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Text Chapter 203 I hold the blue sky with my hand (5)

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    Chen Guanshui suddenly remembered a very interesting thing, which could be used in front of him.  Chen Guanshui took the white jade wine glass handed by a woman in red next to him, played with it casually, and then said to Yuan Xuzi: "Grandmaster, have you ever heard of the name 'Feng Shen Bang'?" "Oh?" The other side also heard this.  Everyone who said this was still confused, but Yuan Xuzi had already figured out Chen Guanshui's purpose.  Now that he had figured it out, Yuan Xuzi had to pat his hands and say hello to Chen Guanshui for his intelligence.  Sure enough, Chen Guanshui continued to explain: "Once the Third Dao Ancestor united with the Tao, the demon clan was revitalized. However, the Great Immortal favored the human race, and the Taoist Master also fed on the Demon King. Because of the fate of the demon clan, the Star Master, together with the Great Immortal and Taoist  They made an agreement to have a game on Tianzhu Peak on Dongfang Qinglu Continent, using the eighty Nascent Soul Lords under their command as chess pieces and the billions of creatures within a radius of 100,000 miles from Tianzhu Peak as chess pieces, and a game called '  The acquired holy treasure of the "Fengshen List" lasted for three hundred years. The three Taoist ancestors stood aside and let the chess pieces struggle on the chessboard. In the end, the ranking was determined by the number of people on the list. "After drinking a glass of wine, the world only respected the Great Immortal, and the surname was still there."  There are thirty-five families in existence, and the eighty-year-old Nascent Soul selected is also a generation of geniuses. There are many wizards from the magic sect under the Taoist command, and they are fierce and fierce. However, after three hundred years of fighting, it was Master Fu Xing in the end.  He won. All the eighty demon souls he sent died in the battle, and the twenty-odd demon kings selected from that area also died in a bloody battle. In the end, half of the people on the list of gods were star masters.  "My subordinate." Another glass of wine, "It was only after this competition that the Great Immortal let go of the trap and allowed Moganshan's An family to rejoin the family. The Taoist Master also restrained himself and only ate one monster every day.  King. Only the demon clan in the world can survive in this world of cultivation." After telling the story, it's time to get to the point: "Guan Shui is not talented. As the head of Baiyun Temple, he has the responsibility to select talents for the sect.  There are seven middle sects, seventeen casual cultivators, and two hidden souls on the ground. Those mortals and ordinary cultivator families are just like the deserters and cave dwellers in this Bodhisattva city.  Those disciples from sects and high-level cultivating families are more interested in their own family bloodlines than they are willing to be loyal to our Baiyun Temple.  "There are always some mines in the Lingshan Mountain, some caves in the secret palace, and there are always some sect-specific rules." "Grandmaster Lin was born in a demon sect, Patriarch Zhou is a demon king, and Grandmaster, you act close to the Confucian sect, so.  Which of the three ancestors should the sect's rules be obeyed? Guan Shui believes that instead of fighting in the future, it is better to set the rules today and set a list of gods for a period of one thousand years, and use the heroes of the three ancestors to fight.  It¡¯s a showdown. I wonder what the Patriarch thinks?¡± Chen Guanshui said very calmly, and the people in the Bodhisattva City who were kneeling next to him were also enthusiastic.  But only Yuan Xuzi heard the subtlety in Chen Guanshui's words.  Now the original cultivation forces under the jurisdiction of Baiyun Temple have been twisted into a rope, and they are focused on guarding against the actions of the three real souls of Baiyun Temple.  But now Chen Guanshui's suggestion can easily shake their alliance.  The confrontation between the three Yuanshen forced them to disperse and choose one of the Yuanshen Patriarchs as their refuge.  Those who are hesitant, those who stay in the middle thinking they can remain neutral, those who sit on the fence and want to please all parties will definitely be targeted for clearing the battlefield in the early stage of the three-party war, and their heads will be cut off and replaced with merit.  And as long as war breaks out, the killing and hatred that will spread will make the current alliance a joke.  Those Nascent Soul Lords who are now colluding together have to deal with the pressure of the Yuanshen True Lords whom they have taken refuge in, as well as the unusual movements of the Jindan True Lords under them.  After all, the outcome of the Conferred Gods List depends on the number of dead people, not the number of people killed.  Therefore, he must kill and die, so that the real Yuanshen behind him can win the final victory, and also so that he and his bloodline family can receive preferential treatment from the sect.  Who can say for sure whether the monk who deliberately did not contribute and made the battle embarrassing will cause the real Yuanshen to take action and wash away his blood.  But if you really die, what's the point of taking refuge? After all, no matter how good the opportunity is, you have to keep it to yourself.  And if he is unwilling to die, how can he let the Yuanshen Patriarch rest assured to support him.  Yuan Xuzi clapped his hands and exclaimed. He really admired Chen Guanshui's sinister intentions.  The majestic right path and the direct conspiracy are the most sinister intentions in the world.  The opponent's response is to lose, but it is also a loss. The original indigenous monks will always have to fight in a bloody battle, consuming at least half of their blood, completely bowing at the feet of the three of them, and trap all the traps laid in front.  , all strictness and all rules are completely broken, and then it is complete.  At that time, the blue sky will be bright for the common people and low-level monks, and it will be a good day for them to breathe freely before new clouds gather.  Only then can?It's a little bit more equal.  But it is the desolation after the blood, the prosperity at the end of the war, and the rainforest on the ruins.  ¡ª¡ª  Seven hundred thousand people were used as the first chess piece, the hundreds of monks kneeling in front were used as the first sword, and Liang Buhuo over there was used as the "great sage teacher" she chose.  The "Yellow Turban of Taiping", the relic of Taiping Road, is truly generous and glorious when it is in the hands of Master Yuanshen.  Yuan Xuzi just pointed a finger on the Taiping Yellow Scarf and re-sacrifice the magic weapon that had just had its primordial spirit removed and its roots cut off.  This time, Yuan Xuzi slowly slid his fingers on the yellow scarf and wrote eight large characters with iron paintings and silver hooks: "Heaven is dead, Huang Tian is here to stand."  He even used his great magic power to solidify these eight characters into a talisman seed, which was driven into Liang Buhuo's Taoist foundation.  Raising his hands again, the square yellow scarf turned into a big flag floating in the air.  Thousands of talisman and seal seeds are like flowing fireflies. With the support of the magic power of the real person Yuanshen, they fly all over the sky and fall into the earth, dyeing the hearts of mortals.  By the time Liang Buyuo stood up and raised the yellow turban flag, he had gathered the hearts of the 3.7 million mortals in Bodhisattva City. The huge crowd stood on the ground, driven by the inexplicable stirring deep in their hearts, looking at the distant roots.  The invisible city of Buddha.  When Liang Buhuo waved the yellow scarf flag and covered the Bodhisattva City, he won the hearts of the monks and allowed the momentum to climb straight up.  The monk who was just like a family dog ??a moment ago became generous and passionate in an instant; the monk who was trying his best to protect the family just now became a righteous man who destroyed the family and obeyed the king in an instant; the world was as cruel as the nine-story blood-stained tower just now,  In the blink of an eye, it has become a military camp that treats everyone equally; just now the cave dwellers who were thirteen tribes fighting a bloody battle, the scouts who were struggling in nightmares just now, Hina Ji who is still sleeping in nightmares, and the deserters who are still on the verge of death, are actually all here.  He let go of the hatred engraved in his bones and accepted those monks as his military commanders as a matter of course.  Chen Guanshui drank warm wine, hugged the cat mushroom that had just been released, and looked coldly at the completely changed world in front of him.  With a real Yuanshen as a backer, all the characters in the vast territory were conquered in an instant, and all the characters were branded with a mark on their foreheads in an instant, replacing the original fourteen  kind.  Even the monks of the Sun God Sect and Chunyu Fashi of the Faxiang Sect are no exception.  There is a real Yuanshen who instantly divides millions of people into hundreds of precise parts, just waiting to be gathered together to form a powerful army.  With a True Yuanshen, all the hidden, buried, expelled, and imprisoned talents can be unearthed, and all the value of each person can be squeezed out.  There is a real Yuanshen who can make hundreds of thousands of sophisticated weapons, millions of military postures, and tens of millions of military rations in an instant.  With a true soul, the world really becomes a chess game.  Yellow cloth flags were erected all over the mountains and fields, and the whole land was densely covered with rushes. The flow of people extending out like exploding balls of light desperately gathered towards the Bodhisattva City. The yellow scarf flag swallowed up the sea of ??soldiers hiding in the void world.  Capital, like a sea of ??people.
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