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534【Millions of Years of Drought Accumulation】(2/2)

Once the thoughts in He Zhao's heart arose, they could not be dissipated for a long time.

With this thought in mind, I raised my arms.

"Don't blame me, why do we have different skin colors? Besides, you are the one who dances for joy in the world."

At first, when searching for arid areas, the United Desert States were introduced in detail. They are the lackeys of certain countries, and they are desperately waving flags and cheering in the international community. They can be called

Pioneer general.

And it is precisely by relying on the dog-licking style and licking "Daddy" comfortably that he can receive a large amount of aid funds to live. Otherwise, a small town with a population of less than 200,000 and no tourism industry would be high.

With support from sophisticated technology and so on, how can we live a nourished life?

"boom--"

A palm, just a palm.

A brilliant and dazzling white light filled the entire territory of the United Desert Republic.

At that moment, everyone participating in the carnival went blind.

The dark clouds disappeared in an instant, and the rain evaporated completely. The sand and gravel in the desert were severely impacted by the horrific disaster, and all crystallized in the blink of an eye. No, no, it should be said to be flowing liquid crystals. Moreover, they are constantly expanding.

In an instant, it spread to a small country on the edge of the country with a population of less than 200,000.

The houses, roads, transplanted green plants, people, animals, etc. they built, everything disappeared in the white light.

The invisible light is like God's messenger purifying the earth, evaporating everything that dares to be exposed to the light wherever it passes.

A country dies silently.

Then, the second country is close to the United Desert States, the third, the fourth, the fifth...

In short, all their neighboring countries will suffer.

Some people just see a glimmer of light and then all fall into endless darkness.

"rub!"

As soon as Wu Renzhao flew into the sky, he looked down at the white waves that were like army ants marching in the desert, swallowing up everything in their path, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

fear.

Everything dissolves into liquid in an instant, and those things that cannot become liquid disappear into ashes.

As a result, a crystallized earth stretching for tens of thousands of miles was formed.

The sunlight reflected on the ground blooms with colorful brilliance.

On the surface, it looks really beautiful.

In fact, it is a masterpiece brought to the world by the terrible drought.

"It's a good thing I held back my strength, otherwise the crystallized area would have been even larger."

If it is used with all its strength, a million-year drought will break out, which may be like the coming of the sun, causing a doomsday disaster.

"Return."

Now that the intensity of the cloudless blue sky phase has been experimentally demonstrated, there is nothing left to miss.

This time, what is returned is not the first save point, the time of [12:00:10], but the second save point, the timeline of the pursuit of Mahayana Buddha three hundred years later.

The expressions of hundreds of iron-clad monks were frozen in the mood of watching a show and eating melon.

He Zhao lowered his head and looked down at the golden skeleton with broken spine.

"call--"

He let out a deep breath and spent a hundred thousand years absorbing the breath of drought, causing his memory to fade a bit. If he didn't think about it carefully, he wouldn't even know when the second save point was.

"King Tseden!"

"exist!"

The head of the martial arts monastery of Bufa Temple, the legendary lucky second brother, stepped forward.

"Catch it back."

"yes."

Except for the one hundred and twenty elites brought from Bufa Temple, the iron rod monks in other temples were all dumbfounded.

Without him, the majestic Dharma King actually obeyed the instructions of a young monk.

They admit that the child is powerful and much better than themselves and others.

But why did His Holiness Tseden listen to him?

As for the child being stronger than the Dharma King, no one would think about it.

Cidan ignored the surprised and suspicious looks of others, stepped forward and formed a seal, and a burst of light flashed.

The legendary son of the witch shrunk down to the size of a palm and was held tightly in his hand. "Let's go."

A group of people came and went like the wind, and soon they completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Crack!"

In the crowd, a monk suddenly slapped his thigh.

"That's not right, the Dharma King did not give out what he promised. Are we... are we, are we being

…Have you been voted out by a white girl?”

After the words fell, everyone around was silent, and no one dared to speak ill of a Dharma King behind his back. If you are really an iron-clad monk of Bufa Temple, he would not do evil things to you behind your back!

"It shouldn't be possible. Bufa Monastery has a thousand-year tradition. What kind of person is Dharma King Tseden? How could he get fat because of a little money and broken promises? Everyone, please disperse. I'll wait for the news soon." Then, everyone nodded and dispersed.

On the other side, the current head of the old god of Bufa Temple also received the news that the son of the witch [Pfft——] was arrested. After that, he immediately brought the heads of the three courtyards and a group of monks in the temple to open the main door to welcome him.

No matter how little attention is paid to Mahayana Buddha, they are the children of a witch after all, which is the origin of the legendary plateau people.

In a sense, the outstanding disciple Solang has captured one of our ancestors.

Thinking of this, a group of monks suddenly felt like they had something to say.

An ancestor who was only four years old was brutally captured by his descendants.

It sounds a bit funny.

The group moved very quickly and returned successfully in almost a day.

"Hahaha, Suo Lang, you are indeed an outstanding disciple of this temple."

The host smiled and stepped forward, praising the child who was not as tall as his shoulders.

"Your Majesty Tsetan, thank you for your hard work."

After the words fell, the one hundred and twenty elite members of the Monk Academy all showed strange expressions. To be honest, the Dharma King was really not working hard.

Apart from the long journey and the sealing of the Mahayana Buddha, there was basically no consumption. Everything was done by outstanding disciples.

Especially that fierce blow, which directly hit hundreds of monks and the witch's son who were chasing day and night, until their spines were broken and they fell to the ground.

A group of them will always be unforgettable.

"Come on, Suo Lang is coming with me."

A group of three people, the leader, He Zhao, and Dharma King Cidan, walked towards the depths of the main hall. They did not stop until they came to the central hall and in front of a magnificent golden Buddha statue.

"Second Day."

Upon hearing this, the Dharma King stepped forward and took out a palm-sized Mahayana Buddha.

"open."

The host raised his hand a little, and on the altar table under the golden Buddha statue, there was a kabala bowl the size of a human head, with a whirlpool suddenly appearing in the bowl.

The next time he saw this, he hurriedly threw the Mahayana Buddha into it.

The next second, the golden skeleton disappeared.

"This is the treasure of our Bufa Temple. It is made from the skull of a great Drohan. It leads to a world of its own. There is no light, no time, no death in that world, only eternal silence.

"

"???"

No, it sounds a bit familiar!
Chapter completed!
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