In an instant, a full moon appeared behind Luo Zhu, and the meaning of death and reincarnation surged out.

A slight fragrance seeps out from the full moon, and all kinds of Taoist rhymes are revealed in this moon wheel.

All kinds of incredible mystery cover the cycle of birth and death, life and death.

This is called Taoism in Donghua, while some enemies call them divine.

Different names, but the essence is the same. This is the key to immortality, an indispensable thing for becoming an immortal.

Luo Zhu is walking on the path of darkness and reincarnation, and this divine nature can be called the divine nature of death or the divine nature of reincarnation.

The gods sitting in His Highness looked at this small spot of light and felt moved. However, after seeing Pei Ziqing's gaze, they felt like a plate of cold water fell in their hearts and immediately calmed down.

The rich dead energy transformed and gushed out, and it spread out in a blink of an eye.

The ceiling fell from the sky, splashing, and a dazzling light flowed on the flower panels.

This majestic and solemn voice resounded throughout Xiacheng in an instant, and it was clearly heard inside and outside.

The resentful soul in the blood cloud naturally heard this sound and instinctively felt a kind of fear. They seemed to be escaping here, but under the huge majesty, they could not make any moves.

Straws of black light drooped, shining on the bloody clouds, almost without any resistance. The bloody clouds that looked very powerful were immediately broken, and the symbols on the surface were broken.

Flowers fall on the heads of these souls, and at first becomes painful, then quickly transform into peace, bewildered by the fragrance of flowers on the other side that are everywhere in the world, and become gradually transparent.

"This, what a powerful force this should be!" The pupils shrank, and an incredible expression appeared on Shizhu's face.

He has also seen it in the gods he believed in, but it was the first time he saw it in such a large scale, tens of thousands.

After choosing to surrender, he became the highest leader of the defeated army.

Of course, he himself did not like this position, or he wanted someone to take him down, and this was the position to take the blame.

"Cousin, what's wrong with you?" A soldier next to him saw this scene and pushed him. Why did the cousin, who was usually very steady, suddenly become like this?

"Fortunately, we have surrendered." Shi Zhu murmured to himself and relaxed.

"You don't know how terrifying this is." A wry smile, the ignorant is really fearless. Because it is not a sacrificial priest, he cannot sense this power. Such power is obviously not something that ordinary gods can possess, and it is not like the main god of Xia Sheng. Our god's choice this time is probably wrong.

Of course, he didn't dare to say this sentence yet.

But some of them are still struggling, and their military spirit is more tenacious than your soul. "I don't want to lose my memory, I want to take revenge!" Their faces were twisted, but the evil spirits on their bodies retained their last bit of consciousness.

"Revenge, revenge!"

"Xia, die for me! You must die for me!"

"Give up? No, even if my soul is gone, I want to let people know that the power of resistance will always exist..." He roared angrily, cried, and vowed to fight to the end.

"The powerless wailing." Pei Ziqing commented.

"Actually, don't look at their tenacious resistance. But in the end, they are not just a weak guy. If you really want to resist, why don't you start to resist when you come to the battlefield when you feel wronged at the beginning? You can only vent your resentment to us, that's all." Luo Zhu separated his mind and responded to his words.

"Actually, to put it bluntly, it's just because they are a group of weak people! Hatred, if it's just pale hatred, will not have any effect. If it's just hatred, it's useful, then what else should we do?" A cold smile, without any sympathy or pity.

The other gods were silent and didn't speak. Most of them had experienced the most battles, and you were just a melee between hundreds of human beings, and you were a little shocked to see so many dead souls.

As for, he surrendered just now, he was not very familiar with everything here, so he naturally would not talk nonsense.

"Edict: Faith inspiration."

The cold power poured down, not with much power, but with a special mystery.

The warm sunlight shines down, this is home, parents look at them kindly, their faces full of happiness. Barbecue and fruits are placed on the table, and the children are running on the land.

"Mom and Dad..."

"Baby, my baby, I love you."

The soul, which was originally filled with hatred and resentment, fell into confusion at this time. Some souls woke up from the confusion, as if they had woken up from the most feared dream, roared, tears flowed down their faces, and touched their faces, as if they were falling into dreams.

"Did we do something wrong?" A soldier woke up from his resentment and touched the tears on his face. In just a moment, the tears dissipated with the wind. He was very melancholy, with deep confusion in his eyes, and asked an older teammate next to him.

"We are not wrong, the commands issued by the clan leader are not wrong, nor are the gods. This war is not wrong, as long as we can win this war, our tribe can become stronger. Our children can have more food, more exquisite clothes and a better future. We are just because of failure, and that's all... just because we are defeated, this is the end of the loser." It should be considered a middle-aged man, he touched his head and replied like this.

"So that's how it is!" He remained silent. Although this was not the answer he wanted to hear, some of the doubts in his heart were also untied. He just held the weapon in his hand tighter. It was a knife, the sharpest weapon he had ever obtained, and now he just reappeared it in his memory.

“It’s just that.”

Some people who receive the inspiration naturally rejected this inspiration, and their hearts were still full of hatred, or in other words, this deepened the hatred in their hearts.

The two camps were separated and divided into two parts, hostile to each other. Then, they began a cruel struggle.

Yes, it was a very cruel war. The robes who had fought together before began to kill each other.

Of course, this is not the end.

After only the ghost who chose to accept the inspiration remained, a dark and deep hole was opened.

A huge black and white millstone phantom was dark and deep, slowly turning. A trace of indescribable mystery emerged from it and extended into the void.

The millstone slowly moved, wearing down the memory, rules and power of these souls. In the end, only a little white true spirit was left, which was the essence of the soul. Then this true spirit was reincarnated through this roulette.

Although this life and death roulette is still just a phantom, what can be seen is how powerful it would be if it could be truly fully displayed!

The gods in the temple watched this scene and were filled with fear.

From an instinct. They understand that this complete millstone can even eliminate the power of the gods and even memories - as long as they are willing to pay a sufficient price.

Fear, speechless fear. This is a force that they cannot fight against.
Chapter completed!