Along with the cries of the people, a faint black aura seeped out from the statue, and the sky began to change color.
The special effect of the phenomenon was vast and majestic.
Such a scene immediately shook the spirits of the villagers, and they became even more pious.
In front of the statue stood a man in a black robe. The black robe covered his face, and only darkness could be seen.
At this moment, he hugged the sky with both hands and looked up at the sky. "Lord Demon God, look at this group of loyal believers. Please come to the mortal world and bless the mortal world, so that all living beings can escape from the sea of suffering!"
Around the village, there were more than ten immortal cultivators. Their faces were extremely ugly, and their hands were constantly forming hand seals. Brilliant light shone, and flames and mist surrounded them, making them look extremely mystical.
Opposite them, there were also more than ten demons. Black aura billowed and surrounded the village. The black aura rolled into black waves, forming a black wall around the village as a barrier.
No matter how the immortal cultivators attacked, they could not break through the black barrier.
"Stupid, stupid!"
An old man in a fluttering Taoist robe stood outside the village. He was so angry that he could not help but roar.
Is worshipping the Demon God useful?
Will the Demon God save you?
You are so easily bewitched by the Demon God and become his puppet. Don't you have a Taoist heart?
Looking at the increasingly dense black aura in the sky, which had already formed a black vortex, his whole body trembled, and his expression was uncertain.
In the end, he sighed faintly. "Bring the sword!"
The other immortal cultivators' expressions changed at the same time. A younger immortal cultivator could not help but take two steps forward and said in a serious voice, "Master, this …"
"Don't say anymore, bring the sword!" The old man's eyes were filled with determination.
The disciple gritted his teeth, took the sword from his back, and handed it to the old man.
It was a red longsword. It looked simple and had a murderous aura.
"Master, are we really going to do this? In the future, your inner demon … "
"No need to say anymore! If the Demon God really descends, we will all die. "The old man held the longsword in his hand." It doesn't matter, let me bear the consequences of killing. "
He no longer hesitated and stood in the void. With a "clang", the longsword was unsheathed, dragging a long trail of fire across the sky like a fire snake.
His expression was solemn, and spiritual power surged from his body. "Fellow disciples, help me … slay this devil!"
The rest of the cultivators looked at each other and sighed. In the end, they made hand seals and formed a small movement technique. A large amount of spiritual energy poured into the old man's body.
"Today, the heavens bear witness to my actions. I had no choice but to kill, and my Dao heart was damaged. This has nothing to do with anyone else!" His voice was unhurried, and it spread through the world.
Then, he raised his sword.
In an instant, the black qi that covered the sky was actually slashed open by the sword qi!
Billowing flames surged out of the sword like an angry dragon, illuminating this part of the world, causing a long beam of light to appear in the world that was originally covered in darkness.
Then, the long sword swept down!
"Hu hu hu!"
Everywhere it passed, the black gas turned into nothingness. The flame was unstoppable. It carried the might of the heavens as it slashed toward the center of the village!
Chi! Chi! Chi!
The flames slashed the black vortex, causing it to tremble as if it was about to collapse.
The flames continued to descend as if it was going to split the vortex apart. Moreover, it illuminated the village.
The entire village was like the end of the world. The flames were like meteorites. Once they fell, the village would be wiped out from the world!
At the same time, thousands of villagers would be wiped out!
A look of pity flashed across the cultivators' faces.
Cultivators went against the heavens. They trembled on the path of Dao Seeking. Establishing a sect to protect the peace of a place was a good deed. It could be rewarded by the heavens, making their path of Dao Seeking smoother.
However, once they committed evil and stained their hands with too many mortal lives, their Dao heart would definitely be damaged. If it was light, it would be difficult for them to advance. If it was heavy, they would be born with inner demons, and their Dao heart would collapse!
Not to mention the tribulation. Basically, they would die.
Therefore, cultivators would not take the initiative to bully mortals unless it was absolutely necessary. They would not take the initiative to kill mortals, except for heretic cultivators. (Emphasis on taking the initiative.)
However, once one stepped onto the path of cultivation, it was different. As cultivators, there was no such thing as the strong bullying the weak. Therefore, the path of cultivation was cruel. Many people would rather choose to be mortals and live out their lives peacefully.
The old man destroyed a village in one breath. He had already cut off his future path!
However, there was a sudden change.
The vortex in the sky was like a tide. It tilted down from the sky and poured down from the top of the demon's head!
At this moment, the demon's aura skyrocketed. His face was filled with fanaticism as he laughed loudly. "Thank you, Lord Demon God, for your blessing. Thank you, Lord Demon God, for your blessing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rose into the air. Facing the light of the flames, a red light flashed in his eyes.
He extended his wrist slightly.
Suddenly, the surrounding black gas gathered towards him and condensed into a black ball in his hand. The ball was still transparent at first, but as more and more black gas gathered, it became as dense as ink. One look at it was enough to make one's heart tremble.
Then, he waved his hand lightly, and the black ball flew toward the flames.
With a "chi" sound, the ball directly cut the flames in half, then fell into the group of cultivators.
"Boom!"
The black gas exploded!
The group of cultivators instantly turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The black-robed man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. He stood proudly in the air. "Do you see that? This is the power of Lord Demon God! As long as you have a sincere heart, Lord Demon God will not only grant you eternal life, but also resurrect your loved ones! "
The villagers' eyes became even more fanatical as they crowded around the statue. "Lord Demon God, Lord Demon God!"
At this moment, a scholar slowly walked over from afar.
He was barefoot and frowned as he took in the scene just now.
At this moment, he had even greater doubts about his own Dao.
The Demon God that people spoke of was actually preaching Dao just like him. In Journey to the West, Tang Sanzang and his disciples were also preaching Dao all the way to the West. It was just that the Dao they preached was different.
However … what was the use of these Daos?
What was the meaning of the Dao of Heaven and Earth that he had comprehended?
Step by step, he arrived at the entrance of the village.
The group of cultivators lay weakly on the ground and hurriedly said, "Don't go in!"
"You scholar, could it be that you are also bewitched by the Demon God?"
Meng Junliang turned a deaf ear to them. He stepped into the village and walked toward the Demon God statue.
Hmm?
The group of demons was slightly stunned. Another one to join?
It seemed that he was a scholar. In the future, they could use this scholar to spread the seeds of the Demon God. It would definitely be more efficient.
The demon standing in the air smiled and said, "Another newcomer. Everyone, let's give him a round of applause!"
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