The flames burned fast, and they followed the knack of the tree god's mouth and nose into his body. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info there was a little bit of light spots on the surface of his body, and the color of these light spots was unusually bright.

It looks a little dazzling.

"Alas!"

Du Chenghuang sighed helplessly, and the other ghosts and gods retreated in some fright, fearing that the fire at the city gate would affect the pond fish.

Rumble!

The flames burst out again, as if exploding, and the slightest spot of light shot out the old flames, rolling greedily, and the cyan tree god could no longer withstand the calcination of the fire, turning into a black piece of coke.

The wind blew, and a trace of black powder scattered in all directions, and soon there was no trace of it.

In the Yangshi, Dayangshuzhuang is a small village under Zhibei County, with only more than 100 households. It is named because there is a poplar tree at the head of the village that has grown for hundreds of years and has flourishing leaves.

This large poplar tree is not only the origin of the name of their village, but also the patron saint of their village.

Every year, on major festivals, or on the fifteenth day of the first month of each month, there will be sacrifices to the tree god, praying that he will protect the village and let the people not be invaded by evil spirits.

This sacred tree is indeed supernatural, every night, it will emit a turquoise glow, covering the entire village, like a giant umbrella cover, protecting people from evil spirits and ghosts.

But on this day, the turquoise glow on the sacred tree suddenly extinguished, the fresh leaves became dry, and even the old bark of the tree, which had experienced hundreds of years of wind and frost, was extremely tough and difficult to be injured by knives and guns, and began to fall off in large pieces.

At the roots of the trees, there are faint traces of fire.

"The Dryad has fallen!"

"The Dryad has fallen!"

"The Dryad has fallen!"

The villagers of Dayangshu Village looked with horror at the rapidly yellowing and withering leaves, as well as the trunks of the trees, as if they had been burned by fire.

Something is wrong!

Something really happened!

The location of Dayangshu Village is very remote and the population is sparse. Therefore, there are a lot of demons and ghosts around, and they have not been disturbed because of the protection of the tree god before.

Now that the god of the tree has fallen, the demon will surely return.

The creatures in the darkness around them also felt the fall of the tree god, and looking at the thin blood qi in the sky above the big poplar village, their eyes couldn't help but show greed and ferocity.

has the same experience as Dayangshu Village, and there is also Xishi Village!

The village is even more sparsely populated, and most of the people are stonemasons, so it is called Shishi Village because they often wash stones in the river.

A boulder is enshrined in the heart of the village.

This boulder is less said to be thousands of catties, and there are mysterious lines on the stone, according to the old man, it is a mural of ancient people. It contains many secrets that no one knows.

The government also sent people to seal it, and it is said that it has been sent to Beijun for adults to read.

The origin of this stone is also very interesting, legend has it that a long, long time ago, the ancestors of Xishi Village were infested by the surrounding monsters, and after the villagers summed up, they planned to build a Taoist temple in the center of the village to worship the gods, so as to obtain protection.

Just when the project was half completed, I wanted to invite the idol to enter the throne.

A boulder suddenly rolled down the mountain, and it landed right on the throne of the god without being biased.

The villagers were amazed.

At that time, the old man thought that this was the will of heaven, so he began to worship.

This boulder is also very spiritual. Since the day it was enshrined, there have been no ghosts within a radius of ten miles, strange beasts have appeared, and the villagers have thanked it for its kindness.

They all call him the Stone God!

But today, the big stone in the center of Xishi Village suddenly cracked, and dense cracks penetrated the whole body of the stone.

The loud noise alarmed the villagers who had gone to bed early.

They walked barefoot and clothed to the center of the village, their mouths wide open, and they looked at the big stone god with disbelief.

Because, just now, the sacred stone that has been enshrined in their village for hundreds of years suddenly shattered and turned into a pile of broken stones.

"The sky has fallen, and the great stone god has fallen!"

Du Chenghuang looked at his subordinates with some heartache, although the Yujizi side suffered heavy losses, the Dao Palace was destroyed, and the ghosts and immortals were killed and injured countless times, which can be said to be a great injury to the vitality.

But there were also several gods on his side who fell, and countless ghost soldiers turned into ashes.

Victory!

It's tragic!

The ghosts and gods who were secretly observing, as well as the power of the other side, looked at the few people left on both sides, and everyone was injured, and then thought of the overwhelming place at the beginning, waving the flag, and couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart.

The Divine War was so tragic.

Easily unopenable.

If you are not careful, you will have the worry of being riddled with calamity and falling.

As time passed, the divine light of the jade machine became weaker and weaker, and a trace of black gas lingered outside the green light, like a spring silkworm chewing mulberry leaves, constantly corroding the few remaining divine lights.

When the divine light was completely pierced, it was the day when Yujizi and the others fell.

"What should I do?"

"How's that okay?"

The Daomen ghosts and immortals with three flowers on their heads gathered together in some fright, as if only the strength of the group could make them feel a little safe.

Yu Jizi's face was gray, and he could feel the disappearance of the divine light.

At this rate, it may not take them all an hour to fall here.

"That's all there is to it!"

Yu Jizi looked at the black mist that was getting thicker and thicker around him, and his heart was desperate, and suddenly he thought of the scene just now, the cyan tree god fell to the ground, and the blazing flames swept everything, and even the black sin did not escape.

It was completely burned into nothingness.

The tillers are afraid of the flames!

As if grasping something, his eyes lit up suddenly.

There is salvation!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Yu Jizi, who was anxious to save his life, could no longer care about the Taoist priest and the foundation beside him, and the three flowers on his head rubbed against him, and more and more sparks were burst out.

The Yellow Turban wrestlers around him couldn't dodge and were landed on him by Mars.

The spark the size of a mosquito and a fly seemed to have received fuel and exploded in an instant.

The raging flames tumbled and erupted, rolling everywhere like fireballs.

Not only were the Yellow Turban wrestlers burned to ashes by the flames, but even the surrounding Taoist priests couldn't dodge and were instantly ignited.

"Ancestor, don't!"

There are also three flowers on the top of the head, and the ghost fairy Taoist priest who is full of spirit and spirit, seeing that Yu Jizi has a crazy look on his face, the three flowers on the top of his head rub, and from time to time spray sparks around.

His heart was terrified, and he kept wailing.

However, how could Yu Jizi care about their life or death at this time?

Rumble!

More and more flames burned, and the entire Dao Palace was plunged into a sea of fire, and there were wails and begs for mercy everywhere.

But Yu Jizi's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and the black resentment can really be purified in the flames.

"Crazy!"

Du Chenghuang looked around the jade machine, the yellow turban wrestler who was lit as if he was moving a torch, and the ghost immortal Taoist who had cultivated into three flowers and fled in all directions, and kept wailing, his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

This fire is not ordinary fire, but the true fire of Taoist samadhi, nothing does not burn, and all water is difficult to extinguish. Even if he doesn't want to be contaminated, this jade machine is really crazy.

There are so many real fires spewing out, you must know that the flames have no intelligence, they do not distinguish between friend and foe, and everything is burned wherever they pass.

Moreover, the most severely damaged is his blessed land in the underworld.

Whether it is a palace or a mountain river, it will be burned and collapsed, completely reduced to nothingness. Even if Yu Jizi survives this time, the foundation of hundreds of years will be completely destroyed.

"Retreat, retreat!"

The ghosts and gods of all walks of life looked at the blazing Dao Palace, and commanded their subordinates to retreat in horror, but the flames came too quickly, and the speed of burning was far beyond everyone's imagination.

The raging flames resemble the tides, like waves crashing against the shores of a reef.

No matter how crazy they ran, it was difficult to get rid of them completely, and from time to time there were ghost soldiers who were swept into the flames and completely turned into nothingness.

When Du Chenghuang and the others fled to a safe place, they looked at the rear with palpitations.

The entire Dao Palace had been completely burned by the flames, and now only a ruin remained.

Looking at it like a blazing sea of fire, every ghost and god had a palpitating heart in his eyes.

During the escape just now, more than one-third of the ghosts and gods and ghost soldiers were burned by the flames and completely buried in the flames.

"Damn it!"

"This old man is a madman. ”

"He actually set fire to his own Dao Palace!"

Du Chenghuang stood on top of the frame with an ugly face, the escape just now was really embarrassing, and even his personal guards had lost a lot. The bronze chariot also lost a wheel in the confusion, and the chariot almost fell, if it weren't for the generals under their command, who supported the wheels in their hands, carried the bronze chariot, and followed the carriage quickly.

I can't say that I will also fall into this boundless sea of fire.

Moreover, the ghosts and gods under his command suffered heavy losses, and nearly one-third of the ghosts and gods fell.

In addition to the tree gods and stone gods who had fallen before, more than a dozen gods were burned to death by the flames.

Look at the only remaining door gods, river gods, land gods, etc.

Du Chenghuang felt his head swell.

Most of the fallen ghosts and gods are guardian spirits, and without their suppression and protection, the evil spirits will definitely take the opportunity to harass the people of Li and cause riots in the Yang world.

This is the last thing he wants to see.

However, thinking of Yu Qingdao's loss, his face became a little better.

Although he suffered heavy losses, the losses of Yuqing Dao were even more astonishing, even devastating.

Countless palaces have been reduced to nothingness, and there are still a large number of ghosts and immortals, Yellow Turban wrestlers who have either died on the battlefield, or devoured by resentment, or died in the fire.

Yuqingdao's loss this time was heavy beyond imagination.

The Yellow Turban Lux is only an outer protector and can be cultivated at any time.

But each of these Daomen ghosts and immortals was cultivated by the sect with a lot of effort, and it took decades or hundreds of years to cultivate.

They are the elite of the door and the mainstay.

Whether a sect can prosper or not, of course, must have heavenly immortals, and earth immortals can suppress luck, but elite disciples are equally important.

The power of the heavenly immortals, the power of the earth immortals, will fall one day after all.

As long as there are enough resources and opportunities, elite disciples are also qualified to win the rank of Earth Immortal and Heavenly Immortal after growth.

Only with enough elite disciples as a reserve can the sect avoid the embarrassing situation of being in dire straits.

With so many Daomen ghosts and immortals falling in an instant today, even if the Yuqing Daoist has a great cause, it is estimated that he will feel pain in his flesh.