This time I was ordered to build the first regular army in the Nether, these souls will obey their orders in the book of life and death, and once these souls return to the peak, any one of them can be regarded as the strong among the strong.

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There is still a period of the Nether War. There is a small temple outside the city of Chang'an in the late Han Dynasty. Inside the temple is an old monk and a young monk. The old monk educated the young monk from a young age. There is a paradise in the West. People there live happily and everywhere. Gold jewellery does not fight with each other without dispute, and men and women weaving are peaceful, all because the people there believe in higher western teachings.

The place where this young monk lived was just a place of war and chaos. From time to time, robbers were infested. The army was even more fierce than robbers. Famines and famines often appeared around him.

But this little monk knows that in the western land of this era, dozens of small countries are constantly killing because they believe in different beliefs and strict hierarchies. Women here are even lower than female slaves, and civilians are in higher surnames. Dogs are not as good as before. Dirty living habits and mean qualities are covered by the bragging of Western teachings.

The little monk packed his clothes and set off across the mountains and headed west. He walked along the road with stars and moon for several years. When he reached a river named Liushahe, a green monster was suddenly appeared in the water. A Zen stick was pointed at him. As soon as the forehead was patted, a Yuanshen burst out and flew west.

Because of this belief in the West, the Yuan Shen will fall west to the eighteenth floor of Hell, but just before the Yuan Shen flew out, an empty palm grabbed the Yuan Shen and fell into a cave.

Tang Yan stood at the entrance of the cave and glanced at this primitive god. Among the primitive gods, a six-winged golden cicada's primitive **** was sealed in it. He smiled and flicked his fingers to the golden cicada and young monk. All amnestics, re-implantation of memory, then let go of the elementary **** to fly to the west.

On the beach of the Liusha River not far away, the ferocious man with a green face looked at the killed monk Haha and smiled. He waved his scepter and opened his belly. He raised a fire on the riverbank and set up a few pots. His head was steamed, The legs were stewed, and the rest were brought to the barbecue.

Looking at this monster, this person actually has a different way of eating. Tang Yan can't help but want to take a slap to shoot this cannibalizing thing, but for planning, he knows that he still has to watch this guy again. Eat eight monks.

"Booming ..."

When this monster ran out of the monk's head, a loud noise came from the east. Tang Yuan looked at it. A few thousand miles away, a mountain like a five-finger fell on the ground. Shenguang looked at the sky. In front of Nantianmen above the sky, a fat monk who had not washed his hair and had condensed into a dreadlocks really smiled and talked to other gods around him.

"Junti ... It turned out that Shakyamuni was your clone, and it seems that Subhuti must be your body or other clones. It's no wonder that Taishang Laojun's clone doesn't have much suppression on you, this monk, They are all saints, and they still have to count. "

Tang Yan glanced back and glanced. On the river beach, the man with the green face swept all the bones of the monk into Liusha River. The Liusha River is known as the goose feathers, and the bone of the man sank as soon as the water fell. The monk's skull floated on the water without sinking.

Qing Yan's face jumped into the river to pick up this strange skull. After thinking about it, he took the bone, turned over and dived into the water and disappeared. Tang Yan whispered to himself:

"Western religion, this kind of cannibalism will also become enlightened. Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha. This sentence adds a lot of evil costs to the bad guy. If this guy goes to hell, there will never be a chance to turn around."

The green face is the future monk Sha Wujing, and in order to obey Tai Shang's will, he deliberately lays down the rolling curtain general who is a demon, but he is not too aware that he is in a cave less than a thousand meters away. There were others inside watching it all happen.

For the next four hundred years, every fifty years, a monk who learned the scriptures was deceived, and he wanted to go to the west to get the scriptures that can bring all the blessings of the world Datong to the Liusha River, but every time he came, he was rolled up A Zen stick was killed and then changed to various ways of eating.

Most powerfully, this roller shutter general cleaned up all the intestines and stomachs, and ate a big meal, but the skulls of each monk would not sink, this guy simply wore nine skulls with a rope Together as a necklace, we can see where this weird and cruel.

Starting from the first monk, Tang Xun seized the monk's Yuanshen every time to modify it, and then let it go again. The Emperor Pu Duo quietly came to report two hundred years ago. When he led the army through the weak water, the original Western religion The garrison who guarded the eighteenth floor of **** had wanted to shoot, but when he saw the life and death in the hands of Emperor Badu, the old monk was frightened and fled away;

On the eighteenth floor of Hell, King Yan Luo hurriedly surrendered, but Ke Du still investigated that these guys were still obeying the instructions of Western religions, but he did not dare to disobey the orders of Emperor Du Du.

Tang Xuan asked him to continue his crusade to the west. There are several hells in the west. The exits of these hells are not in the floodland and the fairyland. One of them is connected with the Nordic deity where Amir is, and the other is the angel **** with nightflower There are many other small hells in the world, these are the affiliations of the **** realm formed by the small land that collapsed when the floods were severely hit. If it is not for life and death, it can lead the army across the vast and weak water ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Even sages can hardly find other directions to hell.

After revising the Nine Gods of the Bible Study, Tang Yan quietly left the Liusha River and went out all the way, but he saw a village below. He felt that there was something pulling here and he turned into a hunter costume. He took a steel fork with a strong bow in his back, and grabbed a few hare pheasants from a short distance, tied it on a steel fork, carried it, and walked into the village.

Seeing the emergence of the hunter Tang Jun, the people in the village became lively. It turned out that the village was very remote, and the nearest town was dozens of miles away. It was not unusual for anyone to come here.

Amidst the noise, a courtyard door opened in front of him, and a rich man stepped out, exclaiming with a smile on the face of the hare pheasant carried on Tang's shoulder:

"Brother Orion, do you sell that hare pheasant?"

Tang Yan originally felt that there was a pull here. Of course, he needed to stay here for a while to check the news. The rich man wanted to buy a pheasant hare, and he happily stepped forward and said:

"Of course I sold it. I hunted in the mountains for a living. Today I chased a wild boar here, so I can save money on prey."