An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing.

Chapter 145 Flames, purify everything!
There seemed to be a dark cloud in the sky covering the palace.

The civil and military man who was just like a wood carving and clay sculpture subconsciously looked up, and saw the huge figure standing on the ground through the window.

Shocked!

Terrified!

More of a sudden panic.

Calculating according to their thinking, even if the backbone of the gods of the Western Turks did not die in the previous chaos, there were still thousands of wizards and more than [-] cavalry who went to the battlefield later, and even [-] pigs were slaughtered. It also takes a long time.

Not to mention [-] well-equipped elite cavalry!

If it is all used as cannon fodder, how can it be delayed for a while, when all the family wealth and population have been transferred outside the royal city, they can naturally bring their own tribe's warriors to find a city and occupy the city as king.

Of course, there is no way to stay in the Western Regions, and the Middle Earth is probably also hanging.

They heard that south of Tubo, after crossing the snow-capped mountains, there is a land flowing with milk and honey, and they planned to go there to have a look.

It is not guaranteed that a Southern Turkic Khanate will be established and inherit the glory of the past.
Now that they were ready for the trees to fall and the monkeys to scatter, they were naturally silent about the Turkic king's previous inquiry.

But now
They didn't expect that the gods of Tang Dynasty came so fast that they were blocked in the palace.

What the hell are those [-] pigs doing!

Although he was so angry that he was about to die, the civil and military men of the Manchu Dynasty could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb at this time, when they were afraid and afraid of the huge figure outside the king's city.

He turned his head to look at the Turkic king on the throne.

Your Majesty, please help me, Your Majesty!

Originally, the Turkic king was looking at the Ming Cult monks with a smile on his face, noticing the anxious eyes of the civil and military officials of the court, he chuckled and said, "Why do you civil and military officials think this distribution is unfair?
Whether it's good or bad, come and tell me what position you want, and this king will give it to all the ministers in person! "

"Looking at what this king is doing, is it possible that you still want to sit on the throne?"

"It's over, it's over, the king is crazy!"

Listening to the Turkic King's words, the civil and military officials of Manchu Dynasty closed their eyes in pain. This is what they did before, and now they have driven the King mad.

"Really, are you crazy? But if he is a lunatic, then how should my Mingjiao be separated from the national destiny of the Western Turks!" The monks had a headache, and they were not sealed sooner or later, and they became lunatics after turning to the state religion. .

Zoroastrian quickly waved his hands and shook his head: "Well, don't look at me, I don't know."

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Looking at the Turkic king who only knows how to laugh, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty simply ignored him, and they started talking about it.

They desperately need a life-saving straw.

So, his eyes focused on the old wizard: "Master, what are you talking about, Master? Are you the most familiar with this strange thing?!"

"The old man is no longer the national teacher!" The old wizard replied with a smile: "Your Majesty just ordered that Mingjiao is now the national religion, so naturally you monks are the national teachers."

"Old man, he is just an ordinary bad old man. Thanks to the King, he allowed the old man to stay in the palace, but he absolutely dare not say anything unnecessary!"

Although he believes that Western Turks still have the power to fight.

Empty the ancestral temple, even if you can't win the battle, you can also break the two teeth of the Tang Dynasty, let them know that the Turks are difficult to deal with, but since it is the decision of the Turkic king, since he wants to keep a fire for the Turks, The old wizard didn't object either.

Just obey.

If there are gods, the ancestors will be lucky enough to return to the grassland.

After waiting for thousands of years, the Turkic descendants may not have no chance to rise again.

As for the current group of dogs and dogs, if they can ask for help from the Ming Cult, they will survive. If they can’t, they will be buried together. Seeing the civil and martial arts gathered in front of the Ming Cult monks, the old wizard laughed. smiled.

He turned around, walked to the throne, saluted the Turkic king who was watching the theater, and then stood diagonally behind the throne.

And the blood pressure soared by the behavior of the Turkic king, and then encountered these civil and military people who buzzed like flies, the monk completely broke out and swung the butcher knife at these people.

After killing a group of people and frightening them, the monks breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned his head to look at the Zoroastrians, and the latter grinned and said: "How about it, if we attack Datang, the land of the Western Regions, you and I will share equally."

The monk spoke seductively.

Let them face the giant god alone, the pressure is still great.

He wanted to bring in an ally, but the Zoroastrian didn't even think about it, he shook his head like a rattle, and his face was full of resistance.

There is no way, the monks can only save themselves.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the palace, they muttered words, tried to communicate, and asked the power of Mani Buddha to descend. At the same time, several monks led the ministers to dispatch troops outside the palace.

Anyway, with the status of the state religion, there is no need to use it for nothing.

Although the giant god looks fierce and abnormal, no matter how strong it is, it should be limited. As long as the army can resist for a while, after they ask for the coming of Mani Buddha, isn't it just a handhold?

With good thoughts in mind, the halos on the monks' bodies shone brightly.

As the monks recited, a phantom was condensing above their heads. As soon as the phantom of the Buddha appeared, it began to absorb the national fortune above the monks.

Seeing this, the huge figure outside the city opened his mouth to speak for the first time.

A sound like a thunderclap resounded over the royal city:

"You are so courageous, you dare to eat it. Are you really not afraid that a sword will come down and kill you?"

After the words fell, there was no such breath-taking aura rising behind him as promised.

Just like those searching gazes, Zhang Ke turned around curiously, and saw that the emperor disappeared at some point, and there was only a cloud of sword energy gathered in the sky, which was spinning slowly. The position of the tip of the sword swings back and forth, like a poisonous snake searching for its prey.

Seeing this, Zhang Ke's complexion turned dark.

It's not yet the agreed day, at least four or five hours.

He made a few complaints in his heart, it seemed that he was going to let him do it himself.

Also, if the emperor is still here.

Does the credit for the final destruction of the country belong to Zhang Ke, or should he be divided?Even if the emperor himself doesn't care about these things, he should seek truth from facts.

Like now, although the emperor ran away, he still left him with a sword aura to frighten Xiaoxiao, making the gods and old demons in Middle Earth worry.

Not only has the guarantee with Zhang Ke been achieved, but it will not have a sense of presence.

After confirming that his biggest foreign aid is just a piece of sword energy.

Zhang Ke summoned Huohai without hesitation.

Originally, the sea of ​​flames was still spreading, burning those evil gods who escaped from the royal city, but under his summoning, the encirclement suddenly shrunk, and the sea of ​​flames quickly spread to the bottom of the city wall.

The majestic city wall several feet high did not play a role at all. The flames poured in along the top of the city wall and the gaps in the four gates. In the blink of an eye, the bustling royal city was engulfed in flames.

With the help of Zhang Ke's divine sense, look for those infecting the inspiration and possessing mana in the royal city.

Wizards, monks, Zoroastrians, and even demons and evil spirits. All were among the ranks of being burned. As for ordinary people, only those who committed the most crimes were lucky enough to enjoy the favor of the true fire of samadhi.

Before touching the real flame, their bodies were ignited by the high temperature.

With a sound of "Teng!", the flames soared into the sky, and clusters of torches were ignited. The flesh and blood were quickly incinerated in the flames and turned into a charred black and fragile skeleton. When it fell down, it hit the ground and turned into a handful of ashes.

Losing the last shelter, the soul gradually melted into the sea of ​​flames.

Even the strands of true spirit in the deepest part of the soul, which should have returned to heaven and earth, were repeatedly licked by the flames, turning them into white boards, and then "let go" reluctantly.

Flame, purify everything!
Of course, for those ordinary people who have never practiced and have not carried too many sins on their bodies.

Real fire is not fatal. Even if you pass by, you will only feel a scorching heat, but your skin will not be burned.

What really threatened them was the memory of tonight.

In the royal city, surrounded by a sea of ​​flames, people who were strangers or acquaintances were set on fire. Incineration challenged people's nerves. In addition, there was a smell of burnt meat in the hot air. Diffuse.
Hell on earth, nothing more!
After this night, luckily there is no madness. For a long time to come, I am afraid that I will have a psychological shadow on meat eating.

But this is not within the scope of Zhang Ke's consideration.

Not affecting ordinary people is already the result he tried his best to avoid. With some aftermath, we can only hope that after Datang controls this land, the group of monks and Taoists can fool around well.

As for him, there were more important things to do.

Zhang Ke's gaze moved from the burning and howling royal city until he reached the Turkic royal palace. His eyes reflecting the sea of ​​flames met with the compassionate eyes on the rooftop of the royal palace.

"Your life is devastated, and all things are dying in the sea of ​​fire. You have committed a lot of sins!"

"You deserve to go to hell to atone for your sins!"

On the rooftop, the Buddha, who had already condensed into shape, commented on Zhang Ke calmly.

And following his words, the monks around the Buddha were like repeating machines, repeating in their mouths: the words of sinful sin and hell.

The sound rolled up the wind and waves, and condensed and formed in the sea of ​​fire.

Transformed into unfamiliar characters, the more complete the characters, the more complete and rich the meaning contained in them. Later, even though Zhang Ke didn't know every symbol in the string of characters, it didn't prevent him from understanding The sense of repentance.

See it and understand it.

This string of incantations actually recorded all the battles, large and small, that Zhang Ke had experienced since he set foot in the Western Regions, and everything was recorded in detail.

That's all, the key is to repent and repent from Zhang Ke's perspective, and the target is those dead evil gods and monsters. Along with its formation, there are strands of matter gathering in the air.

Resentment, anger and all kinds of negative emotions condense in it, like ink, dyeing the characters with a dark color.

Although I don't know what kind of evil technique this is, but Zhang Ke will definitely not allow it to come true.

After staring briefly, a red-golden rope protruded from Zhang Ke's body, grabbed the fairy rope and pulled it hard.

Passed through the sea of ​​flames and smashed towards the balcony of the palace.

The enchantment covering the royal palace was knocked to pieces in just one blow, and the golden light flashed away, directly binding those monks who had broken mouths tightly, and at the same time, the extra length of rope pierced towards him. That string of incantations.

"boom!"

A beam of light burst out from the huge light wheel behind the Buddha's head, smashing the fairy rope away from the position of the mantra.

Before the fairy rope was adjusted, the Buddha stretched out his hand and tapped it lightly.

With its movements, the light wheel condensed by the National Games at the back of the head seemed to be squeezed, and it shrank by half in an instant.

The light wheel, which was originally brighter than a searchlight, is now slightly inferior to a small flashlight.

With the addition of the fortune of the country, the spell was completely formed, and it floated towards Zhang Ke, as if it wanted to stick to him.

Naturally, Zhang Ke couldn't just sit back and watch this thing stick to him.

Immediately mobilize the accumulation of real fire around, and rush towards the black spell
(End of this chapter)