"Didn''t you hear me! Go!"

    Qingcheng sect leader shouted resolutely,

    Only people have made up their minds.

    "We are willing to go through fire and water with the patriarch and die forever!"

    Solemn,

    No,

    I don''t have any hesitation in my heart. What''s the fear of following in front of the people they admire,

    It''s a big deal to give up cultivation in this life and start over in the afterlife.

    Half of the people in the hundred mile city were brainwashed by the power of the golden bowl,

    Only by rushing into the crowd and destroying the golden bowl, the leader of Qingcheng sect can save the crisis of Baili city.

    "Kill!"

    The whole body''s aura soared, and mortals could not bear his shock. They retreated one after another,

    Seeing a road broken in front of me,

    He rushed in without hesitation,

    The cultivation of the disciples behind him was not as firm as himself. After not far, they could not bear the power of the golden bowl and slowly assimilated,

    He didn''t look back,

    And never stayed,

    Only when you can destroy the golden bowl can you save everyone behind you.

    "Amitabha."

    "The sea of bitterness is boundless. It''s time to turn around."

    "Almsgiver, stop."

    The monk came to the head of Qingcheng sect and stretched out his right hand to him,

    "This is a helping hand and redemption. After this crossing, you can cross the boundless sea of suffering."

    "Fuck you!"

    Put down the majesty of the patriarch,

    The leader of Qingcheng sect scolded angrily,

    I don''t need a bald donkey to cross any shit. When I kill him, I will personally cut off the head of the demon monk and hang it at the head of the hundred mile city.

    The power of the golden bowl swept through,

    The original firm eyes were immediately affected, and the spiritual power protecting the whole body began to break at that moment,

    Find the soul infected,

    If you don''t respond, you will become a puppet at the mercy of others,

    Pooh,

    The blade of the sword in his hand pierced into his body, and his eyes were red with blood,

    No matter how strong the temptation is,

    Only pain can wash away,

    The turbid consciousness gradually recovered, but there was no shadow of monk Jin Guang in front of him, and he began to be surrounded by the controlled people.

    "Don''t make me kill you."

    He shouted angrily,

    But no one can hear their threat. In their hearts, only the power of the golden bowl can overcome all the sins in the world,

    And the Lord of Qingcheng sect was just a sin of stubbornness in front of them.

    "Hum, I''ve lived in vain with you stupid guys on huangquan road and mountain."

    With disappointment,

    There was no hesitation with his sword,

    I''d rather die than be manipulated,

    He is the leader of Qingcheng sect,

    Carrying the ancestral blood inherited from the old ancestors,

    Is an existence that can never yield,

    The blade is crimson,

    Rendering in the air,

    The killing machine was released, and some mortals could not help shivering.

    The blade flashed past,

    Several heads flew away, and the blood became a new color in the streets of bailicheng.

    "Lord Cheng Huang!"

    Hundreds of miles outside the city,

    Seeing the state of the city, the land lord couldn''t help but want to turn back,

    All innocent people, why kill each other,

    As a guardian God,

    Why fear the power of the golden bowl,

    The land is public. I can''t figure it out.

    "I know what you are thinking, but the imperial edict of the son of Yin cannot be changed."

    "City God, how many people will die if it goes on like this."

    The land lord asked helplessly,

    Shouldn''t every human life be blessed by the gods? Why should today''s gods stand idly by,

    What the hell do you want to do,

    Why let the gods back down.

    It was not only the land lord who was puzzled, but also many baojiaxian who were also canonized were puzzled,

    What put them in the immortal class,

    What makes them have today''s glory and merit,

    People all over the world,

    If the people have become like this, what is the significance of the existence of gods from now on.

    "I know your incomprehension, but there will be no mistake in the imperial edict of the emperor of Yin. We just need to comply with it."

    "Lord Cheng Huang!"

    Right now,

    A demon clan who also retreated stood up,

    "Lord Cheng Huang, the villain has not yet ranked in the immortal class, so he should not be regarded as the family member of the hell."

    "In that case, the crisis of bailicheng will be resolved by the demon clan such as me."

    Before the city god answers,

    The demon clan went to the direction of Baili city one after another. No one can directly watch the tragedy in Baili city,

    That''s where they live,

    It''s where everything starts.

    Buzzing~~~

    The curtain fell on the sky, blocking all demon families in mid air,

    The City God holds the sword of merit,

    With undiminished dignity, he angrily scolded,

    "No one is allowed to enter the hundred mile city without my permission!"

    The City God was angry,

    These demon families think too simply, but how can they easily mess with things that the emperor of Yin has scruples about,

    Even if you let the demon family resent now,

    The City God can''t let them return to the hundred mile city!

    The two sides are deadlocked,

    The sky on the other side of the hundred mile city became more and more gloomy, and from time to time, there were bursts of ghost gas sweeping in,

    The chaotic demon clan calmed down,

    At this time,

    Are there ghosts trying to get in the way,

    I saw that the dark cloud ghost gas soon entered the hundred mile city. The power of the golden bowl and the ghost gas staggered with each other, completely disrupting the situation of the hundred mile city.

    Within the hundred mile City,

    The leader of Qingcheng sect stained his hands with blood and numbly broke the way forward,

    Unexpectedly, there was no sign of monk Jin Guang in front of him,

    "Go away!"

    The sword moves,

    The spirit cuts at the mortals who come back,

    Right now,

    A ghost suddenly appeared between the two, unexpectedly very unexpectedly blocking the sword Qi for mortals.

    "Damn it, it''s tough enough."

    The ghost pinches the sword Qi in his hand with one hand, and then the sword Qi is broken,

    The ghost smiled darkly,

    "Ghosts!"

    The golden bowl has not been destroyed, and the ghosts have entered the hundred mile city. Now he is even more desperate.

    Soon,

    More and more ghosts appear in the hundred mile city,

    Different levels of ghost Qi swept around the people and stagnated their actions.

    There were shrill ghosts all around,

    The leader of Qingcheng sect was stunned,

    Buzzing.

    Ghost invasion,

    The real body of the golden bowl appears, and the Buddha Qi spreads outward, enveloping all ghosts that dare to appear,

    The ghost that was just shouting was soon hit hard,

    Buddha Qi swept through,

    Ghosts with low cultivation will disappear in an instant,

    If there were not a few ghosts in the ghost King''s realm standing in the front, I was afraid that the cloud formed by the ghosts would be dispersed immediately.

    "You waste people, get back!"

    The ghost at the top of the ghost Kingdom roared,

    These shrimp soldiers and crab generals can''t expect them to fight against the golden bowl and rush to the front instead of dying,

    Ghosts are ruthless,

    Doesn''t mean they''re stupid.

    The ghosts screamed,

    They retreated to the inner side of the barrier formed by ghost Qi,

    There is also the leader of Qingcheng sect who has only one breath left here,

    "There''s a fucking sober one“

    The ghosts soon found him,

    you bet,

    It''s a rare thing to have such a sober person among more than 100000 and 200000 controlled people,

    But in the monk''s eyes,

    Ghosts shrouded around themselves but didn''t kill him, which is a strange thing rarely seen in a hundred years.

    "Brother, you''re lucky enough."

    A ghost patted him on the shoulder and couldn''t help praising him,

    Qingcheng Pope didn''t know whether he should laugh or cry,

    Are ghosts in the same camp as themselves?

    Are you kidding.

    But soon his doubts were solved,

    There is a familiar figure among the ghosts,

    "You are... I know you!"