The Twelve Talismans at the Beginning Usher in the Troubled Times of the Late Ming Dynasty

In the last years of Chongzhen, hell began. Lin Shendu opened his eyes and saw the northern purgatory, with a Tatar butcher's knife hanging from his neck. Twelve talismans enter the body, which are both curses and powers: The Ox Talisman - split mountains and rocks, and tear apart enemy chieftains alive. Rabbit Talisman - Faster than thunder, raining arrows like snails. Horse Talisman - White bones give rise to muscle, but it devours the soul. The talisman is the murder weapon, and Lin Shendu is the madman with the blade. The shamans of the Qing court wanted to extract souls and refine bones, the immortals in the wild outside the pass coveted the practice of human skin, the Taoist sects of the Central Plains shouted to kill demons and defend the Tao, the Western priests hid the murderous intention of destroying the saints, and the Ming court regarded them as the pawns of vicious dogs. Everybody get out of here! The giant siege hammer shattered with one foot, and thousands of knights were burned in the molten gold blood pupils. Wherever it passed, there was only a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood paving the way. In these troubled times, gods and Buddhas are blocking the way? Demon blocking the road? One punch! Become! Damn! Pink!