Blood-stained sunsets, broken ancient trees, collapsed churches, shattered corpses, stained blood, headless angels...... Each of the individual pictures constitutes a gloomy and cold scene.

The angel died, and this was the end that was determined from the beginning. After all, the white bone spirit with the phantom system, even if it is reincarnated and rebuilt, is destined to be a fate in this world. If the saint does not come out, who can do anything?

As for the death of those believers. It's really hard to find fault for causation.

Guo Xiang released the Wendao Heavy Treasure Ink Inkstone, wanting to prevent them from becoming a tragedy, but unfortunately this good deed was blocked by the angels.

Bai Suzhen was kind-hearted in the end, and before the battle began, she also thought about sheltering these believers. However, the Angel of War, who existed specifically for war, destroyed the church with a single sword, burying the lives of all believers.

At that moment, whether it was Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqing, or Guo Xiang, they couldn't help but feel a little gloomy in their hearts. Only the white bone spirit has always remained calm.

To put it bluntly, for mature gods and demons, believers will no longer be humans, but the private property of gods and demons. You can't expect a murderous demon king to sympathize with mortals who believe in angels from their bones to their souls.

This is not a sophistry, but a position.

Along the way, with sparks and lightning, the white bones swept through the Buddha Gate Fahai, the Daomen Golden Bone, the War Angel, the Golden Warrior, the Starry Sky Giant, the Poison Tan Demon Dragon, the Ghost Face Baby, the Holy Priest, and a Trap City full of various trap beasts.

The land of Kyushu, the source of nine plagues. The nine Guardians of the Plague are doing their best to disguise their identities, such as Fahai at the beginning, using demon zombies to set up a killing game, just to mislead the game-breakers. However, all the disguises, all the disguises, in front of the huge bug ghost system that even the Heavenly Dao did not fix, everything was scum.

Mei Qi and Lingyue, the two daughters, swept over at a glance, and almost deduced their ancestors for eighteen generations.

Hidden, non-existent.

It was from this point that Bai Gu gradually got a little tired of playing. A low-level little person, all the way through the thorns, counter-killing strong enemies, suppressing the heroes in the bloody wind and rain, smiling proudly in the world, self-respecting, this is a counterattack, it is a hearty refreshing feeling. From having nothing to owning everything, the most important thing is not the result, but the process.

Yes, that's right, the current state of Bai Gu is that it lacks a sense of coolness, and it does not have the strong belief that starting from scratch and facing a saber-toothed tiger with numb hair but wants to kill it.

Invincible from the beginning, after the passion, more hidden dangers were exposed. The fate tribulation has not been easy to survive since ancient times, and this hidden danger is also one of the fate tribulations. If the white bones always relied on the ghost spirit system and returned to the cultivation of the previous period, then even though the strength was the same, the heart would be different.

Although the white bones of the past are not the pinnacle of one step at a time, every step is very steady. That's why he was able to achieve the honor of the Great Sage and be recognized as the King of Ten Thousand Demons.

Until now, White Bone has not realized this. Meiqi, although the accumulation of Lingyue is profound, she also underestimates the weirdness of fate. However, Bai Gu did a very important thing right, he took away Xu Xian's luck and became the protagonist of this life.

The destiny is added, and the protagonist's aura is shrouded, causing him to solve all these hidden dangers with another psychology and resolve the fate of the fate.

Therefore, all luck does not appear in a vacuum, and everything has a cause and effect.

This is not Buddhist French, but the reincarnation of heaven.

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Time flies, two days later, everyone returned to the bank of the West Lake in Hangzhou, Guo Xiang said goodbye to the white bones, flew back to the Hangzhou Confucian Temple as fast as possible, and explained what she had seen and heard in the past few days. After listening to the explanation, the anxious Confucian scholars, led by Yan Hui, suddenly stretched their brows and secretly breathed a long sigh of relief.

God knows, the source of the plague has always been a heavy mountain pressing on their hearts, every time they think that every moment there will be the people of the Great Song Dynasty who will die in the battle for Taoism, to put it bluntly, because of them, they will be depressed, difficult to breathe, the past solid Wen Xin, at this moment is also constantly shaking.

It can be expected that if the source of the plague cannot be found for a long time, resulting in the death and injury of the people of the Great Song Dynasty, these great Confucians will be broken, and the future realm will not only be unable to advance, but will even continue to weaken, until the moment of their death, they will follow them like shadows, like a body with bones. At worst, faith collapsed, the spiritual platform was covered with dust, and the spirit collapsed, and from then on, he lived between heaven and earth as a madman, doing things that no one dared to predict.

"Fortunately, fate allowed us to meet Xu Xian, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Daru surnamed Liu sighed again.

From the beginning, I was full of suspicion and was on guard at every turn. To this day, I am convinced and grateful, and the surname Liu is not the first to change, but it is the most contrasting.

There are many moments when he can't help but think: There is no need to say anything about thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young man to be poor, and now the teenage Xu Xian is enough to shame all the old immortals.

"Xu Xian did what he promised, and then it's time for us Confucians to fulfill their promises. Yan Hui got up from his seat, his green robe moved without wind, and slowly walked out of the Temple of Literature.

The expressions of the rest of the great Confucians became solemn, their eyes did not squint, and they followed him solemnly, stepped out of the Temple of Literature, and ascended to the sky against the wind.

At this point, the plague matter is over. But what will follow is in a sense even grander and more spectacular than the outbreak of the plague in Kyushu in the Great Song Dynasty.

This is the first time in history that all the Confucian scholars in the United Kingdom have gathered together to achieve one person with the practice of hundreds of millions of people, and it is also a real god-making action, which involves so many aspects that if you are not careful, you will not only succeed, but even shake the true foundation of Confucianism.

"Sage, it is too easy for hundreds of millions of Confucian scholars to gather and give others a chance to set up a killing situation, if those Taoist sects who are hostile to Confucianism make up their minds to attack us at all costs, then we will usher in the most cruel disaster. "In the vast sea of learning, in the majestic mountain of books, Confucius sat under the peach tree, behind the chessboard, holding the sunspot silently. Mencius sat opposite him, his right hand constantly grabbing the white zi in the chess basket, his voice trembling a little.

He couldn't imagine how he would deal with himself if the situation he feared came true.

"Don't worry about this, whoever makes trouble, kills whom. Suddenly, a fresh breeze rose, blowing down thousands of petals of light red peach blossoms, and a burst of peach blossom rain was formed. A demon god wearing gold chain mail, a crown of purple and gold hair, and a long red cloak behind him, stepped on the petals, and his face gradually became clearer.

"Even you were born...... Mencius looked at the visitor in a daze, and after a long time, he turned his eyes to Confucius thoughtfully: "Sage, do you have something to hide from me?"