The Great Talisman

　　 The true God of Da Luo, that has already begun to explore the existence of the Avenue of Saints, and the cultivation is so unpredictable, even if the saints can't think about it.

　　 But to tell the truth, the smooth progress of the God of Li Zhu, somewhat out of Yang Sanyang's expectations.

　　 "This is too smooth, right?" Yang Sanyang's eyes were a little surprised. It is not so much that the sage turned to Li Zhu, it was better to say that Li Zhu took the initiative to cooperate with the sage.

"One hour and one god, twelve hours a day, one hundred and twenty hours in ten days...One hundred days is one thousand two hundred gods, three hundred and sixty-five in a year, enough to save three thousand and six Hundreds of gods. Excluding the time of my own planning and running of the gods, three years is enough for me to complete my goal..." Various thoughts in Yang Sanyang's heart flowed: "Would you like to get a big vote? Is the deity counted?"

　　 There was a touch of greed in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and a hundred years was more than enough.

　　 Yang Sanyang's heart was moved, the divine light in his eyes kept flowing, and he turned to look at the mansion of a **** not far away.

　　 When Li Zhu left, because he was sneaky in his heart, he tried his best to restrain his energy, even if the Patriarch did not know when Li Zhu left.

　　 Looking at the **** Dongfu not far away, Yang Sanyang tidied up his clothes, and then sneaked towards the Dongfu: "Great God, I've got the Dingfeng Pill, let's start trading!"

In the cave mansion, a deity raised his head at this time, his eyes showed a touch of stunnedness, and then he was ecstatic: "Oh, you 騊駼, you actually did such a good thing with us behind your back. Today, you have to fight with eggs, and do it all. I can't!"

　　 A familiar scene, a familiar dialogue, but only a quarter of an hour later, I saw the **** converging his body's energy, secretly using his magical powers, and disappearing into the holy realm of the spiritual platform.

　　 These departed gods have never appeared in arrogance again!

　　 Time was passing by, Yang Sanyang kept acting, kowtow over and over again, and his knees began to bruise.

　　 Time is rushing, and it is five years between my fingers. Due to the secrets of the matter, all the gods who have left are silent without a trace, and no one has ever noticed a change in the mountains.

　　 received the last deity. At this time, Amitabha was sitting under the tree, and there was an inexplicable pressure on his body. After crossing the last step between the virtual and the reality, Amitabhas progressed beyond reason.

　　 is like the original Wolverine in the movie, suddenly came to the real world, although it has shrunk a lot, but Wolverine is still Wolverine?

"Three thousand worlds have all turned from illusion into reality. Three thousand gods bless me day and night, worth 300 billion birthdays and chant prayers for me!" A light flashed in Amitabha's eyes: "It's just that I suppressed secretly. Although there are many gods, there are also many gods who have come to the mountains in recent years."

　　 Within five years, Yang Sanyang refined three thousand gods, but there were three thousand gods from all over the land.

　　The gods who came to Fangcunshan have broken 10,000!

"Or else just do good things to the end and save all the remaining gods? The great catastrophe comes, the gods will inevitably fall, and the opportunity belonging to the gods will pass, and the gods will inevitably be eliminated by the heavens. This is the killing of the heavens... …If I don’t save myself, these gods will be killed by heaven sooner or later..." Amitabh kept thinking: "Three thousand worlds are definite numbers, but there is no stipulation that there can be no two or three gods in a world?"

"Just 10,000! Just 10,000! Just save 10,000 gods, if you save 10,000 gods, I will stop!" Amitabh could not help but be moved at this moment, telling the truth. The process went smoothly beyond imagination.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "It's done! If you can expand the cave world by two or three times, what kind of weather should it be? How many detours will be taken? How much more accumulation?" Lingtai In the Fangcun Mountain, Yang Sanyang's eyes burned: "The most important thing is that one-fifth of the law of the world can be stolen directly. A **** represents a law. This is definitely a qualitative improvement."

　　 The one-fifth rule of the Great Wild World, this is definitely an astronomical figure. If you rely on the cave world to evolve on its own, it will take hundreds of millions of years.

　　 The most important thing is the evolution of the three thousand fifths of the world, just ask if you are afraid!

　　 Of course, it takes time for the fusion construction of the ten thousand laws to disperse into the three thousand worlds.

　　 This time, I'm afraid it will be another long process.

　　 Yang Sanyang does not expect to achieve the triumph of the three thousand worlds in one fell swoop. What he expects is the faith that the three thousand worlds will bring endless beings to him.

　　 As long as he has endless faith, he can wave and fly everywhere! Constantly stir the wind and rain in the wasteland, making **** sticks.

"It's done! We are in danger! It's just that a quarter of the innate gods are missing in Dahuang, and they are still missing in Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai. I am afraid that Fangcun Mountain will be dragged into the cusp of the storm. I wonder if the Patriarch can hold it!" Yang Sanyang slowly said. Point by point deduction: "In fact, think about it carefully, is there a difference between the disappearance of three thousand gods and the disappearance of ten thousand gods? Isn't the turmoil caused by it the same?"

"The ancestor is the true God of Da Luo no matter what, who dares to do things without evidence? This black pot...I am afraid that it will become an unsolved mystery in the great wilderness!" Yang Sanyang thought carefully, no matter what, he could not be involved. He just finished his makeup, and walked towards a **** cave not far away.

　　 With the blessing of three thousand gods, Amitabha's cultivation base has taken a big step forward, and the speed of saving is not the same. Yang Sanyang has started to sell miserable roads once again.

　　 time flies

　　 thirty years

　　 For the sake of safety, Yang Sanyang slowed down.

　　 It was only when his Amitabha dharma body transformed into nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine gods, Yang Sanyang had to stop his movements and raised his head to look at the endless void. There seemed to be a will to roll in the sea of ​​laws.

"That's it, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine have been saved. As the saving continues, it will affect the great calamity of the gods and demons. Originally, the **** emperor is weak. By then, without the support of the gods, he will be even more vulnerable. The ancestor is bullied completely!" A ray of divine light appeared in Amitabha's eyes: "If I dare to throw the gods into the three thousand worlds, I am afraid that heaven will punish him."

　　 "Thanks to the deity, he determined the innate gossip, opened the yin and yang avenue, reorganized the order of the heavens, so that the gods became unnecessary things, but became a burden to the heavens, otherwise it might not be cheaper for me!" Amitabha shook his head.

　　 To save nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine innate gods by oneself, for all the innate gods, it is a blessing.

　　 The era of the gods has passed. The gods will retreat from the stage and be eliminated by the general trend. They will definitely not end well in the future.

　　 Being able to be saved by oneself, and fortunately to escape the calamity, is also a source of blessing.

　　 It's like a sophisticated automated program. Forty-eight thousand people continue to interfere with this program. What do you think of this program?

　　 Isn't this adding chaos?

　　God, was eliminated!

　　 "It's a pity that the remaining gods" Amitabha is full of compassion: "But I can't let it go, the big deal is that I won't throw it into the three thousand world."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Lingtai Fangcunshan

　　 Yang Sanyang stood in the mountain, rubbed his forehead, and tore off a layer of dead skin.

　　 In the past few decades, it can be said that it has become a kowtow, with a layer of dead skin and calluses on the head.

　　 A white light came from nothingness, and the Amitabha Dharma body returned and entered its soul to digest the decades of gains.

"Oh!" Yang Sanyang sighed: "The foundation is empty! The power of faith that Amitabhas finally accumulated has been exhausted, but the three thousand worlds have turned from illusion to reality. There are more than nine thousand gods blessed day and night, and it is still profitable. Up."

"The power of faith is after all a foreign object, and it cannot directly call the power of three thousand worlds." Yang Sanyang shook his head: "Otherwise, while the gods have not yet reacted, the nine thousand tribes will be searched and become my little world. What's inside?"

　　 "No way! No way! The population suddenly disappeared. I can't hide it from the **** emperor and the gods under heaven. When the gods and demons are still in the tribulation, they secretly attacked, how many deaths and injuries by then, who knows?"

Yang Sanyang rubbed his forehead contentedly and walked towards his mountain. His eyes were full of joy: "It's a pity that the last place was reserved for Lu Lu. The God of Lu Lu is in charge of the power of time. I am very curious in my heart. "

　　 Although he has collected nine thousand nine hundred gods, thousands of gods have come in the past few decades. The whole spirit platform is full of qi and mechanism in the mountains, and the gods have not noticed the strangeness.

　　 "Let go of the **** of 騊駼 for now, there will be opportunities in the future!" Yang Sanyang muttered in his heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ slowly walking towards Yujing Mountain.

　　 Yujing Mountain

With his hands on his back, Bai Ze's eyes showed a touch of anxiety. He looked into the distance worriedly, and kept praying in his heart: "Little barbarian, you'd better rely on music, don't cause trouble, otherwise I can't save you, master. You collected the body."

　　 "Didn't you say that ten years is enough? Why don't you come back?" Bai Ze walked back and forth anxiously, his eyes full of anxiety.

　　 The only good news now is that there is no major storm exposed, which means that the kid is still alive and nothing happened.

　　 He didn't dare to go down the mountain, for fear that he would accidentally involve himself in it.

　　Not far from Baize, the blue bird fell on the branch, resting listlessly, his eyes full of fatigue: "Old ancestor, why isn't he coming back? Wouldn't he really dare to do that?"

　　 "How do I know!" Bai Ze said impatiently.

　　 In the palace gate further away

　　 Daoyuan looked worried, his eyes were worried, showing a haggard look. On the contrary, it was Wa, eating the fruit heartlessly.

　　 "I don't know what's going on outside, have the gods gone! It's me who can't hold my brother, how can I ask my brother to bear such a big responsibility for me?" Daoyuan's eyes were bloodshot.

　　 "Sister, you go take a break, you haven't closed your eyes for decades, even the monks can't hold it!" Wa persuaded.

　　 Dao Yuan shook her head, every time she closed her eyes, she would see the **** corpse in her sleep, dreaming that Dao Guo was pumped by the angry gods, and she kept screaming in front of her.

　　 She would rather face the wrath of the gods than be frightened all day long.