Dong~!Dong~!Dong~ The sound of war drums kept ringing with the whistling wind. Accompanied by the drums, the huge military formation pressed forward step by step.
The more the drums sounded, the faster their speeds were. Everyone exhaled and inhaled at the same time, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were like one.
The enemies opposite them were dense believers of the Dharma religion who could not see the end. They pulled huge Buddha statues and towering soul banners, and were so crazy that they rushed towards this side like wild animals.
When the two sides collided, the center of the battlefield was like a flesh and blood mill, constantly swallowing everything, spitting out fragments and residues, and more importantly, these residues were alive.
When no one dies in a war, there will be no guarantee of death.Everything inevitably began to go to extremes.
AhAhAh!!The believers of the Dharma sect with stone statues stuck in their heads rushed towards the rows of white lotus believers as they shouted those congratulations in extreme stimulation.
Their bodies were obviously broken long ago, but by sewing and purple talismans on their foreheads, they stood up in pain.
Their hands were gone, and instead they were rust blades tied to the bones.They completely turned into beasts and animals.
The great witch said that all the pain was caused by the other party. As long as the other party was killed, Grandpa Shidu would be very compassionate and let everyone rest in peace.
This kind of thing doesn't have much power, but they have enough, and they will stand up unless they are broken into eight pieces.
The two sides fought in this dark and dark place. Their fight lasted for days and nights, and in a bloody and bloody situation. When the last trace of strength on everyone's body disappeared, the battle was forced to stop.
Everyone was full of despair and numbness, and they moved completely by instinct at this moment.
Everyone dragged their extremely tired body to the point of slowly leaving the eroded and flesh battlefield, and with their will, they stood in front of their formation, and collapsed on the ground without any sense.
Bai Lingmiao, covered in blood, staggered through these flesh and blood. They could not die. They could stand up again after they recovered their strength.
Two days ago, Bai Lingmiao's eyes were already dry. She was extremely tired and could only let the Bailian believer who had a little strength go back to the hall and sleep.
At this moment, Bai Lingmiao's mind was buzzing, as if his brain was not himself. It was so miserable, everything was so miserable.
Looking at the wriggling blood formed by the squidling pulp in the distance, Bai Lingmiao's heart was no longer fluctuating at this moment. She really experienced too much during this period.
At this moment, a group of people wearing black robes slowly walked past the crowd. They were as gentle as possible, not waking up anyone, and whenever they came to someone, they squatted down and put down a touch of red.
Soon, these people came to Bai Lingmiao and also stuffed the red smear to her, and the people behind her.The pain will last forever.The pain will last forever.
When Bai Lingmiao held it in his hand, he realized that the red color was "Da Qianlu".
The believers of the Nestorian Church are trying to post "Daqianlu" to everyone, preparing for the next battlefield without bottom line.
Bai Lingmiao's lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.
If this painful "Daqianlu" can bring all this to an end as soon as possible.Then she understood that she was not qualified to stop everything that happened.
Saint!Saint!!A unkempt boy rushed to Bai Lingmiao from his body next to him, knelt on the ground and kept kneeling towards her. Saint, please help my grandpa, I beg you!!
Bai Lingmiao lifted him gently, lifted him up from the ground, and followed him to the shed next to him.
Many people were lying in various low sheds. These people were not armoured. They were not military strategists, but coolies who came to work and fell to the ground like wood.
Anyway, I will not die of illness or cold now. Since this is the case, I will sleep the same everywhere.
After almost half an incense stick, the boy suddenly turned and rushed towards a black human figure in the gutter beside him.
When the black buzzed apart, Bai Lingmiao realized that it was actually a living person, who had been covered by a thick layer of flies before.
It was an old man covered with old spots. His head was shrunk and his stomach was leaking. There was a hole in his temple, and white maggots were constantly surging inside.
If it were normal, he would have died long ago, but he still did not die now, and he was coughing with all his strength.
However, no matter how he coughed, his itchy throat did not improve at all.
The boy kept wiping his tears and begging Bai Lingmiao: Saint, please help my grandfather!He was really tired, but he couldn't sleep, he was really hungry, but he couldn't eat, and everything he ate leaked out from underneath.
Bai Lingmiao looked down at the intestines that slid into the gutter.
Death is gone, Bai Lingmiao can't do anything even if he wants to do anything, and he is old, he should have died of old age.
This is his destiny. No matter what magical powers he uses, he will never change his fate.
Bai Lingmiao came to the old man, looked at everything he was in pain at this moment, and secretly recited the White Lotus Sutra in his heart with a hint of compassion and compassion on his face.
She knew it was useless, but the only thing she could do at the moment was this.
Just as Bai Lingmiao's heart was full of compassion, under the shocked gaze of everyone around him, the painful and desperate old man gradually stopped moving.
Soon the black flies rushed up and crawled in along the old man's mouth.
Dead?Really dead??The saint can kill people!The old mother Wusheng appeared!
Really dead!Very good!I can finally die!!
Hope gradually appeared in the eyes of everyone around, and then it seemed to spread, spreading to the surroundings.
Gradually, the crowd began to surge. With longing and admiration in their eyes, they surrounded Bai Lingmiao in a circle and kept kneeling and worshiping towards her.
I... Bai Lingmiao looked at his hands in shock, "Is the Death Heavenly Dao back?"
But looking at the half of the body beside him, Bai Lingmiao immediately realized that the Heavenly Dao of Death had not come back, but that he had magical powers that could make people die.
After understanding everything, Bai Lingmiao immediately understood what this meant. There was death on his side, but there was no death on the side of the Dharma Sect. This meant a great improvement in morale!
Pain is no longer eternal, they can die at any time as long as they want to die!
Soon as the White Lotus believers passed the news, even though everyone was extremely tired, everyone became excited.
Especially more and more people saw that Bai Lingmiao completely rested those who should have died long ago.
The camp that was still dead just now began to become vibrant. There is no death and no life. Only death can bring about life.
The more the drums sounded, the faster their speeds were. Everyone exhaled and inhaled at the same time, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were like one.
The enemies opposite them were dense believers of the Dharma religion who could not see the end. They pulled huge Buddha statues and towering soul banners, and were so crazy that they rushed towards this side like wild animals.
When the two sides collided, the center of the battlefield was like a flesh and blood mill, constantly swallowing everything, spitting out fragments and residues, and more importantly, these residues were alive.
When no one dies in a war, there will be no guarantee of death.Everything inevitably began to go to extremes.
AhAhAh!!The believers of the Dharma sect with stone statues stuck in their heads rushed towards the rows of white lotus believers as they shouted those congratulations in extreme stimulation.
Their bodies were obviously broken long ago, but by sewing and purple talismans on their foreheads, they stood up in pain.
Their hands were gone, and instead they were rust blades tied to the bones.They completely turned into beasts and animals.
The great witch said that all the pain was caused by the other party. As long as the other party was killed, Grandpa Shidu would be very compassionate and let everyone rest in peace.
This kind of thing doesn't have much power, but they have enough, and they will stand up unless they are broken into eight pieces.
The two sides fought in this dark and dark place. Their fight lasted for days and nights, and in a bloody and bloody situation. When the last trace of strength on everyone's body disappeared, the battle was forced to stop.
Everyone was full of despair and numbness, and they moved completely by instinct at this moment.
Everyone dragged their extremely tired body to the point of slowly leaving the eroded and flesh battlefield, and with their will, they stood in front of their formation, and collapsed on the ground without any sense.
Bai Lingmiao, covered in blood, staggered through these flesh and blood. They could not die. They could stand up again after they recovered their strength.
Two days ago, Bai Lingmiao's eyes were already dry. She was extremely tired and could only let the Bailian believer who had a little strength go back to the hall and sleep.
At this moment, Bai Lingmiao's mind was buzzing, as if his brain was not himself. It was so miserable, everything was so miserable.
Looking at the wriggling blood formed by the squidling pulp in the distance, Bai Lingmiao's heart was no longer fluctuating at this moment. She really experienced too much during this period.
At this moment, a group of people wearing black robes slowly walked past the crowd. They were as gentle as possible, not waking up anyone, and whenever they came to someone, they squatted down and put down a touch of red.
Soon, these people came to Bai Lingmiao and also stuffed the red smear to her, and the people behind her.The pain will last forever.The pain will last forever.
When Bai Lingmiao held it in his hand, he realized that the red color was "Da Qianlu".
The believers of the Nestorian Church are trying to post "Daqianlu" to everyone, preparing for the next battlefield without bottom line.
Bai Lingmiao's lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.
If this painful "Daqianlu" can bring all this to an end as soon as possible.Then she understood that she was not qualified to stop everything that happened.
Saint!Saint!!A unkempt boy rushed to Bai Lingmiao from his body next to him, knelt on the ground and kept kneeling towards her. Saint, please help my grandpa, I beg you!!
Bai Lingmiao lifted him gently, lifted him up from the ground, and followed him to the shed next to him.
Many people were lying in various low sheds. These people were not armoured. They were not military strategists, but coolies who came to work and fell to the ground like wood.
Anyway, I will not die of illness or cold now. Since this is the case, I will sleep the same everywhere.
After almost half an incense stick, the boy suddenly turned and rushed towards a black human figure in the gutter beside him.
When the black buzzed apart, Bai Lingmiao realized that it was actually a living person, who had been covered by a thick layer of flies before.
It was an old man covered with old spots. His head was shrunk and his stomach was leaking. There was a hole in his temple, and white maggots were constantly surging inside.
If it were normal, he would have died long ago, but he still did not die now, and he was coughing with all his strength.
However, no matter how he coughed, his itchy throat did not improve at all.
The boy kept wiping his tears and begging Bai Lingmiao: Saint, please help my grandfather!He was really tired, but he couldn't sleep, he was really hungry, but he couldn't eat, and everything he ate leaked out from underneath.
Bai Lingmiao looked down at the intestines that slid into the gutter.
Death is gone, Bai Lingmiao can't do anything even if he wants to do anything, and he is old, he should have died of old age.
This is his destiny. No matter what magical powers he uses, he will never change his fate.
Bai Lingmiao came to the old man, looked at everything he was in pain at this moment, and secretly recited the White Lotus Sutra in his heart with a hint of compassion and compassion on his face.
She knew it was useless, but the only thing she could do at the moment was this.
Just as Bai Lingmiao's heart was full of compassion, under the shocked gaze of everyone around him, the painful and desperate old man gradually stopped moving.
Soon the black flies rushed up and crawled in along the old man's mouth.
Dead?Really dead??The saint can kill people!The old mother Wusheng appeared!
Really dead!Very good!I can finally die!!
Hope gradually appeared in the eyes of everyone around, and then it seemed to spread, spreading to the surroundings.
Gradually, the crowd began to surge. With longing and admiration in their eyes, they surrounded Bai Lingmiao in a circle and kept kneeling and worshiping towards her.
I... Bai Lingmiao looked at his hands in shock, "Is the Death Heavenly Dao back?"
But looking at the half of the body beside him, Bai Lingmiao immediately realized that the Heavenly Dao of Death had not come back, but that he had magical powers that could make people die.
After understanding everything, Bai Lingmiao immediately understood what this meant. There was death on his side, but there was no death on the side of the Dharma Sect. This meant a great improvement in morale!
Pain is no longer eternal, they can die at any time as long as they want to die!
Soon as the White Lotus believers passed the news, even though everyone was extremely tired, everyone became excited.
Especially more and more people saw that Bai Lingmiao completely rested those who should have died long ago.
The camp that was still dead just now began to become vibrant. There is no death and no life. Only death can bring about life.
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