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"Hiss! Is this the Lord of Primordial Mist?"

Jade Prince Yang Gan woke up startled, opened his eyes dully, his back was already wet with cold sweat, but he didn't care at all.

He subconsciously pinched himself hard, feeling the pain, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, his expression full of shock.

The Lord of Primordial Origin, the supreme immortal god.

Supreme and strong.

Most holy.

Hundreds of millions of gods and demons worship, surrounded by endless universe.

Infinite light.

Infinite life.

unimaginable.

Unable to guess.

When he saw that stalwart figure, the unparalleled coercion and dao rhyme could not be explained by illusion.

The Primordial Lord is definitely an unimaginably great existence.

With such a terrifying existence helping him, what is Qiandi Yang Pan?

Thinking of this, Yang Qian faintly became agitated. He looked at Hong Yi and tremblingly said: "Brother Hong Shi, do you mean that the Lord of Primordial Mist will come to help me?"

At this moment, Yang Gan's address changed, he no longer called me, but me.

"How does my lord exist, and infinite worlds are opened up in the breath, the prince thinks he is qualified to let my lord help you?"

Yang Gan was taken aback by Hong Yi's words. Didn't he say that the Lord of Primordial Origin would help him?

However, Hong Yi's words are also correct, how could the Lord of Primordial Mist exist, how could he help him fight for the throne.

Yang Gan was puzzled and said, "Then what does Hong Shixiong mean?"

"It's impossible for my lord to help you, but I can invite the heroes or warriors of the kingdom of God under my lord to come."

Hong Yi said.

"I see."

Yang Gan suddenly realized that this is the right thing to do.

If Hong Yi said that the Primordial Master would help him, he would not believe it at all.

How could that kind of power be able to see him.

He is not qualified at all.

Even his father Yang Pan is not qualified.

But it makes sense to ask the master of grandmist's strong men to help.

"I don't know what Hong Shixiong needs me to do?"

Yang Gan asked with some trepidation.

Hong Yi came to him at night and said to help him fight for the throne, but he didn't believe that Hong Yi was showing kindness and doing good deeds.

"I need the whole country to believe in my lord after the prince ascends the throne, and then the whole country to worship my lord."

Hong Yi's words changed Yang Qian's color slightly. He had already experienced the power of the Lord of Primordial Mist, and there was divine grace in prayer.

Even with his cultivation base, he can clearly feel his strength increase.

No one can resist this temptation.

foreseeable.

Once the news of the Primordial Lord spreads out, all the people in the world will soon become believers of the Primordial Lord.

And Hong Yi, as the envoy of the Primordial Lord, might surpass him in status in an instant.

He, the emperor, might have to act according to the other party's face.

However, when he thought of the terrifying Master of Primordial Mist, and thought that Hong Yi could ask a powerful person from the Kingdom of God to come and help him, he instantly gave up the idea of ​​killing and reporting Hong Yi.

he knows.

He has no choice.

If you don't want to.

Hung Yi can support other people.

Even with the generosity of the Primordial Lord, even if Hong Yi does not rely on him, he can quickly develop countless believers, and it will be no problem to become the emperor himself in the end.

"My lord is benevolent and virtuous, and it is my honor to be able to serve my lord!"

Knowing that he had no choice, Yang Gan quickly expressed his determination.

Now he can only follow Hong Yi all the way to Hei.

in this way.

Naturally, he had to hug the primordial master's thigh tightly.

"In the future, the prince will never regret the decision he made today!"

Hong Yi smiled slightly, and naturally guessed Yang Gan's thoughts with his wisdom.

He said: "Prayer brings divine grace. My lord's generosity is evident. As long as the prince puts his heart into doing things for my lord, on the day of sacrifice, my lord will manifest himself, and he will definitely be rewarded!"

"It's not impossible to become a sun god or smash the vacuum!"

"Yangshen...shatters the vacuum..."

Yang Gan's heart trembled, the world of Yangshen's cultivation was divided into martial arts and immortality, martial arts became a smashing vacuum, and immortality became Yangshen.

Whether smashing the vacuum or the Yang God, it is the lifelong pursuit of countless practitioners.

Yang Gan is no exception.

"Will you die for me." As the prince, Yang Gan is familiar with such things as showing loyalty.

"Don't worry, my lord, with the help of the heroes and warriors of the Kingdom of God, no matter what cards Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji have, there will be no surprises!"

Hong Yi's eyes were full of confidence, and he said: "My lord can pass on the "Thinking Thoughts" and increase the strength of his subordinates!"

"Um!"

Yang Gan nodded, he has already seen how powerful the idea is, as long as his subordinates pray once, the strength of his subordinates will increase by at least 50%.

What's more, this "view idea" is still sustainable.

"Envoy, when shall we do it?"

Yang Gan asked.

"The sooner the better, in three days."

"What? Three days?"

Yang Gan was shocked, this was a rebellion.

Three days is too hasty, right?

"In the face of absolute strength, everything is false. Three days is enough for the prince to summon some confidantes?"

flood

Yi smiled slightly, his expression full of confidence.

"OK then!"

Yang Gan thought for a while, and with the help of the strong in the Kingdom of God, he could suppress all dissatisfaction.

Although three days is tight, it is enough.

The discussion is over.

Yang Qian immediately acted, summoned his confidants to mobilize manpower, and arranged troops.

Hong Yi, Bai Ziyue and Concubine Yuan lived in the palace.

in the room.

Hong Yi took out the "Wu Jing" obtained from the library of the fox clan where the concubine Yuan was located, and threw it into the brazier.

The flames were blazing, and a piece of paper with a dark golden color suddenly appeared in the ashes of the Wujing.

All the scriptures and pictures are densely packed on it, which looks like gold leaf, but it has not been burned by fire.

"The past Amitabha Sutra, one of the Dachan Temple's town temple exercises."

Hong Yi's eyes lit up, and he wasn't surprised at all.

He reached out to pick up the paper in the brazier, his hand was as soft and smooth as silk, and he spread the paper in front of him, square and three feet long and wide, like a large calligraphy and painting.

The handwriting on it is very small, small script, but it is also very clear, like a knife engraving, without any blurring.

Moreover, the font has a power that goes deep into the bone marrow. After people read it, there is a feeling that these small characters will move and fly, and the characters are already spiritual.

"Good calligraphy!"

Hong Yi praised.

In the middle of the scriptures is a golden Buddha, sitting in the void, surrounded by countless suns, moons and stars, blessing this golden Buddha with brilliance.

This golden Buddha's eyes are slightly closed, his knees are crossed, his hands are in mudra, and his expression is serene, but unlike the majesty of the Buddha statues in other temples, it reveals a kind and familiar atmosphere.

Even, even Hong Yi has a feeling that this Buddha is his previous life from thousands of generations.

"This is the real Buddha statue. Its demeanor and temperament can resonate with people, and it has the artistic conception of becoming a Buddha."

Hong Yi nodded secretly.

The teachings of the Buddha stress the equality of all beings, and everyone can become a Buddha.

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