These women were indeed tempted. They looked at each other.
"As a giant clan, we can at most teach our disciples to cultivate. It would take too long for the giants to have combat power!"
"Watching the world struggle makes my heart itch."
"If we convert to Buddhism and cultivate there for a lifetime, it would be perfect. Why would we still think about men? I used to look forward to it, but now that I think about it, it's just so-so. "
"Besides love, there are many other things in this world, such as the dream of martial arts!"
…
These peerless beauties all had their own unique temperaments. They all became resolute.
Soon, a piece of news spread.
In Fengdu Ghost City, twenty-seven women decided to enter the world to cultivate Buddhism.
This was a very shocking decision.
After all, many martial arts men were not willing to shave their heads and become monks, let alone women.
Of course, they were also influenced by Ziying and were not allowed to become monks. Otherwise, many devout martial artists would not care about this.
After all, this was a great witch tribe. If they abandoned their own clan system to cultivate something else, how could it be?
This was especially so for Zi Ying. He had to set an example for himself.
Bai Yu was also surprised to see this scene.
"Our Fengdu Necropolis is made up of martial artists. Excluding the ordinary people, our population is only a little more than a hundred people … Almost everyone in Fengdu Necropolis is a grandmaster or a young talent … Nearly thirty of us have joined the Buddhist sects at once.
Fu Qingjun nodded.
Qin Hong had indeed played a good plan.
They were all talented people with extremely high aptitudes. She had roped them all in. Zi Ying was dumbfounded, but he didn't know what to say.
These twenty-seven people would continue to reincarnate in the future, and they could already become her core team.
The other side of Buddhism was handed over to Zi Niang to develop, and she would develop another branch.
…
"This person is good at harvesting leeks." Fu Qingjun narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Hong, the mastermind behind the scenes, stirring up a storm in the dark.
Tactics and combat power were necessary qualities to become a fierce and ambitious person.
Fu Qingjun glanced at the beautiful girls.
All of them received a baptism. The three thousand strands of worry continuously fell off, and the six strands became pure.
At this moment, they were sitting cross-legged on the ground, hands clasped together, eyes lowered, as if in meditation. However, in reality, they had already begun to control a body and reincarnate.
Fu Qingjun could not help but sigh.
Qin Hong, oh, Qin Hong, we were born of the same root. Why are you in such a hurry to torture each other?
Although it's true that you're a devout believer of the Nameless God, aren't you being too diligent in recruiting people?
"I suddenly feel an indescribable emptiness in my heart."
Fu Qingjun walked out of Kind Boathouse and walked on the street. The ants under his feet were so dense that they turned into afterimages. It was as if he was in another vast supernatural world, and he was a legendary giant that was one hundred thousand feet tall.
They looked at him, gasping in admiration, surprised, and surrounded him.
It was like looking at a slow-moving Mount Everest moving in front of him.
"This harem used to be so close to me, but in the blink of an eye …" He laughed, feeling a strange sense of loss.
"However, everything is on the right track."
Fu Qingjun knew that he could start planning the next step.
"Back then, there was only one True Immortal in the world, Demon Lord Grace."
"Although this was limited by the era, she went to explore the fog in the sky, but she fell, and not even her bones were left." Fu Qingjun's expression became sharp.
Grace's death had always been a thorn in his heart.
Now that his heart had developed enough, perhaps he could go and test the unknown opponent on Earth!
This was the true war between races!
All the civilizations that he derived from the supernatural cultivation system were born because of this.
"Mara has disappeared recently. I'm afraid she went to the Kingdom of Otago." An inexplicable smile appeared on Fu Qingjun's lips as he walked back to Duguan Town.
What Mo Luo lacked was a body that could unleash his strength.
Hence, the Pelker God's body was naturally something he was looking forward to.
Mara naturally went to the Kingdom of Otago in secret to steal their technology, and even to confuse and rope in that kingdom.
After all, the Buddhist Realm had its own affiliated kingdom in the mortal world. How could he, Mara, not be tempted?
Fu Qingjun was still smiling, not planning to pay attention to Mara.
In Fu Qingjun's eyes, Mara was currently just a small character with a lot of potential.
There were too many so-called geniuses who died before they could grow up.
"But if that's the case, how can the remaining kingdom stay out of trouble? I'm going to the Kingdom of Hawk to bless you with this opportunity. "
"The noble British aristocracy, the ancient Knight Dynasty of The Rising Sun. Judging from their hairstyles, they are the countries that I, the Nameless God, have visited the most on Earth." Fu Qingjun secretly ridiculed.
On the Nüwa Mountain.
Fu Qingjun controlled a fourth True Immortal that he had secretly broken through these years of cultivation and flew to the autonomous region of the Hawk Dynasty next door. "Since the Eastern Xianxia civilization has recovered after hundreds of thousands of years, how can my Maya civilization not recover?"
Boom!
The wind howled.
This figure gradually turned into a small, elegant gentleman with a western face.
"That Anunnaki descended from the sky, the ant friend who once ruled the entire Earth …"
Passing through the mountains, traveling at the speed of sound, there were bursts of sonic booms.
"He is called Emperor Xia in the East, and he created the Huaxia civilization … In the West, he is Gatha, the God of Wisdom, and he created the great Sunflower Dynasty.
"Both of us believe in the civilizations of the ancient gods. Since they have recovered, it is time for our Maya civilization to recover in this great era."
Fu Qingjun's expression was relaxed. "The world is ignorant. It has long forgotten the historical glory of the Maya civilization, the battle between angels, demons, Quetzalcoatlus, the giant dragons … the first Angel Emperor, Liana, the Devil Lord Grace … all the things that happened hundreds of thousands of years ago. How sad it is."
…
The autonomous region of the Kingdom of Hawk.
Ancient British buildings stood tall on the ground. In the distance, there was a large church with a white arc dome.
Some nuns walked to and fro. A tall, white Knight in armor patrolled the streets.
Noble gentlemen with canes walked by with some noble ladies chatting and laughing.
In the middle of the night.
In a residential area, in a red-roofed building.
A middle-aged man was sitting on the bed, reading a book in front of him under the dim yellow light of a lamp.
The exquisite paper exuded a unique ink fragrance. It was the latest mythological history that had just been printed by the publishing house, "The Chronicles of the Maya Civilization". The author was Nasica on the cover.
Dang dang dang!
The dull and heavy sound of a bell tower came from outside the window.
Isaac glanced outside the window. The last ray of dusk fell. "Is it already six o 'clock in the afternoon? I didn't expect that I would read this book for an entire day. "
He stretched and lay on the bed, his hands behind his head as he looked at the ceiling.
"How wonderful. According to the latest archaeological history, that is really a magnificent myth! The Angel Civilization, the prehistoric Great Flood. "
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