Chapter 491: The Fall of the Picket Division

"Don't!"

The picket roared in horror, and found that the ghost qi in the body, the soul power, was rapidly disappearing, and it was estimated that it would soon dissipate.

"Heavenly Dao, I am the Sixth Division of the City God, am I not protected by you, why do you want to attack me? ”

The desperate picket department roared loudly at the sky, his face full of unwillingness, after all the vicissitudes of life, and thousands of years of cultivation, he went from a ghost to become the honor of the six divisions, maybe in the future, he can also win the ghost god.

He didn't want to die, he had a great future.

He couldn't figure out why the just Heavenly Dao Order, which represented the fair, would attack him.

The sky was silent, without the slightest noise, dark and bright, only the Heavenly Dao chains, emitting a six-colored luster, which was particularly dazzling, attracting the attention of everyone in the Burial Dragon City.

"Boom~"

The thunder was rolling, and a cloud of catastrophe appeared in the sky, as if it was accumulating power, and the purple thunder and lightning became more and more dazzling, and the powerful coercion smashed the spatial turbulence into pieces.

"Gollum~"

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded, and everyone looked at the black and white impermanence, and the gods formed by the fusion, they were all full of fear, no one wanted to break through the martial saint, and there was only one possibility for the appearance of the calamity cloud.

The Heavenly Tribulation was summoned by someone!

Heaven is infinite, and the way of heaven is supreme!

Before ascending the throne, the emperors of the world need to respect the heavens and seal Zen in order to be considered orthodox; when the country is promoted, they must also respect the heavens in order to succeed and bestow the luck of heaven......

All kinds of examples show that under the way of heaven, all are ants, and this law is deeply rooted in everyone's heart, even if it is a saint, and they always worship heaven sincerely.

Now, when they saw the way of heaven, they were actually summoned by someone.

The crowd could barely believe their eyes.

"Lord Tang Hou, is it a heaven-sent emperor!"

"The Heavenly Dao was born, could it be that the continent of all nations is about to be unified?"

The smoke and cold wind and Chaomeng Rui guessed in their hearts that from ancient times to the present, the way of heaven and earth in the present world all implies that the continent will undergo earth-shaking changes, and even the evolution of heaven and earth.

For example, in ancient times, the way of heaven appeared, the blood clouds were in the sky, and the blood rain poured down, which lasted for five days.

Rivers of blood, all over the continent!

In the end, the two clans of the shemales won the final victory, and the mainland was restored to stability, which lasted exactly 50,000 years!

For another example, before the Great War of the Ages, the way of heaven reappeared, the light returned to the night, nearly ten days passed, the mainland did not see the sun, it was dark and scruples, and it spread boundlessly.

Ten days later, the continent shed a ray of sunshine, and then, the black curtain came, the demon flame was wiped out, and the demons in the distant starry sky set off a cross-world war on the continent of all nations.

Darkness, meaning demons!

"Elder Chao, why don't we take refuge in the Tang Kingdom!"

Yan Hanfeng said, firm belief has begun to waver, as an elder of the force, naturally it is not ignorant of the world, the reason why he does not surrender to the Tang Kingdom is just that he does not want to betray the honor of the race.

From birth, to growth, to the present, the most listened to words are ethnic honors.

But now, the glorious Yun clan has become the seventy-two clans, and the once powerful ones have drifted away with the wind.

The honor of the ancestors has become a fragment of memory, they don't understand, let alone understand, it's just an immutable inheritance, which makes the strength of the ethnic group weaker and weaker, and the thinking more and more rigid.

In addition, the powerful and mysterious City God is also eyeing the seventy-two clans, so it is no wonder that the smoke and cold wind will have other thoughts.

"It's okay, this time the city god attacked, it is estimated that it is related to the ghost soldiers, looking at their menacing appearance, it is estimated that it is not a good thing, the Tang Kingdom, saved us once. ”

Chao Mengrui stared at the sky, his eyes were in a trance, and his voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was tired!

He's tired!

The body of the picket division and others, under the chains of the Heavenly Dao, has become very weak, not much different from the ordinary soul body, the thoughts are confused, the soul body is sluggish, and there is no previous divine energy.

"Fall!"

The gods formed by the fusion of black and white impermanence, with a wave of his right hand, the divine order was issued, and the thunder in the sky suddenly split, and in the lightning and thunder, the bodies of the picket division and others turned into nothingness, and the numerology was shattered, and they completely disappeared into the world.

"Wow~"

Chenghuang, it rained heavily, showing inky black, and there was still black fog, constantly falling, dripping in the Chenghuang Temple, rippling, reincarnation pool, requiem flower, Wangxiangtai and other buildings, were wet by the rain.

The raindrops fell to the ground, shattered in response, and the hazy black fog floated out of nowhere, making a faint sadness rise in the hearts of all souls.

"There is a high-level city god, and it has fallen!"

This thought came to the minds of all the members of the City God, looking at the Yang World above their heads, they felt that something big had happened.

"Who died?"

The voice of the city god was full of majesty, looking at the black rain outside, but his mood was extremely poor, and he kept guessing that it was the one who was not long-eyed and dared to kill his subordinates.

"Back to the city god, the official position of the picket department is bleak, and it is estimated that he has left!" "The Express Department flipped through the official books and said in a deep voice.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

"Impossible, the strength of the Picket Division has reached a half-step martial artist, and there are few opponents in the yang world, not to mention that there are a hundred ghost soldiers. Onmyoji stood up and said in disbelief.

He and the Picket Division, when they were in the Yang Realm, became a pair of friends, and died on the same day, by chance, they both became ghost soldiers, after thousands of years of hard work, helping each other, only to be ranked in the Sixth Division.

The relationship between the two is naturally extraordinary, comparable to a bosom friend!

That's why, after hearing about the death of the picket, he was so excited that it was difficult to accept.

"The soul of the picket division, is it returning?" the city god frowned, glanced at the Yin and Yang Division, and asked unhappily.

"Returning to the city god, he has never returned, and the picket division has three souls and six spirits, and he is no longer in the five elements and no longer in the six realms. "The Express Secretary said respectfully, not in the Five Elements and Six Realms, it sounds good, but it actually means that the soul is scattered.

"Lord Chenghuang, you must investigate, send the person who killed the picket division into the eighteenth layer of hell, torture him with eternal life, and punish him for the nine clans!" Yin and Yang Si gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Yes, this matter will be handled by you, if you can't handle it well, just see your brother go!" Lord Chenghuang nodded, ordered indifferently, stood up, and strode towards the apse.

When he was alive, he didn't like the rain and felt that it was too depressing, and after he was born, he didn't like the rain even more, because the rain in Chenghuang was not a good rain.

In the world, a rain can benefit the world, spring returns to the earth, even if sometimes, there will be a little temper, it doesn't matter, but the city god, there is no rain, unless the sage falls, these black rains, mostly hatred, will make the city god's sky, even darker.

"Yes!"

Yin and Yang Si replied in a trembling voice, looking at the back of the City God, full of brilliance.

(End of chapter)