yi and Long Wu touched their bald heads and suddenly felt that their bald heads lost their brightness.

"I pinch my fingers and calculate. There are many treasures in it." The ancient three links and the boundless Taoist, and played the role of God stick.

"My brother has been oppressed and will not die today." Xie Yun, situnan and Xiong Er looked cold and glared at Lingshan, unable to suppress their anger.

Other reincarnations, too, will not hesitate to wave their swords for justice just as they are ordered.

Ye Chen came, stepping on the flame clouds, white clothes, white hair and white beard, indifferent, no joy or sorrow.

The monks who were watching the opera also came. There were millions of people, one after another.

When you see the scene outside Lingshan, you can't help feeling.

"A hundred years ago, ye Chen came here to catch impatiens. The Sakyamuni who lifted the Lingshan mountain, slaughtered the Buddhas and killed the enemy should be robbed into the world. I still remember it very well."

"A hundred years later, ye Chen came again to catch her."

"The difference is that ye Chen didn't fight against the heaven this time. However, although he didn't have a great sage bone, he didn't fight alone. He brought 40 million friars to Tianting."

"It's no wonder that the Impatiens have taken refuge in Lingshan again after such a big battle." The old fisherman, Zhun Di, also came, looking for a comfortable place and chucking his hands.

"All the Buddhas in Lingshan are elm heads? Once trapped, I dare to protect the Impatiens today. "

"Today's business will not be good." Too many people are shining their eyes and waiting for the big play to be staged.

Ye Chen stopped and stood outside the Lingshan mountain.

Far away, you can see the Impatiens on the top of Lingshan mountain.

She cut her white hair and put on the Buddhist clothes.

Yiru a hundred years ago, she was like a nun who had seen through the world. Her eyes were full of pity and her performance was penetrating.

But he clearly saw from her eyes ferocious and cunning, her smile, with a playful and playful, as if to say: kill me! You're going to kill me!