Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 344 Even though he knows death, he is still willing to die, this can be called a real husband!
Fear as if the doomsday was coming swept the entire Wei land.

And in Daliang, the royal capital of this ancient country, it is even more desolate.

Ordinary mortals who were infected with the plague, all their blood nourished the dark green barrier that covered the entire sky of Wei State, and then turned into streams of air, gathering towards the sacred projection standing outside the Temple of the God of Suffering and go.

The god was grinning grinningly at this moment. His four heads were facing north and south, and his eight arms were spread out like a centipede, which was terrifying.

"Mortal, I admit that your practice on this earth has already surpassed the ordinary people, but"

"Could it be that you think that with this level, you can compete with the gods in the sky!"

For a thousandth of an instant—

The air flow swept through, and exhaled from the head in the middle of the God of Suffering, like a lion's roar, even though the voice was faint, it could still make this area tremble uncontrollably.

Just now, Mo Di had saved thousands of miles, and he swung his sword in anger, which was blocked by him, the god.

"In the light of firefly candles, An Neng competes with the bright moon!"

The eight arms, like the eight dragons in the myth, have evolved eight kinds of phantoms of gods and monsters.

The God of Suffering broke out with true divine power.

I saw His arm protruding out like a dragon, breaking through the void barrier, bringing with it boundless aftermath, and pressing down on the barefoot commoner with a firm expression of sword and ink!

God, Dragon Seed, Yaksha, Shura
The appearance is inhuman, full of terror, every gust of breath can carry the pressure to subdue the universe, if the mentality is weak, let alone confront the enemy, if you just see it, you are afraid that you will have two battles, and you will almost retreat!
But even so.

Mo Di, the leader of the Mo family, just clenched his sword, sneered slightly, and turned a deaf ear to it:
"Since the teaching of the theory has been spread, I have never thought of anything comparable to the sacred."

"Mo Di has always believed in the theory of mountain ghosts and gods, but the gods he speaks of are not people like you."

He founded Mohism, believed in the heavens, and everything he did was on behalf of the heavens, drawing his sword at those who rebelled against all living beings on the earth.

Therefore, the holiness recognized by the Emperor Zhou is not the god that the Mohists support!

Ghosts and gods, you should clearly distinguish right from wrong, good from evil in the world. As the saying goes, there are gods above your head. What you want is to punish the evil and promote the good, and make a rule for this world.

instead of.
With the life of all peoples, come for your own selfishness!
'Promote the benefits of the world and eliminate the disadvantages of the world'

Looking at the arms of the eight evolutionary visions, the killing intent erupted like a wave, rushing towards my face, even if it was just a ray of momentum, I felt suffocated, but whenever I held the Juzi sword in my hand, Mo Di They all feel at ease.

The teachings of Mohism and the maxims that were engraved in Jixia together with the master flashed in my mind.

Mozi, respected by all the celebrities in the world, drank vigorously and raised his sword to the sky!

For the sake of morality, the strong draw their blades to the stronger, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Standing up with a sword and causing blood to flow for five steps, and then the world is clean, this is a hero.

So in an instant——

The world turned into black and white!

"what's the situation!"

Lord Jin burned the flames of the gods, and when Cai Modi and the Lord of Kushen were about to make a move, he was stopped by King Wu of Wei.

The two were fighting in the dark, but they saw that the sky and the earth were only black and white, so they were shocked at the same time, and couldn't help looking at the thinly clad Momen giant.

An unimaginable aura bloomed from the juzi sword gushing out sword energy, covering the sky, and with a 'boom', it clashed with eight pillar-like giant arms!
"Kill!" Mo Di's furious roar shook people's hearts!
Thousands of figures seemed to coincide with the commoner clothes, and with an incredible force, they smashed the huge arms like a horizontal moat, one by one!

What turned into a god, turned into a Shura, turned into a yaksha, what a vision of eight dragons!
The way of the Mohist is either black or white, under the sword of the giant, it is fragmented!

The projected body of the God of Suffering, more than ten feet tall, receded violently.

His eight arms were full of blood, although they were projections, there was also dark green blood flowing non-stop!

The aura of enlightenment from the Dao fruit of the philosophers passes through the heavens and latitudes of the earth, even though Mo Zhai was just a master’s achievement not long ago, but as he walks like flying, practicing the Dao, it is almost as if he has sublimated.
Even now, it can even hurt the sacred projection!
What a shock!

He was also taken aback.

Seeing black and white, the man who cast the sword was barefoot and clothed, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he couldn't help but sigh:
"The great swordsman of Xuanshang also killed a projection of this Lord."

"Although your sword skills are not as good as his, but if you talk about the Tao."

There was a rare flash of jealousy in his eyes, and then the God of Suffering Lord Shenyin rumbled:
"Better than him!"

"So, I can't keep you."

Step, step, step!
Stepping on the cold stone road, one deep hole after another was shaken. Looking at the leader of the Mo sect who was waiting in full force with a solemn expression, after the Kushenjun sighed, he suddenly smiled strangely:

"However, it's still close."

"Mortal, the sword that was released just now blasted away the eight dragon methods of this lord. Do you think that you can resist this lord?"

Seeing that Mozi was silent, Kushenjun didn't care either.

But immediately, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, He made a scene that others could never have imagined.

I saw this giant god whose figure was as towering as a mountain, sitting calmly on the ground, causing his eight arms to hang down, and even the eyes of the four heads were slightly closed, as if he didn't care:
"Ordinary people on the ground will never know how powerful the gods who transcend the world are."

"This is like a frog in a well looking up at the sky, pitiful and pathetic."

While he was talking, he remained motionless like a mountain, as if he wanted to let Mo Di attack and kill him, and he didn't care.

In this regard, Mo Di held the Juzi sword, and there was energy in his chest, and anger was in his eyes.

His temper wasn't good at all, and he had just faced off, and his sword didn't lose the wind.

The holiness in the sky is not coming in person, but just a projection, so arrogant!
Feeling one after another air currents, still gathering towards the figure from all directions of Wei Tu, Mo Di knew it well.

Today, the God of Suffering will not let go of his projection, so in a few days at most, this great land of Wei will be completely reduced to death!
Even though the number of people was sparse due to the great plague in previous years, but this time they are going to exterminate their households and kill their seeds, and it is still in front of my own face!
This is Mo Di, how can he hold back!
For a moment, the clothed man raised his eyebrows and held the sword, screamed, and wanted to draw the sword again, but he didn't expect to take a step, and then he was sick, his complexion suddenly turned pale, then flashed gray and white, and finally he coughed up blood , the palm trembled!
A person's aura, just like that, fell instantly from the peak state of extreme sublimation!
"Wow!"

Facing the cold bluestone slab, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood stained with dark green aura.

There was cold sweat on Mo Di's forehead, and the artistic conception of black and white disappeared without a trace.

The Juzi sword was held tightly by him and supported on the ground, but it was impossible to walk away from the figure of the god who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

He felt something in his body, moving among his internal organs, eroding his strength.

even
Even the sanity in my mind faltered for a moment!

Seeing Mo Di was like an avalanche in an instant, and it was difficult to even take a step.

The figure of God of Suffering, who was originally as immobile as a mountain, finally moved.

I saw His four heads raised slightly, and at the same time clapped their hands and laughed, looking very happy:
"My name is the God of Suffering, and those enshrined in me are the descendants of the blood of the plague curse."

"Fighting method, battle array?"

"That's never been my strong point."

"My Lord's 'Nine Netherworld Luo Plague Curse' is a lineage that I found from the collapsed 'Underworld' before I entered the divine way. It is so powerful that it is comparable to the secret art of heaven!"

"Now the sky is full of plague, even if you hold your breath and concentrate, what can you do?"

"As long as the five senses are continuous, my formless and formless plague curse will penetrate into every hole!"

"So what if you have a little bit of divine light, the wrath of a man, and you can hold a sword to compete with this king, and even surpass the king of blood?"

"In the end, I will be reduced to a puddle of blood under the corrosion of this plague curse!"

"Even though your ability is quite high, you can only confess your life in one hour and three quarters. I don't even need to raise an arm. This is the gap!"

The four heads of God of Suffering sneered at the same time, looking rather pervasive.

Immediately, he ignored Mo Di, and only raised his eight arms to lift the sky, and he was about to surrender Jin Lord together with Wei Wuwang, telling him to avoid the inevitable and bow his head completely.

Because in his eyes, Mo Di is hopeless, so there is no need to worry about it.

Just take down this other Xiaoxiao, and then take a breath, sucking up this country on the ground.

Then you can go to Haojing to meet the man in purple clothes, say hello, and then save a branch of inheritance in Kyushu for future harvesting, then you can set off to return to the sky, continue to retreat and practice, and wait for the next reincarnation.

But who would have expected——

Thousands of brilliant auras, when the overall situation is about to be settled, a vision emerges from nothing, flying down from the far north, as if ten thousand immortals came to court!
In just a split second, a magnificent picture scroll swept open from north to south, dissipating all the pestilence it touched.

The picture scroll is hazy but solid, as if it contains a place of heaven and earth, and the portraits engraved in it include heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, traffickers and pawns, as well as the mountains, rivers and community, and all spirits on the ground!

Stepping on the picture scroll of the Changhe River, Ji Qiu was dressed in white, with fluttering sleeves like a god, and when he came to Daliang City, he flicked his sword, and then he didn't say a word. Cut down!

The sword carried an extremely piercing coercion, like a king in the sword, and mixed with a wisp of domineering majesty, which made the face of the God of Suffering, who had raised his arms, change suddenly, and then he roared, and there was someone behind him. The divine ring rose, and then the eight palm prints were taken in the air!

Bang! !

An explosion resounded in the sky. The God of Suffering resisted the sword, but he also felt a strong attack. That force was even stronger than his divine projection by three points!

"Half step. Yuanshen!"

Coming from outside the sky, he certainly knew where the core of this power came from, so he shrank his eyes, and a terrifying breath rose from his body.

"Who are you?"

"How can Kyushu have the inheritance of 'Qi', and"

"You can still practice to such a degree."

"You are a remnant of the Xuanshang era, who was inherited by that great witch? But looking at the breath, you are so young, which is unreasonable."

Lord Kushen stared at Ji Qiu closely.

However, Ji Qiu, who arrived at Daliang City, was already full of anger by using the technique of being so close to the world.

He didn't want to have much conversation with God of Suffering at all.

Along the way, Ji Qiu met an unknown number of doctors and Mohists who had traveled to various places.

But even if they have all the abilities, they can't stop the plague and the hard-won world!
For a time, countless Wei soil died due to the plague!

Even if he is used to seeing life and death, but his five senses are still alive, screams and wailing are almost everywhere, it can be said that there is a lot of mourning, how can Ji Qiu feel nothing in his heart.

He looked at the so-called 'god' in front of him.

【Bitter Lord】

[One of the Nine Great Sacred Gods of Kyushu Heaven, practiced for nearly a century, participated in the vassals' competition in the Xuanshang era, defeated Xuanshang together, and spread the great plague and plague in the ancient city of Chaoge, and the eight hundred princes, so as to improve the spirit of supernatural powers The technique caused countless people to fall. 】

[When Xuanshang collapsed, its inheritance passed down to King Wu of Wei, and it took thousands of years to reach today. 】

[Follow-up:? ? ? 】

The heavens are sacred, and they are more than the primordial spirit!
Looking at the projection of this god named 'King of Suffering', Ji Qiu was absolutely convinced that his real body was almost the same as the demon saint he had seen in the Three Saints Demon Palace before!

If Ji Qiu had seen such an existence a long time ago, he might not be qualified to confront him at all.

But after three days of farewell, he should look at him with admiration. Now he is no longer Wuxia Amon, and his strength has already undergone earth-shaking changes.

divine
It's fine to come face to face, a projection can actually stir up the wind and rain so far?
Filled with anger in his heart, Ji Qiu was about to use his sword again to kill this beast, but suddenly he frowned.

Standing in the cold wind of the sky, he folded his sleeves and looked at the dark green lines slowly emerging on his arms. He didn't know when it was a move.

And the God of Suffering, who saw the six roads, saw the unknown number of people, Fang was cast by his invisible spell as soon as he made his grand debut, and couldn't help mocking:
"Boy, it looks like a bluff, but it turns out to be a stupid stupid thing!"

"My Lord's plague curse technique, even if it is also sacred, or if the primordial spirit comes in person, you may not be able to perceive it, let alone you?"

"Your body and bones look quite strong, and you should be stronger than the half-kneeling commoner next to you, but the difference is almost the same. You just want to be a companion when you die."

"This is you ordinary people?"

"Knowing that it is death, but still wanting to die, it is simply stupid!"

Seeing that Ji Qiu was also hit by the trick, even though the sword energy was so great that it almost hurt his own projection, the Lord of Kushen still had a calm expression.

It is because he has absolute confidence in his supernatural powers.

After being hit by the Nine Nether Luo Plague Curse, no one in the world can save him except him!

Just a few small ants on the ground, even if they have some strength, they are just bigger ants.

Dare to try to turn the sky upside down?

Seeing this scene, Mo Di leaned on the hilt of his sword and struggled to support himself. Mo Di, who was already dizzy like a mortal, felt extremely depressed.

He never thought that he did not lose to the so-called 'sacred' head-on, but lost to these weird and unpredictable things!

"It's really disappointing"

When Ji Qiu turned into a dharma form and walked towards Tatian, Mo Di recognized him, so he wanted to use up all his energy at that moment to warn him not to come.

It's a pity that he only needs one throat, and only black blood spurts from it, he can't speak at all, he is extremely weak, he can only watch helplessly as Ji Qiu also got hit by the move.

For a moment, the leader of the Mo Sect only felt sad in his heart.

He can die, but Ji Qiu is expected to be born out of nowhere and become the saint of the re-opening world. If he dies here, it will be a great loss to the human race of Kyushu!
Looking at the figure of the god who was so close at hand, the giant of the Mo family held his breath, thinking of dying, but also to practice the philosophy of Mo Zhe before he died, blood spattering the enemy for five steps, in order to live up to his husband!

However, at this time, a warm voice like a spring breeze blew past his ears:

"Juzi, don't despair."

"You must know that my generation, how could I die in the hands of these false gods?"

Hearing that these words were quite familiar, Mo Di was startled.

And for a moment, a drop of scorching golden blood appeared from the palm of the young man who suddenly appeared beside him, and then with the fingertips of the man lightly lifted, it entered his throat.

'Gudong! '

Feeling the hot blood, Mo Di swallowed it involuntarily and instinctively.

At that moment, the giant's body trembled, and his complexion instantly became twitching and uncomfortable. He could only feel the flames burning in his chest, and he couldn't even hold the palm of the sword handle steadily.

but!
As time passed bit by bit, his condition miraculously gradually improved, as if the plague curse had been completely canceled out at this time, it was extremely miraculous!

"This"

Seeing that the front side is still under the plague curse of the God of Suffering in the sky, the situation is desperate.

But in the next second, it was as if nothing had happened, and he also took Ji Qiu by the way.

During the twists and turns, Mo Di was suddenly speechless.

But at this time, Ji Qiu turned his head, looked at the God of Suffering who seemed to have seen something, and sneered at the corner of his mouth, and said the first sentence after meeting:

"Knowing that it is death, but still willing to die without fear."

"This is the real husband."

"And you, why not."

Face one of the greatest mafia and terrors Kyushu has ever seen.

Ji Qiu put his hands behind his back, completely fearless.

Just a few words.

This White Clothed True Monarch already showed the demeanor of a master!
(End of this chapter)