The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 264: Gathering of Dao Qi

"You were deceived." In the end, Zhang Ye broke the silence and made a conclusion.

Conclusions are generally correct judgments. If they are not correct, they are not called conclusions.

When Zhang Ye first knew about the ascension plan, he felt that there was a problem, and guessed that the ascension plan was probably a trap, stirring up the trap of the entire cultivation continent.

The six reincarnations of the Buddhism may be true, but they will never open the door of ascension because of the assistance of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance.

Let’s not talk about why this world’s ascension gate is closed, and whether the heavenly Buddhism has the ability to open it. Essentially, the heavenly Buddhism is not necessary to help human monks.

Why do you say that? For example, if an ant finds you, he wants to discuss something with you, give you a piece of gold and ask you to help it with a favor that you would find difficult to do.

You will say yes at first. When you get the gold, what will you do to the ants? Slap to death? That's a silly, talking ant, of course it's worth selling.

The Ten Thousand Immortals League and the Buddhism in the heavens are like these talking ants and people. In short, the Ten Thousand Immortals League lost his wife and broke down.

The ancestors of the Wanxian League also vaguely feel that they have been fooled, but they don’t want to believe that, just like the Zulong test, some people live in dreams and don’t want to wake up. It's useless to kill him.

"Zhang Ye, you are talking nonsense!" Several ancestors roared hoarsely, and then they took a bit of hard work and flew into the sky.

Zhang Ye knows what this is for, summoning the heavenly man, he wanted to stop it, but it was too late. However, Zhang Ye was not afraid. He had the fangs of the ancestor dragon, and he wanted to see what the deity would explain.

Zhang Ye passed the order, so that the monks of the Ascended Platform should not act rashly and watch the changes.

Not long after, the shadow of a monk was inverted on the sky, and the monk that Su Jin defeated last time was the same person, but this time the monk’s popularity was a bit bad. There is no full recovery.

"Holy monk, the number of souls has been exceeded, dare to ask the door of ascension, why can't it be opened?" Several ancestors asked respectfully.

The monk reflected in the sky has a cold expression, and it took a long time before he said: "Oh."

Oh? Killing so many people, just one word?

The ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance were stunned, very unwilling, and asked again: "Holy monk, don't you, where is the gate of ascension?"

The monk Baoxiang solemnly said: "A lot of things have happened in the heaven recently, and many relationships need to be dredged to open the door of the heaven. Then, if you send one million souls to the deity, you will surely open the door of ascension! "

Millions to millions, killing millions of people, and one million more? Does it have to wait until there are no more people in the cultivation continent?

Most of the ancestors of the Wanxian League seemed to have lost their souls and were sluggish on the spot. There were a few grumpy ones who directly yelled: "Bald donkey, you have no words!"

The monk was still dignified and dignified the moment before. At this moment, his face is like an evil ghost: "Amitabha, it seems that you are not willing to be saved by my Buddha. In this case, the deity will send you a ride!"

The monk stretched out his hand and patted it, and the palm of his hand turned into a giant hand in the sky, covering all the monks present.

The people of the Wanxian League were full of grief and anger, but they were helpless. They sat on the ground in a decadent manner, and died. It was a relief for them, and they didn't need to bear infamy.

The monks of the Feishengtai camp are not reconciled anymore. Why should they be used as a cushion for the Wanxian League, but the palm of the monk covers the sky and the sun, and they cannot escape the range of this palm.

Heaven, do you really want to destroy the entire world of cultivation?

At this moment, Zhang Ye said Lang Lang: "My destiny in the realm of cultivation can never be handed over to others, and you will remember it."

The monks of the Wanxian League have fiery faces. All the consequences are caused by them, but some people are so angry that they cursed: "Zhang Ye, you have a chicken feather for preaching now, everyone has to finish it! "

Zhang Ye didn't pay attention to these people at all, looking at the Buddha's hand falling from the sky, he flipped his palm and added a golden dagger.

The golden dagger continued to grow under the pressure of the bergamot. Just like a stubborn little grass, regardless of wind and rain, stubborn stones oppress, one day, the little grass will break out of the stone.

The golden dagger eventually grew into three-zhang fangs. The Sihailong tribe recognized it first. It was both stunned and pleasantly surprised: "The fangs of the ancestor dragon can kill the gods!"

The monks were overwhelmed by the pressure of their palms, but they heard about the Ancestral Dragon’s Fang, one by one, they screamed up to the sky and stood up hard. The bones on their bodies creaked, but even if the bones were broken, they still To stand up.

Cultivation Continent, never admit defeat, man will conquer the sky!

The Dao character in Zhang Ye's hand suddenly burst out with a powerful power, Ancestral Dragon's Fang, carrying the vision of all the monks, soaring into the sky.

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I don't know how long it has been flying, and with a snorted sound, the Ancestral Dragon's Tooth penetrated the Buddha's hand as easily as a piece of paper, but the wound was so small and insignificant compared to the boundless Buddha's hand.

The monks look sad, can it be that people can't conquer the sky after all?

However, that tiny wound, like a ignited flame, spread rapidly, and the entire hand covering the sky was burned out in the blink of an eye.

The monks can once again see the monk reflected in the sky. The monk's expression is full of surprise. He looked at his **** palm and was a little surprised: "You guys, what did you do?"

Zhang Ye didn't answer, and stretched out his **** toward the sky. The other monks followed suit. Millions of middle fingers, carrying the ridicule of the entire cultivation continent, were conveyed to the monk of heaven.

"You guys, look for death!" The monk was enraged and was about to launch another attack, but at this time, the Ancestral Dragon's Fang had already flown to the sky, swishing through the monk's eyebrows.

The monk of the world that day, the eyebrows bleed, and with a tragic howl, he disappeared.

Heaven, Buddha Kingdom, in a splendid temple, there is a monk Zheng Baoxiang solemnly sitting on his seat. Suddenly, his eyebrows bleed and he fell to the ground without a grunt, and his energy was cut off.

The Fang of the Ancestral Dragon not only broke through the projection of the heavenly man, but also transmitted the power to the body of the heavenly man, and the spirits and souls were destroyed.

In the realm of comprehension, the heavens and humans disappeared, the sky was clear and the ancestral dragon's teeth shone with golden light, slowly falling into Zhang Ye's hands.

These three-zhang fangs are like an excessively long knife, but Zhang Ye looked so harmonious and majestic in his hand.

Zhang Ye turned the teeth of the ancestral dragon to the ancestors of the Wanxian League, and only said two words: "Are you acceptable?"

The monk of the Ascended Platform camp couldn't help anymore, shouting hoarsely, justice, finally ushered in his late victory.

In the past, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, dressed in the wolf skin of the Ascension Project, eradicated dissidents and harmed the common people. As a result, they not only lost to the Ascension Platform camp, but the facts also proved that they were wrong at the beginning.

They are sinners in the mainland of cultivation. Don't even want to raise their heads for the rest of their lives. As for the ancestors of the Wanxian League, they are the culprits. Even countless years later, they will be remembered by history and cast aside their graves.

Some ancestors knelt down and cried when their feet were soft, but some ancestors may have rotted from their bones and still straightened their waists: "Zhang Ye, I admit that we We are defeated, but we are to break the shackles of heaven and earth. Any sacrifice is worthwhile. If my sacrifice can be exchanged for the gate of ascension, I will say nothing, and I am willing to die!"

Hearing this, the monks yelled at them. It is not terrible to do something wrong, but the terrible thing is to constantly beautify their crimes. Such people are the most shameful.

Zhang Ye was silent for a moment, and said: "Any sacrifice is worth it? Then I asked you to sacrifice the Five Domain Dao Qi, why not?"

Zhang Ye's words hit the nail on the head and unveiled the coats of these ancestors that beautified themselves. What breaks the shackles of the world and what is for the people of the world are all excuses. Power and selfishness are the fundamental considerations of the four major factions!

Even from the very beginning, the four major factions believed that if they could lead them to open the door to the ascension, they would establish an unworldly merit and let their sect continue to be glorious for tens of thousands of years.

When the Feishengtai camp and the Wanxian League were evenly matched, they were unwilling to hand over the Wuyu Dao Qi to Zhang Ye. They were afraid that if they lost the Dao Qi, they would not be a super sect, and they were also afraid that Zhang Ye would succeed.

Generally speaking, their mentality is that they have a hard time for themselves and others can’t make it well. They make mistakes again and again, and they are in the current situation.

At this moment, even the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortal League are condemning and exposing their ancestors. Whether it’s a conscience discovery or a hurried separation of the relationship, the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortal League are like mice crossing the street. Shout and fight.

The first ancestor of Tiandao and Zhang Ye have an endless hatred. Even in this situation, he still refuses to bow his head and gritted his teeth and said: "Zhang Ye, yes, you are lucky, so we lost, but you really think Can you build an ascension platform and open the door to ascension?"

"Flying to the platform is also a scam. Zhang Ye deceived you to work for him in order to avenge his personal revenge. You, like us, are all losers, haha..."

The core of the establishment of the Ascended Platform is the Ascended Platform. If the Ascended Platform cannot be successfully built, or if it cannot assist the monks to ascend, Zhang Ye will certainly not be able to step down.

The first ancestor of the Heavenly Dao said so, it is nothing more than to stretch the back.

The monks know that Zhang Ye is not the kind of person mentioned by the first ancestor of Heaven~IndoMTL.com~ But they still look at Zhang Ye in confusion. After all, the heavens cannot open the door of ascension, and ascend to the platform, really can it's OK?

"Whether the ascending platform can be built successfully, and whether it can help the monks ascend, this is not what you should worry about." Zhang Ye didn't want to say anything to these stubborn ancestors, and ordered, "Take the Wanxian League All the ancestors, head-level figures, and others have gone down according to their crimes. All the culprits and war criminals will be killed and sacrificed to the heavens on the day the Ascension Platform is built!"

Although the Wanxian League surrendered here, it wouldn't be a thank you for not killing a few people!

The Feishengtai camp subdued the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortals League, sealed the cultivation base, and took the only Guangming Knife in their hands and handed it over to Zhang Ye. During this period, no one dared to resist, or it was useless to resist.

After all, Zhang Ye gathered the Five Domain Dao Qi, and he could build the ascending platform.

"Clean up the battlefield. Three days later, we will build an ascending platform here to comfort thousands of dead souls!" Zhang Ye's voice came out, that calm and self-confidence made everyone feel at ease, because Master Zhang, from Did not lose faith, never failed.

Even if the first ancestor of Tiandao was **** by the banned cultivation base, he still shouted: "Zhang Ye is a liar, the ascension platform is fake!"

I don't know what kind of person it was. He grabbed a stinky sock and stuffed it into the mouth of the first ancestor of Heaven. He never heard the noise again.

The monks cleaned the battlefield quietly, collected the corpses, registered their identities, burned them together, and buried them on the spot. Soon, the battlefield became clean.

But the blood-stained soil records this scene. It is impossible for thousands of years to return to normal colors.

Zhang Ye stood there, closed his eyes, and didn't move a step. I don't know if I was in silent mourning, or I was recharging my energy for the construction of the ascending platform, and no one disturbed me.

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