"Ahhh..."
There was a loud cry. Ye Fan stood in front of the majestic temple on the top of the mountain, overlooking the bottom, the Crusaders who came from the Eastern Expedition seemed to have lost their sustenance, almost collapsed, and cried loudly.
The god died, and the whole world seemed to have collapsed, a gloomy and hopeless place, and it was hard for them to accept that two powerful protoss were shot one by one.
In the eyes of these devout believers, the entire world has lost its brilliance, and the world has come to an end. This is an unbearable weight and pain, and their beliefs have collapsed.
"Glory and faith are our life, fight for God!"
The crowd cried loudly, seeing death as home, and rushed towards the highest holy mountain in Jerusalem, wanting to carry out the final charge, but did not accept this cruel fact.
Ye Fan didn't say anything, he stretched out his finger and wiped down, there was an endless popping sound, blood was blooming, life was dying, and seven or eight knight leaders were wiped out.
After that, he didn't make any more moves, and sat cross-legged on the highest holy mountain and began to recite the "Saving People Sutra". full.
This scripture is the first of the three scriptures of Taoism. It eliminates natural disasters at the top, protects the emperor, and saves the people from poisoning at the bottom.
"Immortal dao is precious, life is immeasurable..." Ye Fan's voice was loud, rumbling like thunder, preaching and chanting scriptures on the holy mountain, and various visions appeared in the heaven and earth.
Ye Fan wants to go to another paradise in the Western Land, but if the current Crusaders don't get rid of their hostility, they may cause disasters in the Central Earth.
They blocked the way, all distraught. And Ye Fan didn't want to create a heinous massacre, so many people were cut off, it would be a peace, it's better to save it spiritually.
Auspicious colors descend from the sky, and sweet springs spring up from the earth. The dead wood sprouts, and the sick and disabled recover. Ye Fan's tongue is full of lotus flowers, all kinds of auspiciousness are presented, the celestial light is bright, and the sacred breath is lingering. He is like a god, saving all living beings.
One ancient word after another burst out from his mouth, turning into scriptures and imprinting them in the void, purifying everyone's soul and cleansing their primordial spirit.
Ye Fan didn't have any murderous intent, he was like a thousand-year-old immortal, and also like an immortal sage, every word he uttered was crystal clear, turning into a radiance that illuminated the sky, and fell into the sea of consciousness of everyone.
The terrifying murderous aura in the city of Jerusalem disappeared, and they were completely wiped out by him. Many knights had already rushed to the front, but they all threw away their weapons, and they were in a daze. This is the most powerful group of people.
At the foot of the holy mountain, there are even more groups of crusaders sitting cross-legged on the ground, their treasures are solemn, as if they have achieved enlightenment, their expressions are calm, and their whole people are peaceful.
Seeing this scene in the distance, an old and unaffected monk felt his hair grow backwards. What kind of a heaven-defying method is this? Comparable to the gods of ancient times, preaching, gathering believers, establishing a religion in one day can be respected by the world, and it can be passed down through the ages.
"The pickaxe is right and the left is suitable. Poni is evil spirit. Sad Zhao Junjiang. The south is the leader. Jingyi loses light. Hunyuan feels the fate..."
Ye Fan recited Taoist scriptures, surrounded by orchids, golden towers emerged, clouds were rising and clouds were rising, and the Dharma was diverse. The fairy king sat cross-legged in the nine heavens, and chaos nourished a lotus.
Say the scriptures once, and the devout believers will understand. Say the scriptures twice to worry about your ears and eyes. After saying the scriptures three times, everyone bowed their heads and their minds were clear. Say the scriptures four times, and the unexplained diseases will be eliminated. Say the scriptures five times, and the teeth will regenerate.
"Immeasurable bandits have thoughts. The sea of Tao produces waves. The law and righteousness are the same as a trickle. Nurturing plants into good seedlings. It is used to save the hungry and the poor..."
Ye Fan's vision gradually became one with his physical body. He sat high in the nine heavens, reciting the mysterious and yellow script of heaven and earth, and the sky was full of auspicious auspiciousness, falling down, completely covering Jerusalem.
It is almost impossible to see such great supernatural beings in today's world, and no one would devote so much energy and deeds to interpret scriptures and save so many people. In ancient times, this was a miracle!
This is not only to convert believers, but also to give them great benefits. Whether there is a problem with the practice or the shackles on the road, it will change and they will get great benefits.
In ancient times, this is the presence of gods in the world. If you are creating a pure land, it is the supreme way to gather faith. Once it is recognized and respected by the whole world, you can become holy immediately.
The hostility in the holy city of Jerusalem completely disappeared and turned into a peaceful place. Ye Fan suppressed this place with all his killing intent with the power of Dafa.
And in this process, Zhang Qingyang, the little celestial master, gained the most. He was a disciple of the Daoist sect, and protecting the Dharma behind Ye Fan felt like he had opened a window.
"Master, let's teach. There is nothing like this ancient miracle. The people below have been converted by you and become devout believers." He trembled.
"Heavenly Court." Ye Fan uttered these two words, which resounded through the sky, but he told Zhang Qingyang that he could preach in the future, but not now.
Zhang Qingyang nodded. This would be a grand and long-term goal for him to work hard for. The well-known Master Zhang embarked on a path of creation.
In the end, Ye Fan no longer showed his morality and chanted scriptures, and a group of people sat cross-legged under the holy mountain, all of them full of energy, completely gave up killing thoughts, and were spiritually purified.
He stood up, and a group of people below made a pilgrimage, their eyes were extremely pious, they were all praying, willing to follow him, and went to the Vatican to ask for the ancestral artifact.
Zhang Qingyang made his own claim and announced Ye Fan's Taoist position at this moment, calling him the Emperor of Heaven. For a while, the mountain's voice was heard endlessly, resounding all over the world.
Long Xiaoque, Zhan Yifan and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling that Zhang Qingyang really had the potential to be a magic stick. It was a bit inconceivable that a group of enemies could become believers like this in the blink of an eye.
"Master, please pass on to me the perfect scriptures for saving people." Zhang Qingyang said seriously.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand a little, and a piece of brilliance sank into the center of his brows, turning into a complex scripture with the imprint of his enlightenment, involving various details and processes of comprehending this scripture, allowing him to quickly understand it.
This is no longer a pure scripture for saving people, it is also mixed with Taoist scriptures, Xihuang scriptures, Hengyu scriptures and many other profound meanings that can save people's primordial spirit, forming a unique ancient scripture.
"It's time to leave." Ye Fan looked into the distance and started on the road.
"God!"
Under the holy mountain, one after another pious believers shouted, resounding through the sky, and many old people in the other two religious temples in the distance were dumbfounded. Even the god they feared was speechless and did not dare to make a move.
Ye Fan went down the mountain, with many followers, he left here in a mighty way, and went far away.
"I want to let the flowers of the heavenly orthodoxy bloom in every corner of the world, and establish an immortal teaching here." Zhang Qingyang said, very excited.
"Zhang Qingyang, you won't be accidentally poisoned by the master, right?" The other people muttered and said in a joking tone.
"You don't understand, Lijiao is immortal... I seem to have sensed something vaguely, and it's hard to explain now." Zhang Qingyang said in a daze.
The Vatican, which means the land of the prophets, is the most famous cave in the West. It is the resting place of ancient gods and has endless myths and legends.
Ye Fan went west, and not long after he left Jerusalem, all the news spread through various means, shocking the Western orthodoxy!
The last two Protoss were shot, and all the glory and halo were dimmed, and the Crusaders became his bodyguards, became his devout believers, and started the Western Expedition.
Go West!
Many ancient families can't sit still anymore. Demons are coming out of the Middle Earth, aggressive and unfriendly. Is this trying to overthrow the Western orthodoxy
On this dark day, all Dao traditions were terrified. Demons emerged from the Middle Earth and traveled westward. No one thought that the situation would develop to this point, and it was extremely serious.
The only remaining gods in this world are dead, now who can subdue this great demon of Middle-earth
"The Vatican is in danger. Although it has a profound foundation, it is not enough to see in this degenerate era. No one can suppress this devil."
"Wrong, that is the Lord of Heaven, be careful that he comes to save you."
"What should I do, should I go to help?"
"Don't worry, if I'm not mistaken, there are still paladins who survived the Dark Ages, and maybe they still have the power to fight."
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All parties are discussing, and they are all shocked by Ye Fandu's transformation of the Crusaders. Some can't accept this fact, and everyone is a little hairy.
After detouring outside the Vatican for a while, Ye Fan began to enter the ancient magic circle and walked into a primitive land, where the old trees are like dragons, and the ancient medicines are fragrant.
Since the ancient times, this place has been the spiritual soil that bred the gods, and there have been sages in the past dynasties. Now that the times have changed, it is impossible to have such masters, but they are also revered.
This is an ancient dojo, which is different from the Catholic center believed by ordinary people outside, but it can also absorb the power of faith from the outside world.
In the Vatican, there are a lot of big figures who are worried and frown deeply. Now that the demons of Middle Earth have come to their door, they have no bottom in their hearts.
However, some people were laughing, very relieved, and said: "Isn't it great that the gods are dead, the Bible is the crystallization of wisdom, Jesus is a respectable sage, and what are those few foreign gods!? At that time, we will meet the demons of Middle-earth. Our teachings are great. The existence of God allows the world to have a kind of spiritual sustenance, rather than providing spiritual cultivation for a few extraterrestrial protoss."
In another magnificent hall, a group of people were helpless, all worried to the extreme, the Protoss had been killed, how could the Vatican resist
In the end, the Pope spoke, his face as calm as water, and he said, "It's okay, God is not omnipotent, but I teach that he is omnipotent!"
"Your Majesty, is there anything you can do? The demons in Middle-earth are really powerful to the extreme." Someone showed shock and couldn't help asking.
"Do you know why a few protoss powerhouses only live in the holy city of Jerusalem, but never dare to come to this ancient dojo? Because they are afraid, here are the strongest men under the entire starry sky!" The Pope's eyes were deep, Unfathomable as the sea, sitting upright, as quiet as a mountain.
"Then why did you watch them being killed?" Someone asked in shock.
"What are they? It's just cooperation. In the past, they were occasionally needed to perform miracles. They are not real gods. They are just a few gods we have established, and they can be abolished at any time."
The Pope has thick hair, flowing brilliance, a snow-white face, and eyes as deep as the starry sky. Sitting high, his gestures and gestures move with a trace of the Tao, like a god.