"The formation is broken …" Zhou Tong watched as the black fog dissipated, revealing the cracked city. He then retracted his fist intent and returned to his usual calm self.
He strode forward as if he was the master of the entire Heavenly Witch City.
However, the truth was not far from it. When Zhou Tong entered the city, all the higher-ups who cultivated the War God Demonic Sutra knelt down. Everyone knelt on the ground to welcome Zhou Tong's arrival.
Their beliefs had long been destroyed and reconstructed by Zhou Tong's fist intent and battle intent. The image in their hearts had changed from the Demon God to Zhou Tong. At this moment, Zhou Tong was the god in their hearts.
Zhou Tong walked step by step on the main road of Heavenly Witch City. He could easily feel the power of faith continuously strengthening his body. However, the power of faith was still very heterogeneous. Once his thoughts came into contact with it, he would feel like he was being contaminated.
"The power of faith is indeed a taboo in this world … Without the Future Death Sutra, it's impossible to control the power of faith!" Zhou Tong was speechless.
After truly coming into contact with the power of faith, Zhou Tong understood that if he accepted the power of faith wholeheartedly, his beliefs would be distorted and he would become the true War God in their hearts.
"The cultivation system of this world has a lot of drawbacks!" Feeling the power of faith, Zhou Tong came back to his senses and looked at the Witchcraft Ghost Sect cultivators whose beliefs had been destroyed and reconstructed. He sighed softly in his heart.
This kind of soul cultivation system was particular about the "purity" of one's thoughts. However, if a person's thoughts were too pure, how was he different from a robot?
Humans were human because of all kinds of complexity. If he really got rid of these things, once he encountered something stronger, it would be very easy for him to surrender.
Just like the Witchcraft Ghost Sect cultivators, Zhou Tong could use his Great Perfection of the War God Demonic Sutra to easily rewrite the true War God in their beliefs and deify himself, turning him into their War God.
Moreover, once this kind of belief was tampered with, he would hardly be able to detect the change.
This was the reason why their thoughts were too pure. If their thoughts were a little more chaotic, they would naturally be able to detect many problems.
Zhou Tong walked forward step by step and soon arrived in front of Wugui Daoyu Wutong and Monk Jingren.
"Witchcraft Sect's Yu Wutong greets the War God!!" Yu Wutong immediately knelt down and paid his respects to Zhou Tong.
Zhou Tong nodded slightly and said, "From today onwards, the Witchcraft Ghost Sect will change its name to 'Mining Sect'!"
Monk Jingren's face twitched. What kind of lousy name was this? It was too old-fashioned. Just by hearing it, one could tell it was mining.
He subconsciously glanced at Zhou Tong and thought to himself, Could it be that this Human Immortal has discovered some kind of treasure in the Wasteland Continent, so he directly subdued us and made us mine for him?
"Yes!" At this moment, almost all of Yu Wutong's thoughts were under Zhou Tong's control. There was no room for resistance at all. Of course, he would not resist because in his heart, Zhou Tong was the War God that he visualized every day.
Zhou Tong gestured for him to stand aside and then looked at the monk beside Yu Wutong.
"Monk Jingren?" Zhou Tong looked at him and asked.
"Amitabha, I didn't expect there to be someone like you in this world!" Monk Jingren exclaimed. His voice was filled with surprise and also a little sigh.
Zhou Tong's gaze swept across Monk Jingren's body and finally landed on the large bag he was carrying.
The material of this bag looked a little strange. It was neither silk nor hemp. It looked like leather, but it was not the skin of any animal. And upon closer inspection, it was almost the same as human skin. Moreover, it was the skin of a Human Immortal without any leakage.
Similarly, this big bag was tightly tied by a rope. This rope was not made of ordinary silk or hemp, but the tendons of some kind of creature. It did not seem to be the tendons of an animal, but the tendons of a human.
At the same time, a huge amount of Pure Yang Power faintly escaped from the bag.
This bag was the Cosmos Sack that contained the inheritance of the Great Zen Temple!
Zhou Tong continued, "Monk Jingren, now you should know why I'm looking for you!"
"Haha, ever since the Great Zen Temple was destroyed and I escaped, I've been hiding in the Wasteland Continent. I've been hiding for 20 years. I didn't expect that someone would come to find me!" Monk Jingren was so sad that he could not help but laugh out loud.
However, although his laughter was somewhat heroic, it was also very bleak and indignant. It was as if a heroic figure who could conquer mountains and rivers had reached the end of his road, making people cry.
"Today, a Human Immortal has come to find me. I've reached the end of my days. But haven't you heard the saying that it's better to die in glory than to live in dishonor? Today, let me see the true battle strength of a Human Immortal! "
Monk Jingren laughed wildly and suddenly pushed out a palm. The strength of his whole body was like a giant dragon.
"Dragon Elephant Seal!"
Monk Jingren was using the Great Zen Temple's unique skill – Dragon Elephant Seal. As his fist intent changed, it was as if there was a giant dragon and a giant elephant constantly changing, with infinite strength.
This was Monk Jingren's current full strength attack. The kasaya on his body was swollen by this terrifying power. His whole body grew by half. He looked like a guardian deity of Buddhism.
However, this attack came to an abrupt stop.
Zhou Tong did not make a move at all. He only glanced at him and an invincible fist intent pressed down. Monk Jingren was immediately suppressed to the point that he could not breathe. All of his movements and Qi were instantly suppressed by Zhou Tong.
"You …" Monk Jingren was about to speak, but he seemed to have sensed something and revealed a shocked expression. He no longer resisted and allowed Zhou Tong to walk to his side and take away the Qiankun Pouch that he treasured as much as his life.
"Yu Wutong, bring me to the City Lord's Mansion!" Zhou Tong got what he wanted and immediately withdrew his fist intent. At the same time, he ordered to the side.
"Yes!!" Yu Wutong immediately walked in front of Zhou Tong and led the way.
After Monk Jingren stood up again, there was a trace of shock in his eyes: "There's no mistake, this fist intent, this fist intent is exactly the same as Martial Uncle Yinyue!! It's the Tathagata Sutra Now! He's actually the successor of my Great Zen Temple!! "
"We're saved! Great Zen Temple is saved! A Worldly Immortal is alive, there's hope to rebuild the Great Zen Temple!! "Monk Jingren suppressed his excitement and roared in his heart.
However, following that, his heart was filled with worry: "Unfortunately, it's not the Past Amitabha Sutra. Also, I don't know if he's the successor of the Great Zen Temple, or if he obtained the Tathagata Sutra Now by chance, or if he's someone from Da Qian and stole the Tathagata Sutra Now?"
"No, he can't be from Da Qian. If he was from Da Qian, he would have killed me long ago." Monk Jingren woke up from his excitement, but his heart was in a mess.
He could not figure out what this Worldly Immortal was trying to do.
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