The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 368 Cutting down mountains and destroying temples
"Black Emperor Water Emperor Fist!"

"Qingdi Muhuang Gong!"

The five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth condensed into a halo and hung above Shen Yuanliang's head. Whether it was a fist or a palm, one after another great magical powers burst out with dazzling brilliance.

The space was shattered, the long river of time was in turmoil, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of tens of thousands of miles was in chaos, and many masters who were in retreat vomited blood and died.

“Impossible, this is impossible!” The Yin-Yang Taoist, with disheveled hair and in a frenzy, muttered to himself, “How old are you? Your understanding of the law is so profound!”

Back then, in order to comprehend the laws of the seven emotions and six desires, the Yin-Yang Taoist did not hesitate to take crooked paths. Over the past tens of thousands of years, he was considered a master among the Golden Immortals.

As for Shen Yuanliang, just by the aura emanating from his bones, the Yin-Yang Taoist knew that his bone age was less than a hundred years old. Where is justice?
"The world is so big, there are so many things you don't know!"

Stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, with white clothes fluttering in the wind, Shen Yuanliang's every move was filled with the power of the Five Elements. He seemed like the incarnation of the law and as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

Thanks to the magical powers of the Five Emperors, Shen Yuanliang's comprehension of the Five Elements Law was a natural process. The seeds of magical powers in his dantian had already taken root and sprouted, and the purple-gold elixir was spinning around.

Thirty percent of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth are like colorful ribbons lingering on it, emitting a hazy glow.

"Boom!"

The loud roar lasted for three days and three nights. Under the powerful magic power of Shen Yuanliang, the Yin-Yang Taoist was the first to give up and showed signs of defeat, spurting out a mouthful of golden blood.

The barren land suddenly turns to spring, the grass and trees grow wildly, and a sense of creation is brewing.

"White Emperor Golden Emperor Slash."

The Gengjin Energy attached to the flying sword and with a whoosh, it went straight through the Yin-Yang Taoist's throat. A tiny wound as thin as a needle tip gradually oozed blood.

"Boy, who are you?"

Covering his throat, the Yin-Yang Taoist tried his best to use his magic power to repair the wound, but the power of the law was like a maggot attached to the bone, difficult to expel.

Shen Yuanliang bowed his hands and officially announced his name: "I am Shen Yuanliang from the Great Qian Dynasty. Baihuazhou is mine."

He is a good man, and he wants to die with his eyes closed and clear mind.

"I knew this day would come." He looked at the beautiful mountains and rivers with a nostalgic look again, and the Yin-Yang Taoist sighed and said, "I was wrong, I was wrong. There is no shortcut to cultivating immortality."

As the past scenes replayed themselves, the Yin-Yang Taoist recalled his master's teachings in his early years, and a trace of regret welled up in his heart.

A strong wind suddenly blew up between heaven and earth. The Yin-Yang Taoist slowly closed his eyes, a smile on his lips. He gradually lost his breath of life and fell from a high altitude. With a bang, dust flew everywhere.

[Ding! You killed the ancestor of the Hehuan Sect, the Yin-Yang Taoist, and intercepted a thousand portions of purple luck! ]

"Fake, it's all fake."

Rubbing his eyes vigorously, the leader of the Hehuan Sect looked stunned, as if in a dream: "The ancestor is invincible, how could he lose to a young boy?"

No matter how they deceived themselves, everyone, from the elite disciples to the sect master and elders, knew that the Hehuan Sect was finished.

"Please spare our lives. We are willing to surrender."

"I am a fifth-level celestial being, good at refining pills and setting up formations. Please spare my life!"

Death is approaching, and many inner sect disciples and true disciples are crawling on the ground, no different from ordinary mortals, with their ugly appearances exposed, and many of them are even going crazy, with their Tao hearts broken!
"Kill!" This simple word decided the fate of the Hehuan Sect which had been passed down for 100,000 years. It was just like that, with the ups and downs of the tide.

Three hours later, the sect with ancient heritage was reduced to ashes in the midst of the crushing army. The headquarters of the Hehuan Sect, which was once like a fairyland, was now reduced to a barren mountain and water, with no spiritual energy at all.

……

Jinzhou, Zhatian Gang.

"Boss, let's run!"

Under the flickering candlelight, the roughly forty-year-old military advisor with a rather ugly appearance was extremely terrified and worried all day long.

He was a failed scholar who witnessed the development and growth of the Daqian Dynasty. He was aware of Shen Yuanliang's ruthlessness, especially after joining the Zhatian Gang, he was afraid that Shen Yuanliang would come.

It can be said that the process of the Daqian Dynasty growing stronger step by step is the history of the demise of aristocratic families, bandits and bullies. How could he not be afraid when he is in the midst of it?
"No hurry." Waving his hand, the gang leader Xu Que took a sip of tea and said slowly, "It's just Qingdi City. To defeat them, isn't it enough to just have a hand?"

Even when danger was approaching, Xu Que did not forget to show off in various ways. This was in his blood. He was either on the way to show off or he was showing off.

The next day, the Zhatian Gang, which occupied nine districts, was reduced to ruins. Tens of thousands of collecting troops searched again and again, not missing any details.

"Open your eyes and pay attention. Even a dog or an earthworm will be chopped in half."

"Don't let any gang members go!"

When Zhatian went to war, not a blade of grass grew; when Zhatian appeared, only needles and threads were left. The Zhatian Gang, which was so powerful, could no longer pretend to be cool, because the gang leader, elders and others were all dead.

Not only the Zhatian Gang, but countless gangs of all sizes and underworld figures in the 72 main cities that had just started to develop disappeared one after another, and the ruffians on the streets disappeared without a trace.

……

In a desolate mountain, there is the Wong Tai Sin Temple, which was transformed from a mountain god temple. The thick and pure incense is flickering with sparks, and the air is filled with smoke. Fresh fruits, vegetables, and even jerky are placed on the altar.

"I want to get rich, very rich. If I get what I want, I will definitely help the immortal build a golden statue."

"I am a believer praying to Wong Tai Sin, please tell me whether my daughter-in-law is pregnant with a boy or a girl?"

"Wong Tai Sin, please bless my grandson to live a peaceful life."

The poor people who came and went brought the best things in their homes and knelt down devoutly. As the believers worshiped, strands of wish power flowed into the statue, and masses of black air spread over.

This is "equivalent exchange"!
In order for Wong Tai Sin to fulfill the "wishes" of believers, the believers have to bear part of the disasters. There are many "workers" whose families are broken up and their descendants are still "paying the debt" for this.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

At this time, a group of yamen runners came and smashed the statues and destroyed the temple. Black dog blood was splattered everywhere. "If you want to pray to the gods, you can go to the City God Temple canonized by the court. These obscene and evil gods cannot be worshipped in the future."

In the world invisible to people, hundreds of ghost soldiers and generals broke into the legal domain, dragged out the ghostly Wong Tai Sin, and judged his sins under the imperial decree.

Cut down mountains and destroy temples to clear out the six-day ghosts!
From the seventh year of the new calendar to the seventeenth year of the new calendar, a full ten years, the evil soldiers and generals swept across the land outside the Great Wall and planted the flag of the Great Qian Dynasty in every corner.

The hazy golden light spread out, washing away all the sins of the world, and countless evil gods disappeared between heaven and earth like ice and snow.

(End of this chapter)