Chapter 861 A Blade Cleaves Through Clay, Shattering the Old Heavens

The Four Prefectures of the Southeast, a curse born of the people's resentment.

Xinshan Town, where a single copper coin buys a hundred shows.

The Iron Threshold King and the Ever-Victorious King clash in the north, masters from all sides fight in the battle formation, blood splattering, vying for supremacy.

The Ten Thousand Mountains, where Monkey Wine hangs and slaughters the Mixed-World King's sixty thousand troops, marching straight for Guanshan Zhu in Southern Border.

Any of these events, placed in the past, would be the grandest display of magic in the world in over twenty years, second only to Old Monarch Eyebrows flaying the Emperor's skin and Dragon Well cursing seventeen thousand royals.

But now, the magical battles from all directions have merged into one, disrupting Yin and Yang, spanning the underworld and the mortal realm. Its storms are dark, strange, and difficult; its momentum is magnificent, and its schemes are exquisite, even surpassing that battle that destroyed all of Du Yi.

No one knows how many extraordinary people and strange masters have joined this battle, nor how many half-immortals dwelling by bridges have died in this world-sweeping magical war.

All that is known is that within the Gu Master sect, thirteen upper-bridge Gu Masters have borrowed lifespans from their next lives to activate three great Corpse Gods, measuring the boundaries of heaven and earth, hoping to invite the heavens back to confront this curse of the people's resentment born of excessive taxation.

But these upper-bridge Gu Masters, any one of whom would have been enough to dominate the martial world in ordinary times, and any one of these Corpse Gods, who could have stirred up unrest in the world upon emerging from their coffins, have all been stopped in this small area of the Four Prefectures.

Some Corpse Gods were wrapped in black clouds, flying from the heavens.

And some people raised nine palace lanterns, each lantern illuminating a phantom of a golden-armored general, fighting fiercely above Cangshan Mountain.

Some Gu Masters severed their heads as a ritual, their heads flying in the air, eyes flashing with ferocity, killing anyone they looked upon.

And some people laid out a twenty-li incense formation along the lake, then conjured water into a mirror, freezing the lake and casting a spell, reversing the magical power descending to the mortal realm back onto its source.

Some people danced a strange and eerie dance, holding a small knife, cutting off their own skin, chanting incantations, the skin transforming into a dark cloud, heading straight for the sleeping people.

Wherever the dark cloud passed, all those asleep would inexplicably lose their lives. Then, some people would laugh heartily, spitting out a golden pellet, releasing brilliant divine light, tearing apart the cloud formation.

Before the Reincarnated Ones took action, no one knew what skills these otherworldly people had learned, or how profound their cultivation was.

But when they truly acted, they made the Gu Master sect feel despair.

They only had one night to invite the heavens back to block the curse of the people's resentment. To salvage the situation, they even resorted to borrowing life from their next lives. When they attacked, naturally, no one held back.

But on this night, they encountered opponents who were even less afraid of death than they were.

They borrowed the lifespan of their next lives, while these people didn't even care if they had a next life, burning their lives to the fullest, just to see you make a fool of yourself.

They couldn't win!

These Gu Masters exhausted all their means, but could only admit in despair that they truly couldn't win.

On the small town next to Xinshan Mountain, as those black shadows descended, as those people who had their grain seized rushed into the town, this puppet show gathering without an audience finally ushered in the liveliness it deserved.

But for these puppet show performers, who were skilled in unique arts but no longer recognized their own identities, it was the first time in their lives that they suddenly became afraid of these patrons who provided them with food and clothing.

Some people swallowed clouds and spat out swords, but some people smeared them in the face with dung.

Some people transformed fire into soldiers, but some people poured basins of cold water on them, making them look like drowned chickens.

Some people clanged and raised hundreds of iron puppets covered in weapons. As long as the silk threads in their hands were pulled, all the puppets would come to life, killing like grass, but facing the group of people who rushed into the small town, they didn't dare to attack.

Further away, Fufeng King already knew what was happening in the small town, and knew that the Zhao family's extraordinary people were being besieged by the rioters. Without hesitation, he mobilized his army.

First, there was a whistling sound in the air, created by the Iron Wing Army, forged by the Zhao family for the Fufeng King, flying in the air, attacking the small town. Then, seventy thousand troops, their hooves thundering, rumbled forward.

But facing the Iron Wing Army, some people below offered up stinky fish and rotten shrimp, conjuring black broken nets that flew into the clouds, directly entangling the Iron Wing Army and smashing them to death on the ground.

Facing the seventy thousand iron cavalry, cold figures appeared on the hills.

Each occupying a *hai shou* position (harmful head position), bowing from afar, rolling purple energy steamed, a vast plain, turned into a gloomy land of death, those who stepped into it, all died tragically, piled into a heap, the rest were horrified, and pulled on the reins, noisy, blocking the rear army's path.

They only looked at the figures burning incense on the hills in the distance, feeling like the King of Hell was calling their names, too terrified to take half a step forward.

Only after waiting for the long night to pass, morning light to appear, and the rising sun to scatter the thick fog, did they discover that the people on the hills had long been stiffened on the hills because of attracting too much evil energy.

But on their faces, they even wore a triumphant smile.

"Father..."

In the Puppet Show Town, sounds of fighting rose everywhere, firelight and drum light were a chaotic mess. Zhao Sanyi had panicked and ran to the person in charge of the Zhao family: "What are we still waiting for?"

"Those people are crazy..."

As a direct descendant of the Ten Families, his face now looked indescribably horrified: "They are fighting army formations outside!"

"They drove those who had no food to eat into the small town, but they are blocking the Ever-Victorious King's iron cavalry outside. This is flesh and blood, how can they fight against ten thousand?"

"Magical battles have wins and losses, losing still allows you to live, but they... they are seeking death."

"We... we should let them enter the small town and fight us..."

"..."

Facing Zhao Sanyi's nervous appearance, the Zhao family's leader seemed somewhat tired, only looking at the copper coin in his hand, as if lost, or as if waking up from a long dream.

After a long time, he looked up at Zhao Sanyi and whispered, "Sanyi, is our Zhao family martial world people, or are we honored gentlemen?"

Zhao Sanyi was stunned when he heard this, and anxiously said, "You usually have twenty maids serving you when you eat, and you're asking me this?"

The Zhao family's leader heard this and only smiled bitterly, then slowly shook his head: "Then, you should know what our Zhao family's truly powerful skill is."

Zhao Sanyi even trembled, then swallowed his saliva and whispered, "It's... it's the Skinning Method!"

The Zhao family's mother skill is Three-Point Heavenly Hands, which can steal everything in the world.

But the Zhao family's most powerful method is skinning, which comes from the Peeling Clothes Pavilion, one of the Eight Views of the Yellow Springs.

It is said that after death, all living beings, humans, birds, and livestock, must return to the underworld to weigh their karma, reward good and punish evil. No matter what they were when they were alive, they must come to the Peeling Clothes Pavilion to strip off their mortal clothes, which is also their identity.

Naked, they are all just humans, birds, and livestock, with no difference. If they want to reincarnate, they can only put on human skin, or animal skin, or bird feathers, and return to the mortal realm.

The Zhao family worships the Peeling Clothes Pavilion, and even stole three points of this skill, bringing it to the mortal realm, becoming the unique skinning method of the Puppet Show sect.

But this method is truly too cruel, so even Zhao Sanyi, when he mentioned this name, became hesitant.

"So, ah..."

The Zhao family's leader sighed, holding the copper coin tightly in his hand, slowly looking up, sighing: "We have already lost this magical battle."

"Because we have no skin to peel!"

In Zhao Sanyi's puzzled eyes, the Zhao family's leader looked at the angry faces all over the town, his voice seeming to contain endless decadence: "They only have a mouth that wants to eat."

"We could previously wrap rat skins on them to scare them, using life to control people, but they don't recognize it anymore. Sanyi, those worldly people opened their eyes for them, not to let them see through all our methods..."

"It's just to let them, and let ourselves see clearly, this layer of skin that our Zhao family has wrapped around ourselves, ah..."

"..."

Zhao Sanyi never thought he would see this scene. His father, who always seemed to have everything under control and always had superior vision, was now filled with tears, pointing wearily at the angry people in the town:

"Peel their skin?"

"Or peel the skin of those Reincarnated Ones?"

"Sanyi, if we attack them, our Zhao family, not to mention maintaining our dignity in life, even after death, our ancestral graves will be dug up..."

"Admit defeat!"

He seemed to use all his strength to say this: "Great merit deceives reason, great reason deceives the heart. Our Zhao family is best at peeling skin, but they, from the start, peeled off our skin first, ah!"

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In the Northern Lands, the Iron Threshold King and the Ever-Victorious King arranged their troops on two sides, the field already filled with rolling blood energy.

The Ever-Triumphant King went out to fight, and before he could determine victory or defeat, someone else couldn't wait to kill, shouting heroic words, but looking as if they were afraid they wouldn't get a chance to fight.

The Ever-Victorious King's side was all Upper-Bridge Year-Keepers, each with real skills. Now that they had chosen to fight generals, they couldn't even imagine that they would lose. On this battlefield, any Upper-Bridge Year-Keeper dared to be called invincible in an army.

Unless they met each other.

But once the fighting began, it was immediately unexpected. It was natural for the Ever-Triumphant King to have the qualifications to challenge.

The Zhou family had noticed him long ago. He was originally a Year-Keeper, and had long raised troops, honing himself in battle formations. Afterwards, he used the Meng family's bridge to cross the bridge. His skills, with water and fire complementing each other, had long formed his own school.

Fighting with Zhou family's Second Uncle, exchanging hundreds of blows, stirring up violent winds and flying sand and rocks, making others horrified, was still within expectations.

But when the others made a move, the Zhou family immediately felt something was wrong. People in the know recognized the reputation, recognized the origin of the skills, but they didn't expect that the opponents who came out one after another were all unfamiliar faces, yet possessed fierce skills.

Some people borrowed strength using *hai shou* methods, endlessly borrowing the strength of others onto themselves.

Borrowing the strength of three or five people was still fine, but borrowing the strength of twenty people, a hundred people, had already become a monster. Each person borrowing ten pounds of strength, a hundred people adding up to a thousand pounds of strength.

When a hammer smashed down, even an Upper-Bridge Year-Keeper would find it difficult to withstand.

What's more, he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, borrowing almost all of those people's strength, carrying ten thousand pounds of strength on his body, temporarily fierce like a madman, beating the Year-Keeper generals, barely able to hold on.

But he himself was clearly already tearing his flesh, burning his internal organs, but this madman was still smiling.

Some people used the Method of Governing Fate, using silver needles to pierce acupoints, burning their own souls, and swallowing a large amount of Blood Tai Sui and purple energy, turning themselves into a half-human, half-ghost monster.

Some people used the Method of Negative Spirits, which was indeed the right medicine, as everyone in the martial world knew that Negative Spirits countered Year-Keepers.

But since the fall of the Meng family, no Negative Spirit had dared to claim that they could counter the Zhou family. But today, they saw one, because others only carried one Negative Spirit, but he had invited hundreds of fierce ghosts.

When they saw that the guy with heavy shadows behind him, the ground turning black with every step he took, rushing over, the incense hall officials of the Year-Keepers sect turned around and ran.

They only felt it was incomprehensible: "You invited so many ghostly things onto your body, even if you win against me, how will they let you go?"

But the other party laughed loudly, chasing him around the field, shouting words that no one could understand: "Do you know what awesome things I did in my previous life? Before returning to my hometown, I looted all the platforms once..."

"How could this be?"

Even Iron Steed, the hall official, gradually panicked. He was the hardest worker because he had accepted the challenge from his own Miss Zhou Ying, and had rolled around fighting hundreds of rounds, without victory or defeat.

But the atmosphere in the field had made him afraid, unable to understand.

Finally, when Dumbs-the-Donkey was in high spirits, challenging three at once, defeating two, and cutting off the head of the third person with a single blow, he was also stabbed through the chest by the other party's headless corpse with a spear.

The Year-Keeper's wandering soul entered the underworld, passing through the Gates of Hell, but the Ever-Triumphant King, or rather, Dumbs-the-Donkey, only laughed loudly and sat down cross-legged.

Iron Steed's expression changed immediately.

He watched the other party's soul dissipate, the body sitting cross-legged on the ground, but he didn't see anything passing through the Gates of Hell. With a force in his hand, he shook off Fourth Miss Zhou, and then stared at Miss Red Wine.

"Farewell!"

Miss Red Wine looked at Dumbs-the-Donkey's figure and smiled in greeting.

Then, she looked at Iron Steed and smiled: "You only understand now?"

"Your ten battles are destined to be lost."

"We come from beyond the heavens, and do not belong to this world, so after death, we do not bother to enter the Gates of Hell, we only wish to gain freedom of the soul, eternal peace."

"Determining victory or defeat by entering the Gates of Hell, not to mention ten battles, even a hundred battles, we will not lose."

"..."

"That's called soul scattering and spirit dissipation!"

Iron Steed couldn't help but roar in a low voice: "That is the greatest curse in the world, and the most tragic end. How dare you say it so lightly, even treat it so like a child's play?"

"Could it be, could it be... everyone is not afraid of soul scattering and spirit dissipation?""..."

Miss Red Wine smiled and glanced at him, saying: "We do not seek fame, nor do we seek profit, we only wish to leave traces in the world, proving that we have been here..."

"You think this is terrible?"

"But we only think it's very romantic..."

"..."

On the battlefield, only people were laughing wildly. In the formation behind them, people were constantly squeezing forward. The life-nurturing Zhou family's masters were, for the first time, being forced to retreat step by step in battle by people outside the Year-Keeper sect.

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And in the Ten Thousand Mountains of the Southern Border, the Guanshan Zhu family, forced to the brink, directly gathered the Seven Grandfathers and activated the last drum of the Three Drums.

The Guanshan Zhu family's Three Gu Drums, the first drum is the Ferocious Heart Drum, already given to the Mixed-World King, which can awaken mountain snakes, but it has now been broken.

The second drum is the Ten Thousand Poisons Drum, which can forcibly control the world's Gu worms, but the Zhu family doesn't dare to use it.

Now, they directly activated the Soul-Sending Drum among the Three Drums. Once this drum is sounded, it can summon black clouds to cover the sun, and a vast fog to fill the sky. In the fog, the sound of dogs barking can be heard.

Anyone obscured by the fog will be torn and eaten by invisible evil dogs. When the fog dissipates, there will be no evil dogs to be seen, nor any injuries on the body, but they will become muddled, their souls incomplete, turning into fools.

This drum is connected to the Evil Dog Village among the Eight Views of the Yellow Springs. It is said that after a person dies, they will pass through the Evil Dog Village. There are wild dogs gathering and howling in the village. Those with money and offerings will feed the dogs and be able to escape. Those without money will be torn by the wild dogs.

The more of the body that is bitten off by the wild dogs, the more stupid the person will be after reincarnation, because their intelligence is innate, but their own intelligence has been bitten away by the wild dogs.

The Guanshan Zhu family has mastered the method of summoning the descent of the Evil Dog Village to the mortal realm, making whoever is smart, smart, and whoever is stupid, stupid.

And Monkey Wine, leaning against the Ten Thousand Mountains, saw the sound of drums ringing from the distant mountains, and a vast fog began to fill the space between heaven and earth, like a tidal wave covering the sky and earth, rushing towards him. In the fog, the sound of barking could be heard, one after another, fierce and unusual.

But he also laughed: "A little bit of skill, but not much."

"I have never understood why you don't use this bit of intelligence in creation and research, but only think about making those without wealth in the world even more stupid?"

"..."

In the laughter, he waved his flute.

The mountain wind passed through the holes, the sound of the flute floated on the earth, behind him, the eerie and complex Ten Thousand Mountains came to life at this time, actually changing positions behind him.

Then, there was the sound of mountain stones collapsing and squeezing, as if mixed with the crazy movements of some kind of living creature breeding. The next moment, huge flesh and blood suddenly grew wildly from the mountains, like giant pythons turning over.

Except for Monkey Wine and Guanshan Zhu, no one could stand firm at this time, and no one could see what was happening.

Those were the bamboo baskets that Monkey Wine had people bury in various positions in the mountains.

There were five bamboo baskets in total. One contained Black Tai Sui, one contained White Tai Sui, and then there were Green, Red, and Gold types.

The five types of Tai Sui bred crazily, as if turning the Ten Thousand Mountains into living things. Huge tentacles surged, even spreading underground, breaking earth and cracking rocks, drilling straight to Monkey Wine's feet, lifting his body into the air.

Monkey Wine, carrying the sky-filling, swollen, and crazy Tai Sui flesh and blood, as if looking at the fog floating under his feet, calmly opened his mouth: "I use mortal Tai Sui to refine Gu, to break your witchcraft Gu evil dogs that bring disaster..."

"In this way, can I persuade your witchcraft sect to hand over the path that you have hidden away?"

"..."

"..."

"This guy looks even scarier than Tai Sui."

Before Fierce Tiger Pass, Erguotou opened a jar to observe the world, and also saw the situations in all directions, the killings and births, the fortunes of heaven and earth.

Looking at the Four Prefectures in the Southeast, he only felt suppressed in his heart. Seeing those who were using their lives to block Chen family's Corpse Descent, he felt clearly depressed in his heart, but he also felt that he shouldn't show sadness while these unrestrained people were doing unrestrained things.

Seeing that the puppet show in Xinshan Town was broken, and the Zhao family's bones were extracted by the move of Opening Eyes for the Living, he couldn't help but clap his hands and admire it, feeling moved and wanting to participate.

Seeing that Digua Shao was playing crazy in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and Monkey Wine was even crazier, he felt a little horrified, feeling that that guy was even a bit indescribably terrifying...

"Eat something..."

Outside the altar, a wisp of fragrant wind lingered, and a woman wearing red clothes, holding a red lantern in one hand and carrying a food box in the other, appeared vaguely outside the altar.

She carefully watched Erguotou's figure flickering from time to time, vaguely, clearly looking like a small woman.

Red Lantern Niangniang was originally accompanying the Grain Protection Army on its expedition, as a existence to protect the Grain Protection Army, but now it was useless. All the capable people in the world had already taken action, and she was just a small Prefecture Lord who had been forced to come forward. What help could she give those people?

She returned in a daze, thinking left and right, and only felt sorry for Right Protector, who seemed to have not eaten anything for several days, so she took her own offerings to him.

"I don't want to eat rice, bring me the wine."

Erguotou let Red Lantern Niangniang enter the altar, took a bottle of wine from the food box, pulled out the stopper, and slowly poured the wine on the ground in front of him.

"Guys, have a good journey..."

Pouring the wine, he also felt it was funny. Who could drink this poured wine, who could smell it?

So he simply put it away and drank the remaining half himself, then threw the jar far away, and laughed: "Our generation has been hiding for twenty years, accustomed to being careful, who would have thought that we would end up playing so big?"

"But since we've started this..."

In Red Lantern Niangniang's worshipful eyes, he stroked his beard, suddenly laughed loudly, and turned his gaze to the Southwest, suddenly pursing the corners of his mouth:

"But since we've started this, let's play even bigger!"

"..."

As he spoke, he first winked, letting Little Red Lantern hide aside, and then pinched a magic seal. In an instant, the altar flags flew into the air, the stars shifted in the air, his gaze was like an arrow, pointing straight at the Southwest.

"The heavens want to kill people, and people also want to kill people."

And at this time, Yang Gong, the Mingzhou King, who took the initiative to accept this killing tribulation, felt his whole body heat up when he heard the woman holding the white cat asking if he dared to cut down this "thieving old heaven".

During this period of time, every step was a disaster, every day was a difficulty. He had long harbored endless fire in his heart, gritting his teeth and saying: "Cut it down, why wouldn't I dare?"

"It's just that my frostbitten troops, my brothers who died in the ghost disaster..."

"..."

"If the heavens don't let people live, people will let people live."

The White Wine Miss, holding the white cat, looked at Yang Gong. She was naturally proud, and even the Reincarnated Ones rarely saw her speaking seriously: "You can't rely on the gods in the heavens, because the true god is in the heart, and the god is that spirit."

"The spirit of the ancestors is the god, and the spirit of the living is the backbone!"

"If you lose your spirit, there will be no true gods in this world, only demons who deceive incense offerings, ignoring the suffering of the people, not blocking disasters, and not bestowing blessings. What use are they?"

Today's Yang Gong is no longer the person who was enlightened by a single pointer.

He understood everything in his heart, but he had suffered many setbacks and was inevitably hesitant. Today, these words seemed to speak to his heart.

"Yes."

He laughed: "Those who agree with my spirit are gods, and those who disrupt my steps are demons."

"I am really glad that I can meet you people, so that when I am afraid, I can always have a little more courage."

After speaking, he pointed to the temple in the wind and snow and shouted in a deep voice: "My Righteous Army was raised only to seize life for the people, but we have encountered continuous natural disasters and cannot move forward. Clearly, it is the ghosts and gods causing trouble, deceiving my army. Today, I, Yang Gong, will set up court here and question the heavens and earth:"

"If I have a mandate from heaven, then the ghosts and gods must bow their heads to me and protect the lives of my troops."

"If I, Yang Gong, am just a commoner, without a mandate from heaven..."

He paused, and said grimly: "Then I will not be governed by you. If you dare to send disaster to harm me, whether you are a god, a ghost, the old heaven, or a monster, I will cut off your head first!"

In the shouts, he had already had people push down the temple and pull out the statues inside.

For a time, the wind and snow became more urgent, dark clouds filled the air, and deep within the earth, there seemed to be the sound of the earth veins breaking and ghosts and gods crying.

As the temple was broken, in the depths of the mist, there seemed to be countless things with bared fangs and claws, roaring hoarsely, as if they were completely angered by his actions, or as if they only felt endless fear.

In front of the Grain Protection Army's formation in the wind and snow, green tents were stacked up layer by layer, and clay sculptures were dragged over and thrown in front of the tents.

All around were trembling redundant troops. They had come to serve the Mingzhou King only to fill their bellies and survive, but the Mingzhou King was constantly facing tribulations, rumors were spreading in the army, and they had long begun to suspect:

Whether the person they had joined was really just a commoner demon, whether their campaign to conquer the world with him would really end in a desolate end, hated by gods and ghosts, and without the face to meet their ancestors after death.

Among them, many were already afraid.

Setting up a court to cut down gods was disrespectful to the gods and to this heaven and earth. Wouldn't it really bring down divine punishment?

And in this worried gaze, Yang Gong had already sat in court, and the Evil-Doer Chang was already holding a knife, standing next to the clay sculpture.

"If the heavens don't let people live, people will let people live."

Yang Gong stared at the clay sculpture below the court, slowly raised his hand, swept his gaze over the surrounding troops, and shouted in a deep voice: "When this knife falls, I want the sky to clear and the snow to dissipate!"

"I want these ghosts and gods to bow their heads!"

"I want this old heaven to hear the cries of the mortal realm..."

Evil-Doer Chang's eyes shone, he had been waiting impatiently for a long time, holding out the treasured saber that had already been reconnected. When Yang Gong's voice fell, he had already raised it high with both hands, and slashed fiercely at the clay sculpture.

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At the same time, on Fierce Tiger Pass, Erguotou looked at that slash from afar, full of pride, starting to become fierce: "Slaughter all the demons and monsters, and exchange it for the people's hearts like dragons!"

"Since my little brother has chosen you, then I will borrow this knife from you to cut down all the gods who occupy positions without doing anything!"

The rolling killing intent made the Red Lantern Niangniang next to him tremble.

The altar flags that were flying next to Erguotou suddenly flew out one by one in all directions, the huge wind blowing, making the golden armor beside him rustle.

And also at this time, all the ghost walkers in the world were alarmed.

Including Zhang Agui, the hall official in charge of ghost walking affairs, Seventh Granny, the hall official in charge of reasoning, and countless commoners who were seeking life in this world of war and desolation.

In front of those temples, in front of those statues, they used their last remaining silver to burn incense and kowtow, but they still couldn't solve their hunger, and they still couldn't see any heavenly master coming to save them. But this night, they saw golden armor appearing everywhere.

Breaking through the temple doors, rushing into the temples, pulling out the statues inside, putting on shackles.

Those wandering gods, case gods, Prefecture Lords, and temple ghosts who had been enfeoffed by Du Yi and served by local nobles and gentlemen were all dragged out by golden armor strongmen. The temples where they enjoyed incense offerings were all destroyed, and the golden bodies cast with heavy gold were smashed.

They knew what had happened, so they all conveyed the message from the altar to the people in all directions: "Don't panic, it's just breaking the old and establishing the new!"

And while the killing tribulation was sweeping through the world, and there was chaos everywhere, the Beef-Free Disciples, except for some who joined the army to serve, the others all followed Beef-Free Senior Brother busy with the grand plan of "returning the gods to the people". The incense that was led out of Old Yin Mountain had already been led to the south and north of the world through this killing tribulation.

It was just that as they gradually spread out the stall, they also felt it becoming increasingly difficult.

Everywhere they went, local clans, gentry, wandering god temples, Prefecture Lord shrines, all had people obstructing them. Although spells could solve some of it, it was not good to directly let go and start killing.

Finally, at this moment, they heard the commotion outside in the night, rushed out, and saw the scene of earth shrines catching fire everywhere, and golden armor gods walking and escorting them. A sincere smile appeared on their faces:

"The azure sky is dead, the yellow sky shall rise!"

"Master, it is as you calculated, this day, we have finally waited for it..."