The World That Tao Rules

The reason why Jiang Yun wants to continue to look at it is naturally to want to see his master.

For the doubts of the old man, Jiang Yun did not pay attention to it.

Just as they believe that the altar of heaven and earth will never mistake the identity of the murderer, Jiang Yun also believes that his master and master, will never be the murderer!

No one else would open his mouth and continue to look at the picture. Only the Oriental Bo is still there, and the crying in his mouth has turned into a silent cry.

In the picture, the murder of the Mozu people has reached a climax, and everyone has completely lost their senses.

This world, which should have been their home, has become a Shura field with flesh and blood.

The cause of their melee, Dongbo, is that no one will pay attention to it.

He was lying alone on the ground of the altar of heaven and earth. Although his eyes were always turning slightly, he still did not wake up.

Surrounded by a large number of bodies, he looks like a corpse.

When the melee lasted for a long time, it was cold and suddenly came up from the sky!

Hearing this voice, Jiang Yun’s heart suddenly shocked.

He knows that this is the voice of his master!

Nine of the strong strong people changed their faces. They did not see the old figure in the eyes of Dongfang Bo, so they did not know that in the world of the lonely people, in addition to the tribe and the Oriental Bo, there are other The outsider was present.

However, they all looked at Jiang Yunyun, and the master who knew the voice should be the one Jiang Yun wanted to see!

This coldness, like the Thunder, blew in the ears of all the radicals in the fierce battle.

The direct shock made their bodies all tremble, everyone was chilling, and they finally woke up!

After waking up, the murderousness and jealousy on their faces were immediately replaced by shock and fear. The busy ones stepped back and opened the distance with their opponents.

After they stood firm, this turned their eyes to the surrounding!

At this time, the death of the ethnic group of the dead is almost half.

A large amount of blood has gathered into a small stream, flowing over the earth, and there are corpses everywhere, which looks shocking.

The tragic situation in front of us made all these still-lived people of the country stunned.

They wondered if they were dreaming because they couldn't believe that they were the same roots and they would kill each other to this extent!

But looking at the body that was stained with blood, I felt the intense pain from all over the body, letting them know that all this is not a dream, but a **** reality!

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a crying sounded extremely loud.

It was a young man who saw his parents who fell in a pool of blood and couldn't help but burst into tears.

As he cried, the people of the ethnic group began to cry.

Some are still standing there, some are sitting on the ground with their ass, and the face is like a gray, lost soul, just like a walking dead.

"The erect, the strongest one among the nine people who died, I originally had some expectations for you."

"But I didn't expect that I would see such a wonderful drama!"

At this moment, the indifferent and ridiculous voice rang again, and a middle-aged man appeared in the eyes of all the rams!

Ancient is not old!

Although the ancient is not the appearance of the boy, but Jiang Yun still recognized it at a glance, and there is some excitement in his heart.

I haven't seen Master for a long time, even if I can only see it in the memory of my master, it can be said to be masturbating.

For the emergence of the ancients, the Mozu people did not have any reaction at all, and even many people did not look at him.

After the ancients said this, they ignored all the people, and they put their hands on their backs and slowly entered the altar of heaven and earth and came to the front of Dongfang Bo.

At the moment, Dongfang Bo, although the body has stopped changing, but most of the body remains transparent, and the eyes are turning, and I don’t know if I am awake.

"Although this lonely family has made me very disappointed, but it is really a bit of a thing to kill the Nine-Family. I can forcibly leave a dead child in the birthplace!"

"However, his situation is already very bad. If he does not want to save him, chances are that he will be scattered."

"Since you and I can meet, it is a fate."

"And in this place, the place that can save you, I am afraid that there is only my market!"

"You are not a lonely person, then I will take you back and save your life!"

Having said that, the old man turned his head and glanced again at the still-like people who were still walking like a dead body. They smiled coldly: "As for these lonely people, it is not worth my shot."

"There is no difference between living and dying!"

When the voice fell, the ancients raised their hands and prepared to take the Oriental Bo away. Suddenly there was a faint sound and sounded: "And slow!"

The old man looked at the eyes and looked at the direction of the voice.

It is the patriarch of the patriarch who speaks!

This patriarch is now as old as a few hundred years old. He has a strong sense of death and a weak voice. "You should be the one sent by Taoism?"

The ancients did not smile proudly: "People? No one in this field is qualified to assign me!"

The Mozu patriarch nodded and said: "Whether you are a Taoist, since you are willing to take the Eastern silence, it is a good thing for me."

This sentence, let the old in the picture, let the Jiang Yun and the strong strong outside the picture, can not help but frown, no one understands the meaning of the words.

When the ancients took the Oriental Bo, how did they have a favor for the lonely?

The Mozu patriarch did not explain it, and then said: "We have seen the situation in our present situation. As you said, there is no difference between living and being dead."

"Even so, we have no face to live any more."

"So, I am still willing to complete the last sacrifice in my life and try to fulfill the silence of the East."

"As for other people, they are willing to sacrifice to sacrifice, not to sacrifice, then go with them!"

After that, the patriarch of the patriarch did not give the opportunity to open the old age, nor did he say a word to his own people. He had already raised his hand to his own eyebrows and completed the death sacrifice very simply.

Looking at the other side of the light points into the body of the Oriental Bo, the face of the old is exposed to the thoughtful color.

"I am also willing to use the sacrifice of death to complete the silence of the East!"

Suddenly, there was a voice, and a Mongolian man with a horrible color reached out to his own eyebrows and sacrificed his death.

Obviously, after such a tragedy, the actions of the patriarchs made these still-lived Mozu people seem to find a way to atone for sin.

One by one, they began to fight for the sacrifice of death and sacrifice themselves to become the Oriental Bo.

The transparent body of the Oriental Bona, with the integration of the light points of these people, gradually became solid.

However, there are still some ethnic minorities who have not sacrificed their lives to Dongfang Bo.

They chose to commit suicide because they really have no face to continue to live.

In the end, the whole world is left with the ancient and the oriental Bo, and the bodies of all the mortal people!

Seeing here, the faces of the nine lonely strong men with unbearable faces finally showed a sigh of color.

They finally understood why the heaven and earth altar would regard Dongfang Bo as the murderer of the killing of the ethnic minorities.

Because of the body and soul of Dongfang Bo, there are many sacrifices of the Mozu people!

Just then, there was a sudden scream in the picture. Dongfang Bo finally woke up and looked at the sky with a sigh of relief, until his eyes appeared in the old age, and he heard the old voice.

"Your people are all dead. If you like, I can accept you as a disciple!"