Wan Yan Gu didn't know what this man was doing, but he wasn't ready to disobey this person.

People don't want territory, they don't want to worship, they want these people not to die because of their cultivation.

They don't die because of offerings, but because of the 'needs' they create, and in short, they don't need to do any more spiritual work.

Inexplicable, weird.

After thinking about it, he can only blame the previous descendants of this person's family for surviving here.

What?

Does his family have relatives here?

Cultivating to this point, what kind of relatives of the same generation would have died a long time ago.

That's impossible.

"Master."

A wrestler looked at the horrific corpses around him, swallowed his saliva, approached him, and said, "Let's do it."

"Look at what I'm doing!"

Wan Yan Gu glared at him, "Cultivate well, as for the birth cultivation, slow down that person first, we can't beat him, I'm still afraid of him!" ”

The human nature of the Lishi Sect is straightforward, and if there is anything to say, it is not hidden.

It's the same with Wanyan Gu, if you can beat it, you can beat it, if you can't beat it, if you can't beat it, if you're afraid, if you're not afraid, it's okay to say it.

Merely.

"Why do you say that I am an evil way? What kind of person is this, my Lux Sect is the right way! ”

……

Rumble!

White light soars into the sky.

Smash the tallest temple in a city.

The ground outside the palace was full of corpses, the better ones were broken heads and chests, and the worse ones were not intact all around the body, and there was no human form in tatters.

In that group of corpses, Sun Jiubei pinched a person's neck, and as soon as his five fingers were forced, he crushed his head, and with the other hand, he clenched his fist and punched a hole in the person's chest, throwing it on the ground like a rag doll.

He shook his hand, shook off the filth, and bowed towards the shattered palace.

In the smoke-covered ruins, a figure gradually emerged and walked out of it.

"Senior brother, the evil path of resistance has been extinguished."

Song Yin glanced at the corpses on the ground, nodded, and said, "Good job." ”

He also held in his hand an evil path that was bleeding all over his body and was constantly convulsing.

Song Yin threw the evil way away, threw it on the ground, and said: "The people in the city, I don't care what you do, if you die, I will find one of your disciples and kill it, and then let you taste the current taste." ”

At this moment, they have reached the hinterland of the Northern High Kingdom.

Along the way, I didn't look for villages, but only for cities, which were basically the base camp of an evil way, and basically a city had an evil way.

Before and after, Song Yin took Sun Jiubei and found the Lishi Sect, the Purple Mountain Sect, the Qianyanmen, the Changhong Sect, and the Red Dragon Temple.

Every time he encounters a sect, if he concocts it, the evil way in the city will kill half of it first, or Song Yin will do it himself, or Sun Jiubei will experience it and find the leader, the avenue will be blazing, and the yellow wind will be healed, and so on, to ensure that the obedience is met.

And this city is the residence of the Red Dragon Temple.

"The next city."

Song Yin said, stepping first and walking towards the outside of the city.

In the city, the doors and windows of large and small houses are closed, but there is also a gap in the doors and windows, as if someone is peeping.

Sun Jiubei cleared his throat at the right time and said loudly: "Don't panic, everyone, we are the cultivators of the Golden Immortal Sect!" I'm here to exterminate the heresy here, and I won't do anything to you! ”

"Our Jinxian Sect can't get used to these evil ways, and we can't stand them treating you as pigs and dogs, we will come again, we will come again!"

In addition to suppressing the evil ways, they did not want the people to be afraid, but told them why they did this.

It cannot be said that the people can completely eliminate the worries of the evil way, but it can make the people's hearts feel a little less awe-inspiring about the evil way.

The evil ways of the Northern High Kingdom cannot be completely suppressed, and even the evil ways of the Southern Ping Kingdom cannot be completely suppressed, because the forces are not enough to take over in person, these evil ways will breed again.

It is very easy for Song Yin to exterminate these evil ways of the Northern High Kingdom, but the demonic chaos that breeds must also be cured, and those man-eating evil ways that are more harmful than these evil ways must also be cured.

However, before their Golden Immortal Sect has not grown, these evil ways can be restrained a little.

He can't bless all mortals, and that's okay, these evil ways are no match for him.

Fight these evil ways, let them restrain a little, and then accumulate strength, and wait for their strength to be enough, and then exterminate them in one fell swoop.

"Senior brother."

Sun Jiubei finished shouting, pursed his lips, and said to Song Yin: "Is this really useful?" We passed through several cities, but I don't see any difference between these mortals, will they really stop fearing the evil way? ”

His life experience is relatively rich, he used to be under Feishi Zhai, thinking that life is carefree, and it is good to have immortals to manage him, and he is both respectful and afraid of immortals.

Later, he encountered the armor gate and began to resent the evil way, but even at that time, he didn't think that Feishi Zhai was an evil way.

People always have to pay a price to protect themselves, no, they just hate their own circumstances, and hate cannibalism.

Later, after Song Yinti's point, I found that the evil ways are all the same, there is no difference, plus the cultivation of immortals, there is no fear of Feishi Zhai, I just want to exterminate them.

But mortals. There is no such layer.

They live under the rule of these sects, and it is not every day that people die, only a few die a month, and it is normal in this world.

In this world, there is no immortal?

"I don't know."

Song Yin shook his head: "I only know that things are man-made, don't do anything, just rely on your brain, it is impossible to save the world." ”

He looked at Sun Jiubei and said, "Little junior brother, senior brother, I am also practicing for the first time, and it is the first time to practice this to help the world and save people. ”

"The only good thing is that we have more time and more life to observe and trial and error than mortals. There is no one who does not make mistakes, summing up experience, and coming up with better measures and actions, which is the only way we can at present. ”

"We can still recruit more disciples, everyone will try and make mistakes together, summarize together, there will always be a way to make this world clear."

If we only exterminate the evil path, mortals will be liberated and they will live a life free from infringement, but it will be simpler.

"Yes! Senior brother, I will definitely follow you closely and work hard! Sun Jiubei said in a loud voice.

If you want to share the worries of the elder brother, then you must work harder!

Song Yin nodded with a smile, but suddenly, he stared at the corner of the street.

The surrounding mortals all returned to their homes to hide, and the street was very clean, so someone appeared, it seemed so abrupt, and it was discovered at once.

Those people, all children, huddled in a corner, looked at the two people who came towards them in fear.

The youngest child was no more than five or six years old, and the eldest was eleven or twelve years old, and he was skinny and dirty in his torn clothes.

Most of these children are disabled, and some of them are missing one arm, and the other arm is also twisted, that is, their legs are completely gone, and they are just lying on the ground.

What's more, his body was twisted into a twisted shape, and only one head was still intact, and when he saw the two of them coming, there was a trace of fear in his eyes, and his body wriggled slightly on the ground like a maggot, curling in, as if he didn't want them to see it.

However, the little girl who seemed to be five or six years old, and both arms had disappeared, gritted her teeth and kowtowed to the two, "Uncle, it's okay, let's enjoy it."

The voice was not as crisp as a child's, but hoarse and unpleasant, as if it had been poured with wind and sand.

This is

Beggar?

(End of chapter)