Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 325 Save this mortal world [10,000 words, please subscribe, please vote]

Qin Shizhong paused and added: "But in the past, because of the emphasis on talent, the more spiritual roots, the more possibilities, the more possibilities for improvement, the sect and its small sects were competing for people every time.

Under the premise that the sect needs disciples with spiritual root talents, the management still pays some attention to it, and occasionally it will increase the sense of presence.

Nowadays... because of the matter of cultivating spirits in Sacred Land, it has become a competition for resources. The sect does not pay much attention to the difference in spiritual roots.

As for talented disciples who are good enough to a certain level, they don’t need to go to the sect to snatch people away. They will come by themselves or have someone send them to them. Therefore, management disciples pay more attention to the management of their cultivating families.

Some disciples have little contact with secular managers. In some places, even some secular managers think that immortals are just legends.

In the past few years, this disciple was about to be assigned, so he had learned a lot of this grassroots information, so he was fairly familiar with it! "

Zhang Deming said thoughtfully: "Then if I change the secular world to a new system, will the sect take care of it?"

Qin Shizhong paused slightly and said: "Small-scale changes should be fine, large-scale changes... As long as it does not affect the sect's 'stallion' distribution matter, as a master uncle, I think it will be fine." of.

After all, not to mention the sect, even the assigned management disciples have little contact with mortal management. Especially in the fringe areas, we only have a little contact with them through the recruitment of disciples every few decades.

It's not that the disciples are unwilling, but that after serving for fifty or sixty years, they may come into contact with several generations of people.

Maybe when I went there, I contacted the city lord or something, but after I found a mountain to clean up, the city lord died, and he didn't come in time to pass the throne or something, and then the contact was broken off.

And when some junior disciples go to make contact again, the new city lord may think they are a liar or something.

With all kinds of things like this happening, some junior disciples simply broke off contact after they lost contact. If nothing went wrong, they simply didn't bother to care about the changes in the world.

After all, ordinary power struggles are annoying and annoying to watch sometimes. When a family fights, some brothers and sisters have rarely experienced the world of mortals, and are completely confused about how to deal with it and who to help.

It's not something you can carry cleanly if you have enough cultivation. When it comes to handling, it's completely confusing and affects your clear cultivation. "

Zhang Deming heard this and said: "If this is the case and the sect doesn't care so much, then let's let it be settled."

He had never thought about republican equality or anything like that. He is not the kind of person who can disregard his own safety for the sake of others. There is no such thing as a revolution in the Immortal Cultivation World, where everyone is equal and everyone is like a dragon.

But from a city-state to a unified dynasty, it should still be possible. This is not only conducive to the stability of the secular world, but also conducive to the expansion of the sect’s ‘stallion’ plan. Therefore, if we do this, the sect may still support it.

After all, Sacred Land now rules Hongmeng. Although the humanities and so on are unified, the division of city-states... is still very different.

For example, small coins in the East City cannot be used in the West City. Even the gold and silver that can be used have different face values ​​and shapes.

Such division of city-states under a unified humanistic system places too many restrictions on ordinary people, and has no chance of affecting the practitioners.

Qin Shizhong looked at Zhang Deming who was thinking, but did not reply. As he said, he came here not caring about mortals, he just followed Zhang Deming.

Zhang Deming thought for a moment before flying towards a city below. At this moment, fireworks were everywhere in the city, and people were really sweeping, killing, and looting all over the place.

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When Zhang Deming and Qin Shizhong fell down, they were both stunned at the same time before they even landed.

Qin Shizhong frowned and said, Uncle Master, seems to have the aura of the formation?

Zhang Deming nodded and said: "Large-scale mental guidance and physical stimulation formations, no, at most they can be regarded as extremely large-scale restrictions.

With such intensity, if ordinary people don't lose their minds, they won't be affected at all. At most, they will be irritable. But now this situation..."

"Alas..." Qin Shizhong sighed: "It seems that the sect has really neglected its management of the secular world in recent years."

Zhang Deming nodded and said: "Yes, you can see the whole thing at a glance. If all turbulent cities have such a layout, then it will be an extremely huge project.

Under such circumstances, the sect, as the administrator of the local snake, did not notice it at all. This is not a matter of neglect of management, but a serious dereliction of duty. "

Qin Shizhong glanced at Zhang Deming and did not answer the question.

After a slight pause, the two looked down. At this moment, they had reached the edge of the city. Zhang Deming took Qin Shizhong and drifted towards a place with fireworks and commotion.

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Panzhou, Jingcheng.

Because of the unification of humanity and the division of city-states, under the management of Sacred Land, the people came to rule for tens of thousands of years. Although it changed hands several times along the way, it did not have much impact on the mortal world.

Because of the long lives of practitioners and their lack of regard for mortals, many management disciples like stability.

Under such Innate conditions, all the mortal world has been artificially selected and fixed in a certain period of time, and has stopped moving forward for many years.

Therefore, in every city, classes are extremely fixed and it is difficult for new classes to rise. However, oppression does not gradually accumulate and stays at one stage.

Under these artificial control choices, Hongmeng Mortal has a relatively abnormal social development.

But also because of the care of immortals who have great power attributed to them, many cities have been comfortable for countless years.

Jingcheng is such a city. The classes are stable. The replacement of small aristocratic families will take hundreds of years of slow evolution to complete, while the large aristocratic families...

Either take it on your lap or let it out as a stallion, otherwise it will never be possible to quickly evolve into a large family in such an environment.

Even class oppression is extremely stable. Slightly technical positions and professional skills are often hereditary!

Although deformed, due to artificial selection and care, the oppression did not continue to accumulate and was suspended in such an era. Therefore, Jingcheng has been stable for who knows how many years.

Just like in previous lives, the Warring States Period only took a few hundred years to complete the transition from tribe to empire.

However, after evolving into imperialism, the feudal dynasty was fixed under human control for more than two thousand years before it was broken by overwhelming external forces and entered the next form-a democratic republic.

This was a purely mortal life in the previous life, but with the choice of an immortal in this life, it would be more stable.

In this society where bandits have a fixed group of people, faced with the sudden rebellion of Martial Artists, who even entered the city just to burn, kill and loot, both the people at the bottom and the high-level rulers of Jingcheng fell into panic.

For a time, those who did not know how to deal with the affairs on a daily basis seemed to have been slaughtered by those Martial Artists who had figured it out in advance before the rebellion.

Therefore, in the entire city, there are hundreds of Martial Artists and only a few Innate Martial Artists. The Grand Master Martial Artist is the leader and has not taken action yet. Under such circumstances, a city was actually as panicked as hundreds of thousands of troops entering the city.

In addition, no matter how stable the society is, there will always be people who are suffering from oppression. Taking advantage of such troubled times, they will also cause chaos. And Martial Artists seem to consciously encourage and protect such people, which further contributes to their culture.

Therefore, in just half a day since the beginning of the Martial Artist chaos, Jingcheng has become a war-torn disaster center, even spreading to surrounding villages and towns.

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Jingcheng, Wangjia.

The Wang family is a little-known little family in Jingcheng. Due to the merit accumulated in their ancestors, they got acquainted with a manager disciple of an unknown generation and worked as an errand boy for a period of time.

As a result, he suddenly gained status and money. After that, the manager's seclusion disappeared, and the conservative Jingcheng also recognized the Wang family's status. In this way, the Wang family became a very small family, inherited hereditary.

Even the children in the family are almost one of their own, but only almost.

The Martial Artist's turmoil, because the Wang family is located on the edge of the city and close to the suburbs, has not been affected at first. However, Wang Er, the son of Wang Er, who went out for shopping, not only brought back three strangers with tall beards, but also brought back disaster.

He took the initiative to guide several people into the Wang family. The Wang family, who had not checked for a while, were controlled.

The men were all picked out and tortured and killed in various ways, leaving behind a group of panicked female relatives who were played with in various ways by the four of them in the family hall for most of the day in front of everyone. .

This person, once he has been oppressed for a long time, suppressed for a long time, and suddenly breaks out, he will easily go into trouble. If he is given some guidance of strength, he will be out of control.

As time went by, the four of them went too far.

Without realizing it, each one of them gradually became a little inhuman. They were not exhausted, but became more energetic, more brutal, and more perverted.

Although Wang Qian has reached the age of marriage, because she was too smart since she was a child, she helped the Wang family do a lot of things. Step by step, she evolved from many sisters and brothers to become the apple of the Wang family's eye.

Originally, this was great luck.

In such a secular world where classes are fixed, with such an identity, she may slowly become the grandmother of the family when she gets married.

Even if she worked harder and made the Wang family reluctant to leave her family and bring in a son-in-law, she might even take control of the Wang family and become the mistress of the family. But this calculation was completely shattered today.

After those crazy gangsters entered the house and slaughtered all the uncles and brothers in various ways in front of the female family members, hell began.

First, four aunts in their twenties were toyed to death by four people in the hall, in front of their eyes.

Then these four people began to torture and ravage them in various ways, and their age tendency became smaller and smaller.

Fortunately, there are many female members of the Wang family. The smart Wang Qian hid any of her bright spots the moment she understood the situation.

He looked at the aunts, aunts, and sisters with cold eyes, being played with and tortured one by one. She kept watching, and could only watch, her eyes becoming more and more indifferent.

Originally, she planned to hide her until her eight-year-old sister discovered the gangsters' tendencies. In order to survive for a while, she pushed her sister out and was noticed by the gangsters.

Wang Qian, who was hiding in the crowd and watching everything with cold eyes, saw the way the gangsters looked at her sister, and she understood something. If she didn't do something, her sister would follow in the footsteps of those clan sisters.

At that moment, she didn't wait and see, but came out of the crowd, wiped off the things on her face, and revealed her elegant demeanor as the jewel of the royal family.

The attention of those vulgar Martial Artists was completely diverted, but the hell that greeted her had also begun.

She already understood too many things. From the corner of her eye, she looked at the clan sisters who were watching one by one. There was no resentment in her eyes because she understood their situation.

She just endured it as hard as she could, and with this half-day observation,

She even clearly felt that one of the gangsters had turned into pity. If she was given a little more time, she felt that she could control it.

At least it shouldn't be too difficult to capture that man's heart as her mother taught her. Unfortunately...it seems to be too late.

Waves of fatigue hit my mind, my eyes became more and more dilated, and I felt a little strenuous.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but she saw the fairy who came to welcome her.

The other party's gorgeous wings and handsome face with a gloomy expression, in this desperate moment of hers, shone with a strange light, never so dazzling.

Just like every girl is looking forward to his Prince Charming, riding a white horse and stepping on colorful auspicious clouds.

Her immortal envoy, accompanied by an immortal servant, floated down with an angry look on his face. He ignored the people who were stunned by him, but looked at the four gangsters with cold and angry eyes.

Before the four of them begged for mercy, green seedlings suddenly appeared from all over their bodies. Judging from the appearance of the seedlings, they turned out to be the rice they ate.

Under the terrified and helpless struggle of the four people, the four people turned into four tiny seedling fields.

The green seedlings in the pores of the whole body are all over the body, swaying slightly, unusually active. But the four gangsters who turned into seedling fields are still alive.

At this moment, Wang Qian smiled. She looked at the tragic situation of the bandits and the angel not far away.

The fairy envoy seemed to feel something, and she turned her head to look at it. When her four eyes met, she tried her best to show a charming smile.

But in her current state, coupled with her age, this smile is extremely heartbreaking. Due to the sudden relaxation of her tense nerves, she felt fatigue coming over her like a wave of water, almost drowning her.

When she was dying, she saw her angel, walked quickly to her, picked her up without disgust, and extended her palm with pity.

The angel's hand turned into a ruby-like vine, and the dreamy brilliance flickered, so beautiful.

As the gem vines transformed from her arms penetrated into her chest, Wang Qian, who was on her deathbed, was shaken all over. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the face that was close at hand and looking at her with concern. Handsome appearance.

His face showed pity and distress, but his eyes were unusually bright and clear, with a little bit of anger that had not completely dissipated.

The gorgeous wings on her back were slightly spread, and the ruby ​​vines in her hands flickered. The scene at this moment was completely engraved in Wang Qian's already mature but very young mind.

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Zhang Deming led Qin Shizhong down towards the turbulent place. When the two of them approached, they felt an unusually strong smell of blood and resentment.

Qin Shizhong frowned and said: "What are these remnants doing? Even if they are robbing and cultivating, why do they spend so much effort to cause turmoil in the world just to kill and cause trouble for the sect?"

Zhang Deming ignored him and went straight to the bloodiest place, the main palace of the family. Zhang Deming was stunned as he floated into the hall.

I saw that the main hall was divided into two sides. On one side were the corpses of various men who had been tortured to death and full of resentment. Well, they should have broken limbs and arms.

Blood stained the entire hall red, and there was plasma all over the place.

In the corner on the other side was a group of helpless female dependents. At this moment, these female dependents were all looking at him in shock.

In the main hall, there were three remaining people watching with interest.

Three of them obviously have a deep aura of being guided by the mind, and there is also a faint sense of True Qi.

Looking at the hall that looked like purgatory, Zhang Deming looked angry and raised his hands to restrain the four people. At this moment, the girl was already on her deathbed.

Zhang Deming subconsciously took a step forward, hugged him in his arms, his arms turned ruby ​​red, and started the treatment.

At the same time, his expression paused, and a lot of ruby-colored vines appeared all over his body. He stabbed several women around him who were still alive. The secrets in his body beat slightly, and strands of vitality were released.

With the magic-level vine technique and Anzi's vitality, facing the injuries of these mortals, they were almost at the point where they were reduced to flesh and bones. As long as he has breath, he can heal him.

In just a moment, the girl in her arms recovered, her eyes widened, and she stared at him blankly.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?" Zhang Deming looked at the other person and asked.

When Wang Qian heard this, she came to her senses slightly. As smart as she was, and with her ancestral roots, she understood what happened, guessed Zhang Deming's identity, and understood that all this was not a dream.

The first time she reacted, she retracted her arms and uttered the first word: "Dirty!"

After saying that, he was about to struggle to get Zhang Deming away.

The voice was cold, without any emotion. When such a voice appeared on a girl of this age, Zhang Deming was slightly startled, and his heart twitched violently.

He didn't let go of the other party, tried his best to show a gentle smile, and said: "It's okay!"

After saying this, he raised his hand, and the transparency shone with luster, and crystal-like water appeared in his hand. The water flow slowly condensed into the shape of a dragon, entangled, and washed Wang Qian's entire body.

After doing this, Zhang Deming showed a smile again and said: "Look, it's clean."

Wang Qian hugged her chest, gathered up the corners of her clothes, and still said: "Dirty!"

Zhang Deming shook his head seriously and said seriously: "No, it's very clean! I said so!"

Wang Qian was stunned. Light flashed again in her gray eyes, and she looked at Zhang Deming unusually brightly. It seemed to be called hope, or a goal.

"Want to take revenge?" Zhang Deming asked.

After Wang Qian came to her senses, she shook her head and said, "I don't want to!"

Zhang Deming was stunned and asked in astonishment: "Why?"

"I can't follow you if I want to take revenge! I want to follow you. Grandpa said that immortal envoys don't actually hate mortals, they just hate trouble. I just want to follow you and don't want trouble." Wang Qian said bluntly as her attitude changed.

Zhang Deming was stunned again. The words should be very inappropriate, but at this moment, Zhang Deming did not feel the slightest disgust.

"Then just watch it for now!" After saying that, Zhang Deming let go of the girl.

Zhang Deming stood up, looked at the women around him who had been rescued by him, and said, "Want to take revenge?"

After hearing the words one by one, they recovered from their astonishment, and looked at the four strange 'seedfields' on the ground with resentful eyes.

"Think!" Among the many women, a roughly woman said with hatred for the girl dressed as a woman.

Zhang Deming nodded, and said, "Then I'll leave them to you, there's nothing wrong with them except eating flesh and blood."

After saying that, Zhang Deming got up and stopped paying attention to them.

All the girls looked at me and I looked at you, but in the end it was the girl who took the lead, and was the first to pounce on her. At first, she punched and kicked.

But they are all a bunch of ladies who are very well-bred, and the fists... are not torture, it is simply a slapstick at the level of fun.

"ah······"

I don't know who it was, suddenly pulled a seedling, and as the seedling and the hair-like roots at the bottom were pulled out, the person let out a mournful roar.

All the women paused and looked at the seedlings in unison. Zhang Deming on the side suddenly said, "Before pulling them out, they still have energy and their consciousness is very clear."

There were no instructions on how to do it, nor any restrictions on how to do it. When the women heard this, their eyes flashed with revenge.

"ah······"

"ah······"

"ah······"

A burst of screams came from the hall.

"Haha..." accompanied by some women's happy and slightly crazy laughter.

Zhang Deming tilted his head, looked at Wang Qian who was standing aside with her head lowered, and said, "If we don't take action, there will be no chance."

Wang Qian raised her head slightly and glanced at Zhang Deming, without making any movement, and lowered her head again.

Seeing this, Zhang Deming shook his head slightly, and with a wave of his hand, countless blood-red vines swayed out of the various broken limbs in the hall, and the vines swayed and grew out.

As the vines grew, the corpses around them quickly disappeared. When all the corpses disappeared, most of the blood-red vines disappeared, leaving only one section, which was quickly woven into a tablet.

Zhang Deming tilted his head, looked at the women, and said, "Who is in charge now?"

An old woman in her sixties walked out shakily and replied: "To report to the Immortal, the head of the Wang family is dead."

"What is your identity?" Zhang Deming looked at the old woman and asked.

"Excellent Immortal, I am the current grandmother of the Wang family." The old woman replied.

Zhang Deming nodded and said: "That's okay! I'll help you dispose of the body. There are some things on it. If you leave it like that, it will cause problems over time."

Now, this is your family's memorial tablet. Let's leave some thoughts to the women in your family.

Hmm... With this thing as a support, no matter what happens in the future, even if they are all female dependents, they should be able to survive in this city. "

The old woman took the red tablet handed over by the vine, hugged it tightly in her arms, and knelt directly on the ground. While kowtowing, she said with blurred eyes: "I thank the immortal for the wronged souls of the Wang family..." ····”

Zhang Deming frowned slightly and glanced at the other party, but did not stop him. After the other party finished kowtowing, he said: "Okay, get up quickly. I have a lot of things to do, and I don't have time to spend a long time with your family."

After saying this, he paused, turned his head to look at Wang Qian, and said, "Really want to follow me?"

Wang Qian nodded and said, "Yes!"

Zhang Deming pondered for a moment and said, "It's not impossible. You still have a chance at Innate."

After saying that, Zhang Deming turned over his hand and took out three spirit-nurturing beads. A pair of mini wings in the beads trembled slightly.

Holding the beads, Zhang Deming said: "After swallowing them, if you can gain something, just follow me. If not, you don't have to follow me."

When Qin Shizhong, who was standing quietly by the side, saw this, his expression moved slightly, and when he looked at Wang Qian, a rare flash of envy flashed through his eyes. He, Immortal Gate, struggled for half a hundred years before getting such an opportunity. The other party is this age...

Wang Qian heard this, took the three beads handed over by the vine, and was about to throw them into her mouth.

"I advise you to be more careful. This thing is not a poison test, and my uncle will not be so boring as to give you a poison test. Instead of wasting it like this, you might as well give it to me."

Looking at Wang Qian's movements, perhaps he saw that Zhang Deming really planned to accept people. The experienced Qin Shizhong started to give favors at this moment. Seemingly random words, but people who understand can hear a lot of things.

Zhang Deming glanced at Qin Shizhong, and Qin Shizhong smiled at Zhang Deming. Zhang Deming didn't care and continued to stare at Wang Qian.

When Wang Qian heard Qin Shizhong's words, she paused, her eyes flashed, she put down two of them, and swallowed one of them directly.

As she swallowed, a faint spiritual light emerged from her body, and a thin, hollow ball of light surrounded her.

"This is...a Supreme Grade Spirit Root talent of at least 75 points?"

Qin Shizhong looked at Wang Qian, who had no sense of energy at all, and said with some surprise that after swallowing the first spirit-nurturing bead, a thin hollow ball was formed instead of wasting it all.

Zhang Deming said with a smile: "I just thought I had some talent, but I didn't expect to be such a good prospect."

As the two spoke, the thin hollow ball only lasted for a moment before breaking.

Naturally, Wang Qian did not succeed in enlightenment, but she felt a little bit better, and she was considered to have entered the circle of monks.

After she opened her eyes, she already understood what it was, or at least what its function was.

She did not immediately swallow the beads again, but closed her eyes and sorted out the things in her mind.

After a while, she took out a bead again, but she didn't swallow it. Instead, she held the bead without any guidance and tried to use the little bit of spiritual power in her body to stimulate it.

This time, dense spiritual light points surrounded her, forming a bright hollow circle, and a pair of mini wings flew into her mind. After a moment, she opened her eyes, and the spiritual wind passed by her feet.

Zhang Deming looked slightly surprised. She originally thought that even if she had good talent and had not yet entered into practice, she would have a 30-50% chance of adding up the three beads.

Unexpectedly, just two of them were successful.

At this time, Zhang Deming's expression changed, and he followed the subroutine entrance and came to the spirit-nurturing space.

As soon as I consciously explore the warehouse, energy is surging in the warehouse, and merit and luck are rapidly condensing.

After a while, everything stabilized, and Zhang Deming found that there were five more merits and seventeen more luck.

This huge harvest surprised Zhang Deming.

You know, at present, except for a few wools, no one else who has been promoted to Tai Chi has gained as much energy as her enlightenment.

So it was finally tested? Is it a mortal who has no chance to practice by changing her life and gains the most, or is this a special case and she is just a mixed-haired sheep who usually sheds her hair?

Or both? Zhang Deming's mind flashed and he came out of the spiritual cultivation space.

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"Well, it's not bad. Just follow me from now on." Zhang Deming nodded and said, "I don't have a child anyway. Although you are a bit older, you should still be the last one on the train."

Wang Qian didn't understand anything else, but she understood it after following Zhang Deming. She immediately bowed and said: "Thank you, my servant..."

"Stop, from now on you can call yourself a disciple or junior, just don't use this. As for me, you can call me uncle or young master." Zhang Deming immediately interrupted.

Wang Qian paused slightly and immediately said: "Disciple understands, Young Master."

Listening to the address, Qin Shizhong took another serious look at Wang Qian, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know whether his previous favor was given to the right person.

"Okay, I have to go to other places in the city. You can say goodbye and come back next time... I don't know how long these people have left." Zhang Deming said bluntly.

Wang Qian looked back, she didn't have the slightest affection for the clan sisters. Although she understood and didn't hate them before, she didn't have any feelings.

He just looked at the eight-year-old girl with blurred eyes in the crowd. The girl was held down by the shoulders by an aunt who was afraid that she would spoil the Wang family's amazing opportunity, and she couldn't come forward. It was the same aunt just now who protected her sister and did not come out when she was tortured.

"Second Aunt, my sister may depend on you from now on." The cold Wang Qian suddenly choked up.

Without waiting for the other party to reply, the old woman holding the red spiritual tablet said: "Don't worry, follow the immortal and wait for her. The Wang family can't treat her badly even if you are here for a day."

Zhang Deming watched quietly, and took it with him without saying anything.

In the previous situation, it was his duty to save people, but bringing people... was all because he had the need to become a mortal. If he had to drag his family with him, he might as well forget it.

Even if it is other senior brothers, it is impossible to do this. At most, they can test the little girl's spiritual root. But Zhang Deming's trip is not to recruit disciples, so forget it.

And if she wants to ascend to heaven, she should stay away from the world of mortals and see her future.

"gone!"

Seeing that the other party had finished explaining, two vines stretched out from Zhang Deming's waist, entangling the two of them. The wings appeared on his back, and with a slight vibration, he flew out of the Wang family and headed towards the chaotic Jingcheng.

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The three of them came to the city, and within a short half-distance of the city, they saw countless tragedies happening. Under the guidance of Martial Artist, people began to collapse. Coupled with the influence of the formation, it had a snowballing momentum.

"Uncle Master, let the disciples go down!" Although Qin Shizhong didn't care about mortals, he took the initiative to speak when he saw Zhang Deming's gloomy expression.

Zhang Deming said flatly: "No need!"

He took Qin Shizhong and Wang Qian and flew to the largest square in Jingcheng, and stopped at the Disciple Square. Qin Shizhong looked at Zhang Deming in confusion, wondering what Zhang Deming was going to do.

"It should be here." Zhang Deming said with certainty as soon as he sensed it.

After saying this, spiritual power surged in his hand, and under the square, some spiritual power lines began to gather together.

"Is this... the core of the formation that affects this city?" Qin Shizhong said.

Zhang Deming shook his head and said: "It's just a restricted core at most, but because it's big enough, there are a lot of things involved, which makes it look complicated."

As Zhang Deming spoke, he stretched out his hand a little. As the spiritual power surged, the spiritual power lines in the square collapsed and turned into spiritual light spots on the ground.

The weak influence of the formation that permeated the entire city all dissipated.

After doing this, Zhang Deming did not leave. He took the two of them and suspended them a few meters high in the center of the square. At this moment, the spiritual energy consumed in the previous battle had been fully restored by him running the script, including Anzi Zhong.

Zhang Deming took a deep breath, and while his spiritual power was fluctuating violently, he said: "Law: This city prohibits the evils I stipulate. Violators will be whipped with mental whips!"

A city-level order was issued, and the spiritual power in Zhang Deming's body was reduced by four-fifths. A strange fluctuation spread throughout the city, and everyone heard the words clearly.

"ah······"

As the law came into effect, many people who lost their minds woke up from screaming and being whipped with whips, looking at themselves in confusion.

Zhang Deming did not stop because of this, the dark energy in his body was beating, and he spoke again: "I heard a rumor. It is said that people in this city will gather in this square to see what is going on."

Once again, the city-level spell spread, and all the people in Jingcheng began to gather towards the square.

Ordinary people don't even realize that they are being controlled, and they subconsciously want to go to the square to have a look, while those Martial Artists who are making trouble all over the city, among them are those elites with acquired cultivation levels and above, understand what happened, but Completely unable to break free.

In the city lord's palace, the master leader who was comparable to a senior apprentice and had not taken action was struggling even more fiercely.

While he was trying to control himself, he said with a look of horror on his face: "Didn't I say that it would take a day at the earliest for these people to come to your door to respond?

Moreover, it should be longer in Panzhou territory. Why are there monks of this level here in just half a day..."

"I don't know, there's no other news from the clan." A young man who was struggling in the same panic as him responded.

But their struggles were ineffective, and they all moved towards the square uncontrollably.

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Zhang Deming's two words consumed all of Anzi's spiritual power, and even brought a little of his Dantian's spiritual power, and the consumption continued, but it was no longer the bulk.

While he was running his skills and restoring his spiritual power, he looked at the people gathered in the square.

Wang Qian behind her was shocked when she saw this scene of controlling a whole city of mortals with just one word. At this moment, she fully realized what an immortal is and what an immortal is.

Even Qin Shizhong was a little surprised when he saw such a wide range of fluctuations in Zhang Deming's magic. The intensity of such spells has almost caught up with the three talents monks.

In the square below, people began to gather densely. But it is not a random gathering, but divided into regular square formations.

It was only then that many people realized that they seemed to be being controlled.

A little frightened, some struggling wildly, some even a little crazy, and most of them were silent, silently looking at the figure suspended a few meters above the square.

There was a gentle breeze, his wings were slightly spread, and Zhang Deming, with an indifferent expression, was followed by a man and a woman. This posture made people think of the so-called immortal at first glance.

Zhang Deming looked at the crowd below with an indifferent expression. He was stared at by countless people and did not suffer from stage fright.

It wasn't until everyone had gathered that Zhang Deming looked at the people below and said, "Well, everyone should be here, and we have to thank that the apprenticeship square is big enough, otherwise it really wouldn't be able to accommodate them.

I think you all have guessed who I am, but let me introduce you!

I am the master of the Heavenly Spirit Sect Yuling Peak, which is what you call an immortal, well, the kind of immortal. "

When Qin Shizhong heard this, he trembled for a moment, and his horrified look was suppressed by his force.

"Welcome to the Immortal!"

In the crowd, no one knew who it was, and suddenly a trend started to form, with people kneeling down and kowtowing in an untidy way.

This action made Zhang Deming stunned. After a moment of relief, Zhang Deming continued: "Your Jingcheng, and even the entire Panzhou, are under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Spirit Sect.

Originally, there is a difference between immortals and mortals. You live your life and experience the eight sufferings of life: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment and hate, separation from love, not being able to ask for what you want, and the five yins being strong.

We are too lazy to get involved, and we don’t want to worry about this world of mortals, but..."

Zhang Deming turned his head and looked at the specially planned square formation in the crowd, and continued: "But some mortals went too far this time.

The situation has gone beyond the normal situation, so we, the immortals who are legendary by you and do not eat the fireworks of the world, have to show up and intervene in your lives and this rolling world of mortals. "

"We would like to thank the immortal for your mercy!"

Another voice sounded, successfully setting up the rhythm, and a crowd of people kowtowed again. It saves a lot of trouble this time. There is no need to kneel down, because after kneeling down just now, no one took the lead to get down, and no one got up at all.

Zhang Deming turned his head instantly and locked onto one person in the crowd.

He was an old man in his fifties. Judging from his clothes, he looked a bit like a person in charge of the city. Well, but judging from his behavior, he should be closer to the type of fart.

It is probably because of this that he was not targeted and killed by Martial Artist in the early stages, so he escaped with his life.

At this moment, the other party carefully shrank his body and lowered his head, trying to reduce the sense of presence as much as possible. At the same time, he did not forget to always hold his feet, and his professionalism was already at full capacity.

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(end of this chapter)