Chapter 271 Vishnu incarnates, Asura goes to heaven! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

The gods rushed out of the earth in a mighty manner.

Fortunately, they had accumulated enough experience over the long years, and the retreat was actually carried out in an orderly and orderly manner.

Surya, the sun god, leads the way.

Millions of troops surged like the sea, standing on the golden divine ship, moving together. Under the radiance of the morning light, they looked like the shining scales of a golden carp, exuding beautiful brilliance.

Uh-huh!

The gods led the army of Gandharvas into the void and rushed out of the earth one after another.

"Vayyu!"

"You take the Gandharva army back to the heaven first, make everything ready, and immediately move towards the Brahma Realm!"

Surya, the sun god, waved his arms.

He raised his staff high and shouted loudly, commanding the army of Gandharvas.

The next moment, he turned to look at the other gods and continued: "Let's go to the Milk Sea and ask the Lord for help. As long as the Lord is here, we can definitely save the defeat!"

Fire God Agni's eyes moved slightly.

He looked at the army of Gandharvas with great relief.

"Look at how our army retreats in such an orderly manner. Those Asuras will never be able to do that. They will just flee."

Agni, the God of Fire said.

"That's right!"

"Agni is right!"

Water God Varuna also shook his head, and then agreed.

"???"

Garuda tilted his head and opened his eyes wide. His golden eyes were full of doubts, and question marks appeared above his head.

It doesn't look like they've lost. Are they really losing?

"We are defeated!"

Garuda said seriously.

Sun God Suriya looked solemn and replied: "I understand!"

Uh-huh!

Garuda turned to look at the God of Fire.

"I know it too!"

Agni, the god of fire, also shook his head.

He slowly walked to Garuda's side, shook his head lightly, and said slowly: "This King Bali is too powerful, but we must win it back in the end. As long as we have the help of the Lord, everything will get better. We will definitely win it back in the end." Will win it back.”

Garuda listened to these words.

"..."

He couldn't help but frown slightly, and was speechless for a moment, unable to speak.

They were all defeated!

The only way now seems to be to find the Lord.

In a sense, this sentence is really no problem!

But their failure as warriors was a heartbreaking event, and the reaction of the gods was too bland.

"Garuda!"

"I know you are worried about your mother, but this is all the result of karma!"

Aruno, the God of Dawn, sat on the chariot. He held the reins with both hands, turned his head and blinked, looking at his tall brother.

He spoke slowly.

"When my mother broke my eggshell and I lost my lower body, I impulsively cursed her."

"I regret it now too!"

"Now that the nectar has been stolen, King Asura is even more difficult to resist. This is also a test for you!"

"You have to stay calm. Only when you are calm can you develop wisdom. Only by doing things that are in line with the Dharma can you save your mother!"

Aruno said calmly.

Now that Garuda has been defeated, it is useless to worry. The only way is to go to the God of Protection.

Hearing this, Garuda took a deep breath.

He clasped his hands together, looked at his brother with respect, and listened to the teachings.

"I see!"

"elder brother!"

Garuda spoke.

Uh-huh!

The gods stood on the chariot of the sun.

They carried the bright morning light, crossed the vast sea of milk, stirred up the boundless sea fog, and rushed towards Pigongzha.

At this time, Pigongzha was in the middle.

Goddess Lakshmi's beautiful eyes blinked, and her eyes lit up with joy. Smiling, he looked at Vishnu who had returned and was radiating divine light.

"Husband!"

"You don't look worried!"

Goddess Lakshmi smiled.

Vishnu blinked, his lotus eyes sparkling.

"Now neither gods nor Garudas can stop Asuras!"

"This time, I will appear in a new incarnation to get everything back on track!"

Vishnu said slowly.

To prevent greater damage.

This time, his incarnation will not win with strength, but with wisdom.

Vishnu slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, a faint golden light emanated from his body, the wonderful sounds of Pigong Zha sounded in unison, and the sacred sounds of praise suddenly echoed in the city of thousands of gates.

Uh-huh!

Golden light emerged, like a blooming golden lotus, blooming here.

Then a child dressed in white appeared.

The boy was handsome, with a pure and kind smile. He was dressed as a Brahmin monk, with rudraksha beads on his neck, wooden shoes on his feet, and a wooden umbrella in his hand.

"Vamana!"

Vishnu's eyes were affectionate as he stared at the dwarf child in front of him, and with a smile on his lips, he read out the name.

This is him after his four incarnations: the spirit fish, the turtle, the wild boar and the man-lion.

The fifth incarnation!

Vamana!

He will call Indra back in the form of Vamana.

…

Within the realm.

As soon as Indra returned to the Asura Temple, the chief priest came over with a cane in his hand and a look of disappointment on his face.

"The preparations for this victory festival are still not thorough enough!"

"I can't hold it anymore so quickly!"

The Priest Immortal sighed.

Hearing this, Indra was slightly startled, his face full of curiosity.

"What happened to the Victory Festival?"

Indra asked.

The priest-priest immortal held his staff and slammed it on the ground, making a muffled sound.

He shook his head, his face filled with sadness and a bit of confusion.

"This 'Victory Sacrifice' has been prepared for nearly a thousand years. According to my plan, you must at least defeat the gods one by one, defeat four of them in succession, and win four out of four battles to absorb most of the power gained from the sacrifice during these thousand years!" "

"But it seems like you only absorbed it three times and it was over!"

"Am I not prepared enough?!"

"It shouldn't be!"

"With so many ascetics, we have been preparing for thousands of years. The power in this is huge."

"Even if you beat Surya, you will probably have to beat ten of him."

The priest-priest immortal looked suspicious.

According to his plan, he had to defeat Surya, Agni, Vayu and Varuna at least four times, and then he could barely absorb more than half of the power of the sacrifice.

It ended three times!

This had to make the priest, the Immortal, suspect that there was something wrong with the steps he took to hold the victory ceremony.

"Where did I go wrong?"

The head priest was full of doubts.

Forehead……

Indra lowered his head and thought slightly.

In his first battle, he killed the great Asura Namochi, and in his second victory, he defeated the four great gods in one fell swoop.

Finally he defeated Garuda again!

If the Guru counts victory as defeating Surya, Agni, Vayu and Varuna alone, it counts as four victories.

Then he is probably four in one!

Indra opened his mouth, but still didn't tell the result. He raised his hand and patted the priest's shoulder, saying.

"tutor!"

"It's okay, even three times is not bad!"

"The power of this sacrifice was absorbed so quickly. It's probably not your fault. It's my fault that I didn't fight fast enough!"

Indra said.

Hearing this, the worshiping immortal shook his head and was filled with emotion.

Indra is really becoming more and more merciful!

This is an advantage!

But when dealing with some enemies, excessive kindness will be regarded as weakness, causing those asuras to step forward to provoke.

"Unexpectedly, I started to worry that Indra was becoming too kind!"

"well!"

The worshiping immortal sighed in his heart.

He shook his head and raised his forehead, stared at Indra, and said.

"Indra!"

"Now that this sacrifice is over, I have become more comfortable with the research on Sukara's large arrays."

"We should go back too!"

The priest said to the immortal.

They have been in this world for nearly a thousand years.

It's okay if the God Master leaves for a short time, but if the Heavenly Emperor also leaves with him, there will definitely be problems if it lasts too long.

It would be better for Indra to return to heaven as soon as possible!

Hearing this, Indra was slightly startled.

Going back like this?

He stayed here well, and his strength in ascetic cultivation increased rapidly. Returning to the heaven would not be worth the gain!

"I'll think about it again!"

"I have plans in the underworld!"

Indra said casually.

plan?

The priest-priest sage blinked his eyes and stared at Indra, showing surprise.

He had been preparing for the 'Victory Sacrifice' during this period, and he never quite understood what Indra was doing.

Thinking about it now, Indra seemed to have stayed in the underworld for no reason after finding him.

You can practice penance anywhere, it doesn't have to be in the earthly realm.

But Indra remained in the lower world!

If you think about it carefully, this plan mentioned by Indra is the reason.

"what's the plan?"

The priest priest asked curiously.

cough! cough!

Indra raised his hand, lowered his head slightly, tapped his chin with his fist, and coughed twice.

He didn't continue talking!

Um? !

The priest-priest immortal stared.

It seems that Indra's plan is not completed yet and may have to wait for a while.

With this thought in mind, the Immortal Priestess narrowed his eyes and spoke quickly.

"This plan……"

"If you need me anywhere, feel free to ask."

The priest said to the immortal.

Hearing this, Indra was stunned at first, and then relaxed.

"good!"

Indra relaxed and smiled.

At this time, bursts of rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside the Asura Temple.

Indra and the priest-priest sage looked at each other, both pretending to be solemn.

"king!"

"tutor!"

"Good news!"

"Our scouts reported that the gods have left the heaven. Now that there is no army in the heaven, we can completely occupy the heaven directly!"

Proman and other Asura generals rushed over, all looking excited.

Vairocana also showed joy.

“What a great time!”

Plowman spoke.

After the victory, Boli did not allow them to pursue. They had given up hope in heaven. Who knew that the gods would be so decisive and abandon the heaven directly? It was really beyond their expectations.

Hearing this, Indra opened his mouth slightly.

Forehead……

Surya and the others really all ran away!

Really!

He didn't even chase him, which was too decisive!

"No! No!"

"This must be a conspiracy by the gods, they must have set an ambush there!"

Indra said.

Seeing this scene, Vairocana couldn't help but look anxious and stepped forward quickly.

"Mahabali!"

"According to the scout's report, the gods have moved away all the wealth, but the palace was too hasty to move away. The surrounding space is peaceful and quiet, and there will definitely be no ambush!"

Vairochana path.

This is a great opportunity to occupy the heaven, don’t waste it!

"correct!"

Vairocana was nervous and clapped his hands suddenly, making a crisp sound.

"After the gods left, the throne of the Heavenly Emperor still remained in the heaven, and the scouts have already sent him here!"

Vairochana just finished speaking.

Outside the temple.

A dozen Asura soldiers carried a huge golden throne on their shoulders and carried it slowly up the steps step by step.

The throne is heavy!

The whole body is made of gold, exuding bright golden light. Bright Mani gemstones are inlaid on it, and soft divine threads are woven into soft pillows and spread on the throne, showing luxury.

"ah?"

"These guys actually moved my throne back!"

Indra stared at the familiar throne and couldn't help but be stunned.

This is really his throne!

He admitted that when he went to the Brahma world in the past, he also placed the throne in the heaven for Asura to take. But when he threw the throne away and now he picked it up again, the feeling was completely different.

It’s really dumbfounding!

The Priest Immortal on the side was also stunned. He was now pretending to be Sukara and hiding in the underworld. He didn't expect to see the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.

How can the gods be so cowardly!

The worshiping celestial being thought.

At this moment, Indra and Indra's eyes flickered and their expressions were complicated.

Vairocana spoke again.

"O Mahabali!"

"They also left several statues, not only of the former King Asura, but also of you!"

Vairocana said with a solemn expression.

He raised his palm, and bits of golden-red divine light surged out from his fingertips, turning into a shimmering screen of light.

In the light curtain, there are shadows.

Several huge stone statues suddenly emerged.

These statues are extremely huge, with golden eyes, golden beds and horse heads in different postures. The sculptures are lifelike, as if they are real Asuras who have returned from resurrection.

Statues of Andhaka and Bhabhivan are also erected on both sides.

Next to the stone statue of Bhabhiwen, there is an equally huge stone statue.

This stone statue seemed to have been cut with a knife and an axe. Countless stripes and carvings appeared, as if it was torn apart by the blade of the wind. It looked like a quick product.

The appearance of the stone statue is vaguely similar to that of Indra today.

"This seems to be me?"

Indra touched his chin and murmured.

He shook his head and looked at the statue up and down, feeling very speechless.

This stone statue is so sloppy!

Although his current appearance is not his real appearance, it is still part of his handsome face, but this stone statue is so ugly.

I can't bear it!

Indra raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand and said.

"Walk!"

"Go to heaven!"

…

Above the sea of milk.