(ps: Anyway, this week is strong, thank you for the editor~ Here honest people shamelessly ask for a ticket, this week every day double change.) A brother said, when are you going to update, the update is so slow~ uh, honest people want to say, if you see the update at eight o'clock in the morning, then there must be a second chapter at four o'clock in the afternoon, if the update is twelve o'clock at noon, then there is only one more today, honest people are honest people after all, they have always spoken and counted, and they have never changed their hearts, and you should rest assured that the character of honest people is not good, and some brothers asked if there was a group in this book, uh...... If you really like to add a group, just add this group first, 455,844,357, honest people are in it, hehehe......)

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Dongfang Huan held the sword in both hands, held it high, and his body was rising on the top of the mountain.

In the sky, the gray sea of clouds was dense for thousands of miles, and he was dressed in a red robe for hunting, looking like a flying crimson from a distance.

The crimson was small, like a tiny dot, but somehow it had an inscrutable appeal.

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In the Chiming Dojo, inside the closed door, the green-haired little Dao Gu suddenly opened her eyes.

"I'm back...... Xiao Meng's tired pale face flashed with a hint of joy, opened the door, and looked at the sky at the next glance.

There, the familiar Hongqing held an ancient sword, the familiar coercion emanated faintly, the scenery was picturesque, and time stood still, as if embedded in the air.

The red edge came out from above, and in an instant, the ancient clumsy greatsword turned crimson, extremely huge.

The red rising gradually slowed down compared to it, as if the top of the head had chosen a thousand pressures, and when it rose to the end, it was as if it had stopped, and the crimson sword had become incomparably huge, almost able to pierce the sea of clouds that stretched for thousands of miles.

"You can, because you are God. ”

Xiaomeng took the scene in the sky into her heart, closed her eyes, and folded her hands.

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"Look at it, look at it, what's that?" the monkey patted Li Tieniu on the shoulder, full of excitement.

Li Tieniu, the big black man, has not heard from him for two days since his master left, and the whole person has been a little silent. Being slapped like this by Tongtian, he raised his head and looked over, and his eyes widened suddenly.

"Master!"

"Master?" Hao Shiduo frowned and smiled, and everyone could see the excitement hidden under his face.

Yes, Master is back.

The master finally ...... It's back!

The big-eared and long-haired old monk glanced at each other, clasped their hands together, and said Amitabha Buddha and Amitayus Buddha.

"God bless, everything is naturally fine. ”

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"Grandma! Look, someone is flying in the sky!" In the refugee camp outside the county of Anyang County, the little boy who was originally squatting on the ground and looking at the fragrant white porridge raised his head and shouted curiously.

The little boy's cry also made the stunned refugees raise their heads.

They have just experienced a catastrophe of life and death, losing loved ones, loved ones, losing their houses, homes, money, and everything. It is good for the poor to lose their lives, and for the rich to be poor, but what about those who have died...... Even if they survived, they felt very confused in front of them, not knowing what to do in the future, how to do it, and how to take the road.

If you have relatives, you can go to relatives, and maybe you will send someone to see people's faces under the fence, but it's also good, you have something to eat, but what if you don't have relatives?

All the refugees were at a loss, there was nothing left in the room, and some even wanted to die......

It's just that at this moment, the little boy screamed, interrupting their thoughts and pulling them back to reality. The little boy's voice was very loud, cheerful, and energetic, which made many people feel a lot better.

With this voice, everyone's dull eyes returned to color and looked at the sky.

Yes, there's a touch of red there, I can't see what it is, but it should be a person. There is also a big red sword there, outrageously big, if the red floating below is really a person, then this sword is probably better than a pagoda.

"That'...... That's the fairy ......."

The boy's grandmother said that the old man's face was wrinkled, and his messy white hair was more vicissitudes than that of ordinary beggars.

"Immortals, how can there be immortals? If there are immortals, how can there be this great torrent...... someone shook his head pessimistically.

The boy's grandmother looked at the red, her eyes were surprisingly calm, and she dug through her clothes and took out a painted ceramic statue. Don't look at her dirty, but this porcelain statue is very clean, exactly the same bright red as the red of the sky.

The appearance of this porcelain statue is very dazzling, so that the people around have to come back to their senses.

Everyone felt that this porcelain statue was strangely similar to the red in the sky, except that it did not have a big sword.

"This is the god of the stove, the benefactor who saved us. The boy's grandmother had a hoarse voice, placed the porcelain statue in a clean place, and took the little boy to kowtow. She has always believed in the god of the stove, remembering that she should have died in the flood, but because she was reluctant to give up this porcelain statue, the porcelain statue released light at the most critical moment, and she was still alive after waking up.

She didn't believe that this was an illusion, she believed in the Stove God more than anyone else.

"The god of the hearth, the god of the hearth!" someone shouted, and many of the remaining refugees believed in this, and one worshipped it, and the rest worshipped it one after another.

"Alas......" someone sighed.

Originally, these people didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, and they all boasted that they had read books and didn't believe in strange powers, but after experiencing this great tribulation, they felt that reading was useless, and they were even more confused in front of them.

"Bye, please, so many thoughts. These people thought of this, and went down with the great flow, and at the same time did not forget to make a wish.

May the deceased be reborn, prosperous and healthy in the next life, and the rest of the rest of the life will be peaceful and peaceful.

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"Close, almost ......"

Dongfang Huan held the ancient clumsy sword, urging his mind to Fu Zhao, and his power poured into the big sword like a tide.

A hundred, and a hundred, and a hundred......

1,000, 2,000......

But that's not enough, he needs more and more willingness to use that trick!

He burned all his wish power into a Hongchen Fire Lotus and poured it into this great sword to condense it—this was what he had learned from the sword shaking sword return to the sect in the West Mountain Qingxue. At the cost of the spirit of the whole body, and with the urging of the secret method, the sword spirit can generate an incomparably powerful sword qi, which is so powerful that it can definitely compete across the border, and it is very powerful.

At that time, he was thinking about the principle, thinking that he would also get such a trick to defend himself.

So after thinking about it, he thought of his biggest secret method, which was Fu Zhao. With Fu Zhao, he can have pure wishing power, and if he has wishing power, he can use his most powerful means, Hongchen Fire Lotus. Although the Hongchen Fire Lotus is good, it has a huge lethal effect on the filthy things of the divine thoughts, yin souls, and has no effect on grass, trees, bamboos and stones.

He was thinking about how to transform such a powerful force.

He had been thinking about the opportunity for this transformation, but he hadn't figured it out, until he saw the return of the shaking sword to the sect, and he had a bottom in his heart.

"Endless wishing power, turn into red flames, sword bone heavenly might, lead it with your body!"

Suddenly, the extra power of wish erupted on Fu Zhao like a spring, and Dongfang Huan exhausted the last trace of strength in his body, and with a strange and strange emphasis, he read these sixteen words without pause.

The ancient incantation echoed through the sky, echoing in everyone's ears, surging, so big, but it seemed as if it had never been seen before.

The incantation stopped, and the crimson dot suddenly shone brightly, merging with the crimson sword.

There seemed to be no more Stove God between heaven and earth, except for the red sword that pierced the sea of clouds and became even more huge.

Suddenly, the scorching light of the great sword disappeared and became vermilion and restrained.

The sword body, handguard, and hilt of the sword, the ancient clumsy sword that was integrated into one, between heaven and earth, revealed its true face and pierced into the sea of clouds.

In an instant, a circle of red ripples spread on the body of the sword, and all the gray clouds disappeared and disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, the blue sky appeared, and the sun was high, releasing the light of the heavens and shining on the earth.

Everyone was bathed in the sunshine and felt a warmth that penetrated to the bottom of their hearts.

At this time, the vermilion sword slowly rose to the sky, and an illusory and huge figure in a red robe appeared in the sky, this figure was blurred, but everyone could see at a glance that it was the god of the stove.

The huge illusory figure of the Stove God grasped the sword and swung it in a circle and slashed downward.

The frozen Hongze shattered abruptly, countless ice chips, mud and rocks flew, the earth trembled, and a unique wide and huge ditch broke through it in an instant, and rose to hundreds of miles with the movement of the tip of the sword in three breaths, and finally broke through the mountains in the far east, rushing into the endless blue ocean.

But the continuous sword qi did not stop, and it split for hundreds of miles on the sea before disappearing.

It wasn't until after four or five breaths that the gully that had opened in the sea closed again, and at the same time the torrent swept into the gully of the ground, rushing towards the East China Sea in unison, roaring and roaring.

The big ditch is 100 zhang wide, thousands of miles long, and 50 zhang deep, there is no one in Chen Guo, and the only one that can be compared is the Taolan River bounded by Zheng Guo in the north of Chen Guo!

A sword opens the river...... Unprecedented!

"Really...... It was done!" everyone on the top of the mountain was dumbfounded, and Xishan Qingxue's eyes were shocked, and their hearts were happy, as if she had done it.

"I'm done, junior sister, the master asked you to go back. The ancient well has no waves, and the indifferent voice quietly sounded on the top of the mountain.

Yutai Guluo, dressed in green clothes, appeared in front of everyone.