Chapter 394: The birth of a god, the clouds move in all directions
The city of mysterious jade.
This city that stood tall in the void heard howls reaching into the sky.
The viciousness and terror of the voice made people shudder.
There are eight five-color altars that reach the sky inside the Tianshi Dojo.
Tianhe stood in the center, mumbling something.
The essence formed from the blood flew out, then attached to the Ghost King's body and merged into the Ghost King's body.
The cyan soul energy flew out and formed an eerie ghost soldier.
"It's not enough, give it a little more."
Tianhe's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at the men working for him.
"Yes, Heavenly Master!"
After experiencing many betrayals by his subordinates, Tianhe completely lost confidence in this group of people.
Now all the thunder tribulation masters are dead, and there are many fire tribulations, wind tribulations, and Chu Yuying who was trained as the ghost king, there are ten in total.
But these people combined are not enough for Song Lin to hit with one finger.
Thinking of this, Tianhe called two great masters who were refining ghosts and setting up formations. These two people were cultivators of Huo Jie, and the deputy city lord, a Tai Chi left official.
There are also five old men who are in seclusion and preparing to ward off calamity.
Three hours later.
"Meet the Heavenly Master!"
Nine masters of tribulation knelt down and worshiped.
"Get up, a lot of things have happened in recent years, and a lot of positions have become vacant."
While Tianhe was talking, he looked at the five white-haired old men behind him.
These guys are old people who have escaped several catastrophes. Because they have avoided too many catastrophes, the power of the catastrophes has become stronger and stronger. There is basically no way to escape next time, and their life span is only a few decades.
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The other four readily accepted.
The five old men were about to refuse, but Tianhe didn't wait for them to speak and said first: "Don't worry, you can also use the waste!"
"What?"
Everyone was shocked.
boom!
All I saw was golden light, and huge golden palms struck down.
After a while, Tianhe threw the nine people who were beaten half to death into the blood pool and prepared to train them to become ghost kings.
The strength of this group of people is so poor, they might as well become ghost kings and quickly increase their strength to the level of Thunder Tribulation.
In this way, Tianhe himself had eight Yuanshen Ghost Kings and ten Thunder Tribulation Ghost Kings.
So what if the middle prince breaks through?
Moreover, more than ten years later, when he was fighting against Song Lin, these ghost kings were regarded as their own magical powers, not a group fight.
Wait until you kill Song Lin and then slowly deal with these guys.
"I accept the Dharma lineage of Doshel et al. with a smile."
Tianhe smiled faintly.
Just as he replaced Shengwei's physical body, Song Lin's orthodoxy and everything will be replaced by himself.
However, refining these nine ghost kings may require more blood food.
Tianhe thought for a moment, then called his subordinates and said, "I'll give you half a year. Within half a year, I will have three million people!"
"yes!"
After his men retreated, Tianhe looked into the void, his clear eyes flashing with manic demonic thoughts.
Shengweidaomen still controls a relatively prosperous area, with a population of nearly 60 million.
Some of these people escaped and some died, which is nothing. Let's say three million people, maybe seven or eight million people died in the end.
For monks who live forever, there is actually no difference between mortals and weeds.
Take the Shengwei Dao Sect as an example, and including the Donghua League, there are a total of nearly 90 million people living on this land of three million square kilometers.
Under normal circumstances, it is not a problem for the population to double every sixty years.
How long can a nail be?
For middle- and high-level monks and above, it is equivalent to a mortal's time of three to five years at most.
When these immortal species see these leeks that are produced in batches of three to five years, they will naturally not show any pity.
It is normal for high-level officials to use human lives to secretly practice magic, or even trade with demons in exchange for time to survive.
Donghua Jungle, the top of Yinshan Mountain.
Song Lin stood on the edge of the cliff, feeling the mountain breeze and his mind drifting into the distance.
His eyes were far-reaching, and he saw blood and resentment in the distance.
The wailing of creatures could be heard faintly in my ears.
Song Lin's ability to empathize is not strong, and he also knows that he cannot save the world.
But he sincerely hopes that the human race can be more united and stop killing each other, so that they can break through the shackles of demons.
pity……
"In that case, I'll kill you first!"
The middle prince and others all moved out together, and there were several spells of light in the blood.
On the one hand, the King of England and others were sent to migrate the people to the Eight Scenery World.
There was actually a shortage of food, but this was the responsibility of the special high priest for fasting.
The entire alliance was organized around this matter in an orderly manner with a clear division of labor.
This is the power of strict discipline and unity; it is completely different from other Taoist sects where the weak and the strong prey on each other.
As the heir apparent approaches, the overt and covert fights between Taoist sects continue. After all, this is about the ownership of the position of the leading Celestial Master.
From time to time, monks who have transcended tribulations have fallen, or a certain prodigy has become famous in one battle. For example, Song Lin's defeated general Xuan He defeated 12 tribulations from the Black Sky Dharma Realm the day before yesterday, and became instantly famous.
This trivial thing about the Holy Power Dao Sect seems to be ordinary.
The prosperity of the Donghua League has also made other Taoist alliances feel threatened, and many undercurrents are about to come.
Three months have passed, and the demon slayers, Tianhe and other forces have reached a balance, and the so-called "demon" rarely appears.
At the same time, more than five million people migrated to the Eight Scenery World.
boom!
This day and night.
Late at night, the British palace was brightly lit and heavily guarded.
Taoist soldiers patrolling and palace ladies walking around can be seen everywhere.
Even the entire county has imposed a curfew, strictly prohibiting people from going out.
In the back house, Wu Yi paced anxiously in front of the closed door. He used to remain calm in face of important events, but now he looked extremely anxious.
"Your Highness, please exert force! Take a deep breath!"
Wen Po's voice came from the room.
It turned out that the princess was expecting a baby.