"Ask for mercy from the real people!"

Time's up?

How can this be?

We haven't heard the sermon yet, we haven't broken through yet!

More than 100,000 cultivators knelt on the ground, their eyes full of eagerness: "Speak for us again!"

Zhang Daoran didn't respond, his eyes looked at the hundred and ten people, and his calm face fluctuated slightly: "Huo Tong Dongtian, it's up to you in the future..."

To cultivate immortals, you must first cultivate virtue!

As the so-called moral true immortal, first of all, there must be a source of blessings.

Where did Fuyuan come from?

The source of blessing is that there is a clear distinction between good and evil, and virtue is in the world...

At the beginning, when Zhang Daoran said that he wanted to preach, Zhang Daoran already knew the result. The human heart is different, and the natural idea is different, and the human heart is the most susceptible to demagoguery.

The law is not passed on lightly, and the opportunity cannot be obtained by everyone. Therefore, at the beginning, Zhang Daoran controlled the scope of the sermon within ten miles, which could cover the entire mountain where the sermon was located.

And which Daomen disciples were hesitant one by one. If the heart of the Tao is not strong, how can we attain the Tao?

Cultivating immortals and cultivating virtues, cultivating virtues and cultivating hearts.

Therefore, the first step of a cultivator's cultivation is to cultivate the mind, realize the red dust, and distinguish between good and evil. The first step in Hongchen's cultivation is to distinguish between good and evil. And the cultivators of this world, oppressing the ordinary people in the world, are consumed by the desire for profit, how can they cultivate the Tao?

"If it weren't for the purpose of opening up the world again, these caves and blessed lands are the key, why should the poor Tao preach for you?"

Cultivation has become a mark in life, and these cultivators who have the opportunity to listen to the Tao may not be able to realize it in a short time. Zhang Daoran raised his head slightly and looked at the sky: "This preaching will promote the balance of the Heavenly Dao, but it can't make up for the lack of the Heavenly Dao, and I will come to this world in the future... But now, I'm leaving..."

"This sermon is just to rectify the direction of your cultivation, and in the future, the poor Dao will bring disciples here..."

Zhang Daoran's expression moved, he looked at Bai Yiyuan, who was sitting cross-legged, his eyes were closed, and there was a trace of yin aura on his body, and nodded slightly: "As the so-called half-way monk, there are distracting thoughts. The white paper leaves marks, and it is difficult to clean... Although the source is different, the future path is far from being comparable to you..."

Glancing around, Zhang Daoran stood up, the corners of his mouth curled and said softly: "I've been preparing for nine months, aren't you ready to start?"

It seems to verify Zhang Daoran's guess, above the entire mountain peak of the abruptness, and even the dozens of miles around the peak where the sermon is located, the fog is steaming, like the end of the world, and the chaotic qi invades...

"Oh my God!"

Suddenly, a sound sounded, with the intent of killing, resounding throughout the entire radius of a hundred miles...

"Earth..."

The intent of killing became stronger and stronger, the fog covered the sky, and a trace of death filled the entire space.

The whole world is constantly shaking, flying sand and rocks, and there are many visions.

"People!"

Suddenly, the world seems to stand still, time, space, thinking... Everything seems to have been cursed by a great supernatural person, and everything has stopped.

"Ten kills, four elephants, and nine days to fight the great array!"

Faintly, this sentence appeared in my mind.

This sentence seems to carry magic power, depriving all life. The blood clots, and the soul drifts away. The Yin God is like a piece of aluminum, put into hydrochloric acid, and instantly dissolves...

The formation was activated, and the person who set up the formation did not appear at all, as if he was around, but faintly, as if he was separated by countless worlds, remotely controlling everything here.

......

"Ten kills, four elephants, and nine days to fight the great array!"

At this moment, more than 100,000 cultivators were all enveloped in it. Every cultivator, because of Ding Quanyang, knows the secrets of the ancients.

The Ten Kills, Four Elephants and Nine Heavens Decisive Formation is undoubtedly a killing formation that cannot be resisted at all. Once you get caught up in it, there is only death. Some cultivators began to panic, feeling the passage of strength, feeling the continuous collapse of the Yin God...

"Ding Quanyang is right, this preacher is a disciple of Ling Tianzong!"

Now everything can prove that the preacher is a disciple of Ling Tian Sect!

Disciples of Ling Tian Sect, start killing again!

"It's over..."

Ten kills, four elephants, and nine days of decisive array, there is no way to resist at all. Once you get caught up in it, there is only death. These cultivators were all like ashes: "What kind of chance, this is nothing more than a trap, a conspiracy... No matter how careful we are, we still can't escape the doom......"

The Ten Kills, Four Elephants and Nine Heavens Decisive Array is nothing special, it seems to be in the dark, with mysterious power. This kind of power is to deprive all of life.

......

More than 100,000 cultivators, one by one, have given up resistance.

Because they know that resistance is useless.

They gave up their struggle and waited for death to come, because they knew that even if they struggled, it would be in vain...

"Ugh..."

Abruptly, a sigh kept echoing in everyone's mind.

This sigh is like a cold winter wax moon, when the sky is full of snow, a house appears, a bonfire appears, and food is placed...

Jedi Reborn!

With this sigh, the energy that continued to dissipate, like a dream, returned to its peak... The Yin God, which was constantly collapsing, also abruptly recovered as before at this moment...

"I don't know what to do, but I am resentful..."

An indifferent voice spread throughout the entire formation: "The killing is not stopped, the Dao heart is like a demon..."

One by one, the hundreds of thousands of cultivators were distracted, and they felt incredible: "What's going on? Why is the formation still there, and we are no longer affected? The preacher just now is not a disciple of Ling Tian Sect?"

Just when they were full of doubts, a giant hand suddenly appeared in the sky.

The palm of the hand is as big as the sky, and it grabs somewhere...

"Click..."

The space was like a mirror, shattered by brute force, and the entire sky was full of cracks.

"Whoa..."

The space had literally shattered, and a black hole had appeared above the sky.

Raising his hand to retract it, his voice was helpless: "Dao heart is like a demon, just to kill." The mind is incomplete, the demonic energy is rampant, and if it goes on like this, the whole world will become purgatory... In this way, the poor path will lead to the Heavenly Dao, and Ling Tianzong will be completely destroyed because of this..."

"Who are you?"

A terrible voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

In the dull eyes of hundreds of thousands of cultivators, the big hand disappeared, and a circular Dharma theory appeared in the air.

"Poor Dao is just an ordinary cultivator, you are a heavenly demon, you should not be rational... The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high. The magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high. The balance of Dao and Demon is the way of heaven... The devil should exist, not be controlled by someone. In this way, the heavens and the earth will be clear, and good and evil will be rewarded and punished accordingly..."

Zhang Daoran stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the Dharma theory in the void, exuding an evil aura, and it was not destroyed**: "Cultivators have no demons in their hearts, no fears, and their hearts are consumed by profit, all because the demon path is secretly hidden and controlled by others. ”

"Who are you... Why do you know?"

** Transfiguration and becoming a young monk.

"Poor Dao said that Poor Dao is just an ordinary cultivator, a cultivator who has no outstanding place......

Zhang Daoran smiled slightly: "Your time is up, if the Dao is balanced today, you should not continue to exist, the Demon Dao **, it is a part of the Heavenly Dao, you have been away from the Heavenly Dao for too long, so, you should return to the Heavenly Dao..."

"No..."

The young cultivator's figure gradually faded, turning into a streamer of light, burrowing into the void...

At this moment, there seemed to be some kind of different atmosphere between heaven and earth.