The road is open.

The road to the other side.

"Everyone, go in." The god of death said softly.

The heroes turned around slowly, but stopped immediately.

A Yingling suddenly shouted loudly: "Ergouzi, help me take good care of my parents!"

"Last brother, if the city wall falls, I will kick you to death! This is the city wall I protect with my life!"

"Xiao Wang, stop crying! Just like a man! Remember, pay attention to your back! I can't help you next time! Pay attention to your back! Grass, if you have a next life, I will never be your squad leader... Oh, forget it, next time, I will be your squad leader, you are a cheater..."

"Er Chong, don't let me see you below. If I see you there, I will kick you in the ass! Live well and defend your country!"

"Okay, don't cry!"

"Everyone, let's go!"

The soldiers on the city wall cried and saluted again.

And the heroes slowly turned around and walked towards the dark road.

suddenly.

A Yingling laughed: "I heard that the brothers over there are fighting each other!"

As soon as these words were said, the heroes who were originally a little sad were stunned, and then they were excitedly ready to try!

"Haha, I didn't expect that I could fight after death! Let's go and help the brothers!"

"When I was alive, fight with the sea beast, and when I died, haha, it's interesting, go!"

"Brothers, hold on, we're here!"

"Look at how powerful those gods of death are! Damn, I'm the first in the group to fall and grab the game!"

"Eighteen years have been too long. I just want to overturn the Temple of Death and return to Daxia!"

"By the way, we can't kill us in this state... I'm afraid of it. Not to mention the god of death, even if the king of heaven comes, I dare to do it!"

"Brother of the 138th Regiment, lean on me, our regiment commander is here, let him command!"

"Dry!"

"Brothers, when we come back with our brothers over there, we will meet again soon!"

"Ten thousand flags kill Yama!"

Even the compassionate master who had always been calm and had a smile on his face, his soul body emitted a burning Buddha light, and he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the little monk has been compassionate for a lifetime, and today he went to hell... simply overturned hell!"

"Amitabha, my Buddha wants the grassland today!"

"Brothers, kill!"

Those heroic spirits who were reluctant to leave were actually screaming and rushing into the other side of the temple to the Death Temple, without even urging or driving away the god of death.

But when the agent's death was trembling all over when he saw this scene!

It is a good thing for these souls to cooperate in this way.

On weekdays, the souls harvested by the god of death are unwilling to accept reality at the beginning, and they will run away and resist in all kinds of ways.

The agent Death God could only keep urging him or drive him away directly, and took some effort to force the other party to the Temple of Death.

It's like the soul he harvested in a country called the Free Country before, who was beaten into meat and died in a very miserable way.

The fat man wanted to run away and said, "I am the first predecessor of the Free Country. We can cooperate. I will provide you with huge benefits..."

The agent, Death God, chopped him up with a sickle until the fat man could no longer speak, and was thrown into the other side by him.

And these Daxia souls in front of him... this is the first time he has seen such a soul that cooperates with him.

There was no need to say anything more to me, and I rushed in.

and.

Logically speaking, the little god of death should be happy to harvest souls and complete achievements.

But he couldn't be happy!

This is the soul of the people of Daxia!

The most troublesome group of souls in the entire Temple of Death is now!

Are these people rushing in to cooperate with me to reincarnate at the Temple of Death?

They went in and fucked!

Especially the monk, who was dead and still so fierce, the Buddha light emitted from his body made him, the little agent, feel the pressure!

"Damn, I'm in trouble now..."

The flames in the eyes of the Death Skeleton were pounding rapidly, nervous and frightened.

He even wanted to stop him!

But as the god of death, his job is to maintain the rules of life and death and send the souls of the deceased into the temple of death.

Once the rules of life and death are violated, one's own death will disappear.

But if you don't stop it...

The red flag outside the Temple of Death will probably be more!

At that time, the Lord of Death will still punish himself!

Whether it is delivered or not, it is impossible to get it.

"I can't blame me... I can't stop this. Besides, this is my job!"

"This is the rule of life and death. If I don't send them in, I will dissipate..."

The agent's God of Death looked complicated, and finally floated to Mr. Zhang with trembling trembling, almost begging: "Senior, senior, please, it's really difficult for us to do it, and it's not easy for us God of Death..."

"Next time, if you ask them to cooperate with reincarnation, we can make an exception and arrange strong bodies and extremely talented people for their next life. Don't fight with us with such a fighting spirit... If this continues, there will be big problems."

Zhang Chengfeng looked at the little god of death in front of him and smiled softly: "Haha."

at the same time.

A gray and white space between life and death.

The dark hall stood quietly, exuding the breath of death, but at this moment, there was a dazzling bright red outside the hall.

Countless flags are flying!

Five stars are painted on the flag!

More than 300,000 temple guardian gods who have been living a retirement life for tens of thousands of years, stood in front of the door of the Temple of Death, holding the god of death sickle nervously and staring at the souls in military uniforms.

Opposite them was a bunker built with sandbags, trenches and wire mesh. The souls in Daxia military uniforms were ready to form formations and looked at the gods of death guarding the temple.

Although there were no guns in his hand, they were all holding sticks and stones. Some heroes even held the snatched death sickle in their hands. The corresponding one was some deaths with bare hands, and they were obviously stolen from their sickle...

"These guys are too much!"

"When I got here, I didn't let go of my obsession!"

"Relying on our indestructible soul bodies, they did not reincarnate, they were still enemies with us and built bases under our noses. Now they still had to surround us and develop some death gods to join them..."

"They have to be dealt with!"

"Get war on, just rush them down, drag them into the cycle of reincarnation, and press them to reincarnate!"

A god of death shouted!

Another god of death gritted his teeth and said, "Finally, talk to them, if they don't agree, they will start a war!"

It's really hard for the other party to fight.

The Temple of Death has fought with them until now, and has no choice but to do anything about it.

Although these guys are bare-handed, they are well-trained and have strong fighting ability. The key is that they are also placing troops and camping step by step.

The most important thing is that no matter how strong the God of Death is, he cannot kill the soul...

These gods of death have suffered a lot.

Immediately, a god of death picked up the horn and shouted: "My Temple of Death makes an exception for you. As long as you are willing to cooperate, my Temple of Death can not only arrange for you to be reincarnated into Daxia, but also provide you with a strong body in the next life, excellent talent, and in just eighteen years, he will be a hero again..."

"The opportunity must not be missed, and you will never come again!"

"There is a discount for reincarnation now! One last chance!"

The Daxia heroes who stood firm were completely unmoved. While staring at these gods of death, they shouted loudly: "Eighteen years are too long! Daxia needs us!"

"That's right, unless we let us go back immediately, no one will have to talk about it!"

"Don't you figured out the situation yet? Now we are ready to surround you!"

Some political commissar even picked up the trumpet and shouted loudly: "Why do we want to meet each other with swords? We should be brothers from family. Death God, although you are not human, you are also born by mothers. You also have your own relatives and friends. You are also working in the Temple of Death. After all, we are all proletarian brothers and sisters."

"It's better to join us and overthrow the brutal ruling class together! Everyone welcomes freedom and equality!"
To be continued...