Chapter 1377 The Holy Seal lights up! Mi Huizhi’s resurrection from death!
Once the melee begins, it will be difficult to end it in a short time.
Although all parties still have some scruples about fighting at the moment, as time goes by, this scruple is destined to gradually decrease until - unscrupulous!
Yang Fan fished in troubled waters and made a lot of gains, but he also saw with his own eyes the death of countless people and their families.
"God, Buddha..."
He, who was originally enjoying the joy of harvest, couldn't help but be silent for a while.
He doesn't care about the death of the unexpected clan, but he can imagine that once chaos breaks out in the Ming Dynasty, the scene will be a thousand times more tragic than here!
After all, in his past life memory, there were not just one or two massacres in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.
On the tenth day of Yangzhou, there were three massacres in Jiading, all of which were filled with blood and tears.
Of course, it was not only the Qing Dynasty that massacred the city, Zhang Xianzhong and Li Zicheng also committed such evil deeds!
At the moment, it is just a battle between shamanism and esotericism, but it has already previewed a certain possibility in the future before Yang Fan's eyes!
"We must not let this happen!"
The thoughts in Yang Fan's heart became more and more determined, as firm as stone and unshakable!
Buzz!
At this time, in the Milky Way within the body, the blank holy power that was originally floating in the river suddenly lit up with a glow, as gorgeous as clouds!
"Holy!"
An extremely clumsy seal character appeared on the holy power. The traces were faint but shining.
"Only those who protect me, China, are holy!"
"Only those who uphold our country are sacred!"
"Only those who bring glory to our country are holy!"
The words like engravings appear around the holy power, giving rise to an extremely gorgeous feeling!
The elephant is invisible and the sound is loud!
However, I vaguely felt that these three sentences were like a voice... It was Wang Yun's voice!
Buzz!
Wang Yun, who faced three Taoist masters alone last time and fell into the sea, is now on an isolated island. He is sitting cross-legged on a
On a seabed stone tablet, he suddenly looked back at the Shaman Qing Dynasty.
"One of the many holy power marks I scattered has been successfully revived... is it because the will has been triggered?"
There was a faint smile in Wang Yun's eyes.
He believes that everyone in the world can be a saint, but "holiness" needs to be sought from the heart, and will not be given to those who bring disaster to the country and the people!
If he had not lost his holy power on that day, he would be the only one in the world who would be holy!
But if they disperse, then a new saint may be born!
This is his philosophy!
"The new saint!"
Wang Yun lowered his eyes.
Those many holy power marks are the seeds he sowed!
Compared with the support given to outstanding literary and moral juniors in the past, what is more precious than giving them such fragments of the holy power mark?
Even if it is just the decomposed mark of the true holy power, it also represents the favor of the literary and Taoist people. Once the recovery is successful, it will be blessed by vigorous luck!
Shengjing City.
Yang Fan did not notice the changes in the holy power mark in his body. At this moment, he was completely focused on the God of Punishment.
This god has been in retreat.
It seems that the battles in the outside world have nothing to do with him.
But Yang Fan knew that this god was the trigger this time. Of course, he was also a chess piece placed in the foreground by Chen Yinglong!
"The God of Legislation, the God of Administration..."
After these days of chaos, the two men who rose up again later, together with the God of Punishment and Prison who had already called Zhongli God the "God of Justice", if Yang Fan couldn't see anything anymore, then his brain would really be broken.
"Do you want to implement a parliamentary system in the Shaman Qing Dynasty, or a parliamentary system formed by divine power...the Parliament of the Gods!"
Yang Fan finally realized why the high priest had reached a tacit agreement with Chen Yinglong. The purpose was to suppress the imperial power, or even to evade the existence of the imperial power!
"However, I'm afraid you are too underestimated Nurhaci!"
Yang Fan didn't believe that the mighty Lord of the Qing Dynasty would be so helpless and ready to die.
The official action of the Tantric Cult undoubtedly represented Nurhachi's counterattack.
boom!
At this moment, a big hand suddenly struck towards the Temple of the God of Punishment.
"I pronounce the sentence that you should be beheaded!"
A loud voice suddenly appeared in the Temple of the God of Punishment.
The shadow of a huge statue was projected in the sky, and it actually captured a Tantric monk who secretly attacked the temple.
Click!
A huge blade suddenly appeared in the sky, and suddenly the head of the Tantric monk was chopped off, and the phantom of the Bodhisattva behind the Tantric monk was also chopped into two pieces!
"What a God of Punishment!"
Yang Fan reflected this scene in his eyes, his face expressionless.
This kind of thing has happened several times.
The God of Punishment and Prison, who merged many functions, became obviously more powerful, and his divine power became more and more vast. Moreover, on the other party, he could faintly feel the gaze of the God of Heavenly Order.
"An incarnation of Chen Yinglong..."
Yang Fan did not expose his whereabouts, but pretended to be a panicked businessman and quickly looked away.
Different from the incarnation of Chen Yinglong that he had killed before, this Heavenly Order God gave Yang Fan an extremely dangerous feeling, which was why he had not taken action.
With that old boy hiding in the dark, he was really worried about being bitten back.
"It seems that I have to give up the opportunity to assassinate the God of Prison for the time being..."
Yang Fan chose to retreat temporarily.
Before leaving, his eyes looked inside Shenzang
At a glance, the light and shadow belonging to Mihuizhi Bodhisattva dimmed a bit again.
puff.
At this moment, the light and shadow suddenly dimmed.
"Mi Huizhi, has fallen?"
Yang Fan suddenly stopped and frowned suddenly.
He also wanted to try to attract the incarnation of Amitabha in order to rescue Mi Huizhi. Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, Mi Huizhi was directly eliminated by Chen Yinglong!
"Huh? It seems like the light and shadow in the Divine Palace have not been completely extinguished?"
Yang Fan quickly discovered the anomaly.
In the sacred treasure of the "Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong", the shadow of the Bodhisattva Secret Wisdom and Wisdom still has residual light, and a trace of its origin still resides here!
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong... If I am the Lord Buddha, will all Buddhas be immortal?"
Yang Fan suddenly became enlightened!
At this time, when he looked at the phantoms of gods and Buddhas in the sky, his eyes changed again. In this way, these were countless dead soldiers!
Just asking you if you are afraid!
Yang Fan returned directly to the inn.
Get into the room.
Internal and external blockade.
"Mi Huizhi, come back!"
He shouted loudly, and the divine treasure glowed, and dense Buddha light appeared from around him, and then it was poured towards the phantom of the Bodhisattva of Secret Wisdom and Wisdom with only the remaining light.
Gurgling gurgling.
Just like withered seedlings receiving spring rain.
At this moment, the shadow with only the remaining light began to grow little by little. With Yang Fan's all-out efforts, the Bodhisattva Mihuizhi successfully resurrected in his Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong Shenzang!
"I, Mi Hui Zhi, bow to the Lord Buddha!"
If this scene were known to some people, they would be extremely horrified.
Because the places that have similar functions and are spread are - Buddhist Lingshan, Taoist Immortal Heaven, Shamanism Immortal Heaven, Esoteric Western Pure Land, Japanese Gaotianyuan...