Chapter 1001
Blood sea, turn up the giant waves!
The blood rushing out of the six large tanks of the Di Palace is like opening a bite of endless blood, drowning the world.
This is only a dozen squares of square palaces, including the heavens and the earth, endless, endless.
It is almost crazy about being stolen and turning into paper people.
The road he cultivates is the very scarce smoke repair of the heavens and everything. It is a partial branch of Xiangxiu.
Little Mars has a heerings, and some of them have golden gas. As the smoke countless stalks fall, they are killed.
Others are like the ancient cold, and the place to go is frozen everything.
All kinds of tunnels are hidden, and as he spit out the smoke, it turned into countless disaster calamities and imprinted on the paper man.
But a paper man, a thin piece of paper, has fallen into countless flesh and blood, countless corpses, accumulated corpses like mountains, blood flowing into the sea ...
That paper man was not destroyed, but countless corpses have been split, making this world more and more realistic.
The pupils of Tongshen were slightly shrinking, and countless paper money flew up, fell, burned in mid -air, and established a mysterious connection with the countless corpses.
Just for a moment, Tongshen's old way felt that his rays of real connection were stolen by that mysterious connection.
"Enough! Bitter farming, have you noticed it yet? The one in you just now is an illusion, and now your real is being stolen!"
A copper coin of Tongshen was in the bitter farming hand. The endless anger, the ignorance was ‘buy away’ by the copper coin, so that the hard -working mind was cleared.
At this time, he realized that his supernatural spell has become the brand of countless corpses.
General Jiuyou next to him was frightened and shivered, and murmured in his mouth: "No, these are not true ..."
Fan Cun looked at the old man who had turned into countless people, turned into an old man, from an ignorant baby, but to the children who had a total corner, the old woman in the village, and the delicate woman.
Every corpse falling from the paper man has a face, and the paper man is densely written with names and stories.
General Jiuyou and the Tuzi he brought in front of this corpse and blood, could not move at all!
And their reincarnation seems to be part of the ‘history’ carved by those bones.
Fan Cun murmured: "What period of history is buried here?"
General Jiuyou did not even have the strength to raise his hand, and almost kneeling on the ground. He was full of fear: "Ghost grave, ghost grave ... ghosts in the grave, how can we face?"
Tongshen Lao Dao's answer: "I know what secret history is buried in the three big ghost graves!"
"That is the most terrible horror in the dynasty of this world. It represents the three history that represents the invasion and massacre of the foreign nations.
"The three major ghost graves are buried not only the three small characters left in the three positive calendars, but also three dynasties and thousands of unknown people behind it!"
"Can't kill this thing!"
"The more the history is, the more real! Because the essence of that secret history is disaster and slaughter!"
Seeing those more and more real bones, seeing increasingly clearer disasters in the blood of the blood, Rao is that Tongshen Old Tao is already a few figures in the magic road, and he has to secretly fight.
Their killing of their killings is to help the secret history of this grave seal increasingly realistic.
In addition, with the true level of their reincarnation, once the secret history of the grave is completely refined, I am afraid that this history can be brought back to the present!
Tongshen Lao Dao already knows why those dynasties have built these ghost graves ...
Out of the needs of rule, they must be wiped out of their atrocities, slaughtering, and wiking from history, but the history of erase is a hidden history. Once they become a secret history, this history is alive, which is constantly changing.
They are afraid that their atrocities will be known, but they don't want the results of their atrocities to be annihilated.
Therefore, they must be the result of ‘Zheng History’, and the ‘secret history’ buried atrocities.
Utilize the history, suppress the secret history ...
The three major ghost graves came from this.
The owners of the ghost grave are all ranked in the right history, and even in the key of the historical key.
The power of the positive history above their corpses, but those who are really buried in it are unscrupulous in the history. They have really existed, but now they cannot prove the bones!
His hard work has stopped, but he has become a paperman and has become a part of the secret history.
He raised his head, like a paper tie, and his stiff face looked at everyone. Her hoarse sound was like a broken paper, and it came out of his throat: "Why? Why don't you do it?"
The endless corpse, countless paper people stood up little by little, walking towards them.
The hard work stared at them and murmured: "I ... I also became part of this history. Hahaha, what do I do have become history?
No existence? "
The cold sweat behind Fan Cun was already full, and the impression of hardships in his memory was rapidly declining.
He can't remember his appearance now, and even what he has done is blurred.
Fan Cun is even more doubtful. I am afraid that the entire heavens and the realm of reincarnation are disappearing about the hardships of bitter cultivation!
As a cycle, the existence of all the existence, real, weight, and the trace of the cause and effect of many reincarnation worlds, and even the Lord of the Relationship Reincarnation, I am afraid that they have become 'hidden', and they are replaced by this world, of which
The truth is completely melted.
"Among them, there are even the imprint of the reincarnation master! Will this connection be refined?"
"No, this world is also part of the reincarnation place. The connection with the Lord of Reincarnation has not been refined, but has been transferred! The transfer of transfer to the Lord of this world and reincarnation is the Lord of Reincarnation.
Come to refine this world? "
Fan Cun's heart trembled.
Watching the countless paper people walked towards them, Fan Cun looked at the crowd behind him, whispered: "What should I do?"
"All killing, violence can not do it, otherwise we will be refined by this secret history."
"Then don't it mean that we can't do anything?" Yang Qin burst into his mouth: "It is a grandma! Even if we do nothing, we see, we know, we are affected, and we will still be slowly practiced by the secret history
It becomes a part of it. What is it done now?
General Jiuyou watched the corpse mountain blood, feared: "There are only two ways now!"
Everyone's eyes lighted: "Is there a way? Or two?"
"First, secretly succumb to a higher hidden secret. As long as we go deeper into the secret history and go to the place where the time is more 'before', its influence will naturally disappear."
Everyone was stunned. Someone yelled: "What is this method? Use poison to attack and poison?"
"There are two ghost graves next door. The time is early, and it is one after the other, representing two slaughter ..." General Jiuyou Muran said.
Tongshen Lao Dao nodded slightly: "This is not necessarily a way, but the more the cure is not cured, the farther it goes, the more dangerous it is.
"Another method is what those who repair this tomb do ..." General Jiuyou looked back at the copper puppet around him.
Tongshen Lao Tao is instantly clear: "Use the secret history of the main history!"
"For today ..." General Jiuyou prayed silently in front of the bronzes: "Only open the coffin!"
"Wait?" Yang Qin reached out and said: "Don't you think it's wrong? Those paper people can survive at first, not the tomb owner who was buried here.
Let me wait to fall into a desperate situation. The only way to live is opening the coffin, which is clearly a calculation! "
Tong Shen Lao Tao helplessly sighed: "Do we have to choose?"
Yang Qin was silent, and looked back at the copper puppets that stopped on the green stone and enjoyed the table. The copper coffin was heavy and thick, just like the one person was buried in the coffin alive. The pattern of the copper coffin was entangled together.
Deep big trees, how do you think, it is ominous.
"It's easy to open the coffin, but after opening the coffin, how can the things inside deal with it? Or think about it first!"
Yang Qin only left this sentence and let him open.
General Jiuyou stared at the bronzes and sighed: "Tuzi walks between the two realms of yin and yang, coming to the past and present, with the contract and rules of the living and the deceased.
So! Do some worship rituals and see if the owner of the tomb can leave us. "
"I think about it, if the owner of this tomb is really the eunuch Cheng, he can only use the sacrifice of the sun or the worship of the disabled, or let's make up for him, or we will follow what we have removed.
In order to meet the conditions of the transaction, let us leave safely. "
As soon as the words fell, all men here couldn't help but clamo their legs.
Yang Qin swallowed his swallow, tremoring: "Let's talk about Nongtian Xiuyang Festival!"
General Jiuyou's dissatisfaction: "If it is so easy to make up the sun festival, you think I will say the next? Everyone is a man, if you have a choice, no one wants!"
He took out a rusty knife and sighed: "Since I know that we are coming to this official grave, I am ready!"
"Then, this is what I have invited from the palace in the palace. The scraping knife that has been inherited in the palace for hundreds of years. I don’t know how many men have been under the knife. Even the father -in -law buried here may not be.
It is not the root of this knife. "General Jiuyou watched the countless paper people who gradually came, and handed the knife:" You are a guest, there is not much time! You come first ... "
Yang Qin looked at the little knife, the buttocks were clipped and the tableto was generally squeezed out of the teeth: "Make up the sky to repair the sun festival!" Say! "
General Jiuyou's noodles are ashamed: "No matter how much the heavenly festival, the father -in -law should be found! Generally, the father -in -law enters the soil. In order to list the ancestors, you will be buried.
That baby has the basis for showing the festival to make up the sun festival. But the father -in -law died in the disaster and hurriedly buried.
Yang Qin also follows the face as dead ash: "In this case, why should you mention that to make up the sun festival?"
General Jiuyou sighed with his head up: "This method is not achieved, but also God's will, not my ancestor inheritance ..."
Between speaking, the scraping knife in his hand had been gently removed.
General Jiuyou's eyes widened, and he had to look back to see who was so courageous, but saw that Tongshen Lao Tao gave them a white glance, dropped the knife, and took out a piece of paper money from his arms.
Fan Cun seemed to think of something, the dull eyes suddenly brightened.
"Poor Dao Dao's method, tied to a money word, all ritual contracts, all the rules of the world, is not greater than one money." Tongshen Lao Dao sighed slightly, and the "Tiekou Zhi Zhi" chess puppet in his hand has changed.
It became the four characters of 'Qian Ke Tong God'.
"That's why, money can be God!"
The paper money in my hand was thrown out, and it was boiled.
Paper money is also a manifestation of paper humanity. The real paper money is either burned by the family members and uses a little connection with blood veins.
For the money, there are soothing ghosts, communicating with life and death.
And the paper money in the hands of Tongshen's old way is the manifestation of his "Tong Shen Avenue", and only the merit of his reincarnation place, moralization into paper money reveals.
By borrowing the ‘money’ in the reincarnation of the sky, you can pass all the ghosts and gods.
Leves Tongshen Avenue and drives ghosts and gods like a reincarnation order!
Such a piece of paper money is sprinkled down, it is three thousand merits.
Rao is the bottom of the home of Tongshen's old Taoism, and he can't help but have a trace of heartache. You must know that he has destroyed the door of Lou Guan Dao, but it is only 600 morals. He also made a stroke from Miaokong.
One percent of the building!
"After collecting my money, you have to do things for me!"
Tongshen Lao Dao took the trace of "fate 'brought by the paper money as a pardon order, and imprinted on your arms. As long as this order is issued, you can leverage the rule to drive the ghosts and gods.
The rules that violate the moment of the gods are also the ghosts and gods of the heavens.
This is second only to Daomen to drive ghosts and gods, and inherits the prestige of the three Taoist ancestors!
Tong Shen's old Tao's heart rose sharply, and his hands were like a sword, pointing towards the copper cricket: "Open the coffin!"
General Jiuyou and the natives on the left and right sides looked at each other, holding the golden chickens and black dogs, raised them, facing the coffin, and a few cooked hands began to turn on the noon lock on the bronzes.
The copper puppets cast by the town of the town are extremely heavy. The two big trees cast by the two trees cast on it are strange.
Originally, Tongshen thought that this was borrowing the Buddha's door to dry the bodhi tree to suppress the inside, but if you look closely, it seems that it is not the case at all ...
With a click, the lock core was crispy, and the noon lock that implied the road of Qimen Jiajia was opened by General Jiuyou.
In shape, General Jiuyou's face was white.
Several reincarnators did not expect that there was actually a red -hanging color, it was not like a coffin of a bite, but like ...
"This is a sip of a sedan!" Yang Qin said.
The shape of the wooden coffin is indeed like a sedan, which is slightly shorter in the copper cymbal. The four long wooden sticks that are convenient for carried to carry the four corners of the copper pupa.
There are also four eunuchs who have been cast into bronze statues, placed in the four corners, like a sedan.
Two Gong'e, who blends into the silver alive, kneels in front of the coffin, like a maid with a sedan.
Yang Qin, who came back to God, grabbed the neckline of General Jiuyou, and dragged him alive ...
Just look at the coffin, you know that this copper 椁 cannot be buried in Wang Chengen anyway!
General Jiuyou shouted guiltyly: "It's all called you not to worry! You see ... anxious ..."
"Are you special!" Yang Qin had raised his fist.
At this moment, a wooden coffin, or a squeak in the flower sedan, like the sound of the wood friction shaking up and down when the sedan was lifted.
The countless puppets on the flower sedan shaking, and the layer of the layer was embroidered with auspicious patterns.
The red cloth moved slightly to see that those gods and Buddhas of the gods and Buddhas were all taught on the snowy mountains. On the cloth curtains, it is a god Buddha and countless Thangka. The festive red cloth is solemn.
Just nine Buddhas sitting in the lotus ...
The sculpture of the golden sculpture, including Gong'e waiter, dragon and phoenix picture, fairy boy, is all auspicious morals, but at this moment, they all looked weird and horrible.
The golden and phoenixes of the golden carved carved, carp fairy cranes, lily Ruyi, peony magpie, all with a silent sadness, look closely at the eyes of their carved eyes, all look at the ground.
At the top of the sedan seedlings, the pavilion is heavy, and the gorgeous grave is incompatible with this gloomy grave.
It is like a phoenix, but the strange wooden coffin, which is integrated with the coffin, is a kind of silent horror in this ritual wedding.
No one dared to move by General Jiuyou brought by General Jiuyou. After dug such a long grave, he digs so many tombs, and there is no such strange that he can catch up.
"Ming ... Wedding?"
Someone trembled.
General Jiuyou glanced at him and scolded: "Wedding marriage is the rural people who do not understand rituals and laws. This is not enough to bury the old ghost grave of the old dynasty. Wedding here! "
"Open!" Tong Shen said to the shaking cloth veil.
General Jiuyou's eyes subconsciously looked at the golden hook with a curtain in the middle of the cricket, and the face was difficult, and the old way of seeking the heavy red set of curtains was lifted layer by layer. Waving, Huang Bai's paper money was thrown into the air, and it turned into red paper.
On the small arm, the pardon was deeply embedded in the meat, as if someone continued to open the flesh with a knife and branded into the golden thread.
A complex rune is gradually formed.
But the old arm of Tongshen is getting heavier, as if it is a boulder, I can't mention it at all.
"The things inside are not ghosts!"
Chapter completed!