Now, Wang Qian finally understood.

When the aura was tidal for the first time, the cultivators were still able to suppress it, and they didn't let the ordinary people know the news.

During the second aura tide, the number of demons increased greatly again, and the cultivators were already short of manpower, so these news about demons appeared on the Internet.

This time the tide of aura, if it is really ten times that of the previous one, it is estimated that the suppression will not be suppressed, and the country will not be able to hide it, and most of them will announce the news of the revival of the aura to the public.

At that time, it may really be time to enter the era of national cultivation.

There are pros and cons to the cultivation of the whole people, and it is impossible for everyone to be a good person after they start to practice, and there will always be some people who will be confused by the strength of ordinary people.

When some ordinary people suddenly learn that they can become superhuman, the evil thoughts in their hearts will explode.

If you can suppress it, it's okay to say, if you can't suppress it, it is estimated that you will become like a cultist.

At that time, the whole society may fall into a state of panic.

Of course, this is just Wang Gan's speculation, and the specific matters still depend on the country's arrangements.

Maybe there is still a hidden power in the country that can suppress the demonic riots during the tide of spiritual energy?

After returning to the dormitory, Wang Qian couldn't fall asleep over and over, and his mind was full of things about the tide of spiritual energy.

Not just Wang Qian, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for every cultivator.

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In the sword gate of Shushan, a towering mountain, as high as a thousand lengths, this mountain is like a sharp sword, straight into the sky, exuding a fierce atmosphere.

This high mountain is the Heavenly Sword Peak, the first of the seven main peaks of the Shushan Sword Gate.

The sect master of the Shushan Sword Sect, as well as every Supreme Elder, lived in seclusion in the Heavenly Sword Peak.

At this time, the peak of Tianjian Peak, a quaint thatched house, this thatched house looked slightly dilapidated and unremarkable, the only thing that stood out was that in the open space outside the thatched house, there was a black long sword suspended in the air.

In the thatched hut, an old man sat cross-legged on the bed, the old man was full of silver threads, his shoulders were scattered, his body was thin, but he was very straight, exuding a proud and fierce atmosphere, like a peerless fierce sword hidden in the front.

This old man is the last sect master of Shushan, and he is also the first elder of the Shushan Sword Sect - Dugu seeks defeat.

Dugu Qiu sat on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, and shot out two rays of light, like two substantial swords.

The tea table and tea chair in front of him instantly split apart and turned into sawdust.

Dugu's defeated fingers moved, and an aura coiled around his fingertips, slowly flowing.

Glancing at the aura current, Dugu muttered: "The aura is so restless, the aura tide this time is not simple, what should be the fate of human beings?"

Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master's Mansion, the old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei, stood on a cliff with his hands behind his back, his robe moved with the wind, and the sound of hunting.

Under the cliff is a bottomless canyon filled with mist, but for the old heavenly master, it is like flat ground.

The Celestial Master's face was sad, and he sighed softly as he looked at the endless mountains in the distance, like sleeping beasts.

Is such a ferocious aura tide good or bad for human beings?

In Yanjing Province, the capital of China, in an antique courtyard, an old man and a handsome woman looked at each other.

The old man was dressed in a black Tang suit, with gray hair, a resolute face, no anger and self-authority between his eyebrows, and his momentum was like a tiger.

The woman is slender, wearing a simple small bun, wearing an elegant white cheongsam, with a faint pattern of daisies, and delicate white edges locked at the neckline, cuffs and skirt, the whole person is like a tranquil and beautiful daisy.

The old man's name is Nie Bairen, the founder of the Demon Suppression Army, one of the peak powerhouses in China, and his strength is not weaker than that of the old Heavenly Master.

The woman's name is Leng Rou, who is also the peak powerhouse of China and the director of the Security Bureau.

Nie Bairen's eyes were sharp, his voice was thick, like a bell, and he said, "Old Han, what should we do with this spiritual energy tide?"

Leng Rou glared at Nie Bairen, and said coquettishly: "It's all said, don't call me old Han, call me old." ”

The slender fingers picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip lightly, and sighed softly: "I don't know what to do? ”

"Alas!"

Nie Bairen sighed lowly, his brows furrowed, and he didn't answer.

Ningdu, Jiangxi, a deep alley near the suburbs, is a long-established shop.

Outside the store, a banner is hung, with the four ancient characters of feng shui fortune-telling written on the front and the Zhou Yi gossip written on the back.

An old man in a cyan robe and a slightly bald head stood quietly in the dean.

The old man's face was old, wrinkles like ravines, deeply imprinted on his face, his hair was thin, and he was a little hunchbacked, but his eyes were like a lighthouse in the dark night, and they were extremely bright.

The old man stretched out his hand, and a ball of spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips, and the restless spiritual energy was like a gentle lamb at this time.

"The great world is coming!"

The old man said softly, his voice was like the sound of a flute, melodious and ethereal.

In an instant, the figure of the old man suddenly disappeared in place, and only a few fallen leaves fell from the withered branches of the ashamed tree

Russia, a barren and populated ice field, full of frost, raging at will, like a devouring beast, as far as the eye can see, it is all a vast white, whistling wind, making this ice field a fierce place.

But at this moment, more than a dozen black dots suddenly appeared in the ice field.

As the distance was pulled, these more than ten small dots were actually more than a dozen giant wolves with a body size and a length of more than twenty meters, like ancient beasts.

The giant wolf's thick limbs, like four stone pillars, hide terrifying strength, his face is hideous, and his eyes exude a faint fierce light.

These giant wolves walked in the ice field, and stopped suddenly, how the wind and snow raged, but they couldn't get close to the wolves.

Among the wolves, there was a white wolf surrounded by giant wolves, his neck, chest, and abdomen had a large area of gray hair, emitting a platinum-like light, dazzling, and exuding a fierce tiger and wolf might.

In the next second, the white wolf king's body trembled, and a phantom image appeared, turning into a strong man with a height of two meters, with muscles all over his body bulging high, full of explosive power.

Immediately afterwards, the giant wolves behind the strong man also turned into human beings, both male and female, and their bodies were very strong.

A man walked up to the strong man and asked in fluent Russian, "Chief, is the aura tide coming again?"

The strong man nodded slightly, his expression was serious, and he also replied in Russian: "Yes, this time the tide of spiritual energy is ten times more fierce than before, which may be a bad thing." ”

The people behind the strong man, no one refuted, and they all understood the meaning of the strong man's words.

United States.

In a vast forest, through this lush forest, through the dense branches, you can see an old castle surrounded by many thorns and roses, which seems to be very old, and the high gray walls are covered with dark green vines.

However, in the castle, there is a golden splendor, dazzling crystal lamps, revealing the elegant taste of the castle owner.

The walls around the castle are covered with many works of art, all of which are rare treasures in the outside world.

In the main hall of the castle, a white man with blond hair and blue eyes, a burly body, and wearing a gorgeous suit sat on the throne, feeling the restless soul power particles in the air, and his eyes were both happy and worried.

Greece, on the hills of Olympos.

Twelve strong men, shrouded in all kinds of light and shadow, are like real gods.

These twelve people, who claim to be the inheritors of the twelve main gods of Olympus, are followed by countless followers.

At this time, twelve people were arguing fiercely, and there was only one topic, and that was the aura tide.

Vatican City, Pontifical Palace.

In a magnificent palace, every piece of the palace, every detail can be described as extremely exquisite, the cross standing on the wall points directly to the sky, and every place in the palace is magnificent.

Above the palace, on an intricately carved throne, the Pope was dressed in a black robe, with a golden helmet on his head, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Only through the helmet could you see the worry in the Pope's eyes.

......

This night, not only Huaxia, but also every country, every island, and countless powerhouses in the world all had heavy faces, and their hearts were full of worries about this aura tide.

It's not just China that is plagued by demons, it's every country in the world.

In Yanjing Province, in a courtyard, Nie Bairen and Cold Rou have been constantly discussing, discussing how to deal with this aura tide.

In the end, the two of them made decisions at the same time, took out their mobile phones at the same time, and began to notify the peak powerhouses of China who were in all parties.

Shushan Jianmen Dugu seeks defeat, the old heavenly master Zhang Zhiwei, the fortune teller of Ningdu, Jiangxi, the head of Wudang Mountain, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the seven masters of the seven-colored hell, the twelve village masters of the twelve serial docks, and so on.

The true rulers of the fourteen first-class forces in Huaxia, as well as the peak powerhouses who were cultivating alone, all received news from Nie Bairen and Leng Rou at the same time.

One figure after another rose into the sky, turning into an afterimage, and rushed towards the place where Nie Bairen and the others were.

Not only Huaxia, but also the whole world, the peak powerhouses in every country gathered together and began to discuss ways to deal with this aura tide.

The Bonan Front of China.

This is a battle line of more than 3,000 kilometers, in the endless ocean, a dragon-like wall, starting from the Bohai Sea and spreading to the South China Sea.

This city wall is extremely tall, located in the deep sea, but it is like a needle of the sea god, still beaten on the city wall by the turbulent waves, standing tall, standing majestically, as if thinking that the angry eyes of King Kong.

This kind of city wall, which stretches for more than 3,000 kilometers, is impregnable, like that