Chapter 739: The Fall of the Great Zhou

Chapter 739: The Fall of the Great Zhou

Chapter 739: The Fall of the Great Zhou
The Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood is where the darkest sources of resentment, hostility, evil, etc. between heaven and earth converge. The demonic energy is thick and powerful. Ordinary creatures may be haunted by the hostility if they get touched by even a drop of it. If immortals are stained with blood, their merits will be reduced at the very least, and their golden bodies will be corroded at the worst.

There are rumors that the Netherworld Blood Sea has been refined into a magic weapon by Taoist Mosquito, and his will can be brought down at any time wherever the blood sea reaches.

After the seal of Mount Tai was broken, the first thing that rushed out was not the swarms of demonic mosquitoes, but the large amount of blood and sea water that poured into the mortal world.

Wen Rui, who was spying on the battlefield from far away in Lishan Base, saw this scene and couldn't help but silently give a thumbs up to the Blood Sea Ancestor. Instead of sacrificing the Demon Mosquito soldiers in vain, it would be much wiser to splash blood first.

On the one hand, it can break up the formation of the gods and Buddhas who are waiting in a state of rest. On the other hand, the spreading blood will form a battlefield environment that strengthens the abilities of the magic mosquitoes and gain regional geographical advantages.

The reason why Wen Daoren did not use the trick of spraying blood during the defense of Ghost Gate in the Underworld was because the robots defending Ghost Gate were covered with skin of strong interaction force material and were not afraid of the erosion of blood.

Blood is the nemesis of all living things. Even the gods and Buddhas in the sky are unwilling to be stained with even a drop of blood. They also don't care whether Qi Hou is a descendant of Jiang Ziya, the great hero who made the Conferred God five hundred years ago. They act faster and more ruthlessly than each other.

Even if the Marquis of Qi was Jiang Ziya's ancestor, the gods and Buddhas could not be so cautious as to act in a cautious manner.

Qi Hou was transformed into elementary particles on the spot, and the elementary particles were instantly annihilated by the huge energy and transformed into pure energy, disappearing more completely than turning into ashes.

Not leaving any body behind was not the worst. As soon as a wisp of his soul escaped from his annihilated body, it was attacked from both sides by the unknown extremely yang thunder method and the unknown extremely holy buddha method. Before he could even fall into hell, he was melted away under the crushing of the endless yang force.

The Qi State of the Jiang Dynasty withdrew from the stage of history more than two hundred years ahead of schedule.

In fact, the historical event of Tian replacing Qi would happen in later generations. The descendants of Jiang Ziya would get their retribution sooner or later. It didn't make much sense for Wen Rui to deceive the Duke of Qi into climbing Mount Tai to commit suicide.

Moreover, Jiang Ziya was already old and frail when he gave birth to a son, and was also affected by the radioactive dust spread by Wen Rui. The genes of his descendants cannot be said to have deteriorated. The fact that they did not mutate into monsters or deformed children was already a blessing from their ancestors.

But taking action personally and seeing with his own eyes the shattering of his enemy's dream of "enjoying wealth and glory, and having a wife and children" provided the emotional value that made Wen Rui feel that his efforts were worth it and not in vain.

There's no way. His mind is so narrow that he can't do any of the following: forgive, pardon, or forget.

The blood fountains gushing out from the cracks of Mount Tai were endless. After one wave was dispersed, the next wave of water columns would rush up into the sky again. Moreover, these streams of red water seemed to have life. They turned strangely in the air and sprayed towards the auspicious clouds where the gods and Buddhas were like swimming giant pythons.

The blood that was dispersed by the magic power turned into rising blood mist. As more and more blood was dispersed, the blood mist gathered more and more, and gradually merged into a thick blood-colored cloud under the auspicious clouds of the gods and Buddhas.

A fishy smell filled the air, thunder rumbled in the blood, demonic energy surged, and a huge, hideous ghost face could be seen faintly.

There are auspicious clouds above and blood-red clouds below, and between the two sky-covering clouds there are constantly bursts of colorful light, and the sounds of thunder and explosions echo across the sky.

The battle between gods and demons was intense from the start. Unknown magical powers fell like raindrops. Although the battlefield was clearly divided, the battle situation was chaotic.

Wen Rui, who was watching the images transmitted back by the reconnaissance plane, couldn't help but think of the great war of the immortals five hundred years ago. When he looked up at the sky, he also saw such a magnificent spectacle. However, when the immortals fought, both sides claimed to be the righteous camp, and they were also concerned about the mortal army below, so they tacitly did not use their magical powers on the mortals.

Therefore, when the final casualties were calculated, what killed the most soldiers of the Great Zhou army was not Lu Yue's plague or Yu De's arson, but Wen Rui's various vicious schemes and traps.

But things are different now. The eight hundred princes of the Great Zhou and their armies on Mount Tai can no longer enjoy the care of the warring parties. Taoist Mosquito even regards them as fat meat delivered to his doorstep, the first meal of the demon army when they enter the mortal world.

In the eyes of gods and Buddhas, these guys are a group of foolish sinners who are burdened with karmic debts. They have brought disaster upon themselves and come here to cause trouble and seek death. It would be fine if they died themselves, but they must not implicate others.

It would be irresponsible to the human race and all living beings in the world to ruin the mission of stopping the demon mosquitoes because of taking care of these useless rubbish.

From time to time, magical powers that could penetrate the blood clouds would fall to the ground and explode among the crowd, turning a large number of nobles who were huddled together into ashes.

All the kings, princes, generals and ministers were just a group of wriggling maggots at this moment, being trampled into meat paste under the feet of the giants fighting each other.

Mortals who die at the hands of gods and Buddhas are considered to have good fortunes, at least they do not suffer so much. Moreover, no matter how heavy their karma is, they are killed by gods and Buddhas, which can be considered as being liberated, and their bad karma can be cleared. The worst that can happen is that they will be reborn as animals, rather than falling into the Avici Hell and never being reborn.

The mortals who were even less fortunate were contaminated by the blood raindrops falling from the sky, and their bodies immediately became festered, and they felt unbearable numbness and itching. Even if their skin was torn apart, they were unable to eliminate the pain and torture that penetrated deep into their bones.

If they die under the corrosion of blood, their souls will merge with the blood and turn into a wisp of wronged soul in the sea of ​​blood, never to be reborn.

There is a blood pool filled with sea water in hell, which is called the Blood Pool Hell. Even if the blood pool is filled with only a part of the blood sea water, it is enough to make the sinners thrown into the blood pool suffer unbearable pain.

The sea of ​​blood is trillions of times vaster than the blood pool, and the concentration of blood in it is far higher than that of the water in the blood pool. Being merged into the sea of ​​blood is a thousand times more miserable than being thrown into the hell of the blood pool.

The moment the gods and demons started fighting, the fortune of the Great Zhou was cut in half. Any Taoist priest with a little bit of cultivation who used the qi-gazing technique to take a quick look at this time would subconsciously say the prophecy: "The Great Zhou is finished."

Not only were the upper-class nobles captured in one fell swoop, but in order to make the Fengshan ceremony grand, many princes also brought civil and military officials from the court. The princes originally planned to have them serve as witnesses to prove that they had replaced the Zhou emperor legitimately, similar to team building to increase team cohesion.

The princes' sons and princesses were also brought along with them. The princes' consideration was that if the Fengshan ceremony was successful, their descendants would share in the joy and ensure that their descendants would have a stable kingdom.

If the Fengshan ceremony fails and is taken over by other princes, and now there is a severe drought in the world and the stored food and water are about to run out, all we have to do is pray to the gods and Buddhas gathered at Mount Tai, and they will grant us some blessings so that our families will not have to worry about hunger and thirst and will continue to enjoy a life of luxury.

As a result, the bureaucratic group, the military honor group and the future successors of the country who were responsible for maintaining the operation of the country were all swept away.

All cities, towns, and villages of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the southern continent were now completely without a central government. Only the middle and lower-level local officials were gritting their teeth and trying to suppress the people who were like powder kegs due to the severe drought and were ready to gather and rebel at any time.

(End of this chapter)