The Black Wind King fell heavily to the ground, howling hysterically.

A quarter of an hour later, his extremely terrifying howl finally disappeared. Xia Rumeng, covered in blood, gasped, slowly straightened her waist, waved the silver sword in her hand gracefully, and smiled at the Faceless Buddha.

He lived and moved his energy and nourished his body. In this life, Xia Rumeng was born in a noble family. After becoming the son-in-law, he even had rich clothes and food, and was extremely prosperous.

At this moment, he could not see the embarrassing appearance of the young pawns in the lower class of the Barbarian God clan in his previous life. His every move showed the grace and luxury that the top noble should have. Even though he was covered in blood, he was still calm and elegant.

He bounced off a drop of blood hanging from the tip of the sword, flipped his palm, and the sword turned into a sword light and penetrated into his arm.

Xia Rumeng raised her face with a few blood stains on her back, looked at the sky and smiled leisurely: "Big Abbot, we have no way back."

The faceless Buddha looked at Xia Rumeng coldly: "Yes, Your Highness, Prince Consort, we have no way back."

They seemed to have forgotten that they were the cousins ​​of their relatives.

They deliberately forgot that they were the cousins ​​of their relatives.

Yesterday's events are like withering yellow flowers, and they will eventually be forgotten.

Now, one is the abbot of the Honglian Temple who is of great power, and the other is the extremely noble son-in-law of the Sui Dynasty... Oh, no, the extremely noble first-rank duke of the Wu Kingdom.

The Duke of Zhenman has a rough name, but the charm is profound. Xia Rumeng and treasures are cherished and cared for.

The same is true for the Faceless Buddha.

What Xia Rumeng thought was exactly the same as what he thought.

There are no cousins ​​with many numbers in Wushao and many cousins. The previous life has completely become a dream, and only the current life is real.

"Your Majesty said, we must handle all the follow-ups." Xia Rumeng's soul power was like water waves, covering the entire county city. The county city was withered, and one out of ten people was left, leaving behind all the young and strong people who were forced to follow the thief.

Other elderly, weak, women and children, were killed directly on the day the city was destroyed, or they were dead after being humiliated these days.

The remaining young and strong people were all panicked, and many of them looked scattered and crazy, and they were already schizophrenia and completely collapsed.

"We have to end the troubles caused by these noble and noble gods." The Faceless Buddha sighed: "This is cause and effect. If it were not for our protection and our indulgence, how could their essence and blood clones cause such a big mess in Suichao?"

After a long sigh, the Faceless Buddha flew into the sky.

A golden light behind his head was wrapped in a large piece of purple aura, and a golden wheel of merit that was a hundred feet in diameter appeared slowly. The golden light and purple aura were like the scorching sun, illuminating the void that radiated tens of thousands of miles.

Compared with the big golden cake behind Wu Tie's brain, the faceless Buddha's merit golden light is tens of thousands of times worse in quantity and quality, but the merit golden wheel with a diameter of hundreds of feet is really amazing.

In fact, as the abbot of Honglian Temple, if you want to do evil, you can be extremely guilty; if you want to do good, then the merit will naturally come, and there is no need for the monk to take action himself.

"I am ashamed of this merit. Today, I will give it back to you."

The Faceless Buddha shouted loudly, and then began to recite the sutra of Honglian Temple. Countless golden lights smaller than sesame seeds condensed into solid texts, and spurted out from his mouth like heavy rain, falling to dozens of counties captured by Heifeng Laozhai from all directions.

King Black Wind only captured these counties and counties and did evil wantonly, and did not extract the souls and essence of these ordinary people.

Dozens of counties turned into dead lands, and the yin energy between heaven and earth was extremely rich. Countless souls of the killed people were entangled with yin energy, trapped between ruins and walls, and were unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible.

Golden light fell all over the sky, and every golden word was integrated into a soul.

The translucent soul, wrapped in faint golden light, smiled and flew up from the ruins, kneeled and bowed to the Faceless Buddha from afar, and then quietly melted into the void.

The golden wheel of merit behind the Faceless Buddha was narrowed slightly, and the murdered people in dozens of counties were properly saved in a very short time. With the blessing of the golden light of merit sacrificed by the Faceless Buddha, these people's talents and qualifications in the next life will definitely be beyond their peers.

In the city, those young and strong people who survived by chance were also penetrated by golden light.

They smiled one by one, and their expressions suddenly became extremely relaxed. Their muscles relaxed, fell to the ground, and fell asleep deeply. All the negative energy in their hearts was eliminated by the golden light of merit. They could live smoothly in the future.

Dozens of originally gloomy and bleak counties quickly became sunny and full of vitality and peace.

Faceless Buddha and Xia Rumeng bowed to the young and strong men who were sleeping in the ruins, then turned around and left on the clouds.

"I am a monk, the three faceless Buddhas who appeared in Honglian Temple... I have seen His Highness the Prince of the Consort."

"You are kind to the great monk. From now on, we will do more contacts."

"That's the truth... Prince Concubine, please!"

"Please, the next place is only half a day's journey."

In the vast void, in the dark space, a huge mountain range flying rapidly in the void, a simple but huge palace stands tall.

The barbarian god clan has several divine systems. According to the bloodline, they believe in the god of war, the god of violence, the god of killing, the god of cruelty, the god of courage, and other barbarian gods with developed limbs and simple minds.

Outside the temple dedicated to the God of Violence, a small hall that covers an area of ​​about acres suddenly came with a roar of pirates. The next moment, a terrifying sound of bone shattering sounded, and several beautifully-looking human girls twisted their limbs, drew out a sharp parabola, and were thrown out of the hall.

"The lowly...the lowly..."

A giant man, who was seven or eight feet tall, had a knotty muscles all over his body, and his skin was green. Blood vessels as thick as sea bowls raised from under his skin. A giant man who was jumping like a python rushed out of the hall and roared hysterically.

"Traitor, damn traitor...wu...wu...wu...damn, how many of them are?"

The giant man angrily hit his head with his fist, making a 'bang' sound, just like thunder.

The aconite slowly walked out of the Temple of Violence, tilted his head to look at the giant man: "Wu Feng, have you sprayed the only tiny brain you have left? Are you stupid? Do you want to break your head and commit suicide?"

The aconite flashed, and suddenly arrived at Wu Feng's side, and then kicked him away.

"If you want to die, I'll help you!" Aconitu laughed wildly.
Chapter completed!