When Zhang Yifeng and the others arrived at the previous village, they found that everyone in the village had disappeared, leaving only this empty house.
"It's only half a day when you and I go back and forth. Even if the clan moves, it's impossible to be so fast, right?"
Qing Yurou frowned slightly, there was definitely something wrong with this.
Looking around, Zhang Yifeng's spiritual power dissipated, but at this moment, there was indeed no vitality in this village.
"It's weird."
Zhang Yifeng shook his head secretly, and the people in the village disappeared, which made Zhang Yifeng very puzzled.
He was very sure that the dream would definitely die, and there was no possibility of any trouble.
"Can it be that some other demon is coming?"
"No, there is no magical energy here. Even if a little demon who has just transformed into a transformation here, it will definitely leave behind the magical energy. Not to mention the demons, they do not have the leisure to bring these mortals to the point of bringing these mortals.
If you leave, you will only kill all the people in this village.”
Qing Yurou said, Zhang Yifeng looked up suddenly and looked at the hillside about half a mile outside the village.
There is a thatched house on this hillside, and in this thatched house, Zhang Yifeng caught a life.
As Zhang Yifeng's figure flashed, he appeared in front of the thatched house. In the room, there was a constant sound of chanting scriptures.
Just now, Zhang Yifeng had experienced the methods of the Buddha's kingdom, and the strange thing about pursuing the demonic path with the Buddha's way.
Hearing the chanting of scriptures, Zhang Yifeng was shocked and pointed like a sword. Just as he was about to take action, the wooden door of the thatched house slowly opened.
"Donor, why is this?"
In the house, an old man who had never seen before, turned his back to Zhang Yifeng and spoke slowly.
"Gaotian is dead, why are you still reciting scriptures here for blessing?"
After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, the old man chuckled: "How could Gao Tianshang die?"
As he said that, the old man turned around and looked at Zhang Yifeng.
When he looked at the old man, Zhang Yifeng was convinced that the old man in front of him must be the believer of the dream.
The piety, fanaticism in his eyes, and even the murderous intent that looms towards Zhang Yifeng, all proved the origin of this old man.
But Zhang Yifeng did not take action. This old man was obviously different from other crazy believers.
"You killed the people in the village?"
"They all went to the sky to pursue the sky, and what they once stayed here was just illusions transformed by some obsessions."
"So, all of this is virtually outlined by the high heaven?"
"good."
The old man nodded, with a little melancholy on his face: "In order to avoid the current natural disaster, people seek the cocoon to nourish them with faith, and finally transform into gods and follow the sky.
But people are unwilling to be imprisoned by others in the Nine Netherworlds, and they influence the sky with faith, wanting to escape from their souls.
Donor, if it weren't for the greed and desire for life in this person's heart, your arrival would be useless."
As he said that, the old man slowly stood up, took out a transparent crystal like glass from his arms, and handed it to Zhang Yifeng's hand.
"This object condenses the wishes of sentient beings. I see that the donor's fortune is extraordinary, so I will follow this object to walk in the world."
As the words fell, the old man's figure dissipated between heaven and earth, and a pure power of faith surged here, disappearing with the old man's disappearance.
Zhang Yifeng took a deep breath and put away the crystal.
In such a chaotic world, the high heaven will not disappear. As long as there is a wish of sentient beings and pray for protection from others, the power of the wish will turn into the high heaven.
The old man in front of him was the so-called good thoughts from the sky, and the dream was transformed by evil thoughts from the sky. The mortal wishes actually merged with demons and evil things, turning into three evil spirits, and coexisted here.
If it weren't for the persistence of these mortals, nothing of this would have happened.
After a long time, Zhang Yifeng looked at the empty village and thoughtful.
"What's wrong?"
At this moment, Qing Yurou chased after him, looked at Zhang Yifeng and said in confusion.
Zhang Yifeng waved his hand: "Go back."
The people in the village are just the concrete manifestation of the remaining obsessions. Those who survive will survive will survive, and those who die will die.
As for whether these surviving people would pray for the arrival of Gao Tian again one day, Zhang Yifeng was not sure.
This place is called Gaotianshang. If you change it to the next place, the name will become God and Heavenly Bodhisattva. No matter how it changes, its core has never changed.
"It's not surprising that mortals pray for a way to live in troubled times."
On the flying boat, Zhang Yifeng thought so.
Taking out the crystal, Zhang Yifeng looked at the divine pattern on it and was shocked.
The crystals in my hand are only the size of a palm, which are quite thin, and look like enlarged snowflakes, with various branches coiling around each other.
Zhang Yifeng held this object in his hand and could feel that there was a little power of faith left in this crystal, which should be left by those mortals when they were kneeling down and worshiping the sky.
"What is this?"
Qing Yurou raised her eyebrows, looked at the crystal in Zhang Yifeng's hand, and asked in confusion.
Zhang Yifeng chuckled: "Good thing, this should be the biggest gain of this trip."
After saying this, Zhang Yifeng stopped talking, but closed his eyes and sat quietly. He was deducing in his mind that the world he had created when he merged the power of immortals and demons in the underground pit.
It is not uncommon to make one's own world, but it also depends on the origin of the world.
The stronger the world is, the stronger the world is, then the world can become its own in such a world, and the world will become stronger.
It seems that if you can completely master such methods in this Chaos Realm now, not to mention the Immortal Lord Realm, even when facing the Immortal Saint, Zhang Yifeng can walk sideways.
With Zhang Yifeng's deduction, this secret technique is being improved bit by bit.
A few days later, a loud shout, accompanied by thunderous roar, interrupted Zhang Yifeng's practice.
"Boy of the Demon-Slaying Sect, leave the Heaven and Earth Crystals behind, and get out of the territory of my desert imperial clan!"
In the distance, a huge flying boat like a hill hanging in the air.
Above the sky, a thunder formation has already taken shape, surrounding Zhang Yifeng and Qing Yurou.
"What heaven and earth crystal? We don't know! Also, it's better to give me a sense of importance when you speak. This is the master of Jiuhua Immortal Peak of the Demon Slayer Sect, and is now among the immortal saints of the Demon Slayer Sect!"
Qing Yurou spoke coldly, then sent a message saying: "The Desert Imperial Clan has always been arrogant and domineering. The things they like are always robbed. Don't be afraid. After all, you are the immortal saint of the Demon Slaying Sect, and they dare not
What do you think of me?"
"Ha, among the immortal saints? You have seized the treasures of my desert imperial clan and dared to act crazy. So what if you are the immortal saint? Even if you are the immortal saint today, I will not give you any face!"
Chapter completed!