"How did this kind of unfortunate thing happen in Xiao Lao'er's jurisdiction?"

Watching everything that was happening in the distance, the land lord circled back and forth around his crutches, and there were only a few hairs left, almost burned!

Seal the gods!

It's not a casual thing!

Although it is just a so-called Immortal Qin Immortal, it is not an ordinary thing!

There is no legal argument for this, but it can be big or small.

If you are a little smaller, if you meet a good-tempered immortal on duty, in the face of his report, everyone laughs and laughs, and nothing happens, after all, the human world is so vast, and it is not uncommon for a mortal emperor to enshrine his own official as an immortal.

But if you meet a bad-tempered immortal on duty, then it's a big deal!

At the beginning, more than a hundred years ago, it seems that there was also a human dynasty in Beiju Luzhou who privately sealed the officials under its command, but after it was reported, the immortals were angry!

directly applied for the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and after smashing the sealed land, he ordered the Dragon King not to rain for three years, and the original rich and incomparably rich became hungry all over the place!

Although it rained in the end, and it couldn't be done for various reasons, the originally rich country could never go back, and to this day, it has never recovered!

As for the land lord in that place, he was directly swept to the end and became a small god the size of a sesame seed!

Why is it so unlucky?

Xiao Lao'er has only been cultivating for a hundred years, how could such a ridiculous thing happen?

Is it possible to come casually to such a thing as sealing the immortal god?

The little old man looked at the grand banquet in the distance, and his face was ugly.

And if I'm not mistaken, the immortal master who has been on duty recently

Hurriedly pinched his fingers a few times, and the land father's originally shriveled little face became more and more shriveled, and his two little eyes almost didn't shed tears!

"Erlang Zhenjun."

This master is notoriously unreasonable, a three-pointed two-edged fork in one hand is ruthless and ruthless, at the beginning of the battle of the gods, I don't know how much blood was stained, I heard that a vicious dog under his command is even more terrifying, no one can stop it, the most important thing is

"Little old man, where can I have a friendship with the immortals!!"

"It's over, it's over, how should this be reported?"

"Do you want to go? Do you want to go! ”

The little old man dragged his few hairs and hurriedly circled on the ground, and the whole surrounding mountains seemed to shake, and the birds and beasts in the forest fled one after another.

But in the end, the little old man still sighed helplessly, and his face was gray.

If it is reported, at most, it will only be a removal of the official position, the cutting of the priesthood, and the loss of immortals, and it is possible to start all over again.

If you don't report the incident, it may not be a scattered immortal, but a prison.

Tears in both eyes.

The land lord stretched out his hand and shook it towards the scene of the Taihua Grand Ceremony in the distance.

An illusory shadow was caught in the palm of his hand.

Looking down, it was actually a hazy picture, but the flowing water of a long river of time, among which it was nothing else, it was the scene when Yingzheng sealed the immortals in the pre-Qin hall!!

Among them, there are Zhao Tuo, Wang Qian, Yun Qingfeng, and Xiao He, every detail is vivid!

Even not only these pictures of the edict, but even the construction process of more than five months ago are all in this!

The teary-eyed viewer of the land finally walked slowly in the direction of Nantianmen after turning over and over again, and after making sure that there was no problem.

"Alas, this time the little old man was miserable."

"I hope Jiro Zhenjun can raise his noble hand"

Silently muttering, the figure of the land lord slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.

The breeze blows, and everything is silent.

And it wasn't long after the land lord left.

The whole jungle is shining again.

A simple monk in a robe slowly appeared between heaven and earth.

With his appearance, it seemed that the whole world began to soften, and countless animals knelt on the ground, silently listening to the Sanskrit cicada singing.

He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and there are constantly magnificent Dharma scriptures around him, blending into the surrounding heaven and earth, and every time a creature and animal comes into contact with these Dharma scriptures, their chaotic eyes are more and more Buddhaly.

Originally, some animals with scars or dark wounds will gradually get better with the integration of these Buddha sounds.

They stepped forward affectionately and gently rubbed the monk with their foreheads, and a three-meter-long green wolf kept hovering around his ankles, leaking out of his belly, like a cute pet.

The land lord, who was enough to listen to the whole earth, was completely unaware of the monk's existence.

Even if he had always stood by the side of the land lord before.

"Amitabha."

The monk whispered a Buddhist verse, as if to confess his sin, and then twisted his wrist as well.

The streamer is scattered.

The Buddha is singing.

In his wrist, there is also a cloud of flowing water that has been flowing for a long time.

Just like the one in the hands of the land lord before, it is almost identical.

But in the flowing water of this long river of time, there is no existence of any mud monkeys.

Not the slightest.

All the images that should be mud monkeys have been erased by a great mana.

And not even just above Taihua.

Even near Xianyang before.

In the Imperial City.

The wind clears the door.

and even the long road from Dongsheng Shenzhou to Daqin.

Everything was silently erased.

This mana is very grand, so grand that even the immortals can't see through it; But it was also very small, so small that no one even the gods of the heavenly court noticed it.

Looking at the image of the mud monkey taken away by the land lord, the monk's originally compassionate face became more and more sad, and the corners of his eyes were slightly hanging, and he became more and more compassionate.

"Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together, gently dispersed the flow of time, and then took out a shackle of tens of thousands of catties and hung it around his neck.

Runes shine.

That powerful force, even if it was as powerful as him, was red by the blood veins, and blood stains gradually spread on King Kong's incorruptible body.

But the monk did not feel any pain, but became more and more miserable.

"The matter of deception, the crime of concealment, the poor monk knows that this is unstoppable, but for the prosperity of Buddhism, it is really a helpless move."

"When this happens, the poor monk will definitely go deep into the eighteen layers of hell, surpass the evil spirits, and wash away his sins"

Slowly muttering, the monk looked up at the excited mud monkeys drinking at the grand banquet in the distance, and muttered to himself.

"The spirit monkey has been found."

"It's just that this Qin Guojun's move seems to be some."

"More than expected."

"It's time to get back."

A breeze blows.

The figure of the Buddha dissipated silently.

The animals that were originally wandering around looked around blankly as if they had just woken up from a big dream.

The green wolf, which had been rolling on the ground, suddenly came back to its senses, looked at everything around it, and seemed to not understand what was happening.

But this confusion soon disappeared, and it looked at the dazed deer not far away, and then roared and rushed away!

It's a mess.

Blood splattered, and the beasts fled.

The place where the Buddha stood was filled with blood.

Outside the grand banquet, there is a lot of danger.

In the distant city of Xianyang, there are mountains of corpses.

Poor Baba Di Gong, with the image belonging to the First Emperor, trembled to the heavenly court.

Time flies.

Thousands of years ago, with the flow of time, the wheels of Great Qin rolled forward, and the ancient Immortal Qin Dynasty finally began to take shape in the Three Realms.

The six countries and hundreds of schools were shocked, the existence of the sons was stunned, and the forces of Lü Buwei and Mrs. Huayang were wiped out in this grand banquet.

And after thousands of years of time, there is also a small shadow, waking up in the jungle.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Am I still alive?

This is the weasel's first reaction when he wakes up.

"Click"

The sweet smell of blood echoed through its nose, and it clutched its head and got up from the forest in a daze.

Looking at the extremely rich aura of heaven and earth around him, he subconsciously turned around and saw the big pit not far behind him.

After a moment, it remembered everything that had happened before.

I remember, it seems to have come to a mysterious valley, and then I dug up the stone monument and dug it out. Blood?!

"Click!!"

With a scream, the weasel seemed to be electrocuted, and with a brush, it jumped directly out of the vicinity of the big pit hundreds of meters away!!

That terrifying speed, even a few points faster than the fastest sports car in the world, crashed headlong into a big tree, and shook the ancient giant tree!

Pain!!

Squatting down with his head covered, the weasel looked around, only to realize that although the aura in the valley was rich to a terrifying level, there were countless plants and animals growing.

But in the vicinity of the stele, apart from the dense vegetation, there was no trace of animal existence at all!

Don't say it's birds, beasts, or fish.

Not even the insects in the air or the ants on the ground!

Quietly, quietly as a dead land!!

"Click"

The weasel shuddered, he was already too frightened to speak, recalling the scene he had just found underground, and he only felt that the whole rat was wandering around before the ghost gate closed!

What was that?

A drop of dried blood?

Why is there blood on the stele?

According to the archaeologists, aren't these things thousands of years old?

Hasn't the blood of so long ago disappeared?

The weasel swallowed his saliva, looking at the rich aura of heaven and earth in the distance, and only felt his heart pounding!!

The terrifying aura permeated all directions, and the drop of blood just now was too terrifying, just by feeling it, it seemed that I saw thousands of troops and horses galloping forward, and hundreds of millions of corpses and bones bowed down!

It seems that the entire mountain forest has turned into a sharp sword, piercing it from all directions!

That huge killing intent made it tremble all over!

But after a short period of calm, the weasel cautiously leaned over there

There is no other reason!

The aura of heaven and earth over there is really too strong!!

Rich enough to almost make a weasel lose his mind!

With so much heaven and earth aura, if I absorb it, I should be able to reach the level of a first-class master recorded in the books, right?

The weasel's heart is pounding!

According to the records in the cultivation method, as long as he reaches the level of a first-class master, he can officially ask for cultivation!

At that time, it can fade away from the mortal womb and become a real yellow fairy.

The huge temptation made the weasel struggle in his eyes.

But after a long time, the greed in my heart still triumphed over reason.

It's just a drop of blood, be careful, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Cautiously took two steps in that direction.

The jungle is silent and nothing happens.

Continued to walk two steps.

A breeze blows.

Start running forward.

The jungle was still silent, and there was no sound.

It seems that everything that is happening around you must be an illusion

Thinking silently, the weasel came to the vicinity of the stele in three steps and cautiously moved towards the big pit where the stele was.

Tightness all over the body.

As he moved, the weasel was ready to retreat at any moment, and at the same time, his two paws were raised in an extraordinarily humane manner, and his hands were folded and he muttered strange words.

"Blessed by the immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

Silently muttering, this is what the weasel has seen in the temples and libraries passing by humans, and silently reciting these seems to drive away some strange things

"Amitabha."

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

"Blessed by the First Emperor"

Silently muttering, the weasel cautiously stepped forward.

If anyone could see this scene here, they would definitely look strange and be stunned on the spot.

A palm-sized weasel, standing up, covered in golden hair, two paws clasped together here, while doing Taoist rituals, while clasping his hands together, his mouth constantly chanting the mantras of Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable and Amitabha Buddha to ward off evil spirits.

There is no self-realization that he is the object of exorcism in the mouth of ordinary people.

Cautiously approached the place where the stone monument was.

The closer he got, the more the weasel felt that the aura of heaven and earth around him was getting stronger, but the piercing cold feeling around him was also becoming more and more obvious.

It was as if something was constantly whispering in its ears, making its scalp tingle and trembling all over.

"Mida Tianzun, Buddha is blessed immeasurably."

Feeling all this, the weasel's nervous prayer was wrong, but the great temptation still made it brave and keep moving forward.

Eventually, it moved to the vicinity of the pit it it had dug itself.

Carefully burrowing into the big hole, the weasel trembled to the bottom, and the aura of heaven and earth here was almost dense to the extreme.

The dried blood was still in place, so dazzling that the weasel didn't dare to look at it at all.

Away from the blood-stained dirt and stone tablet, the weasel made up his mind not to do anything more, and to cultivate here.

It stretched out its claws, intending to squeeze a bit of dirt from around it and cover the dazzling mass of blood.

However, when it pawed down, an accident happened.

The big pit that he had dug out suddenly collapsed without warning!

The ground, which was supposed to be solid, collapsed in an instant!

The weasel screamed, and without a strong point, he fell directly into a huge pit in the air!

"Click, click!"

As soon as it fell, the weasel was full of fur, and a carp directly hit it, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, looking around vigilantly!

However.

When the weasel's eyes widened and he saw everything around him clearly.

But it froze.

A cold wind blows.

The chill is in the nostrils.

After a while, the weasel jumped up like a mouse caught by a cat, completely furious, cold sweat flowed down desperately, and ran directly towards the hole above!!

"Click, click!"

"Amitabha!"

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable !!"

"Emperor Qin spares his life!"

(End of chapter)