Cao Zhe, who was cheated by the trusted Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di and his son, is now in a very unhappy mood!
Who are these two people?
Emperor!
In order to consolidate the imperial power, Lao Zhu killed his former brothers and heroes. Isn't that very neat?
Xiao Zhu did not hesitate to give in too much. In order to consolidate the throne, he raised the knife and fell with the knife, so how could it not be a river of blood? Heads rolling in?
Say one thousand, preach ten thousand!
What for?
No matter how modified it is, rights and status are essential components.
How come you now know how to be humble?
Do you know how to sacrifice yourself for others?
"No! These two are using me as a target!" Cao Zhe realized after thinking about it.
Zhu Yuanzhang and his son ventured into the West to preach. Although their personal goal was to become a Buddha and become an ancestor, they chose to put Cao Zhe in front and be responsible for attracting firepower.
But they didn't expect that Cao Zhe would be so fierce.
A direct battle shocked hundreds of gods, and with his own power, he almost broke through the ghost myth that the three-phase god did not show up.
At this time, Cao Zhe, who was exposed, took the lead, and was the target, turned into a true Buddha, spread to the West at this time, and was clearly the top spot in Mahayana Buddhism.
Let’s just say it was a mistake!
What a coincidence!
In short, this name fell on Cao Zhe, and I am afraid it will be difficult to take it off.
It's not that there is no solution, as long as Cao Zhe takes action and wipes out all the believers who chant his "Sanfeng Buddha". .
It's just that it's not necessary, it's so pretentious.
That's not standing up for one's position, that's being sick.
"Forget it! Forget it! The identities of those Buddhas and Taoists who are famous all over the world are unknown, and their identities are uncertain. Why should I care about the changes in these names?"
"You can be a Buddha! You can be a Taoist! You can be a Confucian! It's just me! I am me!" Cao Zhe calmed down and looked around with a stern look.
Then he raised his voice and said: "I, Cao Zhe, am here. If you want to take my head, just come and fight!"
He glanced at the large amount of 'trophies' that had not yet been packed up around him.
Then he added: "If anyone kills me and loses the many inheritances here, it is possible to consecrate this place and become the lord who created the world. Who has such ambitions?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the ghost gods who had gathered around him all moved back hundreds of miles.
They all looked at Cao Zhe with vigilance.
As for those precious 'heritages', they are not jealous, but no matter how jealous they are, they will still cherish their lives.
Their courage was shattered by Cao Zhe. At this time, they just wanted to return to the west, close the door tightly and lick their wounds.
"Don't dare?" Cao Zhe chuckled, shook off all the divine blood stained on his body, and then sent it into the Time Tower to keep it as a reward.
"Since you don't dare, why don't you retreat?" Cao Zhe asked.
The ghosts and gods rode on the clouds, the wind, the thunderbolts, and the rays of light, and fled to the western world, fearing that they would be caught by Cao Zhe, and then fall to the ground and be smashed to pieces.
In front of Cao Zhe, they were no different from those made of clay or made of wood.
At this time, if the gods on the ghost side can cooperate sincerely and are willing to sacrifice and consume, it is still possible to defeat... or even kill Cao Zhe.
But they have lost their courage.
Too many ancient gods and immortals died at the hands of Cao Zhe, and there were also many great ghosts who were defeated by Cao Zhe.
They no longer have the courage to face Cao Zhe and fight again.
Seeing the ghosts and gods retreating, the guards, soldiers, princes, gods, and immortals on the walls of Changyangguan City were shocked at first, and then let out earth-shattering cheers.
The battle between Cao Zhe and the ghost gods was the least "bloody" battle with the smallest number of participants since the Changyang Pass War began.
But its level is very high.
High enough to determine the direction of the entire battle.
If Indra dies, this conflict between Eastern and Western mythological civilizations may not necessarily end.
However, Cao Zhe single-handedly defeated the entire ghost myth, which was equivalent to ending the war.
"It's over! The war...is over!" Many people cheered on the city wall.
But more figures are still silent.
Those Dao soldiers, those puppets, those resurrected warriors with only incomplete souls left, they no longer have joy and sorrow, only simple killing and fighting are left.
For them, the end of the war is no different from the ordinary withdrawal of troops.
However, Cao Zhe flew over Changyang Pass, venting and flaunting his unrivaled momentum.
All the gods and immortals, at least at this moment, faced Cao Zhe, who had conquered a hundred battles and carried unparalleled power, and had to lower their heads as if they were dazzled.
He didn't dare to look directly at Cao Zhe's light at this moment.
Xing Tian roared wildly and rose from the ground, dancing with an ax and holding a shield, and was about to charge towards Cao Zhe.
Cao Zhe slashed Xing Tian's shield with a backhand sword.
With a single strike of real injury, Xing Tian was disembowelled.
The headless Xingtian screamed in pain and then disappeared in front of Changyang Pass.
Silently returned to the ground to heal his wounds.
"Is the war over?" Cao Zhe asked.
This question was like a basin of cold water pouring down, extinguishing all the enthusiasm and excitement on the city wall.
"I was bullied to the door, spilled blood all over the door, stepped on my face, took off my clothes, ran around for so long with almost no clothes on, and then luckily drove the other person away... Do you call it victory?" Cao Zhe asked again.
Many princes and generals who asked this question turned red!
"This is my victory, not yours!"
"You are just lucky enough to escape because of my intervention, and you will live with it for the rest of your life!"
"Is this worth being happy about?"
"Does this excite you?"
"I don't remember...I don't know!"
"The glory that belongs to us in the East is actually like this...deceiving ourselves and others!" Every word Cao Zhe said was like a knife piercing directly into the hearts of the defenders on the city wall.
Perhaps those resurrected warriors with only incomplete fighting souls left are the most determined fighting faction.
But they are already dead!
What survives is a body dominated by a mutilated soul.
"The people need to cultivate themselves, and the princes are also severely injured. Although they are unwilling...but they are unable to fight anymore!" Fuhao, as the commander-in-chief, had to say something to Cao Zhe at this moment.
What she said is true!
Under Guifang's repeated oppression and persuasion, the entire Dashang has been oppressed to the extreme.
Staying at Changyang Pass is already strenuous enough.
How can he still have the ability to leave the border to pursue and counterattack to the ghost hinterland and the western country?
"So, all you have to do is play the drum!"
"Counterattack...I'll do it!"
"Let's!"
After speaking, Cao Zhe reached out and made a move, and the Time Tower emerged from the depths of chaos, and then quickly enlarged.
The rotating tower of time began to summon a large number of marks.
Following the context of the mark, Cao Zhe's call rang out in the hearts of countless people across the world.
"This is a fight to the death!"
"Coming?"
