"What's so strange about this?" Hei Ying asked in surprise, "If I were a god, I wouldn't want mortals to be side by side with me."

"Indeed, there is this reason, but the most important thing is not this," said Jun Huaining, "the most important thing is cause and effect."

"cause and effect?"

Sombra repeated it, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the word.

"A person who cultivates the Dao for good will get one point of merit. But if one person cultivates the Dao and does evil, he will create ten, ten, or even ten thousand points of karma."

"Whoever preaches to the world will be responsible for this cause and effect for the world."

"Who dares to bet?"

One person is good, good is weak.

One person is evil, and evil is deeply sinful.

Who wants to gamble?

Who dares to bet?

………………

"He said he was willing to gamble."

Shi Wuluo said every word, every word was like pulling out a bone spur that was nailed deep in his heart.

That was when the four poles of heaven and earth were still one pole away.

The Great Wilderness woke up and launched the first unprecedented violent counterattack. Miasma mist rushed in from Nanchenji, which had not yet been built, and cities overturned one after another. The unfinished sun and moon tracks were turbulent and chaotic. One afternoon, the god in white sat in the clouds and was silent for a long time.

He made a decision that no second god in history would dare to do.

"I'm willing to gamble."

"I bet that the good of the world will always trump the evil of the world."

"I'll bet."

He said that, and he did it.

"He bet."

The wizard Luo Fei pointed his fingers diagonally, and the knuckles of the hand holding the knife were white. He wanted to brush off all the dust and wash all the snow for one person.

All were silent.

Only Shi Wuluo asked gently:

"But what did he get?"

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But what did he get?

Just seven words, like a boulder falling down, like a thunder blast.

The half-counter looked blank, the monk Budu closed his eyes tragically, Lu Jing staggered back, staggered and bent over, his spine was crushed section by section. He grabbed a handful of water that was filled with mud and sand. For a while, there was the city of Jucheng, the red clothes swept the fire three thousand feet, and the blood and soul of the cold pool was like cinnabar...

In this world, there is no evil who has no coma and wants to save people.

—— Some are just the princes that are tired of being tired.

"Fruits of the Soul of the Soul?"

Shi Wuluo slowly repeatedly smiling and Mocle's previous words.

The smiling face of the Maitreya Buddha is "no fixed". At this time, it is no longer happy, and the big blossoms of Zijin Lotus, which symbolizes the Zen of Zen, faded, and the Buddha's law shakes. In the face of Shi Wu Luo's words, Wu Ding Zen Master gathered, bent down deeply, and said, "... No fixed ... No fixed."

Shi Wuluo smiled slightly.

"Are you ashamed?"

The next moment, the figure of Shiwu Luo suddenly appeared in front of the Ding Maitreya.

"who are you!"

All Zijin Lotus withered instantly, and the Buddha's law was broken. No Ding Maitreya Seven Division Bleeding at the same time, not avoiding it. He did not avoid it, but the sudden appearance of Shi Wu Luo did not have any intention to stop -everyone everyone had to have, and everyone said that the ignorance was innocent and said ashamed in their hearts.

If you are ashamed in your heart, is it enough to be ignorant?

What about his prince?

Can he have the monarch who is not stained with the dust alone?

Because everyone is ashamed and everyone is not guilty, everyone can use the name of the name? So should he die twice? Should his god monarch be alive and suffering from the crime of thousands of swords?

Why? Intersection

boom!

The Master Wu Ding flew backwards, hitting a lonely peak that was burst into the ground, and smashed a large depression like a Buddha statue. In the continent where the Buddha is located, every family has a Buddha statue. Master Wuluo wants the unburdened Zen master who is known as one of the three major Zen masters of the Buddha.

The remaining red monks shouted "Master No Ding" and stepped forward subconsciously.

Wu Ding Zen fell from the depression and was caught by the monk's companion. His complexion was pale, and the air was faded, which was not as good as mortals. There was a red monk moved forward, just a step out, a sword of air passed by, cutting his head. The monk's head rolled at the feet of Wu Ding Zen Master, and the lips of Wu Ding Zen buzzed, silently.

Under the gate of Taiyuan, the white Taoist Meng Shen was hacked.

He woke up in a brief stun of and saw that the word "The Fruit of the Soul of the Soul" attracted this scourge because of the four words of the "Fruit of the Soul", and instantly shocked a cold sweat ... Shi Wu Luo hated Xianmen so deeply. With his face boast, how can there be a way to live? As soon as the thoughts flickered, Meng Shen, a Taoist in Baiyi, wanted to give up the Taiyuanmen people and fled.

As soon as the footsteps spanned, Meng Shen felt sinking.

His face changed.

Suddenly remember that the flag defenders who did this thousand miles of soldiers were closely related to the large array. Unless the solution was arranged, they couldn't get rid of themselves.

Shi Wu Luo raised his eyes coldly.

Meng Shen Dao's long thoughts turned sharply, and immediately drank loudly: "Anyway, the prince of the gods was crazy at that time! Is the god of the gods willing to be a disaster?! If the godjun has a clear moment, he will be more willing to take the shot of Xianmen and Kong Sang. Help him ... "

The word "liberation" failed to export.

A blood -stained scabbard arrived at his throat.

Baiyi Dao Meng Shen stared at the narrow scarlet knife. He didn't even know how he appeared in front of him, let alone how he came out. The skin that pierced the tip of the Swordsman into the throat was not deep or shallow. It just reached the throat bone. At this moment, all like a dream.