Chapter 545 The Heavenly Man Arrives

Spiritual energy will exist in the form of gas, and the violent flow of spiritual energy will bring up strong winds. This is why strong winds are the prelude to any powerful person's breakthrough or battle.

Xiao Yuntian was just meditating, and every time he breathed in, there was a violent wind and rain. The thin iron sheets on the walls of the house shook violently, and some rotten pillars were broken inch by inch.

Wow!

The cold wind and waves hit the young man's face, and he saw the deep night sky and the iron sheets flying into the sky.

And the looks from around him were as full of fear as he was.

The young man looked at the sloppy middle-aged man in front of him. The man was bathed in a little spiritual light, his dirty and knotted hair was flying, as if in the spiritual light, all the dirt and sloppiness disappeared with the wind.

"I have become an immortal..."

Fairy, now the definition of the otherworldly, is also a powerful symbol. Monks dare not call them immortals, but ordinary people who don't understand anything call monks immortals.

The young man suddenly had some memories, that China's radio had a popular science practice. This state of suddenly becoming powerful is collectively called enlightenment.

Boom!

A roar came from the sky, coming down from top to bottom, like the falling of the sky, shaking the chests of the mortals below.

Looking up, I saw a stream of light flying towards me, followed by bursts of sonic booms, and finally landed over the slums.

The sonic explosion exploded large clouds, and the moonlight shone directly down, revealing the filthy stench of this place. The iron houses stretch like psoriasis, and the mortals are like maggots struggling in feces and urine.

Today's grand practice is a hell for most mortals.

"He Fang Xiaoxiao!"

The sound was like thunder, scaring countless mortals to the point of pissing themselves, and the aura of its peak golden elixir pressed down without any scruples, killing more than a hundred people in an instant.

"How dare you steal spiritual energy? Report your name immediately."

Xiao Yuntian slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, only to see a thin monk with a horse-faced face staring at him with a fierce look on his face.

And he glanced at the mortals around him.

He should be called a mortal. He has no cultivation and is very weak.

It is recorded in the classics that a long time ago, humans were born without cultivation, and there were countless races that were stronger than humans. For example, the Dragon Clan, which is based on all races, always overwhelms everyone in terms of numbers and strength.

Humans can only reproduce with other people, but dragons can reproduce with any race through Qi.

The greatest advantage of the human race is that they are born with spirits, maintain the ability to reproduce with appropriate benefits, and the existence of inheritance.

The predecessors protect the descendants, and the descendants pass on the incense from generation to generation.

The rise of the human race is not destiny, but only due to human cooperation.

But these people...

Why are you as humble, humble, and powerless as an ant or a crawler?

"You are human beings and should stand upright, why are you like this?" Xiao Yuntian asked.

It was both a question and a pity.

He knows that mortals are powerless, but human nature is to strive for self-improvement, and no one does not want to live a better life. If the majority of people are not living a good life, then there must be strong people above them who are trying to break their bones and suck out their marrow.

Even in Immortal Palace, this kind of thing still exists, but it is not as serious. Wherever there are people, there will be rivers and lakes. If it is not controlled, it will really become a river and lake.

Xiao Yuntian, like most of the geniuses of the Immortal Palace, has worked in the grassroots urban management department for decades, and he also practiced virtue in the Immortal Palace.

The so-called strong person refers to the strong moral character.

Suddenly, there was a brilliant light above his head, and the horse-faced monk raised the fine iron rod high. The mana transformed into a body that was hundreds of feet high, and suddenly fell downwards.

Before the attack came, the strong wind had already overwhelmed countless people.

The young man beside him had collapsed to the ground. It was his greatest courage not to urinate directly. The biggest difficulty faced by mortals when facing monks is sometimes not strength, but the absolute suppression of the inferiors by the superiors.

In the war that destroyed most of modern civilization 10 years ago, the magnificence of the reincarnated power was undisputed, but at that time, foundation building was the top. There are strong people who can exert the power of Jindan level, but they still cannot face the entire human army.

What really destroys the army is the method of controlling the mind and the breath.

The mysterious and mysterious aura has a huge impact on mortals and can ignore any defense. Just a soul shock can paralyze a tank crew.

On the other hand, an armor-piercing cannonball can also kill a Jindan monk who is unprepared or unable to defend himself in time.

It's just that the hit rate gap between the two is too big.

Xiao Yuntian finally noticed the bug crawling on the mortal body, a bug that was still more disgusting than the feces and urine around him.

The source of all evil and the root of all suffering.

He clenched his right hand slightly, and his sword intent instantly condensed into a spiritual sword.

The sword is six feet long, surrounded by green light, and a dragon shape is looming in the hilt.

"With such vulgar Taoism, even the children in the Immortal Palace are inferior, how can you have the courage to exploit all people?"

He swung his sword towards the sky, and a green sword light flew out, six feet long, tiny and bright. Compared to the fallen Optimus Prime, this sword light was pitiful and could even be ignored.

The two collided without making any sound. The green sword light passed through the iron rod and all the magic power was extinguished in the sword intention.

The horse-faced monk's eyes widened and he felt a chill all over his body, which suddenly concentrated on his neck.

Bitingly cold.

He saw his own body, a headless body.

Immediately afterwards, the soul disappeared, and the body fell heavily and was smashed into the dung pile.

Building the foundation and killing the peak of the golden elixir is like killing a chicken.

Xiao Yuntian inhaled slightly. The monk's body had lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. The spiritual energy in it had been swept away, leaving only a shell.

He frowned slightly and said, "Evil skills?"

The phenomenon just now was naturally not caused by him, and the spiritual energy and mana in his body would be returned to heaven and earth. With Xiao Yuntian's peak cultivation level, it would be too easy to turn it into muscles.

But this will not involve the physical body, unless the other person's physical body has practiced evil skills.

To be precise, tempering the body by sucking blood and essence will cause the body to transform into spiritual flesh, and every inch of flesh and blood stores spiritual energy. Some advanced physical training, spiritual beasts of special bloodline can also do it.

But this person's whole body is filled with filthy air.

Xiao Yuntian felt a little nauseous, but due to the situation, in order to regain his strength as soon as possible, he could only resist his nausea and absorb this turbid air.

The immortals of the past said that good and evil are not caused by martial arts, but all evil is caused by man.

The Immortal Palace does not exclude the devil, and even has a special inheritance. It's just that it belongs to the restricted level. Unless your character and cultivation level are up to standard, you are generally not allowed to come into contact with magic techniques.

With each breath, he has reached the peak of foundation building, only half a step away from the golden elixir.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of many people, causing the monks who were originally rushing here to stop instantly, especially the reincarnated people. Everyone, like the monkey spirit, made a decisive decision and slowly retreated.

The commotion caused by Xiao Yuntian was so loud that people within a hundred miles radius could notice it. At the same time, this place is located in a densely populated area. Even if there are not abundant spiritual energy resources, the major sects will send people to guard it.

If spiritual energy, spiritual objects, elixirs and other spiritual resources are the most important, then the second most important resource is the population and the geniuses derived from the population.

The sect does not care about the death of individuals, but it cares about the overall number. What's more, with the assistance of modern technology, the cost of feeding a large population is very low.

As soon as Xiao Yuntian practiced, several reincarnations immediately appeared, and hundreds of monks noticed this.

Among them, the reincarnated powerful men felt that something was not good and had foreseen a bloody storm.

Establishing the Foundation and Cutting the Golden Pill, the person reincarnated this time may be another ruthless person.

The reincarnated masters were cowed, but those monks from the sect were not.

They came across the sky using crude sword-handling techniques, and only showed hesitation when they saw the elder's body.

Xiao Yuntian glanced at the sky, his eyes moved slightly, and several green lights flickered in the void. In just a moment, several more corpses fell down.

From memory, these people are not good and cannot be called human beings.

"Kid, are you okay?"

Xiao Yuntian helped the young man next to him. He had paid attention to these mortals during the fight just now, and spent a few extra minutes to resolve the aftermath of the Taoist spell.

Otherwise, even if the huge iron pillar was cut off with that blow, the remaining Taoism would still fall down. The power is extremely small, but compared to monks, mortals are affected to death or disability.

The mortal body is extremely fragile.

When the young man came back to his senses, he was lifted up by the hands of the god in front of him. Looking at this familiar face, he became at a loss again.

Fortunately, in the next second, Xiao Yuntian's own role in cultivation began to return to its origin, and his face changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, there was a handsome and resolute face, and an otherworldly look that belonged only to heaven and man.

Innate beings are nothing more than this.

The young man was able to let go of his last bit of fear, and it was difficult for him to accept that his uncle, who used to lie with him on the wooden bed and often went to the red light district, suddenly became a god.

Xiao Yuntian naturally saw the little guy's psychological changes. He did not laugh at him. Instead, he thought these mortals who could not control their emotions and facial expressions were cute.

This characteristic is only found in children among devas.

Once you reach adulthood, you will basically start with the golden elixir. Even without special training, you can perfectly control the body.

"Sage...Sage, are you here to save us?"

The young man originally wanted to become a disciple, but when he saw Xiao Yuntian's gentle smile, he instantly thought of the legendary immortal.

What came out of his mouth was not a plea for immortality through cultivation, but a plea for help.

An instinctive cry for help, the last struggle of numb thoughts and spirits. In order to get rid of this monster called Zongmen, the hell called the prosperous age of cultivation.

"Why do you call me an immortal?" Xiao Yuntian asked.

The young man replied: "Since I became literate, the world has been bad. Those gods first defeated the army, and then killed the politicians and rich people. Some people thought they were the saviors."

He looked up at the psoriasis-like iron houses around him, where people covered with dirt and fatigue began to gather.

Perhaps after hearing the word "immortal", the original fear turned into a kind of expectation.

"In the end, it became like this. Civilization collapsed and the law disappeared. And we became beasts. Only those with the qualifications to practice can be called human beings."

Xiao Yuntian is not surprised by this phenomenon. It is nature for the weak to prey on the strong. If no one can control it, then the fairy palace will become like this.

Even the civilization that this mortal speaks of is actually covered with a layer of skin, and is ultimately divided into three, six or nine levels. It’s just that the huge productivity makes the bottom layer less miserable.

Today productivity is aura resources.

Less?

Quite a few, but some people ate too much.

"Then why do you think the immortal will save you?"

"This...because the immortal will save me, he saved China, it was said on the radio."

After the young man finished speaking, he wished he could slap himself in the face. Why was he so stupid all of a sudden?

These illogical words were also his truest thoughts.

There are thousands of immortals in the world, and countless powerful ones. Although he is a mortal, he can always hear the legends and deeds of those top powers.

But only immortals are famous for their goodness.

He added weakly: "I have heard about how powerful many gods are, but only you, I have only heard about who you saved."

"Please help the immortal!"

At this moment, countless people gathered around, and they all knelt on the ground. They were countless numb puppets, carrying the last glimmer of hope and the human survival instinct.

Send a distress signal.

The more difficult it is to survive and the harsher the environment, the easier it is for religion to be born. In order to overcome the harsh environment and seek a spiritual destination, most people will become religious, otherwise they will not have the courage to live.

As for the issue of incense caused by religion, most sects will strictly prohibit it.

However, radios and radios will not be disabled.

Because the management cost is too high, people with a little bit of relevant knowledge can use a bunch of garbage to piece together a machine for receiving broadcast signals. This is not what they are good at.

And China may have done it conveniently.

They have been broadcasting things about China to the outside world, and immortals are naturally among them.

The immortals of the East have become the biggest belief in most areas where religion is prohibited.

As the first immortal to stand with them in the mud, Xiao Yuntian was naturally considered to be that immortal.

"What a man who is famous for saving people. Hahahaha. It seems that he is indeed Junfu."

Xiao Yuntian looked up to the sky and laughed. At this moment, he was sure that the oriental immortal in his memory was Jun's father.

Throughout history, there are countless people who are famous for their strength, and only immortals are famous for their kindness.

Then Xiao Yuntian shook his head and said: "I am not an immortal, and I dare not take this title."

The young man looked desperate. This emotion spread quickly, but it soon stopped abruptly.

"We sincerely welcome you, senior."

Another voice came from the sky.

The visitor is stepping on auspicious clouds, wearing a silk and satin robe, with lifelike golden cloud patterns, and clear light from time to time, which can be described as exhausting luxury and magic. He has an upright appearance, sharp eyebrows, and skin as smooth as jade. He is a beautiful gentleman.

The king in the painting is the leader of the sect here.

A strong person in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

He had already noticed the situation here, and after careful consideration, decided to get in touch.

Maybe you can hold it in your lap, or spend money to ward off disasters.

Before he could speak, Xiao Yuntian drew his sword and struck him with one blow, and his sound spread thousands of miles.

"But when immortals are alive, they should be prosperous and peaceful. The whole world is not the immortal land, and the powerful people of all races are the immortal ministers."

"I am the Qingguang Sword Master under the Immortal Seat! I shall kill all the evil spirits and restore a peaceful world to the world!"

"You, the rebellious ministers and traitors must be killed!"