1136 They All Sacrificed

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Wang Qianchen and the others used a square formation of the Big Dipper, each holding an artifact, and quickly swept towards the sky. They knew that they were going to die, but they didn't show any hesitation, their eyes were firm and their faces were determined!

When he was about to hit the air vortex, Wang Qianchen suddenly remembered something, holding the map of Shanhe Sheji with one hand, touching the back waist with the other, and pulled the brick out.

"What are you doing?!" Brick asked in surprise amid the whistling wind.

"If you have a fate, see you later." Wang Qianchen released the soul contract and threw the bricks out.

"Stop doing this, I want to live and die with you!" Brick roared, chasing after him without hesitation.

"Boom boom-"

When the bodies of Wang Qianchen and others came into contact with the air vortex, they were instantly smashed into powder and disappeared without a trace. The brick also slammed into it, and was bounced out the next second, not knowing where to go.

At the same time, the rapidly rotating air vortex slowly stopped, then formed a phantom, and finally disappeared completely.

The gust of wind stopped, the dark clouds retreated, and the cracks in the sky that were constantly bursting also stopped their continued spread, and they hung in the air in an ugly and discordant manner.

"[Heavenly Prison] has finally been lifted, and we can go to the sky! The Tathagatas have been fighting for so long, and their spiritual power must have been greatly depleted. It is a good time for us to seize the heavenly realm! Let's go!" With a wicked smile, the figure quickly swept into the air.

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"Oops, they are uneasy and kind, let's hurry up!" The air vortex disappeared, and Erlang Shen naturally would not be sucked away, and immediately urged his divine power to fly towards the sky.

There are five great gods in front, evil gods in the back, and the heaven can be described as internal and external troubles.

Song Anping didn't have time to feel sad or sad for Wang Qianchen and others, and immediately followed Erlang Shen into the sky.

Not long after they left, a group of people in robes came here, including magicians, spiritualists, and wizards, all of whom were cultivators from Northern Europe.

They also have a common identity: members of the [Guangming Religion].

The Guangming Church spreads all over northern Europe, and is the most powerful church in this area. It also undertakes the task of worshipping gods and slaying demons and demons. Pope Brown is an old man over seventy years old, with the strength of the peak, with gray hair and beard, carrying a cane with golden patterns in his hand, the whole person looks unsmiling and solemn.

"Who were those people just now, from the East?" Pope Brown said with a slight frown.

"Yes, from the Daxia country in the east, I heard them speak the Daxia language. They seem to be martyrdom, sacrificing their own lives, preventing the rotation of the air vortex, and the cracks in the heavens did not continue to spread. , otherwise the whole world will be in grief..." A disciple who knew the Daxia language recounted what had just happened.

"A group of great people..." Pope Brown said with emotion: "Quick, contact Daxia and thank them!"

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Daxia, Shangjing, Sianyuan.

There were four terrifying cracks in the sky, and the boss without any cultivation was naturally invisible, but he also learned a thing or two from the mouths of other cultivators, knowing that if it spreads like this, the whole world will be destroyed.

After receiving the call from Pope Brown, the boss learned the whole thing.

Wang Qianchen, Song Cepian and others gave their lives to prevent the Tao of Heaven from continuing to collapse.

Finally made it this far!

The boss sighed deeply, his eyes full of sadness.

"How can I thank them?" Pope Brown asked the interpreter. "Do they have families? Maybe we can give some material support."

The boss said: "Material pensions are no longer needed. I will not wrong their families... If you really want to thank them, build a temple for them, and always remember the sacrifices they made!"

Before, when the monarch Zhaode of the Cherry Blossom Country, the Rat Prince of the Indian Country, the Jigulida Headmaster of Guai, and the Loni Priest of Guxi called and said that they would build a temple for Wang Qianchen and others, the boss still felt a little uncomfortable. Comfortable, after all, the custom here in Daxia is that no matter how great the merit is, the temple can only be built after death.

"Okay, let me handle this!" Pope Brown agreed, and the contributions made by those Daxia people are definitely worthy of building a temple alone!

[Guangming Religion] is very powerful in the Nordic region, and even the monarchs of various countries are afraid of them. Of course, it is easy for Pope Brown to do this.

After the boss hung up the phone, Ding Jianjun walked in quickly.

"Boss, what happened?" He heard a faint voice outside the door just now.

"They... all sacrificed!" The boss raised his head, his eyes slightly reddened.

Ding Jianjun's face was shocked, his hands were shaking slightly, obviously he didn't expect this result!