The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Chapter 135 The Divine Soldier Comes into the World, Mysterious Corpse (Subscribe)
The scorching sun was shining brightly, and the blazing light scorched the wilderness. Wan Jianyi and the others couldn't do this in the wilderness. The four of them were naked, the skin on their bodies had already been chapped, and the lips of the four of them were extremely dry.

They walked for two days in the wilderness without eating or drinking.

They can fly with swords, but as soon as Wan Jian sensed that the ghost-slaying sword intent on Meng Jing's body had stagnated a thousand miles away, he guessed that Meng Jing had arrived at the legendary base camp of the Devil's Cult, the Wilderness Temple. .

Therefore, in order not to startle the enemy and cause them to fall short, Wan Jianyi suggested walking and approaching gradually. As monks, it doesn't matter if they don't eat or drink for several days in a harsh environment.

"Damn it, it's too hot." Zeng Shuchang said, "My mouth is burning, does anyone have water?"

"Be patient!" Tian Buyi said with a determined expression on his face, "Senior Brother Wan said the distance is not far, only a few hundred miles."

Uncle Zeng often paused, looking at the endless sand dunes in the distance, speechless and speechless, he knew that he would not come, and he would suffer if he came, but there was no way for him to be a man, since he promised Wan Jianyi, how could he not come.

"Damn it, I saw an illusion! Two humanoid statues! Senior Brother Wan, can you see it?" Cang Song flexibly used the theory of emotion.

Everyone stood at the position of Cangsong and looked at it, and they saw two towering stone statues on the sky, as well as many illusory palaces, which made everyone envious of the oasis.

"A mirage?" Wan Jianyi said suspiciously: "It doesn't look too far away, we save our mana, and there will inevitably be a big battle when we arrive."

"Is it straight?" Uncle Zeng said wearily. He was mentally exhausted and was baked by the scorching sun. He said, "I'm afraid there are at least a thousand demon disciples in the Wild Temple, so we can only outsmart them."

"We'll see the situation when we get there," Wan Jianyi said.

Everyone nodded and headed towards the wild temple.

at the same time.

The square of the temple is a square centered around the Shura Tower. There are many disciples of the Demon Cult standing there, looking at the black tower in the center of the square with adoration.

That is the origin of their holy religion.

At the same time, on the steps of the main hall hundreds of feet away, stood an old man. This man was the God of Poison, the master of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. The God of Poison had practiced for four hundred years. Deep, not under the leader of the Demon Cult.

Beside the Poison God are the four great envoys of the Demon Sect, Yuyangzi, the new patriarch of the Changsheng Hall, Sanmiao Fairy, the patriarch of the Hehuan Sect, and the heads of many large aristocrats.

Demons dance.

Today, the disciples of the Devil's Sect gathered here, and they all obeyed or agreed with the suggestion given by the main hall to restart the Nether Abyss.

Use your blood to see if you can open the Nether Abyss again, and see if you can get the mysterious treasures in the Nether Abyss.

"My sons and daughters of the Holy Church, I am the God of Poison. I have called you here today. I have something to say to everyone." A young and beautiful concubine.

"Three days ago, the leader Qiu was unable to heal the wounds left by the Qingyun Zhuxian Sword Formation, and finally passed away. Even if the leader has all-powerful skills, it is difficult to resist the Qingyun Zhuxian Sword Formation. We discussed again and again in the main hall yesterday. As the light shines into Shenzhou, Qingyun's Zhuxian Sword Formation is our great enemy." Poison God said.

"So, let's discuss that today, while the saints here are here, donate our blood and the Shura Tower to see if we can open the Nether Abyss, obtain the supreme artifact or the supreme secret method, as long as it exists in Qingyunmen Zhuxian On that day, our Holy Cult will never turn around. That day, the power of Old Man Tiancheng's Immortal Execution Sword Formation is obvious to all present."

"Why should they be able to occupy the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, while our Demon Cult should be beaten and hated by everyone like a drowning dog, in this poor land?" Poison God shouted.

Then there was the soaring voice of promise.

Wan Wan stood next to Meng Jing and said: "The Poison God is very scheming, and he has always been for himself. I am afraid that if there is any treasure coming out of the abyss, the old fox will definitely try his best to get it. It is even more shameless." Interestingly, the old fox was the first person to propose the election of a new leader after the death of the leader, and he secretly wooed Yuyangzi and Fairy Sanmiao. Difficult to sweep back.”

"It's just that I don't know in my heart whether I should expect treasures from the underworld summoned by the Shura Tower or not. Once treasures land, the hearts of the Holy Church are not in harmony. Maybe there will be internal fighting for the treasure." Wan Wan Sigh.

Meng Jing thought to himself, indeed, Qiu Wang's words are powerful, and he was originally trying to suppress Tian Chengzi, even if Wan Jian intervened, he could even use one against two, and still suppress the two of them.But as soon as the ancient sword of Zhu Xian came out, it instantly became the background board for the birth of Zhu Xian's sword, and was killed in an instant.

Before returning to the temple of the Demon Cult, he belched halfway. Now the corpses are still placed in the coffin in the main hall, and they will be cremated after the first seven days, and then their ashes will be scattered in the wilderness.

As for the infighting among the Demon Cult, it has nothing to do with Meng Jing. He has gained a lot from coming to the Temple of the Demon Cult, especially the set of theories. Meng Jing secretly feels that this is the springboard for his rise.

Immediately, the God of Poison took control, which surprised many disciples. Didn't the disciples line up one by one and spray their own blood on the Shura Pagoda?
Instead, a disciple of the Wandu Sect brought out a strange pot-shaped magic weapon, and signaled one by one for the disciples to drip out a drop of blood. Meng Jing was dumbfounded by this operation.

"This... Even if you can summon the treasure, you don't know who opened the Shura Tower?" Meng Jing said: "Brother Wan, didn't you say that the person who can open the abyss is almost a person with luck from heaven and earth? Come on, don’t you miss out on talent?”

"Hmph, the old fox is really good at thinking, and completely confused this." Wanwan snorted and said: "Now the Wandumen is the most powerful, Yuyangzi and Sanmiao Fairy have just taken over as suzerain, and the current foundation is not stable. They are willing to offend the old fox, and the God of Poison has shown goodwill to them along the way, in order to secure the position of suzerain, the two of them can only obey, or sell the God of Poison to save face."

Meng Jing said: "The four great envoys also agree? Master Qiu was selected by Ming Yuan to integrate the Holy Cult. How could they let the God of Poison do whatever he wanted? The God of Poison wanted to take the treasure for himself."

"The four holy envoys, although their morality is good, but without the leader Qiu, the four of them actually don't have much power in the holy religion. The upper echelons of the clan, they have long been colluding, what can the Four Great Sacred Envoys do?"

Until the two watched the smiling disciples of the Wandu sect coming with the jade basin magic weapon emitting the smell of blood, Wan Wan bit his finger, dripping blood into the jade basin, and Meng Jing saw Taking advantage of the trend, imitating thousands of people, dripping his own blood into the jade basin.

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The Poison God was full of joy. He was holding the jade basin. He didn't believe that among the more than a thousand disciples of the Holy Cult, none of them received the favor of heaven?
Regardless of the various eyes around him, the Poison God went straight to the front of the Shura Pagoda. Like a devout believer, the Poison God knelt in front of the Shura Pagoda and shouted: "King Tiansha Ming, the Holy Mother of Nine Nethers above, believer Yuan Dumu Leading more than a thousand disciples of the Holy Cult to pray here, may the Holy Mother of the Ming King bless the Holy Cult...May the Holy Cult can open the Nether Abyss again this time and obtain a fetish that can rival Qingyun Zhuxian!"

Meng Jing, thinking to the God of Poison, are you really worshiping King Ming and the Holy Mother?No, what you are worshiping is the desire in your heart!
Meng Jing found that many disciples of the Devil's Cult started to kneel, kneeling towards the two stone statues, praying sincerely, even ten thousand people pulled Meng Jing, motioned Meng Jing to kneel, otherwise he would become a different kind, so Meng Jing had no choice but to do so too. Kneeling and closing eyes, imitating the chants of the people around me, the Holy Mother of King Ming is here to bless the disciples and the holy religion.

A solemn atmosphere arose in the Devil's Temple in the depths of the wilderness.

This scene seemed peaceful, but it also revealed endless weirdness.

The Devil's Temple is located in an oasis. On the towering trees several miles away, Wan Jianyi and the others hide in the dense leaves, watching the strange scene in the temple square.

"What is this for?" Uncle Zeng wondered.

"Senior Brother Wan, there are too many monsters from the Demon Cult, what should we do? How can we do more meaningful things for the righteous way?" Cang Song asked.

"We learned that the Devil's Temple is here, and we have actually completed the task. Thanks to Junior Brother Meng who is like a ghost king, otherwise we don't know how long it would take us to find this place. We didn't expect to find it in three days. Let's just wait and see. Change it, see if there is a chance to connect with Junior Brother Meng."

As soon as Wan Jian stared at the pitch-black tower in front of the Poison God, he always felt that it should be the Shura Tower, the source of the Demon Sect's inheritance, and thought that if he were to be destroyed, how big a blow would it be to the Demon Sect?
"Yes, Senior Brother Meng has contributed a lot!" Tian Buyi said in a low voice.

After praying, the God of Poison looked at the Shura Tower with fiery eyes, his hands trembling slightly at this moment, and slowly poured the blood from the jade basin onto the Shura Tower.

Meng Jing, who was in the distance, also watched expectantly. He was simply curious at the moment. This Shura Pagoda is like opening a treasure chest in previous lives. It all depends on whether you are the European Emperor or the African Chieftain.

At first there was no reaction, but Meng Jing could feel the obvious change in the atmosphere, one wave after another of loss and disappointment, even the tens of thousands of people around him sighed helplessly, as if thinking that including him, could it be that God Don't you think there are people with great luck among the thousands of people in the holy religion?
Just when the poisonous god wanted to curse, suddenly the sky darkened, and the original blue sky, billowing black clouds swept in and gathered over the Shura Pagoda, and the sky and the earth changed color in an instant.

The temperature dropped suddenly.

In such a harsh climate in the Wilderness, there may not have been rain for several years, but at this moment, it was pouring down in vain. The cold raindrops fell on the faces of the surprised-looking Demon Cult disciples, and the Demon Cult disciples screamed wildly for a while.

"The Holy Mother of King Ming has appeared!"

"The abyss is open!"

Countless people carnival.

You Ji's beautiful eyes, wearing a veil, watched in shock as phantoms gradually appeared above the sky. According to legend, the Nether Abyss is a different space, and every time it descends on Shenzhou, it is the docking of two spaces.

The Qinglong envoy on the side said in amazement: "I didn't expect such a strange phenomenon when the abyss was opened? When the leader opened the abyss, I was not there."

"Brother, what should we do? If the gods are sent down from the deep abyss, the old Poison God will definitely use various excuses to take possession of them!" The White Tiger Holy Envoy is a burly man with rough eyebrows and a barbaric aura.

"What can we do? The old thief of the poison god has already wooed many powerful people, what can we do?" Xuanwu snorted coldly.

The Azure Dragon Holy Envoy was short of breath, he couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly, there was nothing he could do, now the Changshengtang and the Hehuan faction were severely injured due to the battle between righteousness and demons, Yuyangzi and Sanmiao fairies each had different ideas, the holy religion was fighting against each other. After Wangyu's death, he was mentally torn apart.

Moreover, the Ghost King Sect has promised not to interfere in the dispute over the leader of the Holy Cult, which means staying out of the matter.

Just because the four of them are alone, they can't stop the God of Poison from taking the treasure for himself.

The God of Poison was shouting and laughing wildly from below, the scene of him holding the fetish in his hand, ascending to the position of leader, leveling Qingyunmen, Fenxiang Valley, Tianyin Temple, and ruling Shenzhou appeared in his eyes.

At this time, the phantom of the abyss gradually solidified, and a dark hole appeared above the sky, as if it could erode people's souls. Lightning flashed and thundered near the black hole, and even the void was faintly distorted.

Meng Jing and Wan Wan were horrified, they had never seen such a scene before, and the space began to distort.

Just when all the disciples were looking forward to it.

A halberd that looks like a stone but not a stone, and looks like iron but not iron slowly appears from the black hole. The moment the halberd appears, a phantom of a thousand-foot halberd appears in the sky, and its power is like destroying the sky and the earth.

But this power is like a flash in the pan, fleeting, and the phantom of the eucalyptus disappeared in an instant.

Spears drop from black holes.

The sky and the earth flashed with a bang, as if the sky and the earth were mourning and crying. There was more and more torrential rain in the sky, and countless purple lightning bolts in the dark clouds twisted like thunder snakes. The phantom gradually began to dissipate.

The eucalyptus fell to the ground amid the laughter of the poisonous god, the sky pays off!
The eucalyptus fell into the stone slabs of the square instantly, and the eucalyptus emitted a golden light at the moment. This kind of light was like a scorching sun, but the light disappeared after a while.

The corners of the God of Poison's mouth trembled, looking at the halberd, his eyes flashed greedy, the weapons and magic weapons that fell from the underworld were definitely not mortals, and the demon banner in Qiu Wangyu's hand back then was a legendary monster.

A fetish that can stir up boundless dead energy, everywhere it passes is filled with bones, devouring life.

This halberd is about ten feet long, and the whole body is carved in the shape of a dragon. The sharp edge is as smooth as a mirror, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

"What kind of magic weapon is this? A halberd-shaped weapon? I have never seen it in the ancient and modern weapon records in the Shengjiao Scripture Library?" A leader of the clan said, and while speaking, his eyes flashed with greed.

Poison God tremblingly walked towards the eucalyptus, and just a few steps away, he suddenly felt many strange eyes in the square. This thing was summoned by the disciples of the Holy Cult, so the old man will naturally not be greedy, so don't worry!"

Those strange and hostile eyes were slightly reduced, and the Poison God groaned secretly in his heart, stretched out his arm and wanted to pull out the halberd, but just as he grasped it, the expression of the Poison God suddenly changed, and he saw the halberd burst into light, a ray of terror boundless The aftermath of the attack was released from the halberd, instantly knocking the Poison God into the air, like a cannonball, smashing into many palaces and disappearing in a stream of light.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden scene, and then showed fear. A magic weapon actually knocked the highly skilled Poison God into the air?
What the hell is this?
Meng Jing didn't know what was going on, and his expression was indifferent, but his heart was already shaken, and the Poison God, who had done so well, was knocked away with a single weapon!
Wan Wan's eyes trembled, his expression was unnatural, and he said: "This divine halberd is definitely comparable to the ancient sword of Zhu Xian!"

"Damn it!" The Poison God came flying from a distance in the form of a streamer. At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed. He felt the mocking eyes of many people around him. Suddenly, a disciple shouted.

"Look at the sky, there is something coming out of the cave of the underworld!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked up at the black hole in the sky, even Wan Jianyi and the others in the distance looked at the black hole in unison.

I saw a figure in armor spat out from the black hole, and then fell rapidly from a high altitude.

There are no heaven and earth visions.

Thousands of disciples of the Devil's Sect stared blankly at the falling figure, and they all had a question in their hearts, can the underworld still drop a human-shaped magic weapon?

The figure fell heavily on the ground, leaving a huge circular hole in the square, which shocked everyone in a radius of several miles.

The Poison God was also baffled, he didn't care about the halberd that went deep into the ground, and ran to the edge of the pit with an excited expression on his face, he wanted to see what it was?It's still humanoid.

Everyone walked quickly to the edge of the pit and stared at the man in armor. What surprised everyone was that the man was standing. Cracks and bloodstains, the bloodstains seem to have been left not long ago, as if they have just experienced an unprecedented war.

The man's eyes were closed tightly, and there was no vitality in his body, as if he was a dead person.

"Why can people descend from the abyss?" Someone wondered.

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, everyone dared not touch the man in the golden armor, for fear that the other party was a living thing.

Wan Wanqian and Meng Jing also stood on the edge of the pit and watched, Wan Wanqian locked his brows tightly, apparently he didn't know why a man descended from Mingyuan.

"I think this person may be an ancestor of the Holy Cult. Perhaps thousands of years ago, an ancestor walked into the abyss to explore the abyss."

"Are you stupid? Thousands of years ago? The body is still so intact?"

Everyone was talking.

"However, I think the armor on this person should not be ordinary, it may be a defensive treasure!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's greed was instantly aroused, and they all wanted to take off the man's armor.

Wan Jianyi and the others on the trees in the distance were also suspicious, because they couldn't see what was going on inside the pit because of their sight.

(End of this chapter)