Resurrection of Shinto

Fengshen Bang!

High above the sky.

The eyes of the crowd were piercing, and the gleam in their eyes was as hot as the sun and stars, enough to melt everything in the world.

The appearance of Fengshen Bang represents one thing.

That is the clue they have been pursuing over the past few years, and it is completely correct.

Now they have verified that the origin of the human race is closely related to this enshrined **** list.

The time of the past few years has not been in vain, and it has been verified that this is enough to affect the general trend of the human race, a sense of accomplishment has begun to grow in their hearts, and everyone has born a sense of satisfaction of witnessing history.

A group of people stared deeply at the Conferred God List. After Feng, they took the lead to break the silence and looked at Xu Zhuang and preached: "If a treasure is born, there must be a vision."

"The scene just now has alarmed the outside world. Don't stay here for a long time. When you put away the Fengshen list, quickly rush to Beijing and deliver the treasure to your majesty."

Xu Zhuang's mind was restrained, the light in his eyes was restrained, the thick cow helmet slowly nodded, the two sharp horns, like sharp knives, began to preach in a deep voice: "Feng Xueshi is right."

"You go!"

Xu Zhuang stretched out his hand and pointed, and the soldier standing in front responded: "No!"

The armored warrior strode forward, and the heavy armor made heavy footsteps sound at every step. However, under the blessing of various talismans and poems, the armored armor seemed to have no weight, and the armored warrior walked lightly. , In a blink of an eye, he has come under the Fengshen list.

The soldier walked forward step by step, volleyed, walked to the front of the Conferred God List, and reached out to grab the Conferred God List.

The golden light entwining the Conferred God List suddenly rioted at this moment. This scene was like a calm sea. Suddenly, a violent wind blew and suddenly turned into a continuously rotating vortex to swallow everything.

The golden riots swept the Quartet, and the soldiers bear the brunt.

The golden light touched the armor covering the whole body, and the hundreds of superimposed states were shattered layer by layer at this moment.

A series of talismans began to spontaneously ignite, and in a blink of an eye, it took less than a breathing time. Among the hundreds of states, as long as they were related to defense, they were all broken.

The heavy armor was as fragile as tofu, and under the spread of golden light, it began to crack.

The armor turned into fragments, falling one after another from mid-air, before falling to the ground, the golden light stained on the fragments had eroded the fragments completely, and finally there was no trace of ashes left.

The armor was like falling into the lava of a volcano, and the armor, flesh, and bones began to melt under the golden light.

The last soldier who was comparable to the level of Thunder Tribulation, died clean and without any traces.

After the golden light killed the armored soldiers, he never stood still, the Conferred God List seemed to be irritated, and the golden brilliance completely bloomed, layer after layer began to spread in all directions, wave after wave like ocean waves.

Seeing this, Xu Zhuang said in a deep voice: "Withdraw!"

Jin Guang is so overbearing, and the Thunder Tribulation level can't persist for an instant. Even if they leave defenses, it will be extremely difficult for them to persist, and there is no need to resist here.

Evacuate first and wait for reinforcements at that time.

With the dominance of the Conferred God List, there is no fear at all. Even if there are outsiders here, it will take a while to collect the Conferred God List. Although it is not close to Zhoushan, it is not far away from Beijing.

At the speed of the boat of good fortune, it would not take long to come to Zhoushan.

Xu Zhuanggui, the head of the Xuanjing Division, immediately judged the situation seven or eight and chose the best way to deal with it.

Just a few steps after Xu Zhuang withdrew, a loyal scholar of scribes had already come out.

Feng Hou looked at Xu Zhuang who was retreating, and before Xu Zhuang could ask questions, Feng Hou took the lead to preach: "The first person can retreat, I can't retreat!"

"If you leave this independent space, the independent space will disappear in hiding, and I want to find it next time, I don't know how long it will be."

"Da Chu has been raising a scholar for five years, and the festival of righteousness and death is now."

After Feng Feng did not wait for Xu Zhuang's consent, he had already walked forward in a stride, and the streaks of literary spirit had gathered together in a blink of an eye, and they were already blooming in an instant.

Xu Zhuang moved like thunder, and just retreated extremely fast, but Fenghou's reaction was deliberately slow. When Xu Zhuang heard Fenghou's words, Xu Zhuang had already rushed into the entrance.

Finally, after looking at the awe-inspiring and energetic wind, the expression of admiration could not help but emerged.

The literary spirit is like thunder, the void roars, and it flourishes for a while, and has reached the peak of the mundane, which has reached the level of the great Confucian.

Such people who went to death generously can be called national scholars.

The picture is quiet, the entrance of the illusory door is constantly shaking, and the left and right start to twist.

No longer can I see any movement in the independent space, Zhoushan and the independent space have become completely different places.

In the independent space, when everyone in Xuzhuang disappeared, Jin Guang had already come behind the wind.

The earth-shaking literary spirit, after encountering the golden light, quickly melted like white snow under the sun.

But then a mana ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was about to explode at this time, to resist the golden light, and then take advantage of the trend to seize the Conferred God List, and a strong voice sounded from behind the wind.

"Amitabha!"

The four-character, vigorous, long, full of harmony.

The Buddha's light seemed to be slow and fast. From behind, it touched the golden light one step at a time. The Buddha's light bloomed like a lotus flower one after another. The pure and transparent golden lotus blossomed in a blink of an eye.

The golden lotus flower resembles a reef, and under the constant scouring of the golden light, I stayed still.

Fixed firmly in the air, only the golden lotus swayed slightly, and the golden color was brilliant.

A monk with a brown robe inside and a red robes on the outside has appeared beside the wind.

The monk's head had meat on his temples, his ears were drooping, and his shoulders were already hanging down. His fat face quivered as he walked.

Standing beside the wind, the monk praised and preached: "Not long after the great Chu was founded, there was such a loyal man."

"poor,"

"Tao,"

The Taoist word has not been uttered, but only a mouth shape has changed: "Monk!"

"It is not the poor monk who wants to seize these treasures, but the poor monk who admires the loyalty the most.

"To find a poor monk afterwards, go to Putuo Mountain to find a poor monk."

"Whoever makes the poor monk a good person."

The monk smiled and moved forward, the golden lotus flower gradually moved. After the wind, watching the monk walked to the front of the enshrined gods list as if he had entered a no-man's realm, he stretched out his hand towards the enshrined gods list and picked it up.

After the wind squinted his eyes, a murderous intent was brewing from the bottom of his heart, and his appearance was not even clear.

This is the moment.

When the monk touched the Conferred God List, the Conferred God List vibrated suddenly, swaying left and right, fighting back.

The wind also moved with it.