I just want to practice

Can't look at her eyes, her spiritual thoughts are rioting, Yin Zhilan still swung her sleeves and knocked away Jiang Wuye who was about to give her another knife

"Made, what a pity!"

Jiang Wuye was blown away like a rag doll by Yin Lanzhi with one sleeve. He felt that he was hit by billions of mountains, his ribcage and bones were shattered, and the pain was unbearable. What's more, he had just used the power of hell that was far beyond the limit. The backlash of Sha Tu Huang Gu came.

Although it was not as terrifying as last time, it still made him tear up, as if countless purgatory demon gods were biting and gnawing, trying to drag him into the endless hell so that he would not be reborn.

However, thanks to the sudden emergence of the power of hell, he was able to give the old miscellaneous hair a severe knife after using the Hades turtle to escape from death.

Looking at that posture, it is obvious that the power of hell has entered her body and is madly destroying her body and soul.

But Jiang Wuye knew that this injury would not last long!

"I remember you, the Yin-buried sect, right? Wait for me. If you don't cremate your whole sect, I won't believe in Jiang!!"

Throwing down a ruthless sentence, Jiang Wuye, who kept a trace of clarity, gritted his teeth, killed two unlucky people, brought a heavy sonic boom, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

There were only bursts of extremely resentful old roaring voices coming from behind:

"Little bastard, you won't be able to run away. In the sky and on the earth, the ancestor will also crush you! Ahhh!!"

Rumbling--

"Fuck, dear father, please forgive me!!"

I don't know how many choices to fly, where to fly, the backlash of the power of hell completely broke out, Jiang Wuye's headache was about to split, his soul was devoured by thousands of ants, he cursed again and again, and roared into the sky.

A few minutes later, his eyes went dark, and he fell straight down. The wind howled, and he didn't know where he fell.

"Yo, you're back so soon, you don't look like you're here to pay the debt."

The last voice I heard was a pungent and sexy female voice with undisguised ridicule.

This bitch has a poisonous mouth...

Afterwards, Jiang Wuye felt his body sink into layers of sand, the darkness drowned all madness, and he completely lost consciousness.

……

"Volume Two, Chapter of the White Emperor, ends. "

I just want to practice

1 The Demon Slayer Boy Finally Becomes a Demon ([-])

Dark clouds and ink stains, and there is no light for thousands of miles.

Drizzling, the most annoying rainy day.

clatter clatter~

Xia Chongyun was carrying a pale-faced one-armed middle-aged man on his back, running along the rugged mountain road.

Behind the two, there were three burly men wearing the same Canglongwei uniform with bloody knives across their waists.

"Deputy Commander, there is a surviving Zhuangzi in the col ahead, do you want to go in and rest for a while?"

Canglongwei, who was exploring the way, turned back and glanced at the burly middle-aged man in deep coma on Xia Chongyun's back, his eyes were full of worry.

"Don't enter the village, if you are searched by those immortal bastards, it will bring disaster for no reason."

Xia Chongyun gritted his teeth and shook his head, looked at the misty forest, and chose a road opposite to the village and ran away.

After a while, it became farther and farther away from the village.

Several people found a hidden cave, covered up the traces, and then blocked the entrance of the cave with boulders. After a sigh of relief, they leaned tiredly on the cave wall to mobilize their qi and blood, and steamed the dampness around them.

crackling~

The fire went up, bringing a small flickering light into the dark cavern.

Under the light of the fire, everyone's face was gloomy, their eyes were empty and lifeless, and their thoughts flew to nowhere.

"Cough cough..."

The pale face of the burly one-armed man who was unconscious by the fire suddenly flushed, he coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and gasped with difficulty.

"Grand Commander!"

Xia Chongyun woke up with a start, looked at the situation, quickly took out a medicine bottle from his arms, shook out a few pills and gave the man a drink.

Huhu~

After taking the pill, the man's condition improved a lot, and his breathing gradually became even.

Bang!

"asshole!!"

A Canglongwei beside him saw this scene.Angry instead of happy, his eyes were red, and he punched hard on the wall of the cave, blasting a big hole.

"Ugh……"

Xia Chongyun put away the medicine bottle, shook his head, and didn't try to persuade him. Looking at the flickering flames, his eyes soon fell into a state of indifference, full of thoughts.

It has been two months since the dark turmoil and the catastrophe of humanity.

That night, the border collapsed, the Four Heavenly Kings died in battle, the life and death of the White Emperor was unknown, and the extreme martial arts were almost extinct.

The scorching sun of human nature that originally hung high in the southern land fell, demons danced wildly, mourners filled the fields, and blood stained every inch of the land, turning it into Abi Purgatory.

No one knows how many extreme martial artists died that night, how many cities were destroyed, and how many ordinary people suffered.

But when the great sun rises again, everyone knows one thing: the sky has changed!

Jidao Wuxiu, Baidi, and the familiar overlords of the past, and the giant cities of humanity, have all become a thing of the past, replaced by Immortal Dao, occupying the southern land.

A series of events that happened after that also proved this point one by one.

After five days of darkness and turmoil, the immortal body of the True Emperor of Immortal Dao moved into the Baidi City, the Holy Land of the Extreme Dao, oppressing the entire Anyang Domain!

ten days later.

The army of Xianmen drove straight in, and the warships swept across the sky, sweeping away the evil spirits and the remaining extreme martial arts, and took over the world-famous cities in the past.

half a month later.

The demons and evils raging in the southern land were basically wiped out. While the immortals gathered the surviving mortals, the focus of conquest began to shift to the remaining extreme forces.

Destroy the dry and pull the rotten, like a broken bamboo!

Only these eight words can be used to describe it.

Without the support of the top combat power, no matter how many Ji Dao martial artists face the attack of Immortal Dao, they are like ants under the feet of giants, and there is no way to form effective resistance.

Even celestial beings and warriors, under the torrent, will soon be like a wavering candle in the dark. After burning to the fullest, they will die miserably.

a month later.

There is no one extreme force with a scale of thousands in the southern land!

Only some scattered, remaining small fishes were left in the turbulent tide, hiding left and right in the remote mountains and old forests where there was no one, lingering on their last breath.

One and a half months later, Xiandao completely controlled the southern land, and began to sink his heart to divide this big cake.

As for Ji Dao Wuxiu, he was labeled a devil by Immortal Dao as a devil who everyone can get and punish!

What kind of great achievements were made before, and what kind of crimes have been committed after falling into the altar!

What crime, what harm, does it matter?

It's just the ruler's decision. You have to believe it, and you have to believe it if you don't believe it!

Thus, the fast-paced exorcism movement began.

Defeat all the minions of the White Demon!

Burn all martial arts books!

Pull down all Chongwu temples!

Shouting such lofty and noble slogans, the passionate disciples of the immortal way, either alone with their swords or in groups, flocked vigorously to every land in the south.

Practicing martial arts by one person, no matter men, women, old or young, will affect the whole family!

Ancestors with martial arts confiscated all property, publicly executed, and demoted to inferior servants!

If Wuxiu is intentionally concealed, no matter the village or town, everyone will suffer, at least they will be demoted to coolies, and at worst they will be forcibly rescued!

So after another half a month!

Finally, the thing that made the surviving Jidao martial arts most worried happened——

People's hearts have changed!

From the initial resistance, even a desperate fight, to the walking dead later, numbness, silence, until gradually accepting the facts.

To live or to die?

Spirit or matter?

Facts have proved that there are only a few people on Gao Wei after all.

Whether it is a fairy or a martial artist.

In the final analysis, no matter who rules or what the rules are, what most ordinary people want is to survive.

As long as they can have enough food, let them have a home and a stable life, the sun shining in the sky is as bright as the sun.

Does it matter who is sitting in that unattainable temple?

There may be resistance and different voices.

However, crushed by the general trend, scrubbed with time, and integrated into life bit by bit with the rules.

Immortal Dao doesn't even need to deliberately guide, those opposing voices will disappear without the support of earth-shaking ability.

There is nothing wrong with this point.

[-]%... [-]%... [-]%... [-]%...

As time goes by, more people choose to integrate into the rules and follow the general trend.

Brand-new praying fairy temples were erected one after another, and the common people walked into the temples, and statues of strange immortal gods were erected in their homes.

In addition to the collective singing and praying at the prescribed time of Xianmiao.

Day and night, regardless of food, clothing, housing and transportation, farming and creation, doing everything and moving everything.

Before and after that, everyone must sincerely pray, give thanks, pray for blessings, and contribute pure vows.

If the willingness to contribute every month does not meet the standard, then I'm sorry, I will force my brainwashing!

Send it to the pure vow room set up in various places. Apart from eating, drinking, and almost no rest time every day, your life is only praying and praying.

I can't stand it and die.

It doesn't matter, the straw mat is rolled up, there is no need to bury it in the ground, and you will be directly burned to the funeral that day. Your death will be like the weeds on the side of the road, and it will not cause any waves.

As for the currency of the transaction, it was also changed from gold, silver, copper and iron to the origin force beads produced by the idols after prayers.

Naturally, this source force bead is a tasteless product after removing the pure source force, which is tasteless and a pity to discard. The higher the purity and the different colors, the higher the value will naturally be.

In the event of an attack by a monster, you no longer need to report to the Canglongwei as before, but go to the local fairy temple, donate a certain amount of wish power beads, and revive the fairy puppet in the temple, or the guarding disciple of the fairy way.

If you don't have enough wishing power beads, you can't revive the immortal general, and you are in a remote area guarded by Wuxian, then I'm sorry, I blame you for being insincere, and you deserve to fend for yourself.

Facts have proved that human potential and adaptability are extremely powerful.

Xiandao originally thought that it would take a lot of time for these "outsiders" in the southern land to adapt to the rules formulated by Xiandao.

But I never thought that in just two months, the disturbances in various places have basically subsided.

Some people have even gradually started to expose where the extreme martial arts are hidden, whose family has produced the Canglongwei, whose ancestors have produced extreme masters, and so on.

Today, more than [-]% of the common people, not to mention [-]%, have become obedient to the immortal way and integrated into the rules.

In most places, Jidao Wuxiu has even become a rat crossing the street that everyone shouts and beats. He is strictly labeled as a "devil" representing disaster and bad luck, making people talk about it and avoid it.

Perhaps, in the dead of night, they will feel guilty in their hearts, and they will miss the free life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, with laughter and laughter.

However, everyone who is alive understands that those things are already smoke and dust in the wind, and it is impossible to get back after being overwhelmed.

Just like... a dream.

Woke up, the sun came out.