Tang Xing's perspective involuntarily moved, all the way to the south, and after the scenery flew by an unknown distance, he saw a team of more than a hundred, all of which were composed of two pairs of cultivators above the wing, gathered on an ice field without any special features.

They looked down on the earth, earthy yellow spiritual wings waving, and yellow spiritual light sank to the ground.

The ice seemed to be pushed to both sides by some force, revealing a bottomless pit, and after a series of shaking and shaking, a group of buildings covered in wind and snow arched out of the earth and floated on top of the ice field.

When the group of cultivators with four wings on their backs saw the market town, their expressions were excited, and their spirit wings danced again, brushing away the thick ice and snow covering the buildings, revealing the appearance of the market town.

The buildings facing the natural disasters were either pierced and broken by the giant trees, or shattered into a ball with the boulders, and the scattered ruins and ruins all cried and complained of the ferocity of the natural disasters.

I could still vaguely see that the previous thriving market town had only withered after a natural disaster, but the group of winged cultivators had calm faces, just constantly pushing away the ice and snow barriers covering the market town, as if they were looking for something.

From the worst-hit east to the west, there were dilapidated buildings everywhere, until the wind swept up a snowstorm and the light of the hall shone brightly.

Who would have thought that under such a natural disaster, there would be a temple with a unique style, protected by a certain spiritual light, and it would still be intact.

A man with four pairs of wings and dressed as a priest descended from the sky in front of the aura-shrouded temple, and the psionic shield vanished as words came out of his mouth.

And the next scene made Tang Xing's eyes widen.

The inhabitants who should have died in the natural disaster without a place to be buried trembled, one after another, one after another, and came out of the temple and bowed down to the priest outside.

"It's... How can it be. ”

Tang Xing was extremely distracted.

Then, Tang Xing sat on the top of the mountain and watched for a day and a night, and under the dumbfounded sluggishness, it was the shock of changing the day and night.

He naturally knew that the gods and Buddhas in Middle-earth were all pretending to be gods.

Whether it is the An Divine Court, the Central Continent Buddha Kingdom, or the Divine Beast Realm, they are all deceitful, and they are just the people who are used by some cultivators to fool them.

Pulling someone's leg.

That's right, in the eyes of almost all people from other continents, what the Holy Land of the Three Realms, as the holy land at the top of Xihe, is just fooling the people.

But after watching it day and night, Tang Xing was a little confused.

He saw hundreds of cultivators of the Divine Court, who did not need to rescue the market town, reopen the mountain road, and use the "sacred" spiritual power to do some work that even ordinary people were unwilling to do.

Especially at the foot of some of the most severely affected mountains, the effort is more rewarding, and it is almost not proportional, and he often sees cultivators with six wings on their backs and fifty or sixty cultivators with four wings on their backs, wandering around the areas that have been most severely affected.

Melting snow, breaking ice, rubbling, and landing, often wasted half a day's effort, and finally unearthed, in the dilapidated temple, there were only thirty or forty survivors.

And those survivors, one counts as one, and the eyes that look at these cultivators are all fanatical, Tang Xing has no doubt that as long as these guys show a little, these refugees below will give everything they have.

Tang Xing suddenly understood a little, why the outer continents did not believe in the gods, because the gods of the outer continents are all fake, no matter how many sacrifices you offer, no matter how devout you are, the miracles are just conjectures that arise in the hearts of individuals.

It's a kind of falsity that is firmly rumored but the truth is not visible.

But the Divine Court of Zhongzhou is different, these dog things are really coming!

For the victims who were buried under the snow at a depth of many feet, when they broke through the darkness, these winged birdmen in front of them who could open mountains and land with a single move were not sacred.

Even those people in the central part of the country, as long as they climb enough high mountains, can see the faint outline of the divine court, and the shrines and temples are like stars sitting among the clouds.

Is it really appropriate to just engage in such a big battle, pay so much effort, just to fulfill a lie?

You must know that the descendants of the Holy Land are also ordinary people, even if they reach the unity of the spiritual will and can comprehend the origin of the two divine wings, they will be able to reach the sky with four wings behind them.

In other words, you will die, and most of the people in this team are composed of cultivators who are above the unity of spiritual consciousness.

Mobilizing such a team with huge energy and letting them wander among the poor mountains and bad waters, Tang Xing felt that even if he changed the peak of the Longxi Alliance, he would not be able to do this kind of thing.

It's not that you can't pull out such a team, it's that even if you pull out such a team, people can't do the same thing as the Divine Court.

And looking at the other party's clear division of labor and familiar with the road, it is obvious that this kind of thing is not the first time to do it.

"Brother, I don't understand!"

The more he looked at it, the more confused Tang Xing finally decided to ask his brother for advice: "Use so much manpower, just to save dozens of mountain people who may never go out of the mountain for the rest of their lives, even if it is to buy people's hearts, this method is too stupid, An... Why did the Divine Court do this?"

"Maybe it's because the divine perspective on things is different from that of mortals. ”

Tang Luo replied with a smile: "If these villagers die in a natural disaster today, it will only be a few dozen mountain people. God knows what people don't know, and it has no impact on the vast Middle Continent, because when people die, all variables don't exist.

But now, because of the intervention of the Divine Court, these mountain people who should have died have survived, so there are not only dozens of people who have survived, but the infinite possibilities of the future and tomorrow, and the children and grandchildren, endlessly. ”

"I still don't understand. ”

After listening to Tang Luo's words, Tang Xing did not get explained, but became even more entangled: "If you want to rule these people, it is easy to use the power of the Holy Land of the Three Realms, why use this method of pretending to be a god and playing ghosts?"

"Which one is easier for you to remember?"

Tang Luo did not answer immediately, but countered Tang Xing.

Although he didn't know why his brother was so good, Tang Xing still pondered, after careful searching, the stories he heard when he was a teenager were still vivid, and the truth that he could hear from books and elders was not so clear, and if he searched carefully, he could only get a few words, but he couldn't remember the cause and effect.

After a moment, Tang Xing was shocked and said, "I actually remember the story more than the truth!?"

"You're not alone, most people love lies more than truth. Tang Luo said lightly: "So rumors and rumors always spread faster than actual evidence, the An Clan Divine Court is the master of Central Continent, ruling hundreds of millions of people, so it is natural to choose the fastest and most labor-saving way to preach." ”

It is not said that in a civilization with backward means of communication, even in a world where communication tools are incomparably developed, lies are more circulating than true, because people are born with more memory of exaggerated and distorted plots, and have little interest in difficult truths.

When the people from other continents looked at the Divine Court, they only felt that the Holy Land of the Three Realms was colluding to pretend to be a ghost, but only a few sober people could understand why they did that.

Because the rules and laws have always been effective and direct as myths, people are more willing to believe in the justice of the arbitration of the divine palace than fairness and justice.

The Holy Land of the Three Realms just chose the most suitable way of preaching for this world at the moment, and when the people of the Outer Continents mocked them for pretending to be gods and ghosts, maybe the Divine Court of the Central Continent still felt that the Holy Lands of the Outer Continents were stupid donkeys.

After all, pretending to be a god and a ghost is not at all difficult for a cultivator to overflow into a wasteful holy land.

And from here, it can also be seen how long-term and transcendent the vision of the holy lord of Anjia, who claimed to be the holy lord of the An family after the destruction of the Han clan back then.

Compared with Yuanzhou's set of people who are like dragons, and the children of the Xu family are either fighting swords every day, or on the way to fight swords, the An's Divine Court obviously invests more strength and buries its sacredness deep in the hearts of the people of Zhongzhou.

"Suffered!"

Suddenly, Tang Xing wailed: "They don't know yet!"

"Then why don't you go quickly?"

Seeing that Tang Xing finally reacted, Tang Luo laughed and said, "It's your dereliction of responsibility as the team leader to go late." ”

"It's not because of you, you gave them some orders to save the villagers, they don't know the details of the Zhongzhou Divine Court, they will definitely rush in!"

Speaking of this, Tang Xing suddenly realized something, and said angrily: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"It's not big, it's not small. ”

"Smack!"

didn't see any movement, Tang Xing felt a sharp pain in his brain, covered his head and squatted down, "hissing" and gasping.

"A lot of the south wall, if you don't hit it yourself, you don't know how it hurts. ”

Tang Luo's voice was ethereal and ethereal: "The greatest ability of a martial artist is to tame the thoughts in his heart that want to correct the world with violence, this level has passed, and the blessings are endless!"

People are under the roof, your fists are big!

Tang Xing, who was holding his head and gasping, recalled how invincible his brother was, rolled his eyes, stirred up the spiritual power around him, and swept towards Qianxi Village like a bird.

......

Qianxi Village

The gongs jingled in the night, and the sleepy villagers walked to the well with their lamps and saw the village chief, Baili Luliang, who was disheveled and had blood on his face and chest.

There were weeping women standing behind her, and a child holding her mother, Burgun, who refused to let go, and the villagers who had arrived here one step earlier had obviously understood what had happened, and it was a righteous indignation.

"The stranger really has no conscience, and he is kind enough to take him in and take him in trouble. The one who mixed with the Aries wolf attacked and killed the village chief tonight, but fortunately, the village chief forcibly beat the people away, otherwise there would be no orphans and widows left in Cuiniang, what should I do!"

The villagers are all xenophobic, especially in such a small place as Qianxi Village, no matter what the current situation is, there are all familiar families in this ravine, and when they hear that the outsiders want to kill their village head, they all start talking.

Some say that the outsiders are black, some say that Pei Mu was originally a snitch, and even say that the two families came back to attack and kill without grudges and hatred because of the impermanence of a hundred miles, in short, there is everything.

Seeing that the villagers were almost here, Baili Lu Liang threw away the gong, pulled out a black scarf from his arms, and shouted in a loud voice: "Earlier, someone attacked and killed Lao Tzu in a night suit, Lao Tzu could see it clearly, it was that Pei Mu, we are all good people in Qianxi Village, and we will never allow the murderous strongman snitch to stay overnight, but the thief's means are not small, and he also colludes with Baili Impermanence. So the older ones, those who haven't practiced, don't come with them, and the rest of the young people, with bows and arrows and long forks, will follow Lao Tzu to drive the wicked out of Qianxi!"

"Follow the village chief, drive away the villains, follow the village chief, drive away the villains!"

A stranger who would kill people in the middle of the night was terrifying to hear.

Therefore, after a simple weighing, the villagers raised their voices and joined the village chief.

On the other side, after Pei Mu, who had lost his hand, escaped from the village chief's house, he ran to the Shitan Village Temple without looking back.

Warriors fight to the death, and the victory or defeat is often only on the first line, and the original victory is on his side, but because of the shouts of the young son of Baili Luliang, he is in a mess of killing.

The killing intent is chaotic, the fist intent is soft, and Baili Lu Liang concentrates on survival, not only dodging the killing robbery, but also fighting the battle, and he actually fought with Pei Mu for a difficult time, knowing that it is not a matter of a hundred or ten moves to kill again, so Pei Mu directly chose to flee and reported the news to several senior brothers.

Although he failed on his side, he still had a lot of confidence in Tang Tianyu and them, after all, both of them were well-known powerhouses in the inner court, and it was not easy to win a weak temple blessing.

Although there are two major sources of disaster in Qianxi Village, it is fundamentally on the demagogic Miao Zhu, and this person is cooked, and the village chief has a way to concoct it, not necessarily to kill.

Pei Mu, who was walking in the snow, kept making excuses for himself, and after a while, he rushed to the outside of the village temple and heard the sound of fine iron intertwined inside.

"It's not over yet, just go in and help!"

Thinking like this in his heart, Pei Mu's steps were faster, and when he got closer, he was shocked.

The one who was fighting with the old temple was neither Tang Tianyu nor Tang Nianfan, but the senior brother Yang Fan who said that he would not participate.

I saw that he was holding an iron sword, his arms and wrists were flipped like green edges like stars, and the sword qi like a needle went straight to Lao Miaozhu's body, but he was blocked by two thick arms, and the actual damage caused was limited.

On the other hand, Lao Miaozhu, although he was afraid of Yang Fan's sword momentum, defending was greater than attacking, but as long as Yang Fan's sword momentum was a little slow, he would continue to move forward, although it was defensive, but he firmly grasped the opportunity to turn offense into defense.

Fortunately, this person's pace is not strong, Yang Fan has more than enough to deal with, at least judging from the current scene, there should be no danger in a short period of time.

But where did Tang Nianfan and Tang Tianyu go, by the light of the moonlight and the fire of the confrontation between the two in the temple of the same village, Pei Mu began to look for the figures of the other two junior brothers, and after some searching, he finally saw the two seriously injured senior brothers at the outermost edge of the battle between the two.

Tang Nianfan's arms were broken and thrown under a certain beam and pillar like a rag bag, and there were dents like a giant tree hitting the beam Zhu, and he was unconscious at this time, and his life and death were unknown.

Tang Tianyu was no better, he fainted in the corner of the wall, the stainless steel long sword in his hand was bent by some kind of huge force, and it hit the ground comically, and his chest and back were covered with dust stains.

"How so?"

Pei Mu, who was horrified in his heart, didn't care much, and quietly sneaked in to remove the two junior brothers from the battlefield first, but as soon as he was about to get closer, he heard the senior brother shouting: "Senior brother be careful!"