The Clay Bodhisattva began to refine the flesh and blood in everyone's hands.
He had previously refined the flesh and blood of Zhao Wujiang that he had obtained. Now that he was familiar with the process, he quickly refined all the flesh and blood.
These fateful flesh and blood, in addition to his own part, are also part of the Gu God and the Wolf God.
He actually didn't want to give it, but he had invited the Wolf God and Gu God to help him before when he wanted to use Poison Timing. Now if he wanted to take it all for himself, he was afraid that the Wolf God and Gu God would fight him desperately, and he would be in danger.
However, he was still relatively satisfied in his heart. After all, when the ghosts and gods died, less luck would be distributed, and he would have a lot more left in his hands.
The cracks in the sky were getting bigger and bigger, and the dark wind began to howl around.
The world has finally come to an end of complete destruction.
Flash floods, tsunamis, and scenes of the sky collapsing and the earth falling did not appear. Instead, the world became much quieter than before.
Just like an old man who is dying, he has struggled all his life and is rarely quiet when he is about to die.
An hour later, above the sky, all the gray-purple and purple-grey colors merged into one, hazy, as if there was light outside the sky, and it seemed as if the light was being swallowed up.
Immediately afterwards, the sky curtain reflected the appearance of the entire world.
The mountains and rivers are all dilapidated, blood-red and black, and there are hundreds of millions of corpses lying here and there on the world map.
The rain in the whole world is getting heavier and heavier, as if it is the last rain before departure.
Heavy rain followed by thunder.
Mu Qianqian's embroidered shoes stepped on the ruins. She looked at the puddle not far from her feet. The sky was reflected in the puddle, and the whole world was reflected in the sky.
She squatted down, sat down, and stepped on the puddle. Mud water splashed everywhere, and the sky world in the puddle shook, just like the secret world that began to shake at this moment.
She couldn't help but giggle. She was not as fierce and brave as during the battle, but more innocent. She tilted her little head, looked at the sky, and then took out Zhao Wujiang's skull and looked at it.
The common people's clothes were soaked and they were shivering in the wind and rain. Some of them were at a loss, some had complicated expressions, some looked sad, and some were full of hope.
Are they leaving this familiar home?
All of this is like a dream, so unreal.
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Ren Zong.
As the world began to shake slightly.
The fortune teller Zhang Lindao distributed a talisman to everyone.
Those who hold the talisman are like a pass to survive.
He was in the secret room, looking at the ceiling of the secret room, as if through the ceiling, he saw what the sky looked like at the moment.
He put down the compass, put it in his arms, raised his hand, and the simple bronze oil lamp appeared in his hand.
The candlelight swayed slightly, and Zhang Lindao opened and closed his lips slightly, mumbling to himself, as if he was reciting a spell.
He was wearing a worn-out robe, his beard and hair were nearly white, and his cheeks had deep grooves. He blew gently into the oil lamp and whispered:
"Light up!"
"boom!"
Throughout the Human Sect, countless talismans spontaneously ignited without fire, and the flames were blazing. The talismans showed no signs of being broken or burned out during the burning, and they seemed to be endless.
Immediately afterwards, the flames of the talisman burned more and more fiercely, wrapping everyone's figures in the flames.
No one felt the slightest burning sensation, only a feeling of heart palpitations, but they were unable to move.
The flames continued to swirl, and then, the flames touched together and connected into a piece.
After a cup of tea, the entire Renzong was like a yellow-purple flame appearing out of thin air, stretching across the sky and earth, covering the entire Renzong.
In the secret room, Zhang Lindao looked at the bright flame of the oil lamp in his palm, and the shrinking figures of people appeared in the flame, with different expressions, some were surprised, some were reluctant, some were panicked, and some were sad...
Zhang Lindao looked back towards Kyoto for the last time.
His wrinkled palms stretched out towards the flames that enveloped all living beings, and the fire crawled onto his palms. He held a ball of yellow and purple living beings' fire, a little dazed, and murmured:
"gone..."
He slowly clenched his palms and held the light in his hands.
In the next moment, the lights of thousands of families and him disappeared from this world.
