Chapter 429 Songs and Praise (Part 1)

When the clouds were piled up in the sky and the surroundings were reflected in red mist, Shushan slowly descended, and the huge inverted cone at the bottom poked directly into the center of Kunlun Mountain, just like the intersect between Chang'e and Tiangong's number. The huge earthquake made all the snow on the hills around Kunlun turn into an avalanche and roll down.

The children in Kunlun all looked at the huge fog that fell with admiration. Several timid and beautiful little girls hid behind their childhood sweethearts.

Shangqing saw the docking of Shushan on the dome terrace, then smiled gently, and pressed the last button of Kunlun armor on his body, and pulled a scarlet cloak with a red star on his waist, and followed by the Sheji Tuling Gemini.

This time, Shangqing did not use teleportation to lower the dome, but walked down nine thousand nine hundred and nine hundred and ninety-nine steps step by step. Without saying a word in the middle, Dingdang held Shangqing's hand tightly, and the tears of the clouds did not stop flowing down.

As Shangqing slowly walked down the stairs, Kunlun's ancient sob horn sound suddenly came from all directions. Then the disciples of Tantric Buddhism surged out from various dark corners, isolating the unknown onlookers in the residential area into a safe range.

In the past, maybe the old man in charge of making soy sauce at the convenience store, the aunt in charge of sweeping the floor in the public toilet, or the master in the canteen who cooks free soup, suddenly appeared in a different shape to the old neighbors who had lived together for many years. There were even a few middle-aged people in black clothes clamoring to eat candied haws.

"Tanishism!"

A loud trumpet rang, and all the men in black responded: "Yes!", the sound was loud and far, causing the copper bells hanging on the corner of the room to buzz.

Then Shangzhe Lingkong appeared directly in front of the landing site of Shushan: "Maintain order!"

"yes!"

Tantric people exist as emergency forces. They are more skilled in handling such mass incidents than anyone in the world. Moreover, they are familiar with each other and are more convenient to communicate.

Therefore, the Tantric disciples present faced each other with their palms and pulled them into an isolation belt with their spiritual energy, and slowly stretched them until they formed a huge circle that was enough to settle down in Shushan. At the beginning of this circle, they were only less than one meter apart. After the isolation circle was completely drawn, the other party could almost be seen in the two sides except for a strong spiritual energy belt.

Shushan is very big, but Kunlun is even bigger. After all, Kunlun is a city transformed from Turing and does not exist in this world. It is very difficult to stretch space. But in the view of Turing Gemini, this is actually just a survival instinct. It is a treasure that can become a world in a small space. Not to mention Shushan, even if the entire world is allowed, the map of mountains, rivers, and country cannot be swallowed.

Shangze controlled the scene here, and was covered in a fiery red robe. The patterns on it were exactly the same as those of Shangqing, except that her long cloak was embroidered with gold thread, while behind Shangqing was embroidered with transparent red sun.

After a while, Shangqing, wearing black military uniforms, slowly appeared in front of Kunlun disciples. His half-closed eyes slowly opened, and then he let out a long sigh: "Kunlun disciples obey the order! Follow the Tantra and walk to the Shushan!"

His voice was not loud, but it was heard. Tens of thousands of disciples present were stunned by this sentence. When everyone reacted, the noise suddenly buzzed into the air, just like millions of mosquitoes flying all over the sky.

Of course, the Kunlun disciples have opinions. After all, everyone is Kunlun disciples, and this inch of Kunlun Mountain is their family. Most of these people have never gone down the mountain in their lives, guarding this picturesque closed environment, insisting that this place is the fairy world. But now the head of the sect suddenly told them to let them leave their familiar homeland. This sense of blow made some mountain people who were not open to their minds immediately criticize the head of the sect.

"Tanism!" Shangze frowned: "Take it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Turing Gemini beside Shangqing suddenly began to mobilize the Kunlun formation with a neat movement. Dingdang was responsible for establishing a wide enough road between Kunlun and Shushan, while the Biriyun was responsible for urging the map of the country itself to suppress those Kunlun disciples who were waiting for explanation.

"I miss Kunlun, which has been magnificent for thousands of years. Kunlun is probably not from Kunlun!" An old man with white hair and beard broke free from the control of the disciples of Tantric Buddhism and stumbled in front of Shangqing, crying: "Master! Think twice!"

The tears of Shangqing were almost coming out. He was reluctant to let this go than anyone else. After all, he lived here since he was a child, from his first love to his *** to his entry into the hall. It can be said that Shangqing's feelings for Kunlun were definitely much deeper than anyone else.

But now that things have come to this point, if you make a mistake, you can't make any mistakes step by step. These people are the foundation of Kunlun. Even if there is an accident, Shangqing is completely unacceptable. So Shangqing held back her tears and turned her head: "A sister, take action!"

Shangze was an alien after all, and she had no compassion at all. She waved her hands: "Tanism, force people to lead people, and those who resisted will be killed."

This is the supreme power of Shangze. She will kill her with the slogan even if the Shangqing disobeys this order. Even if the slogan disciples are holding their father, mother, or wife and brothers in their hands, no one will be allowed to hesitate at all. If the slogan disciples are holding their father, mother, or wife and brothers in their hands, they will be killed if they are killed with a knife.

Not to mention that Tantra is inhumane, there is actually nothing we can do about it. After all, Kunlun’s fate and future cannot be destroyed by the hands of a woman’s kindness because of momentary acts of impulse. When it should be tough and ruthless, anyone who stands in front can only be regarded as an enemy.

Just as Tantra began to operate, a loud slap suddenly came from the crowd, followed by an old woman cursing: "You unfilial son, you killed your mother, kill me!"

The Black Tantric Sect was inferior on the spot. He happened to have his own mother on the list of stability maintenance. This killing order sounds simple, but if you really want to start, it would be strange if the Kunlun disciples who have always learned the chivalrous way can do it.

Just as he was hesitating for two seconds, the old woman rushed towards Shangqing, and said while running: "President! The disciples will never leave you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old woman hit one of the Kunlun Nine Dragon Pillars, and blood splattered more than three feet high, making the nine dragon balls as white as jade red.

"Mom..." The disciple of Tantric Buddhism wailed, but the movement of maintaining the crowd in his hands did not stop, but he was already crying without any human form.

Shangqing pulled off a handful of his hair with his hands, threw a tuft of hair with scalp and blood at his feet, and ordered with a tremolo: "Continue!"

The old woman's death was like the first domino. At first, everyone didn't know why she suddenly evacuated Kunlun, so most of them showed a state of confusion. But now after the old woman's martyrdom, the crowd suddenly surged. Although everyone in Tantric Buddhism was all masters, the crowd was excited and couldn't control it for a while.

Just as Shang Ze was about to take action, a thrilling bell suddenly came from Shu Mountain. The bell sound was long and long, as if it was shocking. Every sound made the passionate Kunlun disciples wake up, and even made some disciples with relatively low abilities tremble with the trembling sound after the bell ended.

Then, a giant sword made of gold fell from the sky. The sword body carved the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, plants and trees. The hilt of the sword wrote the techniques of farming and animal cultivation, and the strategies of unifying the world. After the whole sword was poked, it was powerful. Although it was very powerful, the breath was very peaceful. It was as peaceful as the warm morning breeze with moisture in spring morning, which was enough to soothe the riot's heart.

Not long after the Xuanyuan Sword was poked, a man slowly landed down like a feather. After landing lightly, the giant sword on the ground suddenly turned over and directly put it into the sword cover behind the man.

It's strange that it was so powerful just now, but since I got into the dirty and broken bag, I immediately became quiet like a dormant dragon, but I always exuded a peaceful atmosphere.

The person who came was about fifty years old and dressed in an ordinary dress. If it weren't for the golden sword soul mark on his forehead, anyone would have regarded him as an uncle who bought vegetables in a vegetable market or played mahjong restaurant, and he would not have much money.

"It's been more than twenty years, and my style has not diminished." The Shangqing master walked to Guo Dad with his hands behind his back and pounded his chest: "I didn't forgive you, who asked you to come up?"

Dad Guo smiled and said, "You can't take your anger on me just because other girls don't like you, right? After all, they have been in love for so many years."

As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome foreign uncle with a standard dress appeared here, with his double-gun sword and gray-white hair, his vicissitudes of eyes, and holding a cigarette in his mouth, which really fascinated him.

"You're here too?" Shangqing's master looked at Dante and smiled: "Heal her."

Uncle Ding looked down at the old woman who was already dead, his eyes rolled over, and one hand suddenly shone and turned into a blood-red look. After grabbing the void, he threw it at the old woman, and then took out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao from the bag: "Solve it."

Sure enough, three seconds later, the old woman who had already died suddenly sat up from the ground, her head full of blood, and she looked around in confusion.

"The Match Triangle of the Tactics and the Patriarchal Iron Triangle." Uncle Dante laughed: "It's all old."

Dad Guo frowned: "My son is trying his best, but he can't ignore his father, right?"

After saying that, he turned around: "Lock the Demon Tower!"

Sister Locking Demon Tower responded and stood coldly behind him.

"All those present will be taken away!"
Chapter completed!