Qiu Ping looked at it for a while, but found that the roots of the huge peach tree were absorbing the power of the material world to strengthen themselves.
But at the same time, the dense roots were like sewing needles, constantly sewing up a tiny gap in the earth veins.
Although compared to the entire world, the gap is even negligible.
But if we put it on the scale of living beings, it is a huge crack that stretches thousands of miles from front to back.
There was a lot of evil inside, and a heart-stopping power came out.
Why is there an extra gap here?
The little loach's eyes widened. This gap was reflected in reality. It was equivalent to a slight misalignment of the earth's veins. Once the accumulated power reached a limit, it would be like a landslide, causing terrible destruction within a radius of thousands of miles.
The world is perfect, and any mistakes or omissions will be a disaster for the creatures within the coverage area.
Long live!
Who created such a big gap?
This is too immoral!
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A large number of tribesmen seemed to be following some ancient ritual or carrying some kind of mission that they had to perform. They all gathered on both sides of the Nulong River.
They are all ordinary people, most of them are not even young.
As the wind and snow got worse, many people even fell on the way there, and were soon covered in heavy snow, becoming a part of the Northland forever. Perhaps their bodies will reappear in the world in the spring of next year when the snow melts.
Among these tribal people, there are also some real cavalry and even Taoist soldiers.
The soldiers and horses of the Central Plains court are also gradually arriving. The spiritual rice transported by this baggage team will determine whether the [Bingwu] practitioners can go all out in the future, and it will also truly determine the outcome of this war.
Just like this, the teams of the Central Plains Dynasty and the Northland Hu people started a fierce battle on the banks of the Nulong River.
To be precise, it was a one-sided massacre.
Although the Hu people were numerous in number, most of them were just ordinary people. Facing real armored soldiers, they had almost no chance of resistance.
The soldiers of the Central Plains Dynasty formed large and small formations and moved forward like mowing grass under the command of officers at all levels. Countless vigorous cavalry darted back and forth like deadly scythes.
The old ghost and Ao Cang were suspended in mid-air, looking worriedly at the carnage below them.
If it were just a fight at this level, although resentment would come back, it would still be able to hold on with the power of Shinto.
But the bad premonition in their hearts became stronger and stronger. The old ghost kept making deductions with the pen in his hand, but he only felt that the road ahead was in chaos. He forced himself to search for the source of the strangeness. He could even feel waves of burning sensation.
The disaster was too great for him to calculate.
"Should we remind humans not to fight here? I feel bad."
Ao Cang's face was a little pale, and he now wanted to escape back to the East China Sea.
But now that he has received the Shinto order, and Qiu Ping's military order is with him, if he dares to run away, the Shinto will probably kill him immediately.
Moreover, the disaster is brought by the will of God, and it will be useless if you run away.
"No... no, we can't protect ourselves now. If we get too entangled with humans anymore, I'm afraid disaster will happen soon... Strange, where is the problem?"
The old ghost's lips were trembling, and his mind had given birth to a strong warning sign, but he could never find the source of the problem.
"Where is King Ming Ling? Where is Duke Wei Ling? They have always planned far-reaching plans. It is impossible for them not to have anticipated such things. They must have a way to deal with them..."
Ao Cang had sweat on his forehead, and he was very anxious when faced with the calamity of life and death.
The old ghost said nothing.
You ask me, where do I know where to go?
Maybe we are all just chess pieces thrown out. To those big shots, the life and death of us small characters is not important at all.
The old ghost has been struggling for so many years, so naturally he doesn't trust the integrity of those big shots.
"The number of people on the entire battlefield now... is almost 50,000."
The old ghost looked at the densely packed figures and shocking bright red on both sides of the Nulong River. In the fighting between the two sides, there were now thousands of casualties.
"Da da da."
And further away, more figures are gathering towards here, black flags are swaying, and the sound of horse hooves and footsteps are mixed together.
"Is the Central Plains Dynasty crazy? Why are they still sending troops to reinforce?"
The old ghost looked at the newly arrived troops. The barbarian tribesmen here plus the young and strong cavalry probably only numbered over 30,000. This was almost the entire remaining population of this thousand-mile grassland.
Faced with these more than 30,000 people, the existing 10,000-odd dynasty troops are enough to deal with it. Why did they allocate another 50,000 people?
The old ghost just felt that the scene in front of him was too magical. It was like directly mobilizing the imperial army in the capital in order to capture a few petty thieves.
I guess the little thief himself was confused.
More than 60,000 elites are going to bully a bunch of old, weak, women and children? I was so embarrassed when this news came out.
Of course, this is not the focus of the old ghost.
But who specifically issued the order to mobilize so many people? This is a total of 60,000 elites, which is almost half of the accumulation of a dynasty.
He had a premonition that a big disaster would come here. If everything was destroyed here, the Central Plains Dynasty would probably be severely damaged, and the human gods involved in the fate of the dynasty would also be severely damaged.
"Crazy, really crazy."
The old ghost's head was about to be burned. He felt that all this was like a nightmare, and no matter how hard he slapped himself, he couldn't wake up.
And Ao Cang felt a little sore when he looked at the old ghost who kept slapping him.
Good guy, before this disaster comes, someone has gone crazy first.
As the reinforcements arrived, 60,000 elite troops gathered together in one place, connected into an iron plate, with spears like a forest, and moved forward slowly, like slowly moving mountains.
Those nomads rushed in, but they couldn't shake the team at all.
A large number of corpses were directly pierced by spears, and after the team passed by, they left a mess on the ground.
In front of the real armored elites, ordinary barbarians will not be much better than Cao Jie.
While the intensity of the fighting on the battlefield continued to rise, on the distant mountain peak, an old monk wearing a golden-red robe was closing his eyes and meditating.
The wind and snow fell on him and soon covered his face.
His withered features, sunken head, and protruding eyes were all obscured by the heavy snow.
It seems that he is just a stone, facing the wind and snow like this until the end of time.
If Qiu Ping were here, of course he would recognize him as the old monk who emerged from the third holy land of the Snow Mountain when the Demon King of Black Mountain escaped through the cave.
"I gave up the Buddha's teachings and became a devil, but in order to promote the true Dharma. If I can return from Wujian one day, I can take a further step forward and enter the realm of the Sravaka Bodhisattva."
There was a hint of fatigue in the old monk's eyes, but there was infinite light deep in his pupils.
The Central Plains foreigners drove the dynasty's soldiers and horses into the Northland, killing the people under the command of Daxue Mountain, in order to cut off their Daxue Mountain orthodoxy.
As the master of the Third Holy Land, he voluntarily sacrificed himself, imitating the Buddha who cut his flesh to feed the eagles.
Although these heretical forces are powerful, they will be severely damaged under divine punishment.
With the nature of Shinto people making enemies everywhere, the Western Paradise, the Four Seas Dragon Clan, and even the countless major sects hanging in the starry sky will be like vultures smelling flesh and blood, tearing apart the giant Shinto in the world.
"Today, let the old monk sacrifice his own life to take the first step in severing the Shinto. Everyone, if you succeed in the future, please help me!"
The old monk thought silently in his heart, and then his eyes became more determined.
Almost at the same time, among the ten holy places in the Snowy Mountains, except for the sixth holy place that had lost its master, all the remaining monks, who were either old, young, or even as young as a baby, spoke up in response, as if to express this. People say goodbye.
"Hahaha, I am good at the Holy Land of the Moon Banner Treasure Relic. I have abandoned Buddhism and escaped into the devil's path. I am willing to use the Holy Land as a guide to break thousands of miles of earth's veins and kill the heretics! Even if there is a divine punishment, I will bear it with all my strength."
The old monk stood up. He was much taller than an ordinary person, but also much thinner, almost like a huge mummy.
He shouted loudly, and then his eyes turned golden and red.
In one of the old monk's eyes was a sea of immeasurable blood, inside which seemed to have the souls of grievances struggling to emerge. In the other eye, after it had been stretched open, was a moon building that almost covered the entire Cave Heaven Paradise.
On top of the moon pillar, there were jet-black slender hair flying, and living heads hung on it like orbs. The faces of many of the heads seemed to be crying or laughing, with a terrifying meaning.
The holy land of the Shanming Moon Pillar Treasure Sea Treasure has always been connected with the earth's veins. The holy sea is condensed by the earth's veins. It is filled with butter. It is said that the moon pillar is tanned by the skin of the masters of the past generations, and it has incredible sacred power.
But as they abandoned Buddhism, they filled the sea of blood with the blood of living people, replaced the backbone of the original moon pillar with the spine of the founding master's dharma, and used the heads of human beings with different birth dates in the 365 days. As a decoration, this fine Buddhist treasure was converted into a magical instrument.
Everything they did was for this moment.
"The earth's veins are reversed and the world is turned upside down!"
The small world of the Third Holy Land is connected to a leyline in the material world, and there is sufficient earth energy in it. Now this small world has reversed into the devil's path, and it is necessary to leverage the power of the small world and break this leyline.
Once the earth's veins are broken, with the Raging Dragon River as the dividing line, the terrain in the north and south will become higher and lower, and then collapse under the terrible squeezing force of the earth anytime and anywhere, forming a huge earthquake.
The center of the earthquake was within a radius of dozens of miles where the army was currently fighting.
The old monk's actions were naturally crazy and vicious. He used his belief in Daxue Mountain to deceive and lure the nomads nearby to gather here, creating the illusion that the barbarian army was coming to rob the luggage.
This deceived the Central Plains dynasty's troops and ordered the dynasty's troops to intercept them here.
At that time, he will detonate the earth line again and slaughter all the people on both sides of the enemy.
Although he himself is the leader of all this, he will fall into a situation of no return. But it can also cause heavy damage to the Central Plains Dynasty, and even spread to Shinto, causing a lot of resentment to attack Shinto.
Things went more smoothly than he expected. The Central Plains Dynasty even dispatched 60,000 elites for this purpose.
Once the earth line collapses, all 60,000 people will be destroyed.
"let's start!"
The old monk shouted loudly, and he was suspended in the void, surrounded by heavy wind and snow. His consciousness was connected to the small world, and the mountains behind him suddenly shook.
The small world in the mouth of Daxue Mountain is the cave sky in the mouth of Immortal Dao, and the blessed land in the eyes of Shinto. They are all connected to the main world, but they exist in the gap of space.
And the Shanmingyuezhuang Baoxianghaizang Holy Land in the Daxue Mountain happens to grow on a ground line.
His forceful move of the small world is equivalent to using the power of the small world to break away from the earth's veins.
Although this thousand-mile-long earth line is nothing to the material world, for any force that faces the collapse of the earth line and bears the resentment of countless lives, it is almost devastating.
No existence would be indifferent to the cause and effect of hundreds of thousands of deaths.
Those high-ranking gods and gods dare not say such big words.
"Click."
Suddenly, the vast earth shook, and the Thousand Miles of Raging Dragon River instantly cracked. The south bank seemed to be suddenly a little higher, and the north bank was a little shorter.
The staggered heights caused the river surface to crack instantly, and then the ice surface collapsed in an instant under the pressure of the terrifying terrain, and countless broken ice splashed around.
The boats transporting baggage on the river also swayed one after another and were almost about to capsize.
"go."
Driven by the old monk, the small world of the Third Holy Land was directly separated from the earth's veins, and the earth's veins caused by this split in an instant.
"Boom."
The land with a radius of thousands of miles shook violently, the Nulong River opened directly, and the raging water poured back towards the north bank.
On the surrounding snow-capped mountains, the thick snow collapsed one after another. Under the rolling, it turned into a billowing wave of snow, roaring, roaring, and trying to engulf all living creatures.
The originally neat military strength of the Central Plains dynasty also fell apart during the earthquake.
The world turned upside down, and the people and horses screamed. Even the practitioners of [Bingwu] looked so weak under the destructive power of the collapse of the world.
"It's coming! The disaster is coming! We are finished!"
The old ghost stopped slapping his face and stared blankly ahead. In his eyes, he saw boundless aura of calamity.
Too many, too many!
Someone borrowed the power of the earth's veins to bury one hundred thousand people here.
The cause and effect of one hundred thousand people, even if they are brushed aside, they will never be reincarnated.
Ao Cang looked bitter. If he had known it was so dangerous to come out, he should not have left the Ninth Transportation Department even if he was killed by Qiu Ping.
If he disobeys his orders, he will at most be sent to the Prison Control Department for a beating. With his status as a true dragon, it is impossible for Shinto to actually kill him.
Now, if the calamity energy invades, he will not only die on the spot, but he will not even have a chance to be reincarnated.
He looked around blankly. Qiu Ping, the bastard, had long expected that something was wrong and ran away early.
Although the boy could not escape the disaster in the end, he was still unwilling to see the tragic situation of the boy before his death.
"I hate loaches!"
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