The next day, the city of Augusta welcomed the arrival of the gods.

Several incense gods descended from the sky and wiped out all the believers of the True God Cult. The most brutal struggle in the world is not between friend and foe, but infidels, and the same is true of the way of incense.

Although there are very big differences within the Incense Fire Divine Court now, the blow to the True God Cult is the common interest of everyone. There is no incense god who wants his temple to be smashed, his incense to be robbed, and he doesn't want to be rumored to be a foreign god.

The True God Cult could not cause substantial damage to the Incense Divine Court, but it could pollute the Incense Belief and greatly increase the difficulty of refining.

Just like cockroaches, they may not be able to kill people, but they can contaminate food.

Moro left early and moved to another city, continuing to sow the seeds of suspicion.

During this period, I met a lot of peers, and the entire Western Regions was simply a mixture of fish and dragons, and the three sects of Taoism, Buddhism and demons gathered together, which can be described as a group of demons dancing wildly.

Mo Luo can also be regarded as a long insight, and he has seen a different world, and he found that the stability of Shenzhou is a miracle.

The gathering of the powerhouses of heaven and earth is a world of great contention, and it is also a world that is even more chaotic than the cultivation world.

Even Wuxiang's life is planned, and it is unimaginable in the previous life.

The chaos in the Western Regions is secretly fueled by many strong people.

Moro is just one of them, but the most influential.

The belief controlled by the entire Incense Fire Divine Court was simply a mud bodhisattva to this holy king who had created a heart demon.

Fall with a light touch.

Because most of these incense gods are halfway monks, they have little experience in cultivating incense.

The main reason is that Moro can guess it.

That is the top powerhouse of the Incense Fire Divine Court who is really in power, such as the great sage of the unphased level. It's all incense as a transitional thing, and I don't plan to go this way, so I naturally don't need to spend too much energy to operate, which is a thankless thing.

The promises of the gods are directly linked to the incense.

Essentially, just like a campaign manifesto among humans, failure to deliver on promises will reduce approval ratings, and the same is true for incense beliefs.

The two of them stood under the tall building, and there was another riot below.

In this post-civilized strongman society, guns and Molotov cocktails are held aloft in the same way that the bourgeoisie used arquebuses to pierce the armor of knights.

This time they were facing gods, a group of gods from beyond the heavens.

The defeat of such mortals was already predestined.

The little black man looked at the sky-high firelight, and suddenly felt a kind of familiarity, which was also the case in Shenzhou back then.

The cost of domination is too high for a race with such a large number of human beings, and everyone has intelligence. Because people will resist, and they will rise up to resist beings who are countless times stronger than themselves.

They also have the difference between three, six, nine and so on, respect and inferiority, but there is also a saying that "the prince will have a kind of Xiangning".

The same is true of the mortals of the Western Regions today.

"Boss, you are too powerful, for a force like a huge society like human beings, the lethality is simply unparalleled!"

She praised almost like a sycophant, and made Morobi as unphased, eight of which were false and two were true.

Wherever Mora goes, like a great plague of incense, suspicion of the gods spreads. Three riots can be set off in just one day, and hundreds of riots can be incited in a month, with more than 3 million people involved and nearly 80 million people.

"I just take advantage of the general trend, the Western Regions used to be very wealthy, and now it has only been seven or eight years, and mortals have not forgotten their former lives."

Mo Luo shook his head and said, "It's a pity that strong people often subconsciously ignore mortals, ignoring that they have subjective consciousness. The strong man now is a monk, and the strong man of the past is a powerful man. To say that it is good is called the overall situation, called the grand narrative, and the one who achieves great things is not informal. ”

"The people, the people, the people, and so on do not describe people, but the data on paper, the wealth that can continue to make money."

The riot below reached its peak, with gunfire and explosions rising and falling, and monks intervening, incense gods suppressing them, and mortal moths fighting the flames.

Moro looked at them with a look that bordered on mockery.

"Do you read history? No matter how society has developed throughout the ages, in the end, it is just the wheel of history rolling back. Equality for all is like a blank check on which you can write a trillion, but no one will cash it on for you. ”

"In fact, in my opinion, the Incense Fire Divine Court also plays a role in being overthrown. Of course, that Great Sage had the ability to reverse the situation, but he wanted too much, just like Li Changsheng. ”

The evening breeze blew up a piece of tattered paper, drifting through the rioting crowd, faintly showing the promise of equality to all people in the divine court above.

This is not a promise made by the Daishon, but a promise made by the people below for the sake of incense.

Now the Great Sage seems to want to cash in, but after all, he has no heart.

The little black man blinked, unable to speak for a moment.

Why do these top powerhouses seem to be very kind-hearted recently?

But the truth of sycophants remains the same.

"The heart of the boss Bodhisattva is really a blessing for the people of the world, and it is expected to be a golden body of merit."

"No, I only take care of mortals because of Li Changsheng."

“……”

The little black man was speechless.

Her boss seems to have really opened up, thinking back to the first time they met that year, Mo Luo still had the heart to sit on an equal footing with Li Changsheng.

"Where are you going next?"

Returning to the topic, the little black man asked, "Now that we have greatly delayed the collection of incense in the Western Regions, we can only get closer to the Holy City if we want to go further. ”

"Will die." Mo Luo said without hesitation, "I am now a thief in Liangshan, it's no problem to make trouble in the poor countryside, and when I hit the feet of the Son of Heaven, do you say the emperor doesn't care?" ”

That's why he dared to take risks.

His own weight is not yet the turn of Wuxiang to make a move, and it should be a strong person like Earth Mother who should deal with him. Just like in the land of Shenzhou, it is impossible for Li Changsheng to personally take action against those evil demons who steal chickens and dogs on weekdays, and it is usually solved by that little Taoist priest of Qingxuan.

"Now we basically can't continue to attack, and if we continue like this, it is estimated that the Great Sage will not be able to tolerate me."

"But it's Shuzun's mission." The little black man was a little in a dilemma.

It's not like going to work, you can just give up halfway.

Their mission had actually just begun, and now it seemed to be turning the world upside down, but it didn't actually cause any harm to the Incense Fire Divine Court. Faith is maintained by force, and once this riot is suppressed by force, fear will affect the population for a long time.

The demons are more like instigation than mind control, and they are not directly related to the population.

So they have not been found.

"Wait."

Moro was calm, as if he had some kind of plan in his heart.

The night sky lit up slightly, and the god of incense and fire was projected thousands of miles away, and a kind and holy phantom was thousands of meters high, and it soothed everyone's tyrannical emotions when he raised his hand.

The rioting crowd was silenced at this moment, and then guns, knives, guns, sticks, and all kinds of explosives were placed on the ground, and cries were heard one after another.

Eventually, people lay on the ground and fell asleep.

With such a gentle approach, Moro didn't have to guess who was coming.

One of the top powerhouses in the Western Regions, Earth Mother.

No one knows where she came from, no one knows her roots, only that her methods may come from the Phoenix clan.

"Come out."

The crisp and holy voice fell, and the goddess of heaven obviously noticed the two people hidden in the shadows, and the bright firelight shone brightly, and all the secret methods were hidden.

A man and a woman enter the eyes of Mother Earth.

These are the two enemies she has been tracking for many days, and their identities are not yet known, one is proficient in Divine Soul, and the other is proficient in space.

The strength of the two fighting methods is not strong, but they are both known for being mysterious and unpredictable, one runs fast, and the other shoots without a trace.

It's just a natural-stirring stick.

Mother Earth couldn't help but say that she was holding the law with her hands, and a ray of fire appeared in the void, turning into a holy fire Baolian, breaking the night.

The tongue of fire fell from the sky, and the little black man turned towards the sky, and the void between the two was in a trance, like the air distorted by high temperatures.

The layered space delayed the time for the Holy Fire Lotus to fall on them by three seconds in this short period of a few hundred meters and tens of thousands of meters.

Three seconds was enough for them to escape.

"Boss."

Mora shook his head to indicate that he would not run, and then took off into the air and smashed the Holy Fire Lotus head-on.

The little black man was puzzled, but he didn't flee without permission.

Bang!

A huge fire lotus bloomed in mid-air, like fireworks in the middle of summer.

Mo Luo and Earth Mother both deliberately pulled the battlefield to the sky, the former was to mix in front of Li Changsheng's door, and the latter was not easy to kill by nature. The good and bad of the powerful are not divided by power.

Good and evil cannot distinguish between them, but they are each of them.

As soon as the two of them made a move, they were full of strength.

The sky was shrouded in light and dark, and the thick clouds broke countless large holes.

Gradually, the movement here attracted more incense gods to join the battlefield, and in just an hour, Mo Luo had been besieged by more than a dozen incense and fire gods, and he was beaten and spat blood.

And the little black man was also besieged, but her body was like a ghost, and she was scurrying around with one hand of the spatial Dao method. Ten points of force are out, and it is already very good to have a force fall on her.

Seeing that there were more and more enemies surrounding, the little black man finally couldn't sit still.

"Boss, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!"

"Let's go!"

Moro wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, and the invisible divine soul shockwave spread out in all directions, and all enemies except Earth Mother suddenly became unstable, and it was difficult to maintain even flying in the air.

The void shook, and the figures of the two of them instantly moved out of 100,000 meters.

Mother Earth's eyes are faint, and she uses incense as a way to build a bridge in the void, and a step out also forms a similar means of space transfer.

The fire lotus soared to the sky, and the phoenix cried.

The true body of the phoenix appeared, and the sky was burned like a sunset.

"! Sure enough, it was a phoenix. ”

The little black man couldn't help but burst into foul language, the phoenix and the dragon clan are both top clans, and their natal powers are extremely strong.

Mora also revealed the Divine King's Appearance, and a boundless shadow shrouded the void, in which malignant malignancy was abundant, and all thoughts were lost.

The Devil's Face.

Bang!

The two of them hit in the air, and the space was damaged, and thousands of miles were shaken.

Moro was wounded again, and the two continued to flee.

The Earth Mother followed, and you chased me and flew hundreds of kilometers.

Suddenly, Mother Earth stopped, looked around vigilantly, and a mysterious figure wearing a bronze rat face mask suddenly appeared.

He blocked all of Mother Earth's Dao with one hand, and then took Mora away with a wave of his hand.

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"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Moro coughed lightly, and the blood fell to the ground, seeping into the ground with an inexplicable force.

Having somehow read the memories of a mortal dozens of kilometers away, he roughly understood where he was at the moment.

The core territory of the Holy City of the Western Regions, on the southeast coast of the Mediterranean, an inconspicuous boy.

Looking up, you see a dilapidated church dedicated to the idol of the god that had been outlawed seven or eight years ago.

Heavenly Father.

Ten paces away, a man dressed in a black priest's uniform and wearing a rat-faced mask lit a candle.

He said, "Sir, I think we may be able to form an alliance. ”

Moro smiled.

This is the person he wants to attract from his adventure, a person who forms a mysterious assembly, a person who wants to make a move against Wuxiang.

Shuzun and Li Changsheng should be interested.

As for how to lure the snake out of the hole?

He knew the human heart, and understood that the so-called method of participating in the assembly would not work, but would only arouse the vigilance of others. Even if you end up blending in, you won't be able to reach the core of the people and things you can touch.

Let people take the initiative to come to find themselves is the king.

The leaves in the pocket glowed slightly, and a supreme being cast a gaze at it.

Moro asked, "Who are you?" ”

"You can call me ......"

The mysterious man took off his bronze mask, revealing a blonde and blue-eyed face from the Western Regions, with an old complexion, half-blonde and half-white hair.

The eyes are black and blue.

And if you look closely, the facial features seem a little incongruous, as if two people put it together.

A piece of information burst into Moro's mind, and this was the information he had found on the Internet more than ten years ago.

He is the Holy Pope, Don Rivi.

But it seems that he has been reincarnated, so it's no wonder that he was able to run in the first place.

"I am the Holy Sect Sect Sect, Xu Zhongxian."

The little black man made eye contact with Moro, and they all used their divine thoughts to communicate.

The conclusion was reached in just two seconds.

When there is a problem with reincarnation, the subjective consciousness is not dominated by the reincarnation, but is divided into half of each other. In the other party's answer, the identity is modern, and the name is reincarnated.

Xu Zhongxian continued as if talking to himself: "I have a great enmity with Pan Gu, and you should also act on orders, I don't know if you are interested in killing Wuxiang?" ”

If some time ago, Moro would have regarded the other party as a fool, but this time his expression became a little solemn, and he nodded tentatively slightly.

"How do you kill such a supreme being?"

"You can't kill it."

"Huh?"

"Phaselessness is one of heaven and earth, with the same life as the sky, and eternal with the earth. You can kill his form, but you can't kill his way. The avenue is immortal, the avenue is immortal! ”

Xu Zhongxian opened his arms, looked at the broken ceiling, looked around the world, and looked crazy.

Different souls and consciousnesses, without a priority, how can you not go crazy?

Mo Luo asked, "Since Your Excellency said that you can't kill without phase, how can you say that you can't kill without phase?" ”

Xu Zhongxian's crazy demeanor disappeared in an instant, and he replied calmly: "He can be replaced, and when his Dao is replaced, he will naturally die." ”

"How to replace?"

Mo Luo asked, Xu Zhongxian shook his head and did not answer, he had to change the topic.

"I'm really interested in killing Wuxiang, but how can Daoyou prove that he has this ability?"

"Let me introduce myself, the small Dao number is too simple, and the two hundred and eighteenth generations of Heavenly Masters of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion are not convinced, but these estimates are difficult for Daoists to believe."

The bronze rat face that Xu Zhongxian brought back was re-bringed, and in the moonlight falling from the gap in the ceiling, the mask refracted a strange arc of light, which made Mo Luo realize that this was also a great treasure.

"In the next Bucai, the rebel minister of the Immortal Palace, the master of the Prison Heaven Division, was ordered by the Immortal to recreate a new heaven."

He stretched out his hands, and there was indescribable pride in his tone, a kind of contempt for heaven and earth, and hatred for the law of heaven and earth.

No strong man has ever hated heaven and earth, and all strong men have been pursuing the Great Dao throughout the ages.

Moro had only seen this kind of temperament in the man named Feixing.

(End of chapter)