Chapter 1022: Betrayal and reduction

With the death of the ghost king, the huge body began to turn into black air and slowly dissipated, but it disappeared completely after only a moment.
Looking at the disappearing ghost king before him, Xiang Yu's eyes flashed with surprise.
"The ghost king was born in the netherworld, even after he died, he will return to the netherworld, without entering the six reincarnations."
Huang Tianhua's voice came from his ears, and Xiang Yu looked at each other with good looks.
"Doesn't it mean immortality?"
Hearing this, Huang Tianhua was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head and said: "It's still possible to reconsolidate the practice. Everything needs to be done from scratch, even the memory will be erased."
Xiang Yu nodded, his heart filled with excitement.
As a General Fugui, this is the first time I have dealt with something like a ghost king, so naturally I feel a little excited.
At this moment, Huang Tianhua frowned and said: "This time when the ghost king came suddenly, he didn't even think of the change. It seems that someone deliberately did it, or he came at you."
Xiang Yu couldn't help but was taken aback, looking at Huang Tianhua with some doubts: "Come to me?"
Huang Tianhua nodded, then set his gaze on the far north, and said, "I will return to the underworld first and let the king take care of the rest."
Xiang Yu nodded slightly, and then left with Huang Tianhua without saying more.
Not long after the two left, a cloud of black energy suddenly rose on the ground where they had fought before, and then a man in a robe appeared.
I saw the light twinkling in the person's eyes, and his eyes were full of horror.
"died!?"
With a move in his heart, the person couldn't help but become nervous, thinking about whether to report the matter truthfully, so as not to have to bear it in the future.
Thinking of this, the person shook his body, then turned into a black smoke and disappeared in place.
For a while, there was silence above the wasteland.
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South Mandolin
As the largest continent in Central Kyushu, there is no peace in the past on Nan Manduo at this time.
A piece of golden light rolled forward like a sea wave, hitting a huge palace.
After two conquests, on the South Manduo Island, most of the original majestic whirling dream has been strangled, and now only this last temple is left.
The Western congregation, who was originally a holy congregation, had blood on their hands, but they seemed unusually holy.
It looks like this, which Saint Sakyamuni had never expected.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw that Sakyamuni's eyes were like stars, and the golden light in his eyes flashed and fell on the distant palace.
"Brother, it's the last place."
A voice came from his side, and the saint Sakyamuni nodded slowly: "Sanfa Posuomen, which lasted nearly two hundred years, finally reached the last moment."
"Junior Brother."
After a whisper, the Sakyamuni saint turned his head to look at the fat junior next to him, with an inexplicable expression on his face.
My junior fellow, although the entry time is slightly shorter than his own, he already has the strength of the Golden Immortal, and he is also a character that cannot be underestimated.
At this time, it was not only the day he reached Consummation, but it was also a great opportunity for his junior.
Facing the brother's gaze, Venerable A Yiduo smiled, but he was a little confused. What does the brother mean by calling himself?
"Brother, what can I advise?"
Although the two brothers and brothers were senior brothers, when they were practicing, they were mostly the Sakyamuni saints in front of them who were pointing to themselves, so it is not an exaggeration for the two to say that they are masters and disciples.
Looking at the other party, the Sakyamuni Sage showed compassion, and said, "This time the Three Swordsmen have committed too many killings, and this conquest is used as a method of transformation."
Hearing these words, Venerable Ayiduo was taken aback. Although he was a little confused, he nodded and said, "Senior brother's orders alone."
Seeing that Ayiduo agreed, Sakyamuni Sakyamuni began to explain why.
"Central Kyushu is the foundation of our Western teaching and teaching. Here, the number of destiny must not run counter to ours, so the brother wanted to do this."
"Furthermore, compared with Zhenhai Dragon Palace, our Western religion is weaker, and I should be a broad-minded person."
As he spoke, the eyes of the Sakyamuni sage flickered, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously.
This time, he wants to convert the remaining Pasa Sects into the church. By then, the Western churches will surely increase their strength.
The voice fell, and the golden light in the sky instantly condensed, like a curtain, shrouded toward the palace.
It was just a moment of effort, and there was anger everywhere in the palace.
"I am the Sakyamuni saint taught in the West. Nanmanduozhou was originally the land of my teaching. Today I will give you a way of life."
"Following my teaching will save you from death."
The sound of the sky was rolling, although it was only the words spoken by the saint Sakyamuni alone, at this time it was as if people were saying this all over the sky.
The expressions of the people who rushed out of the palace changed, looking at the golden light in the sky, their eyes were full of horror.
Hundreds of years ago, a door suddenly appeared in the sky of Central Kyushu, and in a flash, countless people who had never seen it poured out.
In just a few hundred years, only this place was left to attack the Po Suo Gate of South Manduo Island.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with the golden light, but they knew that the thing could take its own life in an instant.
There are nine of the most powerful branches in the Pasa Sect, but it seems that there is no threat to the Western congregation in front of them.
The eyes of the first person flickered, and his face was full of unwillingness.
At this moment, A Yiduo next to the Sakyamuni saint took a step forward, looking at the people faintly and saying, "You still have to die?"
"The doctrines of your Pasa Sect have much in common with me. If you join our Western religion, you can carry forward the doctrine, and you can kill two birds with one stone. What else do you not want?"
As Ah Yiduo's voice fell, everyone was slightly taken aback, and many people were inevitably moved.
After all, in the past hundred years, under the conquest, they have seen the power of Western religion. At this time, if they insist on it, it is only a dead end.
The man stepped forward and said cruelly: "My disciples were slaughtered by you waiting, but now are you thinking of compassion?"
I saw the Sakyamuni Pope Mission, then looked at the person who stood up first, and said, "Nagas, you are still so obsessed."
Hearing this, Nagas sneered: "I am Eternal Fallen Nether, and I will not cooperate with you."
As soon as the voice fell, I saw several voices behind him remembering, a long sword was placed on Nagas' neck.
The sudden change made Nagas' face show an incredible color, and it took a while to realize that he was not dreaming.
"Asura! You!"
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