The true god of Daluo has already begun to explore the great way of the saints. His cultivation is unpredictable, and even the saints can never imagine saving it.

But to be honest, the success of the God of Li Zhu was somewhat beyond Yang Sanyang's expectations.

"This is too smooth, right?" Yang Sanyang was a little surprised. Rather than saying that the saints transform into Li Zhu, it would be better to say that Li Zhu took the initiative to cooperate with the saints transform into Li Zhu.

"One hour, one god, twelve hours a day, ten days, one hundred and twenty hours a day... One hundred days are 1,200 gods, three hundred and six hundred gods a year, which is enough to save 3,600 gods. Then, the time for the gods to run away is enough for me to achieve my goal..." Yang Sanyang's various thoughts were circulating: "Would you rather have a big vote and make up all the more than 7,000 gods?"

A hint of greed appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and a hundred years was more than enough.

Yang Sanyang was heartbroken, and the divine light kept flowing in his eyes. He turned around and looked at a god's mansion not far away.

When Li Zhu left, he was so slim that he restrained his energy. Even the ancestors didn't know when Li Zhu left.

Looking at the god cave not far away, Yang Sanyang tidied up his clothes and then sneaked towards the cave: "Great God of Ren Jian, I've brought Dingfeng Dan, let's start trading!"

In the cave, a god raised his head at this moment, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes, and then he was ecstatic: "Okay, you are so frightened, you actually do such a good thing on your back. Today, you must fight me all the time!"

A familiar scene and a familiar conversation, in just half a quarter of an hour, the god restrained his energy and secretly used his magical powers to go far away, disappearing in the Spiritual Platform Holy Realm.

These departed gods have never appeared in the Great Wasteland again!

Time passed little by little, and Yang Sanyang kept acting, kowtowing over and over again, and his knees began to be bruised and swollen.

Time flies, and five years are in the blink of an eye. Due to the secret of the matter, all the deceased gods are silent and without any trace. No one has discovered any changes in the mountains.

After receiving the last god, Amitabha was sitting under the tree, with an inexplicable pressure all over his body, and he took the last step between reality and reality. Amitabha's progress was beyond truth.

Just like the original Wolverine in the movie, she suddenly came to the real world. Although it shrank a lot, Wolverine is still a Wolverine, right?

"The three thousand worlds all transform from illusion into reality. Three thousand gods bless me day and night, which is equivalent to chanting scriptures and praying for me day and night!" A divine light appeared in Amitabha's eyes: "But, although there are many gods I have suppressed in secret, there are many gods who have come to the mountains over the years."

Within five years, Yang Sanyang refined three thousand gods, but there were 3,000 gods coming from all directions from the Great Wilderness.

The gods who came to Fangcun Mountain have already exceeded ten thousand!

"Otherwise, do good things to the end and save the remaining gods? When the great catastrophe arrives, the gods will inevitably die, the opportunity belonging to the gods will pass, and the gods will inevitably be eliminated by the way of heaven. This is the killing disaster of heaven... If I do not save them, these gods will sooner or later be killed by the way of heaven..." Amitabha kept thinking in his heart: "Three thousand worlds are fixed numbers, but there is no requirement that there cannot be two or three gods in a world?"

"Just 10,000! Just 10,000! I will save ten thousand gods, and if there are too many, I will stop! As long as I save ten thousand gods, I will stop!" Amitabha couldn't help but feel excited at this moment. To be honest, the process of things went smoothly beyond imagination.

"Do it! If the Cave Heaven World can be expanded by two or three times, what kind of atmosphere would it be? How many detours will be taken? How much more accumulation?" Yang Sanyang's eyes were bright in the square mountain of Lingtai: "The most important thing is that he can directly steal one-fifth of the laws of the Great Thousand World. A god represents a law, which is definitely a qualitative progress."

The law of the Great Wilderness World is definitely an astronomical number. If the Cave World evolves by itself, it will take countless billions of years.

The most important thing is that the evolution of three thousand one-fifths of the world is to ask if you are afraid!

Of course, the fusion and construction of ten thousand laws will take time to spread into three thousand worlds.

This time is afraid it will be another long process.

Yang Sanyang did not expect to achieve the great success of the Three Thousand Worlds in one go. What he expected was the faith of the Three Thousand Worlds to bring endless sentient beings to it.

As long as he has endless faith, he can roam and fly everywhere! He keeps stirring the wind and rain in the Great Wasteland and making a shit-stick.

"Do it! Wealth and honor are in danger! It's just that one-quarter of the innate gods disappeared from the Great Wilderness, and they were also missing in Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai. I'm afraid that Fangcun Mountain will be dragged into the forefront. I wonder if the ancestor can bear it!" Yang Sanyang slowly deduced it little by little: "Actually, if you think about it carefully, is there any difference between the disappearance of three thousand gods and the disappearance of ten thousand gods? Isn't the storm caused the same big one?"

"No matter how you say the ancestor is, he is the true god of Daluo. Who dares to do something without evidence? This damn blame... is probably going to become an unsolved mystery in the Great Wilderness World!" Yang Sanyang thought about it carefully, and no matter what, he could not involve himself. He had just finished his makeup and walked towards a god cave not far away.

With the blessing of three thousand gods, Amitabha's cultivation has made great progress and his speed of transformation is incomparable. Yang Sanyang is familiar with the path and has once again begun his journey of miserable misery.

Time flies

Thirty years in the blink of an eye

To be on the safe side, Yang Sanyang slowed down.

But when his Amitabha Dharma body was transformed into nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine gods, Yang Sanyang had to stop his movements and looked up at the endless void. There seemed to be a will rolling in the sea of ​​law in the dark.

"At this point, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine have been saved. If it continues, it will affect the great catastrophe of gods and demons. The God Emperor was originally weak, and without the support of the gods, he would be completely bullied by the Demon Ancestor!" A divine light appeared in Amitabha's eyes: "If I dare to throw the gods into the three thousand worlds again, I am afraid that the Heavenly Dao will bring punishment."

"It's also thanks to the deity who has determined the innate Eight Trigrams, opened the Yin-Yang Dao, reorganized the order of the Heavenly Dao, and made the gods become unnecessary things, and instead became a burden to the Heavenly Dao. Otherwise, it might not have been cheaper for me!" Amitabha shook his head.

It is not a blessing for all the innate gods to save 9,999 innate gods by themselves.

The era of gods has passed, and the gods are about to step down and be eliminated by the general trend, and there will definitely be no good ending in the future.

Being able to be saved by oneself and escape the disaster by luck is also a source of blessing.

Just like an automated program that runs precision, there are constantly forty-eight thousand people coming to interfere with this program. What do you think of this program?

Isn't this a mess?

The god was eliminated!

"It's a pity that the remaining gods." Amitabha looked merciful: "But I can't let go of the rush. At worst, I won't throw it into the three thousand worlds."

Lingtai Fangcunshan

Yang Sanyang stood in the mountains and rubbed his forehead, and a layer of dead skin was torn off.

In the past few decades, I have become a kowtow worm, and my head is covered with dead skin and calluses.

A white light came from nothingness, and Amitabha's Dharma body returned and entered his soul to digest the gains of the past few decades.

"Oh!" Yang Sanyang sighed: "The foundation is empty! The power of faith that Amitabha had finally accumulated was consumed, but the three thousand worlds turned from illusion to reality, with more than 9,000 gods blessing day and night, it was still profitable after all."

"The power of faith is an external object after all, and it cannot be as good as directly calling the power of the three thousand worlds." Yang Sanyang shook his head: "Or why would he plunder the more than 9,000 tribes before the gods could react and become a resource in my small world?"

"Not! Not appropriate! The population suddenly disappeared, and it was impossible to hide it from the God Emperor and the gods in the world. It was still a time when the gods and demons were in a catastrophe. Who knows how many casualties and injuries were killed or injured at that time?"

Yang Sanyang rubbed his forehead with satisfaction and walked towards his own mountain, his eyes full of joy: "What a pity, the last place was left for Ren Jian. The God of Ren Jian was in charge of the power of time, and I was very curious in my heart."

Although he collected nine thousand and nine hundred gods, thousands of gods have come in recent decades. The entire spiritual platform has mixed energy and the gods have not noticed something strange.

"Let the God of Talents be put down for now, there will be opportunities in the future!" Yang Sanyang muttered in his heart and walked slowly towards the Yujing Mountains.

Yujing Mountain

Bai Ze carried his hands on his back, and a trace of anxiety appeared in his eyes. He looked into the distance worriedly, and kept praying in his heart: "Little Man, you'd better rely on your own. Don't cause trouble, otherwise I won't be able to save you, and I will only collect your body in the future."

"Didn't it be enough for ten years? Why haven't you come back yet?" Bai Ze walked back and forth anxiously, his eyes full of anxiety.

The only good news now is that no major storm has been exposed, which means that the kid is still alive and nothing happened.

He didn't dare to go down the mountain, for fear of accidentally involving himself.

Not far from Baize, the blue bird landed on the branches, resting listlessly, his eyes full of fatigue: "Old ancestor, why haven't he come back yet? Can't he really dare to do that, right?"

"How do I know!" Bai Ze said impatiently.

In the palace farther away

Daoyuan looked worried, his eyes were worried, and he showed a hint of haggardness. Instead, Wa was eating the fruit heartlessly.

"I don't know what's going on outside, whether the gods have left! I'm sorry to my junior brother. How could I ask my junior brother to take such a big responsibility for me?" Daoyuan's eyes were covered with blood.

"Senior sister, go and rest for a while. You haven't been in love for decades, and even a monk can't stand it!" Wa persuaded her.

Daoyuan shook her head. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see the bloody corpse in her sleep. She dreamed that Daoguo was plucked by the angry gods and kept screaming in front of her.

She would rather face the wrath of the gods than be afraid all day long.
Chapter completed!