Starting from Yaoqing, make history into a myth!

The vast river of blood behind him evolved.

Demonic energy rushed out.

The first time.

Engulfed a hundred miles.

Countless people were controlled, fell to their knees, and prayed to Basiba for sacrifice.

Only those who control power are left by him.

Fortunately, not long ago, the big figures of the Bald Eagle Empire had not completely lost their minds and placed this sacrifice in the capital.

Otherwise, the bald eagle will be completely finished.

But even so.

Many bald eagle masters who were shrouded in demon flames and a sea of blood also trembled.

I looked at this scene dumbly.

The sad eagle cry in the sky screamed, and countless fanatical figures around it, the bodies of hundreds of thousands, nearly a million people were burning.

“What the hell did we do!”

One general knelt on the ground in pain and condemned himself.

Even those indifferent politicians.

At this moment, I also fell into despair.

Originally, they thought that the so-called sacrifice to each other was equivalent to just offering to a god.

Even if it is a human sacrifice.

It won’t be an exaggeration.

After all, the other party controls himself and others, obviously does not want the country to be destroyed too ruthlessly.

Even the state festival is the same.

But now…

Millions of people are burning.

The fortunes of the country are in agony and destruction.

Since the country of Xia, and even the several inspections on the neon side, it has shown the importance of national fortune to a country.

But now.

But the other side is devouring the national fortune.

This is to make the bald eagle perish!

Stealth.

Great earthquake shaking.

The distant Yellowstone volcano in Beszhou is shaking.

It was as if it was about to erupt.

The sea roars, the shore beats, and the weather changes dramatically.

It’s just the beginning.

The entire Bald Eagle Country began to react terrifyingly, because Basiba was not consuming the national fortune, but devouring the national fortune.

With the help of the power of national fortune, gather countless Yuan God fragments scattered around the world for yourself.

Accompanied by vast sacrifices.

The power continued to converge towards the thousand-zhang Demon Buddha Illusory Shadow, constantly consolidating.

Some kind of fragment of light gathered in the void.

Keep growing taller.

In just a few seconds.

He swelled several times.

Head towards the mark.

He is a restoration, absorbing and gathering the lost Yuan God fragments, so his growth is extremely rapid.

It’s already too late.

A certain president looked at this scene.

Fell into desperate sluggishness.

He has always wanted to make the Bald Eagle great again, the star president, but now, he will become a sinner of history.

And at the same time.

Countless people who saw this scene through the original live broadcast of the sacrifice.

At this moment, it is even more terrifying.

Or scolding, or reprimanding, or panic, panic, or whatever.

This is an extraordinary and unprecedented disaster.

Originally, the attention caused by the Ming background on the Xia Kingdom’s side was all attracted to this side.

Because compared to visions, the demon Buddha is a matter of life and death for countless people, and even the destruction of the world’s largest country.

Even other countries are solemn-eyed at this moment, and the rabbit is sad.

Although in the past they were dissatisfied with the hegemony of the bald eagle, they also wanted to let the other party fall.

But I never thought of it this way.

And that demon Buddha.

What the hell did the bald eagle do.

How many people ask this question.

And even how many countries are afraid.

Faintly, in fact, many people have already guessed something, perhaps the return of the extraordinary backhand.

Especially the countries that used to plan together.

I am even more glad that I was not the one who carried out this plan in the first place.

“Extraordinary, not easily touchable by mortals!”

A sigh.

It is a lesson in countless lives.

And with the fear and despair of billions of people.

Finally.

In the piercing of a ray of light, the distant sky light pierced the devil flame, and endless clouds and thunder scattered the long sky.

It was like a groundbreaking noise.

A roar.

“Evil beast, Erdain!”

The voice fell.

A round of Dao Fruit Heaven and Earth was like a blazing sun, booming, smashing in this direction.

The void turns into powder.

The whole sky crumbled.

Substance annihilation.

Rules are intertwined and stretched out from the fruit of the Dao, forming a huge net and towering over the heavens and the earth.

Lock everything around.

The sacrifice process was forcibly interrupted.

Blocking power.

Prevent Basiba from becoming strong again.

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And with this roar and the power of the Dao fruit descended.

Correspondingly.

It’s a sigh.

Then it suddenly sounded.

A flower suddenly manifests.

Formed under the gaze of all.

Miao Li swayed.

Stir the rules.

From withering to blooming, to flowers and bones, to nothingness.

It’s like stepping back in time.

Countless demon flames are extinguishing.

Or even backwards.

The essence yuan was extracted back to those people, and even the bald eagle.

Although some forces have been completely devoured.

Can’t return.

But it also preserved the existence of a small half, let them regain their senses, and also let the bald eagle national fortune, which was about to be broken, not completely broken.

See this scene.

The interrupted Basiba didn’t even have time to be angry at these people interrupting the sacrifice, but was a little shocked.

“What is the truth of this!”

“Deny the past!”

“This is called psychology?”

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“How is this possible!”

Although I have long learned from some materials about the strength of the former scribe Wang Yangming.

Even called St.

But when he really grasped this power.

He suddenly found out.

He still underestimated this power.

Captured by the Netherworld.

Let him quickly understand the meaning of the evolution of this rule of truth.

Also because of understanding.

He felt fearful.

Ordinary people just think that this is a step back in time.

But it’s not.

What Basiba sensed was the power of negation.