South of Nanmeng, Xingtui Town Although it was already summer, the weather was still not hot, and the gentle cool breeze was very pleasant.
The white mask hanging from the lintel of the town's only sanctuary was exposed to the starlight, making it look extraordinarily pale.
The church was renovated thirty years ago because of something that shocked the whole of Nanmon.
A man and a woman kill a group of starmen, including two of them, who claim to be messengers of gods, in a square outside the town.
What happened next became more and more unexpected, the Holy Lord of the Shura Sect, Huang Quan, led the Thirteen Sect Masters to surround the Star Palace for three years.
Both sides lost their troops, but this did not stop the people of Starfall from believing in the God of Light, nor did it prevent these people who believed in the God of Light from renovating the temple.
Under the blessing of the God of Light, the rebuilt sanctuary did not suffer any disasters and spent 30 years in peace.
But tonight doesn't seem to be very quiet, the youngest son of the Wang family, who lives in the southeast corner of the town, Wang Xiaobao can't sleep on the bed.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to pee, he slipped out of the house and stood alone in the empty street staring at the cold stars.
At this time, hanging in the sky, the largest red star swept across the sky with a blood-red tail of light, and landed on a hill southwest of Xingchui Town.
Surprisingly, when the stars fell, there was no sound.
Wang Xiaobao was stunned, he wanted to open his mouth to shout, but found that he couldn't make any sound in his throat.
After a while, two strange people came to the entrance of the town.
The one in front of him was tall with a white mask, and he was wearing a tight-fitting robe, which was not native to Southern Mongolia.
In the back was an old man with gray hair and a mask on his face, the shape of which was the same as that of the Templar.
The tall man came to Wang Xiaobao, stretched out his slender finger and touched the top of his head, and said coldly: "What do you want?"
Wang Xiaobao looked at the miserable white mask in a daze, he had seen this thing at the door of the temple more than once, but the fear in his heart still sprouted like mushrooms after a rain.
"I, I want to see fireworks."
Wang Xiaobao didn't know why he came up with this sentence.
The tall man raised his head, stared at the hill to the southwest for a moment, and slowly stretched out his finger.
Wang Xiaobao felt the earth suddenly shake, and a dazzling pillar of white light shot out from the tall man's fingers, hitting the hill straight.
The hill actually exploded, and countless gravel were lifted into the air by the huge shock wave, and the gravel seemed to be stained with white light, and half of the sky was lit up like flying jade shatters.
The tall man squatted down, stared at Wang Xiaobao, and said word by word: "Believe in the God of Light and get eternal life" The news of the arrival of the God of Light made the ordinary people of Nanmeng who believed in the God of Light excited for ten years.
They had the privilege of having this glorious thing happen in their short lives.
They had the privilege of witnessing the splendor of the God of Light's coming to earth.
They are fortunate to be blessed by the God of Light, and when they are dying, they can escape without regrets and enter a bright road to heaven.
In the midst of the frenzied excitement, the believers ushered in the first oracle of the God of Light.
All men and all women live separately, and every year January, June, and October are the breeding periods, and they can do the work of inheritance, and if men and women are together, it is considered disrespectful to the god of light, and it is punished according to the first article of the precepts of the religion of light.
There is only one precept of the so-called Illuminati, which reads, "All followers of the Illuminati can choose exile or death if they violate the Canon of Light." ” All the offspring born to the Believers of the Light are placed in the care of the Holy Church after the age of ten.
The Star Palace will make an extremely detailed evaluation of the roots and bones of these teenagers, and according to the evaluation results, these teenagers will be divided into three, six, nine and so on, and then transported to each position that requires labor.
In daily life, people's clothing has gradually changed from rich to single, from colorful to pure white.
Wine shops, teahouses, and green buildings are gradually becoming crowded, and pedestrians on the streets are becoming scarce.
Sunrise and sunset have become everyone's standard.
During the day, all kinds of workplaces drain everyone's energy, and those who drag their tired bodies home at night have only sleep.
For after three hours, before dawn, they began a new day's work.
The Holy Church, as the tentacles of the Illuminati rooted in this world, has sprung up in various villages and towns.
In addition, many large city-states have built magnificent churches.
Generally speaking, a church is the tallest building in a place.
Although the Canon of Light does not stipulate that ordinary houses cannot be taller than the Templar, few people dare to challenge the authority of the Templar.
In just ten years, the whole of Nanmeng has become a wind-wound bracket, whether it is a monk or an ordinary person, it is a tiny part of this delicate bracket.
They are closely connected and regarded as a resource, which annihilates people's individuality and magnifies people's commonality.
And the scope of the Ten Thousand Star Valley has expanded tenfold, and the number of monks has increased tenfold.
Under the auspices of the Divine Envoy of Light, the number of monks in the Star Palace reached one million for the first time.
The grain, spirit stones, minerals, and all kinds of cultivation needed by Nanmeng have all been greatly improved compared to before.
Among the twenty-eight residences of the Star Palace, half of them have advanced to the cultivation of the gods, and the number of primordial monks among the star envoys has increased significantly, which is not unrelated to the arrival of the light envoys.
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In the tenth year of the death of the God of Light, he did something that shocked everyone in the world.
Spending countless precious Void Breaking Spirit Crystals to set up a large teleportation circle in Violet, it simply teleported tens of thousands of monks from the Ten Thousand Star Valley to the Violet Continent.
Teleporting a person over such a long distance would require the consumption of a large number of spirit stones, let alone tens of thousands of battle cultivators.
When these brightly armored Star Palace Battle Cultivators with sharp axes appeared in Ziluo, everyone was dumbfounded.
After the cold axes from the Star Palace cut off the heads of the first person who dared to question the God of Light, these axes never stopped chopping.
The blood flowed from the mouth of the sea to the Breath Palace.
In the face of the powerful force of the Star Palace, all the small sects fled along the way.
There are two consequences for those who resist, exile or death.
Of course, whether it is exile or death, there is only one outcome, but the method and process of death are slightly different.
In the land washed by the blood of the Star Palace, those people who have lived here for generations have reluctantly accepted the faith of the Star Palace and accepted the rule of the God of Light.
For these Shengdou people, there is nothing more terrifying than death, and it does not seem unacceptable if they just give up some habits of life and continue to live.
At this time, the number of monks in the Breath Palace reached an unprecedented 600,000, thanks to the Star Palace's killing all the way, driving many monks from scattered or small sects to the Breath Palace.
As the largest sect of Ziluo, no matter what aspect it is, the Breath Palace has the obligation to drive the Star Palace back to where it should be.
Of course, the Breath Palace also tried, but it was beaten badly by the powerful attack of the Star Palace, and it is said that thousands of monks died.
As soon as winter began, the army of the Star Palace approached the realm controlled by the Breath Palace.
The weather was cold and the grass was frozen, and the monks of the Star Palace finally stopped their pace of continuing to move forward.
The camp was stationed at the door of the Breath Palace, and the two sides fought hard to open up a narrow confrontation area.
On a large road leading to the Breath Palace, a young man with a long body and a jade body walked beside him, and beside him was a beautiful woman who was like a piece of ice.
The two of them are talented and beautiful, and they look very compatible.
However, the direction of the two men's walk was opposite that of most of the people on the road.
The two of them walked in the direction of the Breath Palace, and most of them were far away from the Breath Palace.
The young man stretched out his hand to stop a middle-aged man who was driving a cart and moving his family, and asked politely, "May I ask why people have to go east all this way?"
The middle-aged man looked at the young man as if he was looking at a monster, "Aren't you sick, can't you see that there is going to be a war in front of you, the God of Light is menacing, and it is going to invade Ziluo, and the Breath Palace is the last barrier, and I think that the Breath Palace is not guaranteed."
We are ordinary people, and we have endured the exchange of swords between monks, so it is better to leave the land of right and wrong as soon as possible. ” The young man frowned and said, "If the Breath Palace is destroyed, where can you hide?"
” The middle-aged man flicked the reins in his hand and said with a bitter face: "Now we can live one more day is a day, and one more time is even a while, if God wants to destroy the common people, we can only wait for death." ” With that, he scolded, and the two old horses pulling the cart tiredly stepped on the bleak road ahead.
Looking at the swaying cart and the back of the family, Xu Bailu clenched her fists.
The cold beauty said, "Xu Bai, don't forget what we're here for.
Why is your temper hotter than Xue Li. ” The young man let go of his hand, lowered his head and said, "What Senior Sister taught me is that Bai Lu knows that she is wrong. ” These two people are Xu Bailu and Ye Sihan of the Qingzhou Heavenly Dome Sect.
The two of them were ordered by Zhuge Jingyu to go to the Breath Palace to write a book, and by the way, to find out how the battle cultivation of the Star Palace was in Ziluo.
But all I saw along the way was this kind of homeless and starving, Rao is Xu Bailu is good at forbearance, and his resentment towards what Xinggong did was also extreme.
The style of this volume is a little different from the previous volumes, and the ovotofview will be carried out to the end.
If the eighth volume is a volume that connects the past and the next, then this volume is an out-and-out large.
As for how high, please wait and see.
Again, the description of complex scenes, large eras, and grand epics must not have only one perspective.
If the eyes of some supporting characters temporarily become our perspective on the world, please forgive me, they will not occupy the protagonist's time for a long time, please give them a stage to express their personality.
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