Wanyan Gu didn't know what this man was doing, but he was not going to disobey him.
They don't want land or offerings. What they want is that the people don't die because of their practice.
They did not die because of offerings, but because of the 'demand' they created. Simply put, they are no longer needed to practice cultivation.
It's inexplicable and weird.
Wanyan Gu thought about it and could only attribute it to the fact that the descendants of this man's family had lived here before.
What
Does he have any relatives here
When one cultivates to this level, all peers and relatives would have died long ago.
That's impossible.
"master."
A strong man looked at the horrible corpses around him, swallowed his saliva, approached and said, "Let's..."
"Why are you looking at me!"
Wan Yan Gu glared at him and said, "Just practice well. As for practicing in the secular world, take it slow first. That man is powerful. We can't beat him, and I'm afraid of him!"
The people of the Lishi Sect are straightforward. They say whatever they think without hiding anything.
The same goes for Wanyan Gu. If you can beat him, you can beat him. If you can’t beat him, you can’t beat him. If you are afraid, you are afraid. If you are not afraid, you are not afraid. It doesn’t matter if you say it out loud.
only.
"Why do you say I am an evil sect? Who are you? My Lishi Sect is the righteous sect!"
…
boom!
White light shot up into the sky.
Blast down the tallest palace in a city.
The ground outside the palace was littered with corpses. The better ones had broken heads and chests, while the worse ones had no intact parts on their bodies and were so tattered that they looked unrecognizable.
Among the pile of corpses, Sun Jiubei grabbed one man's neck and crushed his head with his five fingers. With his other hand, he clenched his fist and punched a hole in the man's chest, then threw him to the ground like a rag doll.
He shook his hands to get rid of the layer of filth, then bowed towards the ruined palace.
In the ruins covered by smoke and dust, a figure gradually emerged and walked out.
"Brother, the evil resistance has been wiped out."
Song Yin glanced at the bodies on the ground, nodded, and said, "Well done."
In his hand he was holding a demon who was bleeding and twitching.
Song Yin threw the evil way casually on the ground and said, "People in the city, I don't care what you do. If one person dies, I will find one of your disciples and kill him, and then let you taste what you are feeling now."
At this moment, they have arrived in the heart of Beigao Country.
Along the way, I didn't look for villages, but only for cities. The city was basically the base camp of an evil sect. There was basically an evil sect in every city.
Back and forth, Song Yin took Sun Jiubei to find the Lishi Sect, Zishan Sect, Qianyan Sect, Changhong Sect, and Chilongyuan.
Whenever they encounter a sect, they follow the same method and kill half of the evil sects in the city first. Either Song Yin will do it himself, or Sun Jiubei will train them some and find the leader. Then the avenue will burn and Huang Feng will recover. Repeat this process and they will be completely subdued.
And this city is the headquarters of Sekiryuuin.
"The next city."
Song Yin said this and took the lead, walking out of the city.
In the city, the doors and windows of houses big and small were closed, but there was a gap inside the doors and windows, as if someone was peeping.
Sun Jiubei cleared his throat at the right time and said loudly: "Don't panic, everyone. We are practitioners from the Golden Immortal Sect! We are here to wipe out the evil sect entrenched here. We will not do anything to you!"
"We in the Golden Immortal Sect cannot stand these evil ways and cannot tolerate them treating you like pigs and dogs. We will come again, we will come again!"
Every time they arrived at a city, after they had wiped out the evil, they would speak to the people. In addition to suppressing the evil, they did not want the people to be frightened, so they told them why they were doing this.
It cannot be said that the people will be completely free from the worry about evil ways, but it can reduce the people's fear of evil ways.
The evil ways in Beigao Kingdom cannot be completely eradicated, and even in Nanping Kingdom, the evil ways cannot be completely eradicated because they do not have enough power and cannot take over personally, so these evil ways will continue to grow.
It is easy for Song Yin to wipe out the evil ways of the Beigao Kingdom, but someone has to deal with the demons and chaos that have grown. Those man-eating evil ways that are more harmful than these evil ways must also be dealt with.
However, before their Golden Immortal Sect grows up, they should restrain their evil ways.
He cannot protect all mortals, but it doesn’t matter, these evil ways are no match for him.
Scare these evil ways and make them restrain themselves a little, then accumulate strength and wait until they are powerful enough to wipe them out in one fell swoop.
"Brother."
After Sun Jiubei finished shouting, he pursed his lips and said to Song Yin: "Is this really useful? We passed through several cities, but I don't see any difference in these mortals. Will they really no longer be afraid of evil ways?"
He has a rich life experience. When he was a student of Feishizhai, he believed that life was carefree and that it was good to have gods looking after him. He respected and feared the gods.
Later, he encountered the Pijia Sect and began to hate the evil ways, but even then, he did not think that Feishizhai was an evil sect.
When people protect themselves, they always have to pay a price, right? I just hate my own bad situation and the evil ways of cannibalism.
Later, after Song Yin's reminder, he realized that all evil ways were the same, there was no difference. In addition, after he became an immortal, he no longer respected Fei Shi Zhai and just wanted to wipe them out.
But ordinary people do not have this level.
They live under the governance of these sects, and not people die every day, only a few die every month, which is normal in this world.
In this world, there are no immortals.
"I have no idea."
Song Yin shook his head: "I only know that everything depends on human efforts. If you do nothing and just rely on your brain, it is impossible to save the world."
He looked at Sun Jiubei and said, "Junior brother, this is also my first time practicing, and my first time practicing to save the world and save people. How can I achieve the best results? I have to do it first, then I will have a better way."
"The only good thing is that we have more time and a longer lifespan to observe and make mistakes than ordinary people. No one is perfect. We need to learn from our experiences and come up with better measures and actions. This is our only solution at the moment."
"We can recruit more disciples, and we can try and make mistakes together, and draw conclusions together. There will always be a way to make this world clear."
If we just wipe out the evil ways, mortals will be liberated and can live a life without being harmed. That would be simple.
"Yes! Big 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 Senior Brother, you must work harder!
Song Yin nodded with a smile, but suddenly, his eyes fixed and he looked towards a corner of the street.
The ordinary people around had all returned to their homes to hide, and the streets were very clean, so when someone appeared, it seemed so abrupt and was discovered immediately.
Those people, all children, huddled in a corner, looking at the two people walking towards them with fear.
The youngest child was no more than five or six years old, and the oldest was only eleven or twelve years old. They wore torn clothes, were skinny and dirty.
Most of these children are disabled. Some are missing an arm, and the other arm is twisted, or their legs are completely gone, so they are just lying on the ground.
What's worse, his whole body was twisted into a knot, with only his head still intact. When he saw the two people coming, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes, and his body squirmed slightly on the ground like a maggot, curling up inward, as if he didn't want them to see him.
On the other hand, the little girl who looked about five or six years old and whose arms had disappeared gritted her teeth and kowtowed to the two men, "Sir, please be kind and give me some money."
The voice was not as clear as that of a child, but rather hoarse and unpleasant, as if it was filled with wind and sand.
This is
beggar