I Kissed Zhenzi At The Beginning Of The Live Broadcast

Then, Wang Hao and the others played mahjong. Wang Hao took out a table and a pair of mahjong from his crotch, and the celestial master Wang Hao took a seat. Tushan Yaya Tushan Honghong followed closely.

Others are sitting behind and adjusting their breath as soon as possible. The war is approaching, and they must adjust their state to the best.

On the other hand, Master Huiming took out a small wooden fish and kept grunting and chanting.

No matter what Wang Hao called, he just refused to agree.

"Old angel, why doesn't Master Huiming come to play twice, so that chanting there will not be boring."

"Don't pay attention to him, this thief has a dark heart."

"In his words, he is about to commit a boundless murder. He needs to recite a hundred times to eliminate his sins."

Upon hearing this, Wang Hao stroked his chin and thought for a while.

"Master Huiming, you can't read much at the beginning of the war with your speed! It's better to owe it first. Then we will pay it back slowly. The Buddha will definitely forgive you."

Huiming stopped reciting the scriptures and folded his hands together: "Amitabha, the benefactor's words are reasonable."

"Now that the times have changed, the Buddha will definitely change it a bit."

"Kill 1,000 people and recite the scriptures once, and the poor monk owes the Buddha 100 scriptures."

Wang Hao: Hiss~ The heart of this bald donkey is so dark! You only need to recite the sutra once when you kill 1,000 people.

"Dead bald, didn't you just read the sutra once when you killed 500 people? How can the price increase now."

"Amitabha, the price of goods has risen recently, and the poor monks have to keep up with the times."

Everyone: These bald-headed hearts are all black. I don't think it's because prices have risen. It's because too many people have been killed. You don't bother to read it.

After that, Huiming ran over to play mahjong. Tu Shan Yaya didn't like this kind of scene and naturally gave way.

So the demon, the Buddha, the Tao, plus the variable Wang Hao, the four played mahjong over the army of millions.

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"Oh! Playing mahjong all morning, so tired! It's time for lunch."

Wang Hao flicked his fingers, and seven or eight red lines went straight into the deep sea.

All kinds of huge fish were hung up instantly, hundreds of catties of bluefin tuna, a deep-sea giant with a body size of tens of tons.

"This one is used to make sashimi, this one is used to make teppanyaki takoyaki..."

While deciding how to use these ingredients, Wang Hao took out the bodies of some monsters from the system space, all of which were obtained at the point of killing the gods.

Killing so many demons and ghosts will definitely explode something. Even if it doesn't explode, it will always have something to eat! Naturally, these things Wang Hao will not let go.

Suddenly, Wang Hao, who was cooking, seemed to think of something.

"Master Huiming, I almost forgot about you, here are all meat dishes, can you eat it!"

Seeing these beings about to be slaughtered, Huiming was full of compassion.

"Amitabha Buddha. Put more pepper and less spicy, poor monks can't eat spicy."

Wang Hao: "..."

Why should I ask him? This will make me very dumb! I must have been deceived by his benevolent appearance. This guy's heart is probably darker than mine.

Wang Hao felt a little depressed in his heart, and then started cooking.

As for the kitchen garbage made by cooking, it is naturally thrown underneath.

The viscera, blood, and dirty water of countless fish were all poured on the heads of the Fusang army.

These things Wang Hao could have been burned out with samādhi fire. But he doesn't burn, hey! Just play.

The days went by like this, and Fusang's millions of troops were also stopped for seven days.

At noon on the seventh day, the sun was shining and there was no cloud.

Everyone's expression is a bit solemn, because they have clearly felt that the aura in the air is much stronger than usual.

Both his own power of thought and his own destiny were cheering.

Feeling that the three divine swords in the body are trembling, and the 16 hexagrams of Xiantian are moving quickly, a vacuum zone has been formed around Wang Hao.

Within 500 meters, there is no trace of aura. This made Samadhi really angry when he was a little unhappy, but he couldn't beat the 16 hexagrams of Xiantian, so he had to go to the other side to absorb the aura.

On the other side is naturally over the Fusang army! Sanwei Zhenhuo's vomiting a lot of spiritual energy seriously interfered with the cultivation of Monk Fusang.

With the advent of the seventh day, all countries in the world have opened military controls.

All personnel must hide at home and are not allowed to go to the streets at will, and try to eliminate insects and cockroaches at home.

No more pets or anything else.

But this order was opposed by many people.

China is even better. Other democratic countries have been turned upside down. Those people collectively took to the streets to protest, and some even took in a large number of pets, just to go against the government.

The strange thing is that the governments of these democratic countries did not send troops to suppress them, but instead allowed the people to march.

Farce is staged all over the world. Countries with smaller populations are easy to manage. Governments simply cannot take care of countries with large populations and poor countries.

The sun gradually disappeared on the horizon, and the huge and incomparable full moon rose slowly, but today's moon seems to be particularly round and bright.

The moon is hanging high in the sky, and the people on the sea are still quiet, seeming to be waiting for some time.

Suddenly, there was a slight tremor in the whole earth.

All continents in the world are growing, although it looks very slight on the satellite map. But in reality, that's terrible.

Because of the movement of the plates, huge waves were set off on the sea, and all countries near the sea suffered.

Fusang also suffered a magnitude 12 tsunami, causing numerous casualties.

And the moon in the sky slowly moved something out of its back, which seemed to be another moon, but its color was blood red.

Countless auras are spilling from the sky, the ocean, the earth, the sky, all places are gushing auras.

Now no one has the mind to explore how these auras come from, they just know that they have to hurry up to absorb them and increase their strength.

Red and White Wang Hao walked out of Wang Hao's body and turned into a thousand feet.

The two Wang Hao swallowed and vomited, and a lot of aura disappeared.

The vast expanse of 16 Xiantian hexagrams enveloped the sky, and the spiritual energy shed by the blood moon was almost covered by it.

The real fire of Samadhi is unwilling to show weakness, and the sea of ​​fire is surging, forcibly squeezing out a side of the sky in the sky.

Shengxie Xuanyuan flew out and went straight into the sea.

Two huge eddies appeared on the vast sea.

There is a sword in Wang Hao's body and he is eager to try it, but Wang Hao tried his best to comfort him and didn't want to let it go out.

All in all, everyone is using their magical powers, wanting to take a share in this wave of spiritual energy.

On Fuso's side, if it weren't for Yu Xiaojiao and Abe Seimei to join forces.

The monks in China will never leave them a trace of aura.

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