I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 297 Rubbing Everything, It Will Only Harm You
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 grow themselves.

But at the same time, the dense roots are like sewing needles, continuously sewing up a tiny gap in the ground veins.

Although compared to the entire world, that gap is even negligible.

But if it is placed on the scale of living beings, it is a huge crack that stretches thousands of miles forward and backward.

There was a fierce aura inside, and a wave of palpitating power came out.

Why is there a gap here?
Little Loach's eyes widened, and this gap was reflected in reality, which was equivalent to a slight dislocation of the earth's veins. Once the accumulated power reached a limit, it would be like a landslide, causing terrible damage within a radius of thousands of miles.

The world is perfect, and any mistakes or omissions will be a disaster for the living beings within the coverage area.

Long live!
Who made such a big gap?
This is too wicked!
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A large number of tribal people seem to follow some ancient ritual, and they seem to have some kind of mission that must be performed. They all gather on both sides of the Nulong River.

They are all ordinary people, most of them are not even young and strong.

As the snowstorm got bigger and bigger, many people even fell down on the way, and were soon covered by heavy snow, becoming a part of the North Land forever.Perhaps their bodies will reappear in the world after the snow melts in spring next year.

Among these tribesmen, there are also some real cavalry and even Taoist soldiers.

The soldiers and horses of the Central Plains imperial court gradually arrived, and the Lingmi transported by this convoy decided whether the [Bingwu] practitioners could fight with all their strength in the future, and it also really determined the outcome of this battle.

Just like this, the teams of the Central Plains Dynasty and the Hu people of the North started a tragic battle on the banks of the Nulong River.

To be precise, it was a one-sided massacre.

Although there are a large number of Hu people, most of them are just ordinary people. Facing real armored soldiers, they have almost no chance of resisting.

The soldiers of the Central Plains Dynasty formed large and small formations, and under the command of officers at all levels, they moved forward like mowing grass.Countless vigorous cavalry interspersed back and forth, like deadly sickles.

The old ghost and Ao Cang were suspended in mid-air, looking worriedly at the killing below them.

If it's just a fight at this level, although there will be resentment backlash, it can still be sustained with the power of the divine way.

But the bad premonition in their hearts became stronger and stronger. The pen in the old ghost's hand was constantly deducing, but he only felt that the road ahead was in chaos. He was trying to find the source of the strangeness, and he could even feel a burning sensation.

The catastrophe was too great for him to calculate.

"Should we remind humans to stop fighting here, I feel bad."

Ao Cang's face was a little pale, he really wanted to escape back to the East China Sea.

But now that he has received the order from Shinto, and he has Qiu Ping's military order, if he dares to run away, Shinto will probably kill him immediately.

Moreover, the catastrophe is brought down by the divine will, and it is useless for you to run away.

"No... no, we can't protect ourselves now. If we get too entangled with human beings, I'm afraid disaster will come soon... It's strange, where is the problem?"

The old ghost's lips trembled, and a strong warning sign had already appeared in his mind, but he still couldn't find the source of the problem.

"Where is King Ming Ling? Where is Duke Wei Ling? They always have far-reaching plans, and it is impossible for them not to have anticipated such things. They must have a way to deal with it..."

Ao Cang's forehead was covered with sweat, facing the calamity of life and death, he was also very anxious.

The old ghost didn't speak.

You ask me, where do I know where to go?

Maybe we are all just pawns 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 he naturally doesn't trust the integrity of those big shots.

"Now the number of people in the entire battlefield... is almost [-]."

The old ghost looked at the densely packed figures and the shocking bright red on both sides of the Nulong River. In the fighting between the two sides, thousands of people have been killed or injured.

"Da da da."

And farther away, there are more figures gathering here, the black flag is waving, and the sound of horseshoes and footsteps are mixed together.

"Is the Central Plains Dynasty crazy? Why did they send troops over for reinforcements?"

The old ghost looked at the new arrivals. The Hu tribe tribesmen and the young and strong cavalry here are probably only in the early [-]s, which is almost the entire remaining population of this thousand-mile grassland.

Facing these 3 people, the existing more than 5 dynasty soldiers and horses are enough to deal with it. Why did they call in another [-] people?
The old ghost just felt that the scene in front of him was too magical, it was like directly mobilizing the forbidden army in the capital in order to catch a few small thieves.

It is estimated that the little thief himself was confused.

More than 6 elites to bully a group of old and weak women and children?It's embarrassing to hear this out.

Of course, the old ghost's point is not this.

But who the hell gave the order to send so many people over, this is a total of [-] elites, which is almost half of the accumulation of a dynasty.

He had a premonition that there would be a great catastrophe coming here. If all of them were destroyed here, the Central Plains Dynasty would be hurt, and the gods in the world, which were related to the luck of the dynasty, would also be seriously injured.

"Crazy, really crazy."

The old ghost's head was going to be burned, he felt that all this was like a nightmare, no matter how much he slapped himself, he couldn't wake up.

And Ao Cang also felt a bit pained when he saw the old ghost who kept slapping himself.

Good guy, before this catastrophe arrives, one will go crazy.

With the arrival of reinforcements, [-] elites gathered in one place, forming a single piece of iron, with spears like a forest, moving forward slowly, like mountains moving slowly.

Those nomads rushed over, 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 elite, the ordinary barbarian is not much better than the grass mustard.

While the intensity of the fighting on the battlefield was rising, on a mountain in the distance, an old monk in golden-red cassock closed his eyes and settled down.

The wind and snow fell on him, quickly covering his face.

His haggard face, sunken head, and protruding eyes were all covered by the heavy snow a little bit.

It seems that he is a rock, and he faces the wind and snow like this until the end of time.

If Qiu Ping was here, of course he would recognize him. This person is the old monk who emerged from the third holy land of Daxue Mountain when the Black Mountain Demon King fled into the third holy land through the mud hole that day.

"I abandoned the Buddhadharma and turned against the devil, but in order to promote the true Dharma. If I can return from the inexhaustible in the future, I will be able to go one step further and step into the realm of the Shravaka Bodhisattva."

There was a trace of tiredness in the old monk's eyes, but there was infinite light in the depths of his pupils.

The outsiders of the Central Plains drove the dynasty's soldiers and horses into the northern land, killing the people under Daxueshan's command, in order to cut off his Daxueshan's orthodoxy.

As the guru of the Third Holy Land, he voluntarily sacrificed himself in the same way as Siddha sacrificed his flesh to feed the eagles.

Although these heretic forces are powerful, they will also suffer heavy losses under the punishment of God.

With the nature of people like Shinto making enemies everywhere, the Western Paradise, the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas, and even the countless big factions hanging alone in the starry sky will be like vultures smelling of flesh and blood, tearing up the giant Shinto in the world.

"Let the old monk take his own life today to start the first step of severing the divine way. Everyone, if you succeed in the next day, please save me!"

The old monk said silently in his heart, and then his eyes became more determined.

Almost at the same time, among the ten holy places in Daxue Mountain, except for the sixth holy place that lost its master, all of them had a monk who was either old or young, or even a baby-like monk, who seemed to be responding to this people send off.

"Hahaha, I am good at the sacred place hidden in the sea of ​​precious images under the bright moon banner. I renounce the Dharma and escape into the devil's way. I am willing to use the holy place as a guide to break the thousands of miles of earth veins and punish heretics! Even if there is punishment from heaven, I will bear it with all my strength."

The old monk stood up, his figure was much taller than ordinary people, but also much thinner, almost like a huge mummy.

He let out a loud drink, and then a golden red color appeared in his eyes.

One of the old monk's eyes is filled with a boundless sea of ​​blood, in which seems to be a grievance struggling to emerge, and in the other eye is a moon pillar that almost covers the entire cave of heaven and earth after being stretched open.

On the moon building, there are black and slender hairs flying, and fresh heads hang on it like jewels, and the faces of many heads seem to cry and smile, with a horrifying meaning.

The holy land of the good-looking moon banner, treasured sea, has always been connected with the earth veins, and the holy sea is condensed by the earth veins, and it is filled with ghee.

But as they abandoned Buddhism, they filled the sea of ​​blood with the blood of living people, replaced the main body of the original moon building with the spine of the master of the creation school, and decorated it with the heads of human beings with different birthdays in 360 five days. Transform this fine Buddhist treasure into a magical implement.

Everything they do is 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 with a leyline of the material world, and its interior is full of earth energy. Now this small world is turned upside down and entered the magic path, and it is necessary to leverage the power of the small world to break this leyline.

Once the veins are broken, the Nulong River will be used as the boundary, and the north and south terrain will appear one high and one low, and then it will collapse under the terrible squeezing force that the ground has anytime and anywhere, forming a huge earthquake.

And the center of the earthquake is within a radius of dozens of miles where the army is fighting today.

The old monk's actions this time are naturally crazy and vicious, but he used the belief of Daxue Mountain to deceive and lure the nomads in the vicinity to gather here, creating the illusion that the barbarian army is coming to snatch the supplies.

In order to deceive the troops of the Central Plains Dynasty, the troops of the Dynasty were intercepted here.

At that time, he will detonate the earth's veins again, and slaughter all the troops of the enemy and us.

Although he himself is the leader of all these things, he will fall into a situation beyond redemption.But it can also deal heavy damage to the Central Plains Dynasty, and even spread to the Shinto, so that many grievances can impact the Shinto.

Things went even smoother than he expected, and the Central Plains Dynasty even dispatched [-] elites for this purpose.

Once the ley line collapses, all these 6 people will be buried.

"let's start!"

The old monk shouted loudly, he was suspended in the void, and the wind and snow were blowing all around him.His consciousness was connected with the small world, and the mountain behind him suddenly shook.

The small world in the Daxue Mountain Pass is the cave in the Immortal Dao, and the blessed land in the eyes of the Shinto. They are all connected to the main world, but they exist in the cracks of space.

And the Holy Land of Treasures and Seas hidden in the Shanming Moon Banner of Daxue Mountain happened to grow on a ridge of land.

Forcibly prying the small world, it is equivalent to using the power of the small world to break away from the ground veins.

Although to the material world, this thousand-mile-long ley line is nothing, but for any force that faces the collapse of the ley line directly and bears the resentment of countless living beings, it is almost destructive.

No existence will be indifferent to the cause and effect of 10 violent deaths.

Those high-ranking immortals did not dare to speak such big words.

"Crack."

Suddenly, the vast earth trembled, and the Qianli Nulong River instantly split open. The south bank seemed to be a little higher, and the north bank was a little shorter.

The unevenness of the heights caused the river surface to crack instantly, and then the ice surface collapsed in an instant under the pressure of the terrible terrain, and countless pieces of ice splattered all around.

The ships transporting luggage on the river also swayed one after another, almost capsizing.

"go."

Driven by the old monk, the small world of the Third Holy Land was directly separated from the leylines, and the leylines triggered by this split apart in an instant.

"Boom."

The land with a radius of thousands of miles was shaken violently, the Nulong River split open directly, and the turbulent water flowed backwards towards the north bank.

On the surrounding snow-capped mountains, the heavy snow collapsed one after another. Under the rolling, it turned into a billowing snow tide, roaring and roaring, trying to engulf all living beings.

The originally well-organized army of the Central Plains Dynasty also turned upside down amidst the shock.

The world turned upside down, people and horses screamed, even practitioners of [Soldiers and Martial Arts] seemed so weak under the destructive power of the collapse of the world.

"Here we come! The catastrophe is coming! We are finished!"

The old ghost stopped slapping his face, he stared at the front in a daze, in his eyes, he saw boundless calamity.

Too much, too much!
Someone borrowed the power of the leylines to bury 10 people here.

The karma of 10 people, even if they are brushed aside, they will never be reborn forever.

Ao Cang showed bitterness. He knew it would be so dangerous to come out. Even if he was killed by Qiu Ping, he shouldn't have left the Ninth Transshipment Division.

At most, disobedience would be sent to the jailer to beat him up. With his status as a real dragon, it is impossible for Shinto to really kill him.

It's all right now, the catastrophe invaded, not only would he die on the spot, he wouldn't even have the chance to be reincarnated.

He looked around in a daze, the bastard Qiu Ping had already expected that something was wrong, and ran away early.

Although this kid could not escape the disaster and implicated in the end, he was still unwilling to see the miserable situation of that kid before he died.

"I hate loaches!"

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