I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

This time, the Monet dynasty might be buried with the gods.

At that time, he, the monarch, will make no difference whether he does it or not.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Although the sky was covered by endless rain of blood, as the sky became darker, the half-day deadline was getting closer.

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

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

Looking around, there are endless human heads.

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

For half a day, he was chatting with the magistrate, about how the landlord raised the rent a few days ago.

This season's harvest is not good. After paying the rent, there is 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 elementary school.

In just a few days, the teacher taught a dozen characters, much more than the old man knew in his lifetime.

Throughout the whole process, the magistrate kept smiling and listening, occasionally showing an expression of approval, which would greatly encourage the old man.

But.

The old man didn't realize that as the day became darker, the magistrate's brows also became pimples.

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

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

"Master Zhou, the prefect is ashamed of you."

The old man was stunned, and immediately realized that the magistrate is the official of the parents.

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

The muddy hands that were panicking didn't know where to put them.

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

Half a day passed like this.

His grandson who was in the medical center didn't know what happened.

But, this rain, the damn rain, why is it endless, it is still falling.

Sorry!

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

All of this, if you want to blame, blame that young master Liang!

Don't blame the magistrate!

The old man was red-eyed and wanted to help the magistrate.

But the magistrate's waist was harder than the bow-neck tree behind his house, and he remained motionless. at this time.

The magistrate's painful voice sounded again: "I am also ashamed of my fathers and fellow villagers!"

Hear what the magistrate said.

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

Same as that old man surnamed Zhou.

They also understand what is meant by "the wrong has its head and the debt has its owner".

The magistrate, as a parent official, is able to do this, it is the utmost benevolence.

"Master Zhifu, it's not your fault."

A family head stepped forward and comforted him.

The prefect got up and shook his head when he heard the words, "Actually, the prefect knows that in the past half a day, that Mr. Liang can't..."

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

A bright golden light suddenly lifted the roof tiles pierced by the blood rain from the ancestral hall behind him, and soared into the sky.

Wherever the golden light comes.

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

It cracked with a "click".

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

On the contrary, those blood rains were directly evaporated into blood mist after encountering the golden light.

Then blown by the wind, dissipated.

"Ah, Mr. Liang has appeared!"

Just at the prefect of Tongcheng, with a dazed look on his face.

The old man surnamed Zhou beside him suddenly looked behind him, then suddenly knelt on the ground, and kowtowed several times in a row.

With a feeling of disbelief.

The prefect of Tongcheng turned around.

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

Squinting his eyes, the magistrate of Tongcheng managed to see the figure clearly from the golden light.

His handsome face made him feel extremely familiar.

Suddenly, the magistrate of Tongcheng thought of something, and lowered his head to look at the ancestral hall below the figure.

At the end of the line of sight, the altar with Mr. Jiang's statue on it was gone.

Take a deep breath.

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

"The Monet dynasty is saved."

"The common people in the world are saved!"

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

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

He gathered up his official uniform, facing the figure above the ancestral hall, bowed down and kowtowed.

...

at the same time.

In the cities of the Monet dynasty.

The figures of countless people rushed into the ancestral hall.

Just as he was about to smash the statue inside, he saw the statue break through the roof.

Immediately, endless golden light burst out, evaporating the blood rain all over the sky.

"The Good God has manifested!"

After a shout.

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

...

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

"Mr. Liang..."

Nan'an City.

Before Cao Tianzheng arrived at the main hall, the voice of surprise had already entered the hall.

only.

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

The joy on his face immediately disappeared, he walked behind Mo Zhongtian, and kowtowed down together.

Just half a minute before all this happened.

Stone Chamber Secret Realm.

Gong Ziliang faintly woke up from his coma.

Previously, his consciousness persisted for several hours.

Finally, at the moment when the body forging was completed, he couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.

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

Before he clicked on the system, he checked the attributes of the ninth-level forged body.

In my mind, there are suddenly countless pictures, transmitted back from the ancestral halls of the Monet dynasty.

When he saw the aura above Tongcheng, there was only a thin layer left.

The blood rain of hundreds of millions of hectares that was dragged was about to fall and wash away the city below.

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

I just realized that the place where I am is far away from the city in the picture, but there is a distance of thousands of rivers and mountains.

Immediately, Gong Ziliang was surprised to find that the force he had just shot was poured into the god statue in the Tongcheng ancestral hall through an unknown distance.

next moment.

In Gong Ziliang's perception, there is an extra breath that can be used like an arm.

After some tries.

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

And through the breath in perception, others can use the hands of the god statue to display various methods in the secret realm of the stone chamber.