The flying sword stands in the sky, with this as the center, inspires that mysterious sacrificial text, continuously absorbing the people's hearts and opinions from the soaring people, like a whale sucking water, without being saturated.

As the flying sword absorbed, the shape of the flying sword increased greatly, and circles of light rippled and flowed. It looked colorful, like a rainbow hanging across the sky, which was particularly beautiful.

The originally dark and gloomy sky became vivid because of this.

Such changes naturally attracted the attention of countless people. They looked up and looked around, wondering, but they couldn't find the answer.

"This, this is..."

The ancestor Sha was shocked and suspicious, and suddenly thought of something and cried out: "The way of virtue, the way of virtue, the way of virtue, inheriting the will of the people, becomes the way of gods!"

In the words, the word "英" is quite strange. It is because the general god absorbs people's opinion and becomes god, and the relationship with people's opinion is like people and food; while the wise way is different, but it is similar to the relationship between boats and water.

"Xiandao, someone actually cultivated it into Xidao."

"Who is it that has been lost for a hundred years and now it has appeared?"

The stinky monk and Huang Mengbi saw it and were both surprised.

The stinky monk was filled with emotion and sighed: "Xiandao is in charge, this is to win the hearts and opinions of the people in the city and kill the evil ancestor!"

The people's hearts cannot be ignored, and it is by no means a talk. If you only have a few people, or a thousand people, it is not terrible. But what about ten thousand people, one hundred thousand people, or even one million people?

As the momentum becomes ten thousand, the general trend is like a dragon, surging and erupting. Not to mention ordinary gods, even the real immortals and golden immortals may not be able to withstand it. It is not surprising that they are swept away by immeasurable torrents of new ideas and their souls are scattered.

Who says that all people are ants?

This is a joke. I don’t understand the root of the world’s fortune.

The will of the people is the will of heaven, and everything can be overturned.

The Sha Zuna has lived for nearly a thousand years and is the most top high-level warlock. He naturally understands the truth. When he thinks of the power, he can't help but feel tight:

He had been brewing for a long time and wanted to use his great powers to stir up winds and waves, flood Yangzhou, and plunder the evil spirits of millions of creatures. Because the Great City God of Yangzhou was not here, this plan went even smoother. It would take no time to drive water and break the city and create a thousand-mile country.

Even if two Taoist Shi Tianxia were coming out of the way, he was not worried that the plan would be blocked.

Under the pressure of overwhelming force, the two of them were just a mantis armed mantis to chariots.

The flood was a huge flood, and the dark clouds destroyed the city. It was a must-kill situation. I found that someone in the city had cultivated the Tao of virtue, which gave rise to the biggest variable.

In the early crisis, no matter how the creatures in the city pray or pray, how strong the people's hearts and opinions are, if no one leads them, they will be useless.

Even if there are gods here, they dare not absorb many thoughts without filtering. In the divine way, there are many specialties in absorbing incense. If you are not careful, you will be indigested and cause a series of consequences...

But the wisdom of the wise is different. It is unique and unique, and cultivates the way of the human world. It is best to use the hearts of the people to become a god. It is most suitable to show its power in such a situation.

Once the wise Tao comes out, all the people return to their hearts, and they condense into a powerful force, flying with the momentum of thunder, enough to sweep the world.

"No, we must not let him succeed!"

The Sha Zu had the first time that he was impatient. He saw that the other party's Xiandao's cultivation had not been greatly improved, and there were many shortcomings and flaws. If he took the opportunity to move, he would have a chance of winning. So he activated the evil spirit and the condensed giant hand was not big but small, but became more purely condensed, and finally formed the size of a house, which was shiny and shiny, and his body was revealed, as if he had the essence and became a real big hand.

The palm of the palm is like a cover, the five fingers are slightly bent, and there are also sharp nails.

This hand appeared, with a domineering and domineering style that covered the sky with one hand. It whistled down and grabbed the flying sword that was still constantly integrating the people's hearts and wishes.

"not good!"

"Stinky monk, let's take action quickly and get rid of the evil ancestor."

Huang Mengbi's eyes were sharp and she immediately judged the key to the situation.

In order to deal with the flying sword, the Sha Zu almost adjusted most of its cultivation, and the pressure on the Sha Monk and Huang Mengbi was greatly reduced. But the two of them were very keen. This moment was not a time to worry about gains and losses. The flying sword had to be condensed into a general trend in order to defeat the Sha Zu.

And what they have to do is to force their output and share the worries of Feijian.

So, the magic weapon, magical powers and all his strengths were summoned, constantly bombarding the evil ancestor's soul hiding in the dark clouds.

These attacks cannot be underestimated, especially the Huang Mengbi's pen, the world's sentient beings, is the best among magic weapons, with a huge power bonus. Every time you wave and fly, you can defeat a small part of the dark clouds.

Dark clouds are evil spirits, and they are also the natal magic weapon condensed by the Shazu. The two are connected. Dark clouds are destroyed, and Shazuzu himself is not feeling well. However, he can't take so much care of it now. He must first destroy the Xiandao Flying Sword in order to grasp the chance of winning.

Squeak!

Amid the sour sound, the giant hand grabbed the flying sword with his hand.

The five fingers are combined and the palms are turned. A touch of color that originally appeared in the sky is immediately covered and becomes black again.

"No!"

All living beings, who saw this scene, couldn't help but shout: Although they are ordinary people and have limited knowledge, how can they not know which one is better or worse in the current situation? They subconsciously regarded the huge dark cloud hand as the culprit of this disaster, and the appearance of the flying sword represents a glimmer of hope and a glimmer of hope.

The giant hand grabbed the flying sword, wasn't it going to cut off everything?

In an instant, the desire to survive was unprecedentedly strong, so people were unwilling to be destroyed by flying swords. They all hoped that the flying swords could defeat the dark clouds in one fell swoop.

Between love and hate, countless new thoughts flocked out, unified and pure, with almost no unnecessary distractions.

The power of this public thought is so magnificent and huge that it spreads over the entire Yangzhou City. The blood and literary qi are rippling, and the storm of literature are joined without any grudges.

The general trend will make you lucky!

In the Yangzhou Academy Plaza, two slightly charming red pieces appeared on Ye Junsheng's cheeks, waving his drumsticks, and his hands were exposed, as if he had knocked out all his strength.

The drum beats the banana leaves like rain.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and pursed his lips gently said: "I'll kill!"

His hands suddenly stopped, and the song "General's Order" stopped, and the whole room was silent.

Buzz!

The sword light in the world is like a butterfly breaking through the cocoon, with a hundred feet of light, wrapping an unparalleled aura that breaks out of the clouds and illuminates half of the sky.

"ah!"

Above the sky, there was still a tragic howling, and then the dark clouds dissipated and the rain stopped.

Outside the city, the river water that had been surging and roaring was like exhausting all its strength, slowly began to fall back, retreat, and finally calm down.

After the rain, the sky is clear, and a brilliant sun shines on it.

There was no cloud or rain, and there was no sword light that was scattered hundreds of feet wide. The sky was blue, as if everything that happened before was a hallucination of people and they had a nightmare.
Chapter completed!