Tales of Herding Gods

"Poor devil. Want to be a dog, but people don't care about the dog's life."

Bin Shiro looked up, and the scarlet eyes looked at the sound. Only the widowed saint came to him far away. It was surrounded by the raging fire that destroyed the salty city. The heavenly priest stepped on the magma and walked out of the fire. The sky behind it is a piece of Luofutian debris with a long fire tail.

The widower sage soon came to his front, Shen Sheng said: "Bound time Luo, when you signed the contract of Tubo, you said to me, it is not you who want to destroy Taiwangtian, but another person I didn't tell you at the time that there was no egg under the nest, and the Emperor was destroyed. Do you think the Mozu can survive?"

Binjiro stared at him with a sullen look. He said: "The city is the farthest from the impact, and the strongest defense. The demons in the city can escape this impact. My demons will not die!"

The widower saint looked at him mercifully and said, "What about outside the city?"

The ropes screamed and gasped.

The Devils who can save the city are not enough. The other Mozu will inevitably die in the collision of the heavens and the earth, and there is no reason to be spared!

"Two thousand years ago, Chixi ran away from the chasing with all the stars, came to Luofutian, the arrival of the gods of Chixi and Chiming Yuzu, so that Luofutian could not survive, so you have to go to Taiwangtian Start."

The widowed sage whispered: "So, who pushed Chixi and those alien stars to Luofutian? Why is it Luofutian? Have you not thought about why? In fact, you know very well that the enemy of the Chi Ming era is Who, you just don't dare to think like that, you still have some illusions. Now, it is time for you to wake up from fantasy."

Binding Luo Haha laughed and sighed: "They really counted the Chiming Yuzu and also counted my Mozu, forcing me to have a war with the Emperor, but you? You are not good!" You have built those blood sacrifice altars! Lou Yunqu is using these altars to make Luofutian blood sacrifice! Why can you escape? In fact, you are always waiting for the people in the heavens, borrowing their blood to sacrifice Luofu, pushing me to you Going in the camp! I am not a fool!"

The widowed sage looked at him, not too slow: "You are not a fool. I do have the intention of pushing you to my camp by the hand of heaven. But if you think that I don't build an altar, heaven will not be bloody." Luofu, that would be too simple."

Tie Luo is silent.

The widowed saint continued: "Whether or not I build an altar, the heavens will sacrifice blood to Luofu. It destroys the ancestral land of your demon, Luo Futian, and uses Luofutian to strike Taihuangtian. Taiwangtian will also fall into death and silence. No soul can Survival here. In order to survive and prosper, the Mozu will inevitably be forced to Yankang. Heaven can borrow the hands of your Mozu to squash Yankang, which is their purpose."

Binding Luo Luoran, sighed: "When you and I set the contract of Tubo, you will expect that there will be today? Why don't you say?"

"Before today, we are enemies, why should I say?"

The widowed sage stretched out a palm and said: "After this moment, are we friends or friends?"

Binjiro looked at the palm of the hand and hesitated. After a moment, the two palms were heavily held together.

Luofutian, who was slanting and falling, finally collided with Taiwangtian.

Next to the Qiangqiao, Qin Muyu looked at Luofutian from the sky and looked at the city that was baptized by the war. It was pressed into the powder by Luofutian, and the emperor who was swarming was madly rushing to the spirit. He was able to move the bridge, and even he was squeezed to stand unsteadily.

The people who trampled on each other did not have the friendship of their comrades at this moment, and they tried to escape at this moment.

"Shepherd!"

The village head, the mother-in-law and other people forced everyone to squeeze in here. Qin Mu turned around and looked at them in the surging crowd, barely squeezing a smile: "I am fine, really."

The place where Luofutian fell, the earth is like a glazed land in a heavy object, and the land into pieces is cracked and flies.

Red red magma emerged from the cracked land.

This scene gives the impression that the earth is so soft, so fragile, like a wave being smashed into the air, surging and fluctuating in all directions.

It is a wall of soil and rock that is thousands of miles away. Perhaps it should be said that it is a wave mixed with magma and flame. Even the peaks of thousands of miles have become an inconspicuous splash in the waves.

The hurricane caused by the collision is sweeping, destroying everything, and the lightning becomes the most violent rain. As the wind blows around, it flocks to all places of the Emperor's sky at an extremely fast speed.

The mushroom cloud formed by the flame is rising to the sky, and soon it hits the sun near the hard work of the national division and Yankang's supernatural powers. The two suns are like paper, and they are torn apart in the impact.

"Shepherd, go!"

The village chief shouted: "Hurry up and enter the bridge. In this case, you can't live!"

Qin Mu stayed in this scene, and the grandmother rushed over and rushed over. When he pulled his hand, he couldn’t help but rushed to the bridge. There were people everywhere on the bridge. Everyone was crazy. Climb, people crowd people to step on people.

Qin Mu was pulled by the mother-in-law and climbed up. He turned back and his eyes were a little confused. He saw a statue of a demon in the collision of the heavens and the earth, doing everything he could to resist the impact of this destruction, trying to win opportunities for people here to escape.

The gods of Taihuangtian and the hanging world are fragmented in the bright and incomparable light. The light burns the body of the gods, ignites them, evaporates them, and turns them into nothing!

Even the demon is so insignificant before this power to destroy the earth.

He couldn't see the other side of the Mozu. Luo Futian blocked his sight, but he wanted to come on the other side. There was also a group of devils who were roaring. They were desperately trying to block the shock wave of the collision between the heavens and the earth.

They know that they can't resist even the devil, but they are willing to fight for the tribe.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Qin Mu whispered.

When the Emperor’s Day is over, the people who have not had time to withdraw are finished. The Mozu, who has fought with them for 20,000 years, is only finished.

At this time, he saw the ancestors of the ancestors, the man who fled in the battle of life and death 20,000 years ago, falling from the sky at the moment, falling in front of the two world collision sites.

The ancestors were fighting against the destruction of the two worlds and destroying each other's energy. For the psionics to delay the time to move the bridge, his practice is the sacred heart of the heavens and the earth, and the Indian law is the heaven and earth.

He stood in the flood of land and water that destroyed the earth, and it seemed to return to the battle of 20,000 years ago. He seemed to be the one who was 20,000 years ago.

Only this time, he did not escape.

His practice, his printing method, is to cope with this scene, that is, to stand for the collapse of the world, that is, to make a life for the people of Lebanon!

Qin Mu looked at the man from afar. He first saw the ancestors' eagerness and so serious look.

The ancestors' prints of the heavens and the earth were in response to the scenes of heaven and earth. The heaven and earth prints blocked the surging waters and fires, and fought for the people who were rushing to the psionics to move bridges.

Suddenly, the psionic violent vibration of the moving bridge, the rune on the surface of the altar blew up, and the parts made by various gods of gold began to break, and there was a burst of sound inside the altar.

Qin Mu’s face changed dramatically and shouted: “The bridge is going to collapse. Don’t go in, everyone will quit, and the bridge will collapse!”

His voice was loud and it was all around, but even so, people were crazy to rush to the bridge.

At this time, the psionics suddenly collapsed and the light that rushed into the sky disappeared in an instant, and countless half of the body fell from the air. Most of the alien stars in the sky have entered Yankang, and the rest of the stars are like a bowl of closed space cut in time, and the break is flat.

The star that has been cut down has fallen from the sky, and it is getting bigger and bigger, and it is about to break into the emperor!

Qin Mu’s heart is cold, and many of the supernatural powers in the sky are like raindrops. The broken psionics are around the bridge. Those who have never been transferred to Yankang are in the moment when the space is closed. Cut in half, half of their body stayed in the emperor, and half of the body stayed in Yankang.

"How to do?"

Someone cried out, like a helpless child, screaming: "What to do? Without a bridge, we are going to die here!"

The sky is cracked, the rock is like the rain, the water and the fire are still surging, and it is extremely fierce, a scene of the end.

The ancestors of the ancestors were still there, and the printing and printing of the heavens and the earth, which was printed and printed, was carried out alone, and the impact of destroying the earth and destroying the land was alone. The emperor of the opening emperor had been vomited with blood, and his chest was bloody. The reason why the psionics can live to the present around the bridge, relying on him to block the shock wave from the front.

However, as this continues, the ancestors will soon be exhausted.

Suddenly, Pang Wei really flew forward and screamed: "All come with me!"

He came to the side of the ancestor of the ancestors and joined forces with the ancestors to fight against the shock. He sang: "Retain my roots!"

Mulberry and other gods stayed and stayed, and then rushed forward, surrounded them, desperately fighting against the destruction of the heavens and the earth, village heads, butchers, dumbs and other people are also among them, Ma Rulai also led the public, joined among them.

The old Taoist priests, the old immortals of Yujing, the generals of Yankang, and the national lords, all came forward and fought their lives to protect the gods of Taiwangtian and Yankang.

A teenager carrying a box walked out of the crowd and walked toward the gods. The face of the blind man changed dramatically and shouted: "Xing Wei, you are starting to us, and the old man steals the ancestral grave of your ancestors for the 18th generation!"

The boy did not say a word, put down the box, and a real dragon belt flew out of his waist. The star appeared in the body of the demon, and joined hands to resist the impact.

Qin Mu whispered: "All who are still alive, come with me!"

He walked forward, and other supernatural followers followed him, and he walked forward. Qin Mu came to the ancestors and tried to spread his power to fight the impact. In the chests of other tens of thousands of supernatural powers, a group of blood was surging, and each of them exerted magical powers and turned into a one-sided shield, desperately resisting.

"It's awesome!"

In the midst of the ruin of the destruction of the earth, only the singer of the bold and unrestrained voice came: "It is the arrogance of the martyrdom, the eternal eternal life! When it is the day and the moon, the theory of life and death?"

That is the butcher, the heroes let go, even if it is a matter of life and death, still can not stop his style.

Qin Mu’s chest is full of arrogance, and a spit is a violent flight: “The land is in the air, and the Tianzhu is in the respect of the three pillars.”

The butcher laughed and said, "The morality is the root -" Note 1

The scorpion used the dragon to fire the gun to fight the impact, and snorted: "The sorrow..."

Note 1: The poems are taken from Wen Tianxiang's righteous song.