He Mu showed a look of disdain: "I am usually very domineering, but I can't even control the clouds!"

Guangling was busy making a round: "He has been learning swordsmanship since he was a child, and he is a good hand at flying the sword, but he really can't make clouds! Now that he has lost the flying sword, he is like a tiger without teeth and a dragon without claws, a little embarrassed!"

"Doesn't your Sumeru Sword Sect teach people the method of driving the clouds?" Fei Hu was also a little curious. Although he has been cultivating in the remote mountains all the year round, the people of the Natural Sect have more or less dabbled in the affairs of the Central Plains Cultivation Realm, and they know that the five major sects are powerful in the world, and the great names of the Sumeru Sword Sect have also heard of it.

After all, in addition to the five major sects, the most famous in the world are several sword cultivation sects, and the swordsmanship of the natural sect itself is also very popular, so I know it.

"It's not that they don't teach, it's just that even if they do, the disciples don't like to drive the clouds. Guang Ling laughed dryly, looking a little embarrassed: "When there is a flying sword, the imperial sword is fast and easy, and it saves a lot of effort compared to driving the cloud." Everyone is greedy and afraid of difficulty, so they got the flying sword, and other kung fu also fell behind. ”

He Mu sneered: "Is it true that all the sects in the world that cultivate swords are like this?"

Guangling didn't hear He Mu's sarcasm, and replied truthfully: "That's probably the case." After all, there is something to rely on when it comes to Edgeworth, and it is quick to get started when you get started. And Edgeworth's speed is not slow, so when you get used to it, you don't bother to learn to ride the clouds and escape the light. ”

The Natural Sect is a sect that has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and it always acts in a bit old-fashioned style, so although the disciples in the sect are still good at controlling the clouds, they can't fully understand what Guangling said.

Li Hong is well-informed and knows that there are certain reasons for the formation of the styles of various schools and schools. In many cases, it is extremely difficult to distinguish what is good and bad, right and wrong, it is nothing more than difference. So he smiled and said to He Mu: "Not only the sword, but also the world has the royal stick, the bird, the shoe, and the sect that controls all kinds of things." Some of them fly slower than they walk. ”

Hemu was a child, and said with a smile: "It's slower than walking? What kind of strength is it to fly? It's better to walk directly!"

Li Hong shook his head: "Although it is slower, it is better to fly." If not, how can you distinguish between immortals?"

Everyone laughed for a while when they heard this, and then staggered their previous words.

In the nameless valley hundreds of miles away, mortals gathered from all directions. They all come from the inland of the Central Plains, overseas fishing islands, western mountains, and all over the world. All of them are all for the sake of worshipping their true God.

For more than a decade, the missionary monks of the Body-God Cult have been moving around, spreading their teachings at the grassroots level. The five sects of the Dao Sect were so high that they didn't realize that the mortals under their jurisdiction had developed new beliefs, or that they didn't care at all.

Some small sects of cultivation relied on mortals for support, but they were the first to be discovered. Those who have a way have already informed their fellow sects in a roundabout way, and those who don't have a way can only find a way to prohibit mortals from escaping.

"This is the seven hundred and sixty-sixth today!" said the monk in a black robe to the young missionary in an apricot-yellow robe beside him.

The missionary was respectful: "Congratulations to Bishop Huang, these people are all believers in the primordial gods, and they are all in our southern [primordial palace]. ”

The black-robed bishop smiled faintly: "Tell all the priests to settle these brothers and sisters in a good life, and don't be lazy!"

"Yes!" replied the missionary in an apricot-yellow robe.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, someone behind him shouted: "The bishop stays, the sect leader is invited!"

Bishop Huang turned around and stopped when he heard this, and when the visitor came closer, he took a closer look and saw that it was a deacon in the Central Wuji Palace. "What's the Sect Master's need to find me?"

"I don't know, but Bishop Lan in the east and Bishop Hao in the west have gone!"

"Hmm!" Bishop Huang nodded, "Is Bishop Pack awake?"

"I've woken up this morning, and the sect leader has already seen it!"

Bishop Huang knew that he couldn't ask any more, so he waved his hand: "I'll go now." ”

When the deacon walked away, the missionary in the apricot yellow robe beside him couldn't help but chatter: "Bishop, didn't the sect leader talk to you last night for nearly a night?

Bishop Huang lowered his face: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

However, Bishop Huang's words did not help, and the missionary raised his brow with a hippie smile: "Is it that the helper invited by the sect leader has arrived?"

"What's the rush? Don't talk nonsense!"

"Rest assured, Bishop, I will not tell anyone to go. I know there's a great opponent coming close, and we need to find some help......"

Bishop Huang shook his head, didn't bother to talk to the missionary, and walked towards the Central Wuji Palace with his head held high. Although the sect leader was generous, he didn't want to be too late.

Along the way, seeing the new arrivals lined up in a neat line, Bishop Huang felt a burst of excitement in his heart. The worshippers reverently bowed to the five main gods standing outside the palace, all of them chanting words and apparently praying. Looking at the happy expressions of the people, Bishop Huang felt that he was also on the way to the altar.

In the palace complex of the five gods, Bishop Huang never drove the clouds, just to see the most real and down-to-earth faith from the lowest level of this scene.

"If you fly too high in the air, the worshippers can't see you, and you can't see the worshippers, then there is no way to talk about faith. Looking up requires distance, but I am also afraid of distance!" Bishop Huang muttered and walked into the Wuji Palace.

In the main hall, the sect leader hid in a thick black robe, not knowing what he was thinking.

The first of these was Bishop Lan, who was a talker, and he had always been at odds with Bishop Huang. Behind Bishop Lan was Bishop Hao, who was the one who led the people to attack Cold Spring Town in the first place. Bishop Hao was next to Bishop Helian.

"Sect Master, my subordinates are here. "Bishop Huang is meticulous and even bows much better than the other bishops.

The sect leader snorted, and the hall returned to calm.

Several bishops have been following the leader for more than ten years and know the habits of the master. Sometimes the leader is eloquent, sometimes he is silent. Sometimes he is full of energy and focus, and sometimes he is as weak as if he has lost his soul.

The sect leader didn't speak, and everyone waited quietly. Since the sect leader has summoned everyone to come, there must be important matters to discuss.

"I thought about what I mentioned during my last visit to the mountains. The sect leader suddenly spoke, and the few people below listened carefully, and they had already realized what the sect leader was talking about. "Our Divine Sect has not been established for a long time, and we do need some foreign aid. I think it's doable!"

As soon as the words fell, Bishop Lan couldn't help but shout with joy: "I said I would have done this a long time ago!"

Bishop Huang glanced at Bishop Lan and said, "You said that there are many things that can be done, how many of them have been done?"

"However, the conditions are a bit harsh, and we need to think about it carefully. The sect leader paused: "A hundred people are needed to sacrifice, which is a lot!"

Bishop Lan didn't think about it: "It's just a hundred, what is it? We have more than 100,000 believers now, and it is easy to find a hundred people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the Divine Religion." ”

This time, not only Bishop Huang was disgusted, but even Bishop Helian frowned slightly. Only Bishop Hao smiled and said nothing.

The sect leader looked at the following bishops and thought for a moment: "Bishop Huang, it's better for you to do this." Remember to persuade the sacrificers when choosing them, and it is voluntary to do so. ”

"Yes! Master!" Bishop Huang hesitated for a moment, but agreed.

Bishop Lan was anxious when he heard this, and shook his head and stomped his feet: "I said Lao Huang, you know how to lie, right? Remember to tell the story of the sacrifice to be noble and glorious...... And it's not a sacrifice, it's a trip to the kingdom of God, you know?"

Bishop Huang was about to retort, but the sect leader said, "There is no need to do this, let's tell the truth." It is enough to disguise the reason for the sacrifice. Believers are not all fools, and instead of being deceived and exposed, it is better to tell ninety-nine truths and sandwich a lie. As long as there is enough truth, falsehood will become credible!"