"Zhu Houzong wants to take refuge in a big religion in exchange for a temporary respite. I understand his feelings. I understand what it is to come to my longevity palace. I also understand that it is really hard to accept now."
"But I also have a way to save him, and you can pay for this information by coming to him."
Three too a face of doubt.
Sun En read a formula and Santai asked, "Is this the law?"
"This is the five-element illusion of Luoluo Burma’s hiding method, which belongs to the alchemist’s great virtuous teacher. After the failure of changing the world, the practice is only known to me in this world."
Chapter four hundred and fourteen A national strength
Ten thousand troops from the account office in Wang Ting in the east went out, but there was no return to the distant world. There was a continuous thunder, and the leaders of other tribes in Wang Ting in the east were nervous.
"How can there be a continuous thunder if the sweat occupies the wind and the sky?"
Buddhism is not good at making Lafafan monk tantric, especially if one’s own family has the advantage, it should be full of Buddha’s light and auspicious everywhere. Just now, there has been a golden lotus pageant, but it also lasted for a very short time and then disappeared
A sense of panic gradually pervaded the eastern imperial court, and some people immediately opposed the proposal to evacuate from here, and thought that the man was bold to steal profits while sweating.
Just when the two sides were arguing, a vast gale suddenly surged, blowing up the entire camp in eastern Wang Ting and uprooting Cangshan!
The earth shakes, the mountains fall and the earth cracks! The Taoist priest in black descended from the sky, and the first reaction of the tribal leaders when they saw the elephant was not anger, but a sudden change of face.
The sword is drawn out, but it is not waved at the Taoist priest in black, but it depresses the blade and tries to escape, but it can entangle them. The national luck is too weak, and the former yuan legacy has been exhausted by this generation.
Ji Xiang even looked at them and didn’t want to directly announce.
"Your sweat has been killed by me, and now your Buddhist has turned to ashes and can’t be resurrected, and that 10 thousand people have also been filled into the hell gate. Now I’m here to kill more evil."
"I want to take one of your three souls."
Ji Xiang’s tone didn’t fluctuate, but it made many leaders nervous and his face changed dramatically.
Taking the soul and controlling it is a word. These leaders already know what evil things the black Taoist priest is going to do.
This method has existed since ancient times, and it is not unique to any sect. If it is said that manipulating the soul is an ancient witchcraft shamanism, it is more than that of the three religions.
Moreover, taking one soul from three souls will not affect people’s normal actions, and the soul of heaven and earth often has only the soul of life alone.
"Take your soul and break your cause and effect"
If the soul is taken away, then people’s causal induction will be cut off, and then their fate will control the source of his cause in the hands of the person who holds the soul, and they will become the established fruit, that is, "life can’t help themselves."
The leaders looked at each other.
Ji Xiang put up three fingers
"Three …"
Going!
The word hasn’t been said yet, and someone has thrown combat knives and prostrated himself and turned pale and frightened.
No, they’re not afraid
Just now, Ji Xiang has to make the earth shake and the earth shatter. Just shock these people and go to unnecessary trouble. If you are not afraid of such a shock, then kill them directly.
People who don’t know the fear of things will become a disaster in the future. Now is not the time to raise tigers, and there is no need to raise them any more.
"Long is to liaodong company commanders for justice? It’s no honor to run over and kill the Taoist priest instead of winning the battle. "
Bang!
Ji spoke like a snap of his fingers, and the leader was blown to a bloody fog on the spot!
"Do you have anything to say without your speech?"
His leader hurriedly lowered his head and was stiff with fear. Cold sweat soaked his clothes and dripped from his forehead. Their hearts were in their throats and their mental state was on the verge of collapse.
Death in the war is not terrible. Although it is not the pre-Yuan period, the combat effectiveness of eastern Wang Ting is not too low. The combat effectiveness of frequent looting and training is guaranteed compared with that of the army.
But being run over like a worm is an understatement and humiliation. At this time, they feel "slaughtered" for the first time.
Ji Xiang saw a circle of "where is the leader of the fried flower tribe’ fried flower’"
One of the leaders hurried out and shouted out
"I’m Chao Hua, the leader of Uzziyet’s department."
"Uqi Yete Department …"
Ji Yi didn’t react for about two breaths before Ji Xiang remembered the name of this tribe.
The tone changed.
"Uqi Yete … turned out to be the former Yan Sanwei!"
Stir-fried flowers’ face changed dramatically and turned pale in an instant, which was more than what he was about to say.
There is a leader who has the courage to bow his head at this time.
"The invasion of Liaodong was all caused by the flower speculation department. We didn’t take part in this looting!"