A farmhouse in the Western Regions.

"He was inside, and when we first picked it up, he was in a coma for half a month, and he drank some water in the middle, and he was still alive."

The farmer walked into the farm with a man dressed as a priest, and everyone around him cast curious glances.

The world is always changing, and when it comes to society, it affects the whole body. In the past, the high status was the powerful people, the asset predators in the financial street, and the aristocratic families that have been inherited for countless years. Now they are clergy, and their privileges are even more extreme.

This is a change in the top-level structure, and the middle and lower layers will also be affected.

Since almost all the reincarnated people showed the importance they attached to agriculture, the status of the peasants was higher than before, especially the collective farms, which were the main productive forces, and there was little order.

Attacking a city may not be a blow to the Holy Cult, but the crime of attacking a farm is tantamount to being ungodly, and it is basically a lifeless death.

The status of the peasants is high, but it is not a good thing. The so-called status is relative, and in a society where the productive forces are generally collapsed, the standard of living except for the top strata is basically lagging behind what it used to be.

However, it does not affect the peasants who can invite clergy, in fact, they are alternative monks from the Western Regions.

The same practice of qi, the same practice is Changchun Gong, the same need for spirit stones, the only difference is that the magic weapon used is incense and fire utensils.

Many people were chanting all kinds of Bible scriptures, but the morning class was over, and they turned around and picked up Changchun Gong.

No way, Changchun Gong is too easy to use.

People can think and compare, and the true fanatics are always a minority. The comparison between the exercises given by the gods and the Changchun Gong is simply the difference between cloud and mud.

The priest frowned slightly and blamed: "Since it's a clergyman, why didn't you report it earlier?" What if treatment is delayed? What if you pretend to be a clergyman? Can you afford it? ”

After asking three questions, the farmer was sweating profusely, and quickly explained: "My lord, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that it was too chaotic some time ago." ”

Remembering the chaos of a year ago, the pastor nodded and asked no more.

However, since you can go without eating or drinking for a month, you must be a cultivator.

When they came to a farmhouse, the farmer opened the door, the man in the corner was lying on the bed weakly, and a few white-feathered chickens ran in out of nowhere, and then were driven out by the farmer.

There are only two people left in the farmhouse.

"Ahem, ahem."

The priest cleared his throat and revealed his presence, lest the other party be frightened and suddenly attack.

Practitioners are superhuman, and due to the emergence of the spiritual senses of the sixth sense, many people will rely excessively on their divine consciousness and their own intuition in the early days. Often, problems similar to the aftermath of war arise, which in turn lead to unnecessary conflicts.

He wasn't sure if the man was injured in Doufa.

After a few seconds, the pastor did not see the other person get up from the bed or turn sideways, only the other's back.

He raised his consciousness slightly, and probed the other party with difficulty.

I didn't feel any breath.

At least build the foundation, and maybe even Jindan Zhenren.

The pastor's expression became respectful, he bowed his hand and said in fluent Shenzhou: "The junior took the liberty to come to the door, and I ask the seniors to forgive me." ”

The person on the bed had a slight reaction, Xu Zhongxian slowly opened his eyes, got up from the bed and coughed twice, and asked, "Why is the Shenzhou language also prevalent in the Western Regions?" ”

Language is the most important feature of a civilization, and there are dozens or hundreds of languages spoken by the human race in the cultivation world, but most of the monks use ancient cultivation languages that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

The original reason was that most of the spiritual texts recorded this language, and many people learned it to facilitate communication and practice.

The world clearly does not have this need.

"Most of the exercises came from the East, and they were all written in the Shenzhou language, and finally ...... Even Heavenly Father used the language of God at first......"

The priest had a slight embarrassment on his face.

Of course, there are places in the Western Regions that retain their own languages, but they are obviously not the areas where they live.

Xu Zhongxian suddenly, in the short memory of Genshin Impact, it seems that the first time that Wuxiang descended a divine metaphor was in the language of Shenzhou.

I think it should be revived in Shenzhou first, and then preconceived, and use whichever one you want.

Xu Zhongxian understood this idea very well, and he preferred to use the language of the Western Regions from the beginning, because there was no need to learn another mortal language. It wasn't until later that the Qingxuan Daoist rebuilt the Immortal Dao that he switched to the Shenzhou language.

Later, knowing that the immortals were in Shenzhou, Xu Zhongxian sincerely felt that the Western Regions was simply a barbarian land.

He sat down and asked:

"How's it going out there now?"

The priest finally saw the face of this senior clearly, with black hair and a shawl, soft facial features, and sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Now Xu Zhongxian has completely gotten rid of the influence of the original body, because the Heavenly Shuyi has left his body.

The Heavenly Pivot is both a holy weapon and an evil weapon.

Only it will slowly merge with the Primordial Heavenly Dao and eventually return to Heaven and Earth.

Xu Zhongxian had already spent a lot of effort simply resisting fusion.

Shenzhou people? If you look so good, you may also be the Chosen One (reincarnated).

"Back to the past, now that peace has been restored outside, civilized society is returning to ......"

As soon as the pastor was halfway through his words, Xu Zhongxian suddenly appeared in front of him, his hand pressed on his forehead, and he didn't have any chance to react at all.

"I'll just look at it."

After that, his eyes went dark, and the priest fell straight to the ground on the spot, he did not die, but only fell into a coma for a short time.

The farmers outside were so frightened that they ran away, and chaos soon engulfed the farm.

Immediately after that, several breaths approached here, although they were all only in the foundation building period, but such a quick reaction surprised Xu Zhongxian. Rapid response to crises and abrupt changes means order, and order does not correspond to the impression of the Western Regions.

God loves the world, the gods make the law, order returns, and the spirit guards.

The Western Regions are getting better, at an incredible rate.

Why? Why is this happening?

Xu Zhongxian's expression was solemn, walking back and forth in the room, constantly pinching his fingers to measure the outside world.

"Something is wrong, why does the natural god pity mortals, why doesn't Wuxiang go to the Tao, but recreate peace. Throughout the ages, it was clear that only immortals would do this, and why did that Wuxiang do it in the first place? ”

Xu Zhongxian immediately decided to go out to have a look, seeing is believing, and hearing is false.

This was related to his plan, if that Great Sage did not use the Primordial Heavenly Dao "correctly", then the Heavenly Shuyi would still be a bomb that could kill the immortals at any time. If that were the case, he might as well stay by his side and emulate his previous life.

Walking out of the farmhouse, a piece of golden light fell, turning into a little starlight sprinkled on the top of Xu Zhongxian's head.

In an instant, he seemed to see a supreme being cast into his gaze.

was discovered.

Xu Zhongxian's face stiffened, and then he quickly understood himself.

For this kind of supreme existence, he was not sure to hide when he had the primordial heavenly dao, let alone now. There is no primordial heavenly way, and he shows his face in front of Wuxiang.

Now is not the time for the first reincarnation, each of them only has to cultivate qi.

"Little guy, go and see the Western Regions, who is better than Li Changsheng?"

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Xu Zhongxian visited three cities in the Western Regions in the past three days.

1st city.

He saw the court sitting on the judgment seat without distraction, deciding good and evil, maintaining order, declaring the law, and restoring peace.

The power directly interfered with the law, which reminded Xu Zhongxian of the White Jade Palace. At that time, all criminal cases needed to be transferred to the White Jade Palace.

This can completely prevent people from abusing power for personal gain, but Xu Zhongxian has always been opposed to this system. It is true that all the immortals will judge to avoid the abuse of power for personal gain, but wouldn't the workload of such immortals increase geometrically?

Misjudgment and self-seeking within a certain range can be tolerated.

And here in the Western Regions, the name is judged by God, but in fact it only relies on mortals.

That Wuxiang refined people into soul slaves, manipulated the other party's mind, and turned the other party into a puppet.

'Poor imitation. Xu Zhongxian commented.

He doesn't mind doing anything to achieve his goal, but if he compares it to the immortals, he is more than a star and a half lower.

The reason why immortals are admired is because they do what others can't and surpass all common sense.

Later, [Futu] Xianzhou replied to him like this: This is a little love, and the immortals want to kill fewer people. The wishes of the human heart are like weeds, a stubble in a hundred years, and a batch in five hundred years.

Xu Zhongxian gradually understood that the Immortal Palace also has historical periodicity, and as long as people's desires still exist, they will repeat themselves again and again. It's just that the immortals bear the weight and kill the corrupt vested interest groups.

Rebellions are not uncommon in Asgard, but under the figure of the immortal majesty, all rebellions seem so small.

2nd city.

Xu Zhongxian saw that there were spirit wrestlers turned into incense on the street acting as police officers, maintaining order in the city. Although these spirit wrestlers were not as good as a ninth-level Qi cultivator, they were enough to deal with ordinary people.

And according to his observations, the spirit wrestlers are more like overseers, and the actual executors are still the policemen composed of mortals and monks.

There is also a recorder in the law enforcement of the cultivation world, and behind it is also the immortal god.

'It's like, barely qualified. ’

The third city.

Xu Zhongxian came to the core of the Incense Fire Divine Court, the Holy City.

He finally saw a prosperous city in the Western Regions, in which the imitation of the Asgard Palace was more similar, with three points of charm.

Relying on the power of the primordial heavenly way, with incense as the body, he finally realized a thousand thoughts like an immortal.

I am the world, and the world is me.

Eventually, he came to the statue of the god in the center of the square, where countless people gathered to spontaneously bow down and pray, and the incense was more than prosperous.

Xu Zhongxian looked up, and suddenly remembered that there had always been an argument in his previous life.

Suppose the immortals take the incense together, then they can have unparalleled incense in an instant, and even reach the extreme of the legendary incense, replacing the heart of heaven with their own heart.

But the immortals didn't walk the incense from beginning to end, because there was no need.

Incense theoretically has infinite possibilities, but in reality, incense alone is enough to stump thousands of people.

Pan Gu has a three-point immortal style.

"How?"

The voice fell above the nine heavens, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in the incense cave, looking up at the great sage.

Pan gourd's eyes are indifferent, sitting on a high platform overlooking the prosperous world of the world.

It's very similar. ’

Xu Zhongxian didn't know what the other party meant by this? This kind of supreme existence at the same level as an immortal can even ignore his own life and death, but at this moment, he is asking for his own opinion.

No, it's a comparison of immortals.

For some reason, the other party seems to be imitating the immortals.

Xu Zhongxian felt that the complimented voice might be able to keep him alive, so he replied: "Handan is a toddler, but he has the demeanor of a three-point immortal. ”

Answering truthfully, he was greeted not by death, but by a chuckle.

"If you say that I am superior to him, you are ignorant. If you say that I am weaker than him, you are fearless. Three points of style, not bad, not bad. ”

"I won't kill you, I'll tell Li Changsheng that I won't be able to teach in the Holy Dengtang in the future."

The Great Celestial Saint is the honorific title of Pan Gu, which was the most formal title in the primeval period, and he didn't use it much, but now Pan Gu feels that it should be more formal.

Xu Zhongxian returned to the same place in a blink of an eye, with the energy of thousands of miles in an instant, the momentum of wanton movement, unable to resist or detect.

In the face of Wuxiang, he deeply felt a sense of insignificance and an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This is also the feeling when facing immortals.

This great sage is going to challenge the immortals.

Looking up at the sky, the incense cave sky hangs high in the Western Regions, and endless beliefs converge, and it already has the power of a holy king.

A phaseless with the cultivation of a holy king.

"You must tell the immortals quickly."

Xu Zhongxian turned his head and left the Western Regions, because the injuries on his body had not fully recovered, and the transportation facilities in the Western Regions were basically paralyzed. He could only walk and run wildly for ten days and ten nights before he barely reached the border of the Western Regions.

If you want to go to China, there is still a long way to go.

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On the other side, rental houses.

There were still a few days left before Zhu Xue's birthday, and the old tree spirits still occupied the small peach forest, discussing the casting process and principle of the primordial heavenly dao.

It can be seen that the old tree spirit is very interested in the methods derived from the specific heaven and earth environment. The level of the method of mending the heavens is only at the level of the Saint King, but due to its special environment, the actual effect can reach the level of non-phase.

Just like the Heavenly Sword, even if Li Changsheng reaches the age of 5,000, this sword can still give him a bonus in strength.

Now it is useless for Li Yi.

Zhu Xue dragged a wide robe and knocked on Bai Shi's door, Bai Shi opened the door with sleepy eyes, and looked down at Xiao Budian, who was only thigh-length in height.

asked, "Xiao Zhuxue, is there something wrong?" ”

Zhu Xue said with a serious expression: "Aunt Bai, three days later, my birthday, remember to prepare gifts." ”

"Huh?" Shiraishi was a little flustered, "It's too late to shop online now, I have to go out." ”

Zhu Xue nodded with satisfaction, and then took a mobile phone from Li Yi and called Wei Xi and Dong Yunshu respectively.

"Aunt Wei, it's my birthday in three days."

"Aunt Dong, it's my birthday in three days."

"Qingxuan Dao Chief, ...... in three days"

"Master of the World, Three Days ......"

After notifying everyone, Zhu Xue was finally willing to return the phone to Li Yi, and sat on the sofa as if she was in a hurry, with a pair of bright big eyes.

I can see that I am looking forward to it.

Li Yi yawned, suddenly felt something, looked up at the window, and continued to play with his mobile phone.

Not long after, there was a sharp knock on the door.

Knock knock!

A little old man hurriedly ran in, his hair was scattered, his expression was nervous, it was one of the eight absolute Yang Cang.

"Immortal Immortal...... Person! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Li Yi had already made up what the other party was going to say next, and almost Tianji Pavilion came to find him with that sentence.

"Immortals! If something is wrong, a catastrophe, a catastrophe, you will have a bloody disaster in the future! ”

Li Yi scratched his buttocks, turned sideways and continued to look at his phone.

These gods in Tianji Pavilion have never been nutritious, and they are not good. Every day he said that he was not good, that was not good, but in the end, his master's master was dead, and he was still alive.

Yang Cang was even more anxious.

"This time it's true, I'd rather believe it than believe it!"

(End of chapter)