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Chapter 808 The way of reincarnation in the world, a doctor who is not good at fighting

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    The blood lama has gone crazy, he is pushing everything at all costs, his practice has allowed him to convert countless people, and in turn feeds back to himself, making himself stronger and stronger.

    This kind of method is most suitable in the sea of ??thoughts, but if it is outside, he will be a big cancer.

    It is similar to the existence of the three-body Taoist, which is resisted by all monks, but his method is still too rough compared to the three-body Taoist.

    The creatures in Nian Haili are all real here, but at the same time, they are still less spiritual than the real creatures. Their upper limit has been set from the beginning.

    They can't get out of the shackles of inertia at all, and they have no resistance at all in the face of a virus-like existence like the blood lama.

    The land was quickly pushed flat.

    A large number of races perished, a large number of human races fell, various inheritances, and various knowledges appeared huge faults and annihilation.

    When a race dies, the inheritance is cut off, and the classics are burned, those that Qin Yang took the opportunity to salvage and excavate before become the last kindling.

    Even if Qin Yang doesn't do anything now, the power he holds is increasing day by day.

    Because the proportion of authority represented by knowledge in his hands is constantly increasing.

    Only with the basic knowledge can there be follow-up. Most of the classics that Qin Yang searched are actually the foundation. With these, there is a structure.

    With the framework, you can complete the details and complete all the authority.

    These are the keys to building knowledge authority, and those biographies, legends, and travel notes record the traces of the existence of those creatures.

    Taken together, it is the road that Emperor Ying and the others are going to take. Different routes lead to the same goal, and they all have the same destination in the end.

    It's just that they want to forcibly grasp the authority and slaughtered the living beings. All the authority of the other party naturally lost control.

    The days passed day by day.

    When Emperor Ying came back to the ruins in human form, the blood lama was already on the east coastline, ready for battle.

    Doctors, demon masters, and painters stood above the clouds and waited quietly.

    In the southern part of the East China Sea, Mi Yin, who had disappeared for a long time, turned into a flash of light in mid-air, and each flash would span thousands of miles. His body seemed to be burning, venting energy wantonly.

    After another flash, he came to a cloud.

    Qin Yang was sitting on the cloud layer, and quietly followed the cloud layer, drifting towards the extreme east.

    Mi Yin dropped a sack in front of Qin Yang.

    "I'm in a hurry, I haven't tidied up, you can figure it out yourself, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

    "Wait!" Qin Yang looked at the pile of storage rings scattered in the sack, and quickly stretched out his hand.

    Mi Yin flickered and appeared in mid-air. He laughed and waved to Qin Yang.

    "No matter what you want to do, no matter what you think, I only hope you remember eight words.

    ? The torch is passed on from generation to generation, and it is endless.  "

    Mi Yin looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, her figure turned into a flash of light, and fled away quickly.

    "Remember, my name is Mi Yin. On the outside, I am the 130th generation preacher of the Taoist sect.

    Ha ha ha, farewell.  "

    Mi Yin's voice slowly dissipated in mid-air, Qin Yang stood there with a face of astonishment, and wanted to say something, but the other party had already disappeared.

    Even if he knew the name before, he would not have known that this dirty Taoist priest was actually an ancestor of the Taoist sect.

    He has never even entered the ancestral hall of Taoism.

    Those who can have an impression are those who stretched their necks outside the ancestral tomb of the Taoist sect and looked at it for a few times. Only after seeing the tombstone can they remember a few people.

    Looking at Mi Yin's posture, I still don't understand, the previous guess is correct.

    Master Meng must have come, and he must have found Mi Yin, so Mi Yin came to help him.

    Open the storage ring of the sack.

    There are a large number of classics in each storage ring.

    ? What carries the information and knowledge are books, or bamboo slips, jade slips, or wall carvings, murals, and even some light balls without real objects, which carry things that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

    These things are no less than what Qin Yang searched for himself.

    Sitting on the white cloud, typing information frantically, so that none of the information entered his mind, and then the killer Qin Yang would sort it out and eliminate duplication.

    As this step progressed, he could clearly feel that the structure of authority in his hand,sp; The black boundary spreads silently, everything is annihilated.

    ? Vitality, sound, earth, sea, air, space

    The blood lama raised his eyelids, and the golden light shone everywhere, enveloping the seven-layer Buddha kingdom, and kept retreating, but the annihilating power even annihilated his divine light.

    After one breath, the land of a thousand miles in front of him was completely reduced to nothingness, nothingness with nothing.

    Sea waves, space, and air all filled together towards nothingness, causing a huge explosion, and the shock wave swept away, setting off a tsunami of ten thousand zhang, impacting away, the storm was like a knife, and filled the land for thousands of miles in an instant.

    The blood lama's seven-story Buddhist kingdom was crumbling, and the Emperor Ying who had rushed over was finally unable to devour it indiscriminately. He revealed his true face, and was constantly backed away by the impact, and the method was forcibly interrupted.

    On the other side, the sky cracked open, and several demon masters fell out of a painting by the painter.

    Seeing this scene, several people looked at each other and smiled wryly.

    The doctor is not good at fighting, but he is good at killing his own people, including himself, right?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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