He failed to become a Buddha, but he was an existence that all Buddhas feared!
In charge of life and death, Ksitigarbha!
The compassionate master slowly raised his head and smiled solemnly: "Master said that I am the reincarnation of Fuhu."
"I have been cultivating all my life just to be able to subjugate tigers and demons in the Great Xia. But I didn't expect... I will die and go to hell, but today I will know who I am."
"Amitabha, since I entered hell, then... hell will be empty! The underworld will be re-established here!"
Ksitigarbha, return!
"However, even if I am the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha... I am still the Ksitigarbha of Daxia!"
The compassionate master's smile suddenly turned ferocious, "Brothers, kill!"
"Today, the underworld appears again!"
"Overthrow the Temple of Death, and as long as I regain the Book of Life and Death, hell will be empty!"
"Dudududududu~~~"
Master Compassion rushed forward, and those gods of death could no longer stop his footsteps. At the same time, with the loud blast of the charge, the previously surrounded soldiers finally broke through, joined forces, and rounded up the gods of death!
"Run away!"
“We can’t confront them head-on anymore!!”
"Retreat to the Temple of Death!"
The Death Gods guarding the temple shouted in terror and retreated hastily, no longer willing to fight.
Some gods of death turned into black mist and fled directly.
This battle lasted for three hours.
Master Compassion, who led the charge, chased all the way and suddenly stopped ten kilometers away from the Temple of Death.
"Keep chasing, Master Compassion." The political commissar said loudly with excitement on his face: "Go straight in and overthrow them. Then we can go back and you can take control of this place!"
"No." Master Compassion shook his head slightly and looked at the Temple of Death with a gloomy expression.
As a returned Ksitigarbha, he can feel some auras that ordinary souls cannot.
The aura of the rules of life and death that he once controlled.
In front of the Temple of Death, the Death Gods who protect the temple gathered together, looking at the heroic spirits in front of them in horror.
"This is the opponent's territory." Master Compassion stared at the Temple of Death: "That guy united with the Space Temple to steal my book of life and death, and most of the rules of life and death that I had mastered, and used them for himself.
, and push me into reincarnation."
"Now that I have just woken up...she is afraid of me."
"But if we really have to fight, the book of life and death is still in her hands, and I am no match for her."
"It's just that she hasn't completely mastered my book of life and death yet, and hasn't completely refined the rules of life and death that were taken away from me, so she doesn't want to be my enemy for fear of something happening. But if we really fight, I don't have the book of life and death.
Probably not an opponent."
"Moreover, if we really want to start a fight...the total number of these temple-protecting Shinigami in front of us is only a million, if they all come out in full force, we can barely hold on at most, but if it really comes to a life-and-death battle..."
"The Temple of Death can recall hundreds of millions of walking gods of death. Even if it temporarily gives up maintaining the rules of life and death in other planes, it will grit its teeth and get rid of us."
"We have too few people now, and our numbers are completely overwhelmed."
Master Compassion remembered more.
The original invasion of Daxia by the gods was not just for a wider divine domain and more believers.
It’s all about the rules!
Blue Star is a very powerful plane.
A plane with rules already brewing!
Among countless planes, this is the only one that can be said to be almost comparable to the God Realm!
Just like the rules of life and death, the entire God Realm has brewed up a temple of death, which is controlled by the goddess of death and manages the life and death of thousands of planes.
But the plane where Daxia is located has created the underworld on its own. It was created by Ksitigarbha, and it alone manages the life and death of the Daxia plane.
In addition, there are the laws of heaven and earth, as well as the rules of wind and thunder, all of which are also controlled by the gods of heaven!
The rules of cause and effect are mastered by the Buddhas in Lingshan Mountain!
The gods not only want to plunder land and attract believers, but also want to take away the power of rules from the hands of these Eastern gods and Buddhas and gain greater power!
In that battle, the Eastern Martial God was beaten to a deep sleep.
But the Eastern gods and Buddhas who bore the brunt were even worse. Many of them were directly killed and are still reincarnated today!
The ultimate limit of the Eastern Martial Gods and Gods and Buddhas seemed to be to use all their strength to briefly repel those Gods and Buddhas, and then gather all their strength to leave a barrier to hide Blue Star's aura.
Trying to prevent these gods from finding this plane.
In other words, hiding...
But now... the barrier seems like it won't last long, and gods have begun to enter it unintentionally.
Master Compassion sighed.
"Then what should we do now?" The political commissar's face was complicated.
"Ignore that for now, think of ways to expand the results!" Master Compassion said directly: "No matter what, we can stand here now! Wait for... more support!"
As soon as these words came out.
The political commissar sighed.
Everyone knows what more support means.
"Master Compassion, I didn't expect to see you here." The political commissar sighed and suddenly said: "Your battle ended..."
Master Compassion said with some pride: "We won. All four gods died, and the Great Wall did not fall."
As soon as these words came out, the political commissar breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled and said: "That's good. Your death is worth it... Well, that's not what I meant..."
Compassionate Master: "..."
"Let's not say any more. Let's seize the opportunity to expand our results!"
After the political commissar finished speaking, he turned around and shouted loudly with a loudspeaker: "Brothers, let's not attack for the time being. Use this time to expand your base area and surround the city through the countryside... Ah, I mean, try to surround the outside of the Temple of Death.
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"Also, clean the battlefield, collect all the death scythes on the ground, and distribute them!"
"Bring the captured Deaths back and teach them lessons! Strive to develop into revolutionary comrades!"
As soon as these words came out, the soldiers shouted and rushed out carrying the flags, planting red flags on the newly occupied territory to expand their base.
Some engineers even dug trenches and built bunkers directly on the new site.
More warriors were assigned a Death Scythe.
Groups of Death Gods were dragged into prisoner-of-war camps, but what shocked those Death Gods was that the fists and kicks that greeted them were not at all what they had imagined.
The heroic spirits who had fought with them back and forth before now actually helped them loosen their bonds with a smile.
"You won't beat us or torture us?" A god of death looked at the heroic spirit in front of him in astonishment.
The heroic spirit's face, which had been full of fighting spirit before, now had a friendly smile, full of enthusiasm, and said kindly: "Comrade, don't be afraid, don't worry."
"We adopt a lenient policy towards prisoners of war."
"When we come here, we are a family and we are all like-minded comrades!"
"We are all brothers and sisters of the proletariat!"
"Not only will we not beat you, we will also give you lessons to reform your wrong ideas. Come, sit down and listen to me tell you what the proletariat is..."
Several more Death Gods in red cloaks walked into the prisoner of war camp and spoke to the captured Death Gods: "Don't be nervous, I know how you feel. When I first came here, I was the same as you, but then I
Discover……"
"Now, I already have the faith to fight for it, and I already have the consciousness of revolution!"
"I am no longer a god of death, but a noble god of death, separated from the low-grade god of death."
"Compared with true equality and freedom, what is the joy of harvesting our souls every day?"
"Join us, join the glorious revolution, and fight for our dreams like me!"
"It's never too late to change. As long as we have a revolutionary heart, we are like-minded comrades!"
