Chapter 987 Heavenly Emperor

"Ah..."

A loud cry came. Ye Fan stood in front of the magnificent temple on the top of the mountain, overlooking the bottom, the crusaders from the east seemed to have lost their sustenance, almost collapsed, and wept loudly.

God is dead, the whole world seems to collapse, a gloom and despair, the two aloof Protoss powerhouses let people shoot one arrow at a time, it is difficult for them to accept.

In the eyes of these devout believers, the whole world has lost its luster, the world has come to an end, this is an unbearable weight and pain, and their faith has collapsed.

"Glory and faith are our lives, fighting for God!"

Everyone burst into tears, seeing death as their home, and rushing towards the highest holy mountain in Jerusalem, wanting to carry out the final rush, not accepting this cruel fact.

Ye Fan didn't say anything. He stretched out his finger and swiped it down. He heard puffs, blood flowers bloomed, life withered, and seven or eight knight leaders were obliterated.

After that, he didn't make another move, he sat cross-legged on the highest holy mountain and began to recite the "Salvation Sutra", the sound resounded in the sky, the rosy clouds were falling, like a pendant, all kinds of brilliance and all kinds of auspicious light poured down, every corner was covered with cloth full.

This scripture is the first of all the scriptures in the three caves of Taoism. It eliminates natural disasters, protects emperors, and poisons the people in the lower reaches. Both men and women are protected and saved, and mortal fetuses are saved.

"Xiandao is precious, and there is no measure of people..." Ye Fanfa's voice was deafening, rumbling like thunder, preaching and chanting scriptures on the holy mountain, and all kinds of visions appeared between heaven and earth.

Ye Fan wanted to go to another paradise in the Western Land, but if the current Crusaders did not cut off their hostility, they might cause chaos in the Middle Earth.

They blocked their way, all grief-stricken. And Ye Fan didn't want to create a monstrous calamity, so many people beheaded it is really in harmony, it is better to save it spiritually.

The sky descends with auspicious colors, and the earth springs from the spring. Dead wood sprouts, sick and disabled. Ye Fan's tongue blooms with lotus flowers, all kinds of auspiciousness are presented, immortal brilliance is gorgeous, and the sacred atmosphere is lingering. He is like a god who is saving all beings.

One after another ancient words burst out from his mouth, turned into scriptures and branded the void, purifying everyone's heart, and purifying their primordial spirit. This is a kind of spiritual level "washing the marrow and cutting the hair".

Ye Fan didn't have any murderous aura, his whole person was like an ancient immortal for thousands of years, and he was like an immortal sage. Every word he spat out of his mouth was crystal clear, turned into a divine radiance, shone into the sky, and disappeared into the sea of ​​​​consciousness of everyone.

The terrifying murderous aura in the city of Jerusalem disappeared, and they were all cleaned up by him. Many knights had rushed forward but threw away their weapons, dazed. This was the most powerful group of people.

At the foot of the holy mountain, there are even more crusaders sitting cross-legged on the ground. 【】

In the distance, an old and unaffected cultivator saw this scene, and the roots of the cold hair fell back. What kind of heaven-defying method is this? Comparable to the gods of Shangji, they open their mouths to preach, gather believers, and establish a religion in one day, which can make the world [cover the sky] respected together, and can be passed down through the ages.

"Hao Zheng Zuo Shi. Po Ni evil spirit. Sadness is all over the border. The south is taukui. Jingyi loses light. Hunyuan feels the edge... Ye Fan recited the Taoist scriptures, surrounded by zhilan everywhere, golden towers appeared, clouds steaming Xia Teng, with various appearances, the Immortal King sits cross-legged in the Nine Heavens, and chaos nourishes a lotus.

Say the scriptures once, and the devout believers will understand. Say the sutra twice, to worry about the ears, eyes and ears. After saying the sutra three times, everyone bowed their heads and had a clear mind. Say the four sutras, and the bones of the fetus are completely removed. Say the five sutras, and the teeth will fall and regenerate.

"Immeasurable bandits have thoughts. Daohai creates waves. Dharma and righteousness are the same as Wei flow. They grow into Jiamiao. They are used to save hunger... Ye Fan's vision gradually became one with his body. Xuan Huangwen, the sky is full of auspiciousness, falling down, completely covering Jerusalem.

In the world, there are almost no such great supernatural powers, and no one would devote so much energy and practice to interpret scriptures and save so many people. In ancient times, this was manifesting miracles!

This is not only saving believers, but also giving them great benefits. Whether there is a problem in practice, or the shackles in Taoism will be changed, and great benefits will be obtained.

In ancient times, this was God's presence in the world, and if he was creating a pure land, it was the supreme method for gathering beliefs, and once it attracted the recognition and mutual respect of all people in the world, then he could be sanctified on the spot.

The hostility in the holy city of Jerusalem disappeared completely, and a peaceful place was transformed into a place of peace. Ye Fan did his best to kill and suppress this place.

In this process, the little celestial master Zhang Qingyang gained the most. He was originally a disciple of Taoism. He was protecting the Dharma behind Ye Fan.

"The master is teaching, and the miracle of auspiciousness is nothing like this. The people below have been transformed by you and become devout believers."

He trembled.

"Heavenly Court." Ye Fan spit out these two words, rumbled and resounded in the sky, but he told Zhang Qingyang that he could preach in the future, but not now.

Zhang Qingyang nodded, this would be a grand and long-term goal for which he worked hard, and the famous Zhang Zhenren embarked on a path of creation.

In the end, Ye Fan no longer showed his Taoism or chanted scriptures. The people sitting cross-legged under the holy mountain were full of energy, completely gave up killing thoughts, and were spiritually purified.

He stood up, and a group of people below entered the pilgrimage, with extremely pious eyes, all praying, willing to follow him, and go to the Vatican to ask for the ancestors.

Zhang Qingyang made his own decision, and at this moment announced Ye Fan's Taoist position, known as the Emperor of Heaven. For a time, the voice of the mountain was incessant, resounding throughout the world.

Long Xiaoque, Zhan Yifan and the others looked at each other in dismay, and felt that Zhang Qingyang really had the potential to be a magician. In the blink of an eye, a group of enemies became believers like this, which was a bit incredible.

"Master, please pass on my perfect scripture for saving people." Zhang Qingyang said seriously.

Ye Fan stretched out his hand a little, and a piece of brilliance sank into his eyebrows, turning it into a complex scripture, and it had the imprint of his enlightenment. It involved various details and processes when he realized this scripture, which could make him understand quickly.

This is no longer a pure mantra for saving people. There are also many profound meanings that can save people's souls, such as the Daojing, Xihuangjing, Hengyujing, etc., and form a unique ancient scripture.

"It's time to leave." Ye Fan looked into the distance and started his journey. "God!"

Under the holy mountain, the devout believers shouted one after another, resounding through the sky, and many elderly people in the other two religious temples in the distance were stunned, even the gods they revered were speechless and did not dare to take action.

Ye Fan went down the mountain, with many followers, he left here in a mighty way and went into the distance.

"I want to let the flowers of Heavenly Taoism bloom in every corner of the world, and establish a religion that is immortal." Zhang Qingyang said, very excited.

"Zhang Qingyang, shouldn't you be inadvertently treated by your master?" The others muttered and said in a joking tone.

"You don't understand, Lijiao is immortal... I vaguely sensed something, and it's hard to tell now." Zhang Qingyang said in a trance.

The Vatican, which means the land of the prophets, is the most famous paradise in the West, the resting land of the ancient gods, and has endless myths and legends.

Ye Fan traveled westward, and soon after he left the city of Jerusalem, all the news was spread out through various means, causing a great shock to the Western Daoists!

The last two protoss were shot, all the glory and halo dimmed, and the crusaders became his guards, became his devout followers, and are starting the westward expedition.

Magical West!

Many ancient families can't sit still, there are demons in the middle earth, they are aggressive, and the people who come here are not good. Is this going to overthrow the Western Taoism?

On this dark day, the inheritance of the Great Dao lineage was terrified. Demons appeared in the middle of the earth, and the world traveled westward [covering the sky]. No one thought that the situation would develop to this stage, and it was extremely severe.

The rest of the Protoss in this world are dead, and who can conquer this middle-earth demon?

"The Vatican is in danger. Although it has a profound background, it is not enough to see in this era of the end of the law. No one can suppress this devil."

"It's wrong, that's the Lord of Heaven, beware of him coming to save you."

"What should I do, should I wait for help?" "Don't worry, if I guessed correctly, the Paladins who survived the Dark Ages are still alive, and may still have the strength to fight."

The preparations are all talking, and they are extremely shocked by Ye Fanduhua Crusaders, some can't accept this fact, and each one is a little hairy.

After walking around outside the Vatican for a while, Ye Fan began to enter the ancient magic circle and walked into a primitive land, where old trees are like dragons, ancient medicines are fragrant, it is a rare holy place for cultivating in the world, and the desolate atmosphere is overwhelming.

Since ancient times, this place has been the spiritual land that nurtured the gods. There have been sages in all dynasties, but now the times have changed, it is impossible to have such masters again, but they are also revered by people.

This is an ancient dojo, which is different from the Catholic center believed in by mortals outside, but it can also draw on the power of belief from the outside world.

In the Vatican, there are a lot of great people in the hearts of fear, their brows furrowed, and now the devil in Middle-earth is coming, and they have no bottom in their hearts.

However, some people were laughing, very relieved, and said, "Isn't it good that the Protoss is dead, the Bible is the crystallization of wisdom, Jesus is a venerable sage, and what are those extraterrestrial Protoss!? At that time, we will meet the demons of Middle-earth. Our teachings are great, and the existence of God allows the world to have a spiritual sustenance, rather than providing spiritual practice for a few foreign gods.”

In another magnificent hall, a group of people were helpless, all worried to the extreme, the Protoss were killed, how could the Vatican resist?

In the end, the Pope opened his mouth, his face pale as water, and said:

"It doesn't matter, God is not omnipotent, but my teaching is omnipotent!"

"His Majesty the Pope, is there anything you can do? The demons in Middle-earth are really powerful to the extreme." Someone asked in shock and couldn't help asking. "Do you know why several Protoss powerhouses only live in the holy city of Jerusalem, and never dare to come here to go to the auspicious temple? Because they are afraid, there are the strongest powers under the whole starry sky!" The Pope's eyes were deep , as unpredictable as the sea, sitting on the top, as quiet as a mountain.

"Then why did you watch them get killed?" someone asked in shock.

"What are they, they are just cooperation. In the past, they were occasionally needed to show miracles. They are not the real gods. They are just a few of our standings, which can be abolished at any time."

The Pope's hair is thick and flowing, his face is snow-white and crystal clear, and his eyes are as deep as a starry sky.

To be continued)