I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

That Monet Dynasty this time, I am afraid that it will be buried with the gods.

At that time, as a monarch, there will be no difference between what he does and what he does not do.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Although the sky is covered by the endless rain of blood, as the sky gets darker and darker, the half-day deadline is getting closer.

In Tongcheng, the people who dig the river have already rushed back.

The crowd gathered in front of the ancestral hall has gradually expanded from the scale of several thousand people half a day ago to tens of thousands.

If you look around, you can see people everywhere.

And the old man didn't notice any of these things.

For half a day, he was chatting with the prefect, talking about how the landlord had increased the rent a few days ago.

The harvest this season was not good. After paying the rent, there was not much food left in the family.

After talking about these bad things, the old man turned his head and said happily that his grandson had already started to study Mongolian school.

In just a few days, the teacher taught a dozen or so characters, which is much more than what the old man knew in his entire life.

During the whole process, the prefect listened with a smile, and occasionally showed an expression of approval, which would greatly encourage the old man.

But.

The old man didn't realize that as the day became dim a little bit, the prefect's brows were also twisted into pimples little by little.

Just as the old man was about to move the topic from his grandson to the next topic.

Suddenly, the prefect in front of him stood up and bowed to him.

"Zhang Lao Zhang, the prefect is ashamed of you."

The old man was stunned, and immediately realized that the prefect is a parental official.

In this world, how can there be a reason for an official to bow to the common people?

His hands that were so panicked that they were covered in mud didn't know where to put them.

Suddenly, the old man found that it was already dark.

Half a day has passed.

His grandson in the hospital, I don't know what happened.

But, this rain, **** rain, how come it's endless, it's still falling.

What a pity!

All his life, the old man didn't know a few big characters, but he probably understood the word "reason".

All of this, to blame, blame that son Liang!

Don't blame the prefect!

The old man's eyes were red, and he wanted to help the prefect.

But the prefect's waist was stiffer than the bent-neck tree behind his house, and it didn't move at all. at this time.

The sad voice of the prefect resounded again: "This official, I am also ashamed of all my fellow villagers!"

Hear the prefect.

The anger that was about to burn in the chests of those people was suddenly quenched.

Same as the old man surnamed Zhou.

They also know what it means to "have a head and a debt and have the owner".

The prefect, as a parental official, is able to achieve such a level, it is already the best of benevolence and righteousness.

"Lord Prefect, it's not your fault."

A family head stepped forward and comforted.

The prefect heard the words, got up and shook his head, and said, "Actually, the prefect knows that Mr. Liang can't be..."

In his mouth, the last word "can" just came to his mouth.

A dazzling golden light suddenly came from the ancestral hall behind him, lifted the roof tile pierced by the blood rain, and rushed up into the sky.

Golden light arrives.

Covering the sky above Tongcheng and persisting for a long time, there is only a thin layer of aura defense cover left.

"Crack" cracked.

However, in the next moment, under the terrified eyes of the people, they expected that the blood rain that was as thick as blood plasma did not rush down and drown the city.

On the contrary, the blood rain, after encountering the golden light, was directly evaporated into blood mist.

It was blown by the wind again and dissipated.

"Yeah, Mr. Liang has appeared!"

Just at the Tongcheng prefect, with a dazed face.

The old man surnamed Zhou, who was beside him, suddenly looked behind him, then knelt down on the ground suddenly, and kowtowed with several bangs in a row.

With a feeling of disbelief.

Tongcheng prefect turned around.

What came into view was a figure wrapped in bright golden light, manifesting above the ancestral hall.

Squinting, the gaze of the prefect of Tongcheng, barely able to see the figure's appearance from the golden light.

The handsome face made him feel very familiar.

Suddenly, the prefect of Tongcheng thought of something, and looked down at the ancestral hall below the figure.

At the end of the line of sight, the altar on which the statue of Mr. Jiang was placed has disappeared.

Take a deep breath.

The prefect of Tongcheng glanced at the sky, the rain of blood that quickly melted away.

"The Monet Dynasty, it is saved."

"All beings in the world, there is salvation!"

When the silent recitation sounded in the heart, the face of the Tongcheng prefect was already full of old tears.

Immediately, the prefect of Tongcheng saw those people kneeling on the ground in front of the ancestral hall.

He gathered up his official uniform, and bowed to the figure above the ancestral hall.

...

at the same time.

Monet's dynasty in a city.

The figures of countless people rushed into the ancestral hall.

Just as he was about to smash the idol inside, he saw the idol burst through the roof.

Immediately, endless golden light burst out, evaporating the rain of blood from the sky.

"The good **** has appeared!"

After a shout.

Those people, like those outside the Tongcheng ancestral hall, quickly knelt on the ground in fear.

...

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

"Mr. Liang..."

Nan'an City.

Before Cao Tianzheng reached the main hall, the voice of surprise was already introduced into the hall.

only.

When Cao Tianzheng saw, in the hall, Mo Zhongtian was kneeling on the ground, bowing in the direction of the imperial city.

The joy on his face immediately faded away, and he walked behind Mo Zhongtian and bowed down together.

Just half a minute before all this happened.

Stone room secret.

Gong Ziliang woke up from the coma.

Previously, his consciousness persisted for several hours.

At the moment when the body forging was finally completed, he couldn't hold it any longer and passed out in a coma.

At this moment, after opening his eyes, Gong Ziliang found that his hands, feet and soul were intact, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Without waiting for him to open the system, check the attributes of the ninth-order forging body.

In my mind, there were suddenly countless pictures, which were passed back from the ancestral halls of Monet's dynasty.

When I saw the aura cover above Tongcheng, only a thin layer was left.

Hundreds of millions of hectares of blood rain were dragged down, and it was about to fall, smashing the city below.

Subconsciously, he directly punched a force in his body towards Tongcheng in the picture.

I just realized that the place where I am is from the city in the picture, but it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Immediately, Young Master Liang was surprised to find that the power he just released was injected into the statue in the Tongcheng ancestral hall through an unknown space.

next moment.

In Gong Ziliang's perception, there is an aura that can be used as an arm.

After some try.

Gong Ziliang discovered that the other end of the breath was implicated in his own statue in Tongcheng.

And through the breath in the perception, others in the secret realm of the stone room can use the hand of the idol to display various means.