The flying sword stood in the air, with this as the center, inspiring that mysterious sacrificial text, and continuously absorbing the people's hearts and opinions that flew up, like a long whale absorbing water, not saturated.

With the absorption, the shape of the flying sword rose sharply, and the circle of light rippled and circulated, and it looked like a rainbow hanging in the sky, which was extremely beautiful.

The sky, which was originally as dark as ink, became vivid.

Such a change naturally attracted the attention of countless people, who looked up and watched, wondering in their hearts, but they couldn't find the answer.

"This, this is ......"

Sha Zu was shocked, suddenly thought of something, and shouted in a lost voice: "Virtuous Dao, the virtuous way that inherits the will of the people and becomes a god!"

In the discourse, the use of the word "inheritance" is quite strange. All because of the general Shinto, which absorbs the will of the people to become gods, and the relationship with the will of the people is like that of food, while the relationship between the wise way is similar to the relationship between the boat and the water.

"Virtuous Dao, there are actually people who have cultivated into virtuous Dao. ”

"Lost for a hundred years, now revealed, who is it?"

The stinky monk and Huang Mengbi both saw it and were equally surprised.

The stinky monk had mixed feelings in his heart, and sighed: "The virtuous way is in charge, this is to pour out the hearts and minds of the people in the city and kill the evil ancestors!"

The will of the people cannot be violated, and it is by no means just words. If there are only a few people, or thousands, it is not terrible. But what about 10,000, 100,000, or even millions?

And ten thousand become a trend, the general trend is like a dragon, surging eruption, not to mention the general immortals, even the true immortals and golden immortals may not be able to withstand it, being washed by the immeasurable torrent of new ideas, it is not strange that the soul is scattered.

Who said that all people are ants?

This is a smile and generosity, and I don't understand the root of the world's luck.

Public opinion is providence. Under the will of God, everything can be overturned.

The ancestors are antiques that have lived for nearly a thousand years. The top high-level warlocks naturally understand the truth. Thinking of the awesomeness, I can't help but feel nervous:

He has been brewing for a long time, and he wants to transport the great gods to stir up the wind and waves, flood Yangzhou, and plunder millions of living beings. Because of the absence of Yangzhou Dachenghuang, this plan is more smooth, and it doesn't take half a day's work to drive the water and break the city and create a thousand miles of Zeguo.

Even if you kill two Dao Shi Shi in the world, walk around. He wasn't worried about his plans being thwarted.

Under the pressure of overwhelming force, the two of them are just mantis arms as cars.

The flood is huge, and the dark clouds have destroyed the city, which has become a must-kill situation. When the clinker arrived in the city, there were people who cultivated to become virtuous, and thus the biggest variable came up.

Under the original crisis, no matter how the creatures in the city prayed and prayed, no matter how strong the people's hearts and minds were, if no one led them. But it's all useless.

Even if there are immortals here, they don't dare to absorb a lot of thoughts without filtering - in Shinto, absorbing incense is very particular, and if you are not careful, you will have indigestion. Raise a series of consequences questions......

But the virtuous way is different, ingenious, and cultivates the way of the world. Borrowing the hearts of the people to become gods is the most suitable for exerting power in such a situation.

As soon as the virtuous road came out. All the people returned to their hearts and condensed into a force. Soaring with the momentum of thunder, it is enough to sweep the world.

"No, we must not let him succeed!"

For the first time, Sha Zu had a sense of urgency, and he saw that the other party's virtuous cultivation had not been completed, and there were still many shortcomings and flaws. If you take advantage of the opportunity, you have no chance of winning. So the evil qi was urged, and the giant hand condensed was not big but small, but it was more and more pure condensation, and finally formed the size of a house, the whole body was black and shiny, and the form and spirit were complete, as if it had substance, and became a real big hand.

The palm is like a lid, the five fingers are slightly curved, and there are pieces of sharp nails.

This hand appeared, and there was a domineering majesty that covered the sky with one hand. roared down, and grabbed straight towards the flying sword that was still merging the hearts and minds of the people.

"Not good!"

"Stinky monk, let's hurry up and involve the ancestor. ”

Huang Mengbi's eyes were sharp, and he immediately judged the key to the situation.

In order to deal with the flying sword, the ancestor transferred almost half of his cultivation up, and the pressure on the stinky monk and Huang Mengbi was greatly reduced. But the two of them are exquisite, this moment is not the time to care about gains and losses, and they must let the flying sword condense into a general trend, so that there is a possibility of defeating the Evil Ancestor.

And what they have to do is to output desperately and share the worries of the flying sword.

As a result, the magic weapon and supernatural power that pressed the box were summoned with all their might, and they continued to bombard the Evil Ancestor Yuan God who was hiding in the dark clouds.

These attacks should not be underestimated, especially Huang Mengbi's Heaven and Earth Beings Pen is the best of the magic weapons, the power bonus is extremely great, every time it swings and flies, it can defeat a small part of the dark clouds.

The dark cloud is the evil qi, and it is also the natal magic weapon condensed by the evil ancestor, and the two are connected. The dark clouds were destroyed, and the ancestor himself was not comfortable. But at the moment, he can't take care of so much, he must first destroy the Xiandao Flying Sword in order to grasp the odds.

Creak!

With a strange tooth-aching sound, the giant hand grabbed the flying sword.

The five fingers were closed, the palms were turned over, and the color that had appeared in the sky was suddenly covered and became black again.

"Don't!"

All living beings, all who saw this scene, couldn't help but shout: Although they are ordinary people with limited knowledge, but in their current situation, how can they not know the truth of which is better and which is bad? Subconsciously regarded the dark cloud giant hand as the culprit of this disaster, and the appearance of the flying sword represented a glimmer of hope and a glimmer of life.

The giant hand grabbed the flying sword, didn't that mean to cut it off?

In an instant, the desire to survive was unprecedentedly strong, so no one wanted the flying sword to be destroyed, and they all hoped that the flying sword could defeat the dark clouds in one fell swoop.

Between love and hate, countless new thoughts swarm out, unified and pure, almost without superfluous distractions.

The power of this people's mind is so majestic and huge, permeating the entire sky over Yangzhou City. Among them, the blood is churning, and the text is steaming, and it is added without any mustard.

The general trend is Jackie Chan, and luck is born!

In the main square of Yangzhou Academy, Ye Junsheng, who was sitting on a chair, had two bewitching red balls on his cheeks, waving his arms with drumsticks, and his hands were full of green tendons, as if he had beaten out the strength of his whole body.

The drums beat like rain on the plantains.

He suddenly opened his eyes, pursed his lips and said two words softly: "I'll cut it!"

His hands stopped suddenly, and the song "General's Order" stopped, and the audience was silent.

Airplanes!

The sword light in the world is like a butterfly breaking through a cocoon, and the brilliance is vertical and horizontal, carrying an incomparable momentum to break through the clouds, illuminating half of the sky.

"Ahh

High in the sky, there was a rare and terrible howl, and then the dark clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

Outside the city, the river, which had been rising and roaring wildly, slowly began to retreat and retreat as if it had exhausted all its strength.

After the rain, the sky was clear, and a round of good sun shone brilliantly.

The clouds and rain were gone, and the sword light was gone, and the sky was blue, as if everything that had happened before was a hallucination of people and a nightmare. (To be continued.) )