The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 234, They Came

The power of the Internet spreads these images across the country.

The stars shining under the river of fate are so dazzling.

Some people cry, and they cry proudly.

"It's really a big scene"

Bai He proudly raised his head and chest, he never thought that this wave of scenes would be so big.

Originally, I just thought it was a grand view of the starry sky like an upside-down galaxy.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the star river of fate hanging upside down, and it was the time when the stars in China were shining.

The painful but proud history will be presented above the sky.

Need a limit?

unnecessary.
Because we hold our heads high.

"Amitabha, we are such a tough nation."

Jueming looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky.

Appreciate silently, pleasing to the eye.

He ate the food in front of him.

There are meat and vegetables.

"Master, are you sure you want to eat meat?"

The restaurant on the side is still working hard, and the owner and chef of the small restaurant is busy cooking.

Some people look up at the starry sky and feel that the stars are twinkling, while others are busy with their lives and have no time to raise their heads.

"Monks need to eat meat. Otherwise, there is no nutrition. The reason for this understanding is because of the regulations of Emperor Wu of the Southern Dynasty, not the original regulations of our Buddhism." How can you kill the enemy on the battlefield?"

"Kill the enemy on the battlefield. Is the mage a soldier?"

Jueming paused and said, "It's sort of."

The boss said in awe.

"I admire soldiers the most. I invite this meal."

He doesn't care if Jueming is real or not.

Jueming said with a smile.

"Thank you."

But Jueming didn't eat for nothing. When he left, he silently left money for the meal.

After having enough water and food, Jueming got up and left.

He felt that his eyes were becoming more and more hazy, and the stars in the sky were also a little blurry.

There is also a price to pay for digesting things in the Six Paths Barrier.

Jueming felt that his vision became more and more blurred.

And looking at the conscientious boss behind him, running around and bowing his head in order to make a living, Jueming clasped his hands together with a compassionate expression.

"I don't go to hell, who goes to hell."

The scene above the starry sky also began to change.

When the stars of human beings are shining, not only the stars of China are shining.

There are also stars from other countries twinkling.

The stars in the sky, at this moment, a person planted the red flag on the ground.

The place called 'Russia' was renamed 'Vie Republic Union'.

He brought ideas, liberated everyone here, and laid the foundation for the ideological path of the latecomers.

He is the forerunner and founder of the road, and he has never wavered from the stand of the people until his death.

His name is Lie.

The people of Sharos, who are thousands of miles away, watched the live broadcast, and some even covered their faces and wept.

The Internet connects the north and the south, and people overseas can also see the long river hanging from the sky in Tianhe District through the Internet.

This is their nation, their hero, their pride.

Even if Vier later disintegrated and became the current Sharos, it will no longer have the glory and honor of the past.

But what has happened will not change with the changes of history, he is there.

In the heroic battle that took place in Stalingrad, countless heroes paid blood and tears.

In this era, the Vie Alliance has also paid a lot to fight against evil, but it is a pity that after the war, the Vie Alliance declined due to disintegration, and there was no cultural output.

At this time, the head of Sharos, who was watching the live broadcast, wiped the wet corners of his eyes.

"Sure enough, it is still remembered, our fathers"

Many places, many people, the stories of heroes are remembered by the starry sky of fate, and the stories of heroes in modern times are remembered from the sky and the galaxy.

There are many well-known histories, well-known countries.

There are also small countries that people are not familiar with, in the corner of this world, that no one knows.

Congo's Lumumba.

Sankara in Burkina Faso is a little-known country of gentlemen. Under the black skin, the fiery heart shines on the starry sky thousands of miles away.

Their struggles and battles were also presented on the sky.

The expatriates from these small countries burst into tears watching the live broadcast on the Internet.

In the distant China, the ancient country in the east.

Someone ever remembered that they had been here.

White Palace.

Aged heads are in a meeting.

suspend meeting—

The network specialists below are making phone calls after phone calls, asking whether there is network regulation.

It seems that in the distant ancient oriental country, a supernatural phenomenon is taking place.

The projection of history appeared on the starry sky.

It seems that the heroic deeds of the past dynasties have been projected onto the land of that ancient country.

The leader quickly came up with a countermeasure.

There is no need to block it, but to intensify it!

"Prepare the camera, and plan. Yes, I want to shed tears. When I see my American hero appear on the stage, I want a good end. I will cry proudly and moved for democracy and freedom."

The White Palace is also broadcasting live.

The elderly leader was watching the webcast with a sad face.

It seemed that he couldn't help being moved by the scene of the hero in front of him.

Sure enough, soon, over the Tianhe District, the fate of the long river of fate came to the American continent.

A story that happened on that piece of incomparably rich land.

The head of the White Palace began to express emotion.

"Let me, American, be great again in what we stand for."

He closed his eyes and made a speech, so moved that he didn't want to.

"Boss...you." The secretary beside him was hastily reminding the boss.

However, he was immersed in his own emotion and spoke generously.

The land is indeed on this continent.

A group of native Indians, holding knives, forks and torches, faced the huge gap with the opponent's muskets, and still bravely stepped forward.

Their sacrifice, their blood, their bravery.

There is no suspense in the ending of the confrontation between knife and fork and musket.

But this elegy of blood and tears was engraved by the fate above the sky.

"president!"

At this time, the old leader came to his senses. Looking at the image reflected in the sky, he felt dizzy for a while.

What is this all about?
Inserted on this flag is the scalp of the aborigines..
(End of this chapter)