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Converting to Buddha!
Conversion method!
A converted monk!
Conversion Demon!
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In the capital of Yu Dynasty, a cold wind blew.
King Yu, Yu Lie, and his lover were also looking at the theory of conversion.
The two of them didn't care, especially Yu Lie.
"Only the ignorant people still care about this so-called vigorous love. In the year of chaotic war, how can ordinary people have such love..."
Yu Lie snorted coldly. He didn't have a good impression of his daughter liking an ordinary person.
Even if there weren't any alien races, his daughter was the most respected person in the Yu Dynasty, and she should be the strongest ability user.
"Go and visit your daughter and teach her etiquette. Even if it's a marriage alliance, the princess's attitude must be present."
said Yu Lie. He had returned to his cold and ruthless identity as an emperor and said domineeringly,
....
The people of the world are discussing the Four Convertations.
Lan Zishan was the only one working. He went down the mountain at night and passed through the Beheaded Mountain and the black slope. He walked straight and arrived at the border of the Wu Dynasty, the White Robe Tomb.
Coming here again,
The 3,000 white-robed zombie warriors that were buried underground sensed something. Vicious energy and killing intent began to spread. They had endured thousands of years of loneliness and only wanted to tear open the ground to fight.
"There will be a battle for you."
Lan Zishan comforted her softly. Then, he began to pick flowers and make a bouquet for the other tombs that had not been repaired in time.
The work of clearing the weeds was extremely tiring and exhausting.
Especially in the cold wind, one person tidying up countless lonely graves.
If it wasn't for the monk's strong conviction, even ability users wouldn't be able to persist in this environment.
All things entwined with spirit, that was how it was.
From the howling of the wind to the fading of the lightning, until the dawn arrived.
It began to snow heavily again.
Lan Zishan's shadow seemed to be covered by snow. It was not until a day and a night that he leaned against a tombstone, covering his red hands, his eyes sleepy and tired.
I'm so tired that I'm bone-deep,
"No,"
"No."
He whispered, recalling the time when he fell ill seven years ago. At that time, even the old monk was about to give up. In the end, many doctors thought that Lan Zishan had a plague, a foreign disease that could not be treated.
However, Soo Soo had brought him to a small wooden house at the back of the mountain. She was brewing some expensive Chinese medicinal herbs and was looking at him anxiously as she urged him to do so.
"Don't sleep."
"You're not allowed to sleep."
"You will get better, forever.”
"Soo Soo is here. Soo Soo will sing for you, your favorite song.”
That voice was extremely beautiful. Just as he was about to enter the dream, Lan Zishan heard it again.
The dark sky hangs low
Bright stars follow
Bugs fly
Bugs fly
Who are you missing?
The stars in the sky shed tears
The roses on the ground wither
cold wind blew
cold wind blew
As long as you are with me,
That was the song of Lan Zishan seeing the light from hell. He had begun to live. Many of his fellow disciples did not expect that this dying, handsome little monk and nun would come back to life.
Many people thought that it was the blessing of God and Buddha.
However, Lan Zishan knew that it was Soo Soo.
What gods and Buddhas in the sky?
It's not as precious as a woman's.
Bang!
Bang!
So,
Not sleeping,
Lan Zishan tried his best to stand up. His entire body was covered in snow and wind, and he looked bloated.
However, when he looked at Bai Baoling, he only had a smile on his face.
[Ancient Legion Resurrection Talent Level 8: Able to summon 7,000 white-robed zombie warriors/Level 8 Esper Ability: Able to advance by devouring fresh blood]
The cemetery was spotless. There was a bouquet of flowers placed in front of every lone grave. This had never happened in thousands of years.
The tombstone had also been wiped clean. Now, only snowflakes were flying and falling.
There were also 7,000 white-robed zombies that broke out of the ground. Each of them had broken armor and were extremely ferocious. They held scimitars that had been rotten underground for many years. They were still a valiant army.
They were waiting for the commander to fight.
"Head to the border, hunt mutated beasts, absorb their blood, and become stronger.”
"I swear that I will bring you all to show the prestige of the White Robe Army in front of the world.”
Even though Lan Zishan was very weak, his voice was sonorous and sharp, completely different from his handsome bald appearance.
Boom!
At this moment, the 7,000 white-robed soldiers entered the Daxing Ridge of the Xuanyuan Clan.
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In Ye City, Qin Zhi, the general guarding the city, frowned.
He sensed a huge energy wave heading straight for Daxing Ridge from the city.
"Could it be that there are many foreign races?" Qin Zhi spoke with a grave expression, ready to call for help.
But then, his subordinate stood on the city wall and pointed down with a trembling finger.
"General, are there humans down there?”
Following the direction he pointed,
7,000 white-robed, half-skeleton, half-zombie creatures pushed forward brutally. Any mutated beast was cut into pieces, and they crazily sucked in blood.
When the 7,000 zombie army entered the dark Daxing Ridge, they disappeared, leaving only traces of devastation on the ground.
Like the triumphant birth of a thousand ghosts,
"It's not an alien race, nor is it a human.”
"Chaos, the world is really going to be in chaos."
General Qin Zhi also felt a chill down his spine. When the army appeared in an overwhelming manner, he knew that there were even half-step Venerable Kings behind the scenes.
Who knew what he was going to do with the ancient zombie army.
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The cold wind howled. That night, millions of people in Ye City didn't dare to fall asleep because of the howling outside the city. The roars of beasts and the sounds of killing shook the sky. When Xuanyuan Clan's reinforcements arrived, they only saw the tragic battlefield.
No one knew that at daybreak, a monk wearing a straw raincoat walked past the white-robed tomb. He walked along the Beheading Mountain and into the Green Peak Ancient Road, straight into the Qingfeng Temple.
Then, he went to get food, drank the hot porridge, and beat the wooden fish.
He rested quietly.
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