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Chapter 227
Li Shimin had a strange expression on his face. He glanced at Guo Jing. It was hard to imagine that this was the Guo Jing who had always been obscene and sincere. It's another situation.

Wang Mang patted Guo Jing on the shoulder, the power of love is so powerful, it gives courage to cowards, kindness to butchers, and mercy to the wicked.

Seeing Guo Jing, Wang Mang seemed to see himself.

At this time, Guo Jing and Taiwu Yanran's gazes were all focused on Di Xin, waiting for Di Xin's decision.

Di Xin knocked on the table, frowning, just when Guo Jing couldn't help but want to speak, Di Xin spoke.

"I can help you, but I have one condition."

"I want the right to dispose of this world, but don't worry, I will not do anything to this world. I am going to use this world as a talent testing base and will not destroy this world."

"Everything is up to the group leader." Guo Jing immediately agreed.

Although Di Xin's request is tantamount to demanding the future of this world, if the immediate problems are not resolved, there will be no future for this world.

What's more, it takes a lot of energy for Di Xin to change the world with his own rules, and Guo Jing can't pay that much, so he can only sell the world.

Now that he had agreed, Di Xin began to act.

The Emperor's Dao rules belonging to Di Xin unfolded invisibly, communicated with the heaven and the earth, and gradually engraved in it, and in the process, Di Xin also felt a weak consciousness, that is the way of heaven in this world, the way of heaven should be strong, or full of It is full of vitality, but now, under the pollution of another unknown force, the way of heaven has become weak. Di Xin deduced that the way of heaven will disintegrate in at most a hundred years. Heaven prolongs life.

After joining the new force of Dixin, Heavenly Dao finally stopped its decline and began to suppress Demonic Dao, and Demonic Dao was naturally unwilling to lag behind and began to resist.

And what it shows is that the number of people who become enchanted by demons and become Xiangshu is increasing all over the world. Almost every day, thousands of people turn into Xiangshu, and then Xiangshu starts to attack the towns and sects in various places, causing a large number of killings. .

If there were only descendants of Taiwu and the major sects, then even death from exhaustion would not be able to save so many people.

Fortunately, many group members came to this world.

Li Shimin's magical power of immortality has countless clones, spreading all over Kyushu in one day.

Wu Zetian turned into a planetary orbital gun, bombing at fixed points, and countless phases were wiped out by the attack that fell from the sky before they could react.

Other members of the group and Taiwu Yanran also took action, contacting various sects, establishing a dynasty, and unifying humanity.

At this time, no one cared about whether they could save those who turned into demons. They had to be responsible for the living before they could fight for opportunities for others.

Shaolin, the former holy land of Zen Buddhism, has now turned into a battlefield.

Numerous Xiangshu are attacking here, and the monks rushing to the front often have to face many Xiangshu attacks. Even elders who have practiced the indestructible magic of King Kong will inevitably be brutally attacked by many Xiangshu. dismembered.

"Amitabha." The Shaolin host looked at the dismembered monks, couldn't help but closed his eyes and silently recited a Buddha's name.

"Host, the Supreme Elder is out!"

A monk’s face was full of joy. Every generation of Shaolin has outstanding eminent monks who will enter the Dharma cave to practice, and whenever Shaolin encounters a catastrophe, they will stand up and wait until the devil is eliminated. The eminent monk will return to the Dharma cave Closed in Modong.

Almost all Shaolin monks have heard such legends, but in fact, as long as they stay in Shaolin Temple for dozens of years, they will know that this is not just a legend.

There is indeed a group of very powerful monks living in the Bodhidharma Cave. As for how high it is, it is probably as high as a dozen floors. Anyway, these monks have never seen such a high floor.

Under the expectant eyes of countless monks, these frail monks who were about to fall as if they could be blown away by a gust of wind rushed into the encirclement of Xiangshu.

Vigorous Vajra Palm, Flower Smile, Bodhi Finger... all Shaolin stunts were displayed in their hands, as incredible as an antelope's horns, those Xiangshu who should only have the thought of killing also showed fear on their faces They rushed to escape one by one, as if they were afraid of the Buddha's wrath.

The leader is an old monk, but at this moment, in the eyes of countless monks, he is the Buddha in the world!

"Amitabha." The old monk finished expelling Xiangshu and recited a Buddha's name.

"Eliminate the evil, everyone, please join hands with the poor monk to capture some Xiangshu and hand them over to Taiwu."

"good."

The other old monks recited the Buddha's name silently, and shot one by one. These phase pivots, which were just transformed into demons by ordinary people, were knocked down in a blink of an eye, and acupuncture points were tapped.

"I haven't seen you for many years, you are still so fake and merciful, Kuci."

The bitter old monk's pupils shrank, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he pronounced the name of the owner of the voice.

"Haijin, you're still here."

"Yes, here I am."

At the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, a young monk wearing a monk's robe came step by step, with a benevolent smile on his face, and what made people feel strange was that the monk's robe on this person was actually black.

Kuci looked at the young monk, a disciple who was once regarded as his own, a genius who was supposed to carry forward Shaolin, but fell into the devil's way because of his own thoughts.

For so many years, he has not heard the news of the other party's harm. He thought that he had died in Taiwu's hands, but he didn't expect...

"The poor monk has two things that he regrets the most in his life. I didn't expect to have the opportunity to complete one of them today. It is really a blessing in life."

"Really, that's really lucky." The smile on Hai Jin's face remained unchanged, and under the eyes of everyone, those Xiangshu who had fallen down stood up one by one, and their aura was even higher.

Many Shaolin monks were in an uproar. Xiangshu was already difficult to deal with, but now he became stronger again.

"It is destiny for Xiangshu to rule the world, so why should Shaolin Temple resist? Obediently accept Xiangshu's power, and when the world turns into the devil's land in the future, Shaolin may still exist in the devil's land."

"Amitabha, what Shaolin can survive is not martial arts or Buddhist scriptures, but the long lamp in the heart. As long as the lamp is not extinguished, the Buddha exists."

"Light, then I will turn off this light today!" Monk Haijin pulled into the distance, and immediately stopped covering up his true nature, endless evil thoughts poured into the monks like a tide.

"A~Mi~Tao~Buddha~"

Kuci closed her eyes.

In Taiwu Village, Di Xin opened his eyes and looked in one direction.

"I don't think there are such outstanding people in this world."

　As a mother-fetal single Pujie, today a friend introduced me to a beauty QQ, and then I started with confidence, and the chat was over in less than three sentences. Sure enough, Pujie is not worthy of love.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)