Words are heart-wrenching.

Everything happens in an instant.

Before the cultivators could react, they saw that the Confucian scholar was actually defeated by this person's words and completely killed.

They were suddenly silent, and looked at Liu Bian's eyes as if they had seen a ghost.

No, it's not just ghosts!

If it is a ghost and a yin soul, it is naturally not uncommon for them to cultivate immortals and enlighten the Dao, and even their own condition, what is the difference between the remnant soul and the ghost when the physical body collapses?

This man is more terrible than evil spirits, he is a demon, and he is a demon in his heart.

Liu Chang's eyes swept over, and when he saw that they were extremely frightened, his eyes didn't dare to look at him directly, and they avoided the edge one after another, and immediately sneered.

These people are all remnant souls left behind after the gods devoured the Dao Heart, and they are immortal Dao people in vain!

These people want to cultivate immortals and immortals, but they have no resolute and decisive thoughts, and they are opportunistic, which is really ridiculous.

Not wanting to pay is like getting a gain, not experiencing risk is like getting a reward, how can there be such a good thing in this world?

If you are insatiable, you will surely bring about your own destruction.

In order to live in peace in this kingdom of God, because of the so-called false immortality, these monks dedicated their souls and wills to this god, causing their bodies to collapse, and their minds were involuntarily, and they only relied on incense and residual thoughts to survive.

This kind of stupid thing of completely putting their own fate in the hands of others, Tai'a is really indebted to them, and they are still full of words in their mouths, and they are not ashamed.

They don't need to do anything, they only need to crush the only remaining thoughts in their hearts with words, and they can destroy themselves and their souls will be scattered.

Thinking of this, Liu Bian realized something in his heart.

The words were like discussions, and his own thoughts were also baptized, and they were all crystal clear, like pearls and gems, without the slightest impurity.

For the essence of cultivation, Liu Yan has a deeper understanding.

The two kinds of cultivation of immortal and martial arts are very different, but in essence, they both attribute boundless power to themselves, which can be said to be the same end.

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Many realizations emerge from the sea of knowledge, such as drinking from a clear spring, and boundless joy emerges from the heart.

Liu Chang's soul body fluctuated, and it was much more condensed.

He took a deep breath suddenly, and the thoughts of his soul were scattered, powerful and powerful, and he actually forcibly pulled the incense around him to strengthen himself.

"If this continues, I will break through to the realm of night travel!" Liu Chang felt the rapid growth of his soul body, and his heart was happy.

Immortal Daogui is in an epiphany.

The tongue fights the immortals, and there is a danger that the Dao heart will be defeated.

The immortal road is long, and if you don't have the heart to overcome obstacles and perseverance, it is impossible to get the ultimate detachment.

How could Liu Bian be afraid, but the more he sharpened, the sharper he became, his own beliefs were like being burned in the fire, and his distracting thoughts disappeared, revealing his true gold, leaving only a golden pure Dao heart, and his cultivation went further.

"Bang!" The table was overturned, and the land lord stood up and stared at Liu Yan viciously, his face was ugly, and his expression was angry.

Seeing the astonishing changes that had taken place in Liu Bian's body, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous and terrifying aura rose all over his body, eager to swallow Liu Bian into his belly, and the depths of his eyes were full of greed and ferocity.

But as if he thought of something, he still fell silent strangely, and his gaze swept to those immortal people again.

The land prince's eyes pressed over, the aura of danger became stronger and stronger, and all the cultivators shivered, although they were afraid of Liu Bian's sharp words in their hearts, they could only step forward.

Their fate is in the hands of the land lord, and they can't resist it at all.

Liu Bian watched coldly, seeing that these cultivators had dedicated their souls and wills to others, and their fate was in the hands of others, and they were slaughtered, it was really pitiful and lamentable!

"Your Excellency's words are sharp, you can see it!" At this time, the crane-haired old man took the lead in speaking, and his words were convincing, and he forced him to ask, "But why did Your Excellency kill my Taoist friend with words?

"Hmph!" Liu Bian sneered, "Destroying my Dao heart with words is no less than killing my life." Moreover, the Confucian was not killed by me, but brought about his own destruction!"

"He was killed by your words, and we have seen it for all to see, how dare you do such a sophistry in front of everyone!"

"Yes, shameless!" screamed a mean-looking man.

"Are you from a famous family, and you want to argue between a white horse and a horse?" said another old woman, who was also gloomy.

"Refer to a deer as a horse, not as a son of man!" another young man who looked like a scholar in a scarf on his head accused, his face full of awe.

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Seeing the crane-haired old man make a move, other immortal people also began to fight back.

Their words are like knives, mean and harsh, full of hatred, and they want to return the favor to the other and break Liu Bian's Dao heart.

Leisurely, the momentum is violent.

Liu Bian was besieged by everyone, and it was difficult to fight back for a while.

Seeing that his side had the advantage, the crane-haired old man stroked his beard proudly and nodded.

However, a junior in the realm of scribes in the immortal Dao, just dare to discuss the immortal path with my predecessors, today I have to break your Dao heart and obediently return to God!

He looked at Liu Bian's eyes full of pride and pity, and he looked like I am good for you.

"Can you still escape this catastrophe?" The land god took a sip of incense and wine, stared at Liu Bian lightly, and a hideous sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Obediently dedicate all your thoughts, I can still spare your life! If I can re-ascend to the god throne one day, I can also give you a god to behold! If not, hehe, don't blame me......"

Liu Bian sat upright in the center, and the words mixed with mixed thoughts rushed over, confusing his mind.

His soul had just broken through, condensed like substance, and it had become turbulent.

A huge crisis emerged in Liu Bian's heart.

We can't go on like this, we have to fight back.

Otherwise, once his Dao heart collapses, his belief will collapse at that time, and he will be devoured by this god and become his nourishment, and he will become a vassal completely.

"Is this your wishful thinking? How can you get your wish?" Liu Chang glanced at the land lord, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Noise!" he used all his strength to agitate his soul, and suddenly opened his mouth, and the sound was like thunder, resounding all around, suppressing all the cultivators' words for a while.

Liu Bian suddenly got up, and his words were sharp, pointing straight around.

"To be old and not to die is to be a thief! You are vain to be a person in the immortal path, empty for many years, but you are stupid and courageless, and you dedicate your own thoughts to others! Don't you know that the immortal path is cultivated against the sky. You and the others can't even go against a mere wasted god, they shake their heads and tails, like old dogs, and their flattery and ugliness are overflowing, how dare they talk about the fairy way in vain! You and the others are already dead people, their bodies have turned into dry bones, and they should have returned to the underworld, but they are stranded in the world with a remnant soul to breathe, and sooner or later they will kill themselves, and their souls will be scattered. If the Confucian scholar is like this, you will not be able to escape this fate!"

The words were sharp, and every word was like a sharp sword poked into the hearts of all cultivators, like a thousand knives, completely crushing all their thoughts and luck.

The cultivators trembled, as if there was a catastrophe, and their faces were full of despair.

Liu Chang's eyes were like arrows, he stabbed over, took advantage of the situation to pursue, spoke again, and killed them all.

"I don't think the time for you to die is not far off!"