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Chapter 932 Falling God Platform (1)

The man was terrified, his body went limp, and when he was about to fall, he realized that he was being held tightly by Wanyan, and he couldn't even fall.

"Master...Master, subordinate...the last news that this subordinate knows...is...it was the Master who bound the former Master to the Heavenly Sin Platform, and then...exhausted the power of the eight star palaces, and crushed the former Master on the spot. ashes...

Then... and the day after tomorrow... is the day when His Majesty invites himself to Avici Hell..."

Wanyan's eyes became more and more red, as if all the blood in her body had poured into her eye sockets.

But she held the man's hand more and more loosely.

"Abi hell..."

After a long time, Wanyan only spit out these four words lightly.

After being shocked, Wanyan finally had the time to think about what the four characters meant.

Avici Hell is not a prison, nor is it a hell on earth.

It is literally hell.

Among them, the No.18 floor is the deepest part of Avici Hell, which is [-] meters from the ground.

The people imprisoned on the No.18 floor are all the most heinous and heinous sinners who have subverted the world, and even the death penalty cannot erase their sins.

They are immortal, immortal, and reincarnated. They are burned by the fire of red lotus karma from generation to generation, without end.

Moreover, as long as anyone falls into the No.18 layer of hell, it is impossible to come out again.

Thinking of this, Wanyan felt her legs go limp, if not for Yanhan supporting her, Wanyan would have fallen down.

No wonder you want to send me away, it turns out you want to go to hell by yourself...

At this moment, another spy rushed to the high ground. He didn't know what happened, but he couldn't wait to say happily:

"Master! The allied forces of the Jue Fu family led by the Feng Clan have already withdrawn quickly. For some reason, the million-dollar army that was left behind is as confused as a bereaved dog, panicked like a fish that slipped through the net, and they all collapsed."

The scene was so spectacular that everyone in the undead army was deeply shocked.

Everyone was puzzled, but Wanyan understood why they broke up.

Faith is really too complicated an emotion.

What connects family is blood, what connects love is heart, and what connects friendship is temper.

And faith is an obsession that has no reason or foundation, but desperately reaches out to the star that is out of reach.

After the relationship is destroyed, it is his own heart that is destroyed.

And after the collapse of faith, it is the whole world you thought was destroyed.

It's no wonder that the generals are not gods, and it's no wonder that the soldiers collapsed in an instant.

And when the good they believe is no longer good, is the evil they believe still evil?

When people in the world have this question, they don't have enough motivation to fight to the end with the army of the dead.

"Master! We don't need to fight this battle!"

The spy was in ecstasy, he didn't notice Wanyan at all, he couldn't stand anymore.

The inevitable battle was avoided.

The hall of death and life, which was in a dilemma, was saved.

Wanyan's biggest heart disease was solved.

But there was no trace of joy on Wanyan's face.

She just slowly closed her eyes and shed two lines of tears.

"Yeah, there's no need to fight."

. . .

Kunlun Mountain, Tianxuan Palace.

For the first time in the millennium, the Wugou Temple, which is not allowed to enter unless there is an edict, is completely occupied by people, full of swords, lights and swords.

All the gods, headed by the Sun God, were holding weapons, and their eyes were wide open.

And the focus of all the weapons is the white-clothed Jing Shijialan, and Gongjue Zhanshu standing in front of him.

In the past, Jing Shajialan wore white clothes, but they were not simple at all. Instead, they were embroidered with platinum thread and matched with famous jade, which was extremely honorable.

However, today's Jing Shijialan is just wearing the simplest white clothes, with black hair tied up with a silver hairpin, not a bit desolate.

Sitting on the couch, he looked at the uninvited guest, instead of being annoyed, he even looked ashamed.

Whether it is the fiery sun god or even the calmest mountain god, their faces are flushed with anger at this time.

Their anger is not only anger, but more grief.

Sadness is greater than anger, and sadness turns into anger.

The sword of the sun god pointed directly at Jing Shijialan, his eyes were already red enough to bleed.

It was obviously a very intimidating scene, but the blade of the Sun God couldn't help shaking.

The shadow of the sword shaking all over the hall.

He glared at Jing Shijialan for a long, long time, and finally cried together with tears.

"Jing Shijialan! The supreme destiny, the supreme faith, the thousand years of heaven... all are destroyed in your hands!

Why are you!You tell me why you did it!Why are you digging your own grave! "

The Sun God's grief and indignation were beyond words, and he would rush up emotionally at any time.

Gongjue Zhanshu stood in front of Jing Shijialan with his sword, for fear that he would hurt Jing Shijialan.

However, Jing Shijialan leaned on the table, stood up slowly, pushed Jue Zhanshu away gently, and faced the wrath of his subjects.

Looking at them, Jing Shijialan's expression lost the dignity, coldness, indifference, and calmness of controlling everything in the palm of his hand.

In his eyes, there was only helpless calm and deep guilt after everything had settled.

"Gods, since eight years ago, I set up an enchantment on Kunlun Mountain, and it has been strengthened every year since then, and it is now indestructible.

Even if Feng Naifu brings Feng Jun to kill, this barrier can also protect Tianxuan Hall and the people in the hall.

At the same time, I have finished tidying up all the fields in Tianxuan Palace and handed them over to Gongjue Zhanshu.

In addition to dividing half of the land among the landless people, the grain produced by the remaining half of the fields is enough to feed everyone on Kunlun Mountain.

As well as all the property in Tianxuan Palace, I have also arranged for someone to take care of it, so you don't need to worry about it, and a sufficient amount of money will be transported to Tianxuan Palace every month.

Therefore, after I leave, you can rest assured to stay in Tianxuan Palace, and your life will not be affected in the slightest by these turmoil.

I am deeply sorry for the turmoil during this time.

I have nothing to atone for except the promise that when I leave, everything will be peaceful again. "

Jing Shijialan spoke very calmly, but because his physical condition was too bad, the weakness in his voice could no longer be concealed.

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that the crazy act of going to hell with the reputation of the temple was not a sudden impulse of Jing Shajialan, but since eight years ago, when he knew the truth, he had been planning to expose everything. It's the day.

And before he went to destruction, he also helped everyone in the temple arrange the rest of their lives.

But apparently, the gods weren't ready to appreciate it.

Kunlun, the mountain god who had been standing aside, suddenly took a step forward and said indignantly:
"Jing Shijialan! In your heart, are we now worrying about changes in our lives!

What we are worried about is Tianxuan Hall!
Jing Shijialan, the thousand-year-old Tianxuan Palace is about to be destroyed! "

(End of this chapter)