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Chapter 1843 The sword that has been waited for six thousand years!
The divine light of the heavens has descended.

Descending from the sky, landing on this golden desert, Dao Court's gaze has fallen on this place of sacrifice.

At the center of the altar is the founding monarch of the Great Tu Dynasty, King Tu.

With King Tu as the center, civil and military officials, famous kings and important ministers were all lined up, and below them were generals of various ranks, various civil officials, and even the last lieutenants, battalion officers, and even sergeants and platoon leaders, all kneeling here. Hundreds of millions of elite soldiers and generals who founded the country were all here.

No one is an exception.

Whether they surrendered to King Zheng or followed King Tu from beginning to end, they all had the same ending, without the slightest difference.

"Ha ha!"

"Hahaha……"

Tu Sanyi was suppressed by an unknown force and could not move at all. Suicide was a luxury for him.

He glanced around, especially at the many civil officials and generals who had betrayed him, and suddenly laughed wildly: "You useless people, traitors, I thought you could get some benefits by betraying me."

"No, exactly the same."

“Exactly the same, exactly the same…hahahahaha…hahahaha…”

Tu Sanyi laughed crazily.

The laughter shook the whole area and instantly awakened many princes and nobles with pious faces. They looked around and saw themselves kneeling on the ground, unable to move as if they were tied up, and they couldn't help but be horrified.

"Mountain God!"

"You clearly said that this general could be pardoned and become rich!"

A second-rank general roared.

"The true identity is a devout believer!"

"I am a devout believer. You cannot kill me. The Emperor will be angry..."

The highly respected Prime Minister roared.

"God loves the world, so why would he send us here? What's wrong with that? No, this is impossible..."

More soldiers were awakened with horror, unable to believe it.

Compared with the many beasts in human form in the court, they truly believed in God. Between the king and God, they chose God without hesitation. They believed that God could bring happiness and joy to all living beings, and that the soul would have a good destination after death and be reborn into a higher family in the next life.

"Emperor!"

"Have you been deceived?"

"There is an evil god that harms the world..."

Many soldiers who had awakened shouted loudly.

They made this solemn and sacred altar as noisy as a chicken farm. These noises even caused many devout souls to begin to show subtle signs of deterioration and a decline in quality.

This change did not cause any surprise to the surrounding gods.

The eagle-winged woman and many other gods were experienced gods. The moment this situation occurred, they cast rays of sacred light, which fell on the heads of many soldiers, famous ministers and generals, making their ferocious and roaring faces become pious and peaceful again.

Finally, the noise disappeared and the altar became quiet again.

Only King Tu's curses and laughter were left echoing.

He is special. He can laugh, scold, and remain in the most lively state. No gods will do anything to him, so he can vent his emotions without restraint.

"Hahaha……"

"Ha ha--"

Tu Sanyi's laughter and scolding gradually became boring, and finally stopped by himself.

He looked up at the most sacred place, the three-headed black snake surrounded by many gods, and cursed: "Lowly gods, one day the strong men of the Endless Star Human Race will surely come here to destroy your Dao Court and slaughter all of you gods. They will slaughter all the gods of the Xingtian Dao Court like killing chickens, and you will never be reborn..."

No one ever cares about the noise of chickens and ducks.

The gods of the Xingtian Taoist Court held various ceremonies in an orderly manner, communicating with heaven, communicating with the emperor, and praying devoutly.

Gradually, holy thunders descended from the sky.

It was like a thunder prison, and also like pillars of thunder connecting to the heaven. The crackling sound of thunder obliterated the space and rules, turning this place into a sacred place of thunder. The terrifying pressure of thunder descended, suppressing everything.

"The sky is high and the Jade Palace is pure and empty. The vast purple sky shines down and covers the whole world. The magnificent Emperor Hao controls the world. I am deeply terrified and bow my head, respectfully burning true incense.

All the true gods in heaven and all the saints in the ten directions:
I am deeply concerned about the ignorance of the common people and the difficulties in this world.

Epidemics are frequent, and the people suffer from diseases;
Drought and locusts are everywhere, and the crops are in ruins..."

The Son of God Xingtian recited the scriptures for offering sacrifices to heaven in a solemn and dignified tone.

As he chanted, gods walked into the altar one by one, holding jade knives, and came in front of the soldiers of the Datu Dynasty. They cut the soldiers' throats and let them fall to the ground. Large streams of blood gushed out of their throats and flowed on the ground, forming mysterious blood-colored lightning runes.

This piece of heaven and earth began to be covered by sacred blood thunder runes.

What is frightening is that even though these soldiers had their throats cut, their faces were full of piety and happiness. They did not feel any pain, even when they fell to the ground.

As the sacrifice progressed step by step, the luck of humanity continued to gather, gathering on Tu Sanyi's flesh and blood.

Hundreds of millions of soldiers of the Datu Dynasty died during the sacrifice, from privates to sergeants, squad leaders, and many famous ministers and generals, no one was left out, their blood flowed into a lake, and the destiny of humanity was drawn here and continued to gather.

Death, constant death!

Hundreds of millions of human beings are dying like pigs and dogs!

Jiang Ding watched coldly, the murderous intent in his heart accumulated bit by bit, but he never planned to kill them right now, and the rationality in his heart never collapsed.

He couldn't save these human beings.

Even the Immortal Sect cannot save these people.

Without supreme combat power, everything is illusory. All irrationality can only destroy oneself and others. Impulsiveness cannot solve any problem.

"Everyone,"

"All of you who are equal to me in personality and dignity, go in peace."

Jiang Ding whispered: "Except for the citizens of Xianmen, no one can make me lose my mind and make a wrong judgment. Your hatred will definitely be washed away at the cost of all the gods in the entire Xingtian Dao Court in the future. Extinction is the greatest respect for this Shinto force."

Important officials of the Datu Dynasty died one after another.

Finally, the Son of God Xingtian came to Tu Sanyi, lifted his chin with his slender fingers, looked at the resentment in his eyes, and said lightly: "Human King, the crystallization of destiny."

boom!
Tu Sanyi, with eyes full of resentment, exploded into a ball of blood mist.

Only his head was left. A misty jade bead emerged from his brain and fell into the hands of Xing Tian Daozi.

In this jade bead, countless clouds and mists gathered, and the scenes of countless sages of the human race working hard to build the country emerged one after another.

This is the destiny of humanity.

One of the foundations of the Endless Starry Sky Overlord Race.

Now, after being extracted by the Xingtian Dao Court, it will become a treasure of heaven and earth. The existence of the ninth-grade top-grade product can also weaken the variables of the luck of the human race under its rule. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"After finishing the business here, we should return to the Dao Court."

The Son of God Xing Tian felt inexplicably disappointed: "I thought -"

puff!
A pair of white jade hands emerged from the Human Qi Fate Bead and were imprinted on the chest of the Son of Heaven Xing. A monk with red lips and white teeth appeared on the white jade hands and smiled, "What do you think, benefactor?"

"Bald donkey!"

"You dare!"

The Son of God Xingtian felt a sharp pain in his chest and became furious.

But before he could utter a single curse, he revealed an expression of extreme fear.

This fear seemed to be contagious and was instantly transmitted to the smiling face of the future Buddhist disciple, causing this compassionate monk to show fear and disbelief on his face.

Everything,
All because of a sword that has been waiting for six thousand years.

This sword of stars that had been waiting for six thousand years passed through the chest of the Son of God Xingtian without any stagnation, and once again pierced through the chest of the future son of Buddha.

One sword pierced through the two sons of God and Buddha.

This still picture seems eternal.

(End of this chapter)