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Chapter 220: The Emperor¡¯s Longitude Transforms the Wrong Soul

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    The innocent souls cry and the ghosts howl. They are telling the tragic fate of a ethnic group, a history of dark suffering, despair and pain. This dead world is filled with corpses and remains, forming an endless sea of ??corpses and blood.

    An ethnic group is blessed by heaven and earth and is blessed with immortality. God has the virtue of good life. Every ethnic group has its own meaning of existence.

    But the temptation of immortality is too great. It is precisely because of immortality that this group of creatures suffered the disaster of immortality and were kept in captivity like a big medicine. The world they live in is false, and their memories are written, like dreams, but illusions.

    The corpses here have all been harvested from the longevity fruit, squeezed to the extreme, and the remaining residue is thrown away like garbage.

    They died once and lost their medicinal significance, so they were piled up here. This is the place where the clan was exterminated, full of blood and hatred, and their souls linger for eternity.

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    This kind of behavior is very abominable!  Miao Jiu heard some stories told by the Great Sage, and her teeth itched with hatred. Once upon a time, there was a unified system in the heavens that turned the life planet in a lonely universe into a medicine garden, planted avenues, and transformed forbidden areas to trap living beings. This caused the anger of the heavens and the people.  , people and gods are angry.

    The ancient emperor was furious, and his imperial power was hot. He struck out with one finger, and the Tao earth shattered and floated. The stars in the sky exploded and turned into powder. The light of the ruined Taoism came to the world, turning that Taoism into a desperate place, washed with blood, and disappeared.

    "Things have passed. I'm just a cat. After seeing what you're going through, I can't advise you to just laugh away your grudges. It's really too tragic." Meow Jiu's voice trembled and she spoke in a low voice, fearing the enemy.  It¡¯s also because of this injustice. The hatred of a group of people is really too heavy.

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    "I hate the injustice of God, and I hate my own incompetence. My people, what should I do?" Miaojiu's ears moved. He heard a different sound, and there were living beings wondering.

    "Ha I don't know if I should do this? Will you forgive me?" This creature is a Suzaku, very sacred, but it is struggling, making a very difficult choice, and will cry along with it.  Feeling sad is the most helpless act in despair.

    "Who knows, we are not divine birds or human beings. We have immortality, but we cannot practice Taoism! Our tribe comes from the outside world, from a kind and compassionate past, and cannot coexist with the so-called "Tao" here."

    "We love peace and don't want disputes. We just want to live in seclusion and live a stable life, ignoring the noise from the outside world and not being disturbed. But! Our road is dark, and we can't find the other side even with all our efforts as a group.  !¡±

    "Is this our extravagant wish? Why are we here? Are we just the treasures they say?Hahaha, ridiculous! We just want a stable life! We just want to live freely, this  Isn't it even possible?" The Suzaku started to cry as he spoke. He spread his wings and flew high, burning himself. The divine fire overflowed and surged, destroying the world and burning. The mountains were burned into black coals, the sea was steamed, and the world  It is a sea of ??fire. It is like the sun bathed in divine fire, rising above the sacred mountain.

    "But what should you do? You can't escape." The Suzaku whispered, asking its people.

    "We just want to be freed from this hell, let this hatred burn for eternity and burn through the sky." The tribesmen were indifferent. They were very pious and sacrificed the power of faith.

    The accumulated faith and willpower of the ages is like the river of time. It rolls in and returns to Suzaku. He succeeded and became a great saint.

    He cried and wept sadly, cut off the connection between the divine bird and the villagers, cut off the immortality, and spit out a mouthful of holy blood. The villagers' divine birds all withered, and the sky and the earth were filled with blood, and then there was thunder and rain.  , the sky seems to be crying too.

    "Perhaps, this is the way back for our clan!" He compromised, looked at the false sky, and cursed loudly, "I fuck you, uncle! We don't need you to cry with false intentions!"

    Then, Miao Jiu saw a picture, it was a scene of jade and stone dying together, and there was no other way. This Suzaku, which had stepped into the great sacred world, killed all the clan members.

    There was a rain of blood in the sad world, the sacred mountain burned, and the vitality gradually dissipated. The corpses were scattered in the fire. Suzaku stood in the fire, his back looked lonely and lonely. He raised the butcher knife towards his people and became a giant.  The devil bears all the consequences alone.The land is vast, the sea and the sky are the same color, the dead heaven and earth are resurrected and regained their vitality.

    There are more and more villagers being purified, and the scope is getting wider and wider. Miao Jiu seems to have come into contact with the gate of all wonders, as if he is a great saint.

    That Suzaku became a great saint, comparable to Daoqing and Buddha, but he only had one obsession left, and his true body had long since died.

    Seeing familiar faces gradually appear, he was like a wronged boy who wanted to cry when he saw his family.

    Suzaku¡¯s figure gradually appeared among the villagers. He was accompanied by acquaintances, quietly waiting for the return of other tribesmen.

    Finally, after Miao Jiu finished reciting, the world changed drastically. The villagers and the divine birds all looked at him, their eyes full of gratitude.

    (This book was first published on Zongheng Chinese website) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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