The Black Wind King fell heavily to the ground, howling hysterically.
A quarter of an hour later, his extremely unpleasant howling finally disappeared. Xia Rumeng, who was covered in blood, gasped, slowly straightened up, waved the silver sword in her hand gracefully, and smiled at the Faceless Buddha.
The Qi of moving around nourishes the body. In this life, Xia Rumeng was born into a noble family. After becoming the consort, he was even more wealthy and well-fed.
At this moment, he could not see the embarrassment of the low-level pawn of the Barbarian God clan in his previous life. His every move showed the grace and elegance that a top noble should have. Even if he was covered in blood, he was still calm and elegant.
A drop of blood hanging from the tip of the long sword was flicked away, and with a flip of his hand, the long sword turned into a sword light and sank into his arm.
Xia Rumeng clasped her hands behind her back, raised her face stained with a little blood, looked at the sky and smiled leisurely: "Great Abbot, there is no way for us to look back."
The Faceless Buddha looked at Xia Rumeng coldly: "Yes, Your Highness, there is no way back for us."
They seem to have forgotten that they are full cousins.
They deliberately forgot that they were full cousins.
The things of yesterday, like withered yellow flowers, will eventually be forgotten.
Now, one of them is the powerful abbot of Honglian Temple, and the other is the extremely noble Prince Consort of Sui Dynasty... Oh, no, the extremely noble first-class Duke of Wu Kingdom.
Duke Zhenman's name is a bit crude, but it has a profound charm. Xia Rumeng is like a treasure, he cherishes it very much and cares for it very much.
The same goes for the Faceless Buddha.
What Xia Rumeng was thinking was exactly the same as what he was thinking.
There are no more cousins with different numbers. The past life has completely become a dream. Only the current life is real.
"His Majesty said that we should handle all the follow-up matters." Xia Rumeng's soul power was like a wave of water, covering the entire county. The county and city were in ruins, with only ten of the people left, and all that remained were young men who were forced to become thieves.
The other old, weak, women and children were either killed directly when the city was broken, or they died after being unbearably humiliated these days.
The remaining young men all looked frightened. Many of them had scattered and crazy eyes. They were already schizophrenic and completely collapsed.
"These noble and aloof gods, we have to put an end to the troubles they cause." The Faceless Buddha sighed: "This is the cause and effect. Without our protection and our connivance, how would their essence and blood clones be able to survive?" Could there be such a big mess in Sui Dynasty?"
After a long sigh, the Faceless Buddha flew high into the sky.
A golden light wrapped in a large piece of purple energy rose up from behind his head, and a golden wheel of merit with a diameter of a hundred feet slowly emerged. The golden light and purple energy was like the scorching sun, shining on the void tens of thousands of miles in radius.
Compared with the big gold cake behind Wu Tie's head, the quantity and quality of the golden light of merit of the Faceless Buddha are tens of thousands of times worse, but the golden wheel of merit with a diameter of a hundred feet is really astonishing.
In fact, as the abbot of Honglian Temple, if you want to do evil, you can commit heinous crimes; if you want to do good, the merits will naturally roll in, and the monk does not even need to do it himself.
"This merit is something that a poor monk is ashamed to receive. Today, I will return it to you."
The Faceless Buddha shouted loudly, and then began to recite the salvation scriptures of Honglian Temple. Countless golden lights smaller than sesame seeds condensed into words that looked like substance. They sprayed out from his mouth like a torrential rain and fell on dozens of counties captured by Black Wind Old Village in all directions.
King Black Wind only captured these counties and committed evil wantonly, but did not extract the souls and blood essence of these ordinary people.
Dozens of counties were turned into death realms, and the Yin Qi between heaven and earth was extremely strong. The souls of countless killed people were entangled in Yin Qi, and stayed among the ruins, unable to enter reincarnation immediately.
Golden light fell from the sky, and every golden text was integrated into a soul.
A series of translucent souls wrapped in a faint golden light smiled, slowly flew up from the ruins, knelt down and bowed to the Faceless Buddha from a distance, and then disappeared silently into the void.
The golden wheel of merit behind the Faceless Buddha shrank slightly, and the people who were killed in dozens of counties were saved in a very short time. With the blessing of a trace of merit and golden light from the sacrifice of the Faceless Buddha, the talents and qualifications of these people in the next life will definitely surpass their peers.
In the city, those young men who were lucky enough to survive were also penetrated by the golden light.
Each of them was smiling, their expressions suddenly became extremely relaxed, their muscles relaxed, they fell to the ground, and fell into a deep sleep. All the negative energy in their hearts will be eliminated by the golden light of merit, and they will be able to live smoothly in the future.
Dozens of counties that were once gloomy and bleak soon became sunny, vibrant and peaceful.
Faceless Buddha and Xia Rumeng bowed to the young men sleeping in the ruins, then turned around and walked away on the clouds.
"The poor monk is the faceless Buddha of the three living Buddhas in Honglian Temple... I have met His Royal Highness."
"You're welcome, great monk. From now on, we should keep in touch with each other."
"This is exactly the truth... Prince Consort, please!"
"Please, the next place is only half a day's journey away."
In the boundless void, in the dark space, within a giant mountain range flying rapidly in the void, palaces of simple shape but huge size stand majestically.
The barbarian god clan is divided into several gods. According to their blood lines, they respectively 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 well-developed limbs and simple minds.
Outside the temple dedicated to the God of Violence, in a small hall that was neither big nor small and covered an area of acre, a furious roar suddenly came. The next moment, a terrifying sound of bones shattering was heard. Several beautiful human girls twisted their limbs, drew a sharp parabola, and were thrown out of the hall.
"Despicable... despicable..."
A giant man who was seven to eight feet tall, with muscles all over his body, green skin, and blood vessels as thick as a sea bowl protruding from under the skin, beating like a python, rushed out of the hall, roaring hysterically.
"Traitor, damn traitor... Wu... Wu... Wu... Damn, who are they?"
The giant man hit his head angrily with his fists, making a 'booming' sound, like thunder.
Wu Tou slowly walked out of the Temple of Violence, tilted his head and looked at the giant man: "Wu Ping (du), what little bit of brain matter you have left has been sprayed out by you? Are you crazy? Are you stupid? Do you want to smash your own head and commit suicide?"
Wu Tou's figure flashed, and he suddenly arrived beside Wu Ping, and then kicked him away.
"If you want to die, I'll help you!" Aconite 'Gaga' laughed wildly.
Wu Ping lay sprawled on the ground, unable to get up for a long time. Hearing Wu Tou's words, he trembled and screamed at the top of his lungs: "No, Your Highness, two despicable low-level warriors, they betrayed the powerful Barbarian God clan!"