For Tang Zhen, everywhere is a place for cultivation, and there is no need to specifically choose a paradise.
However, the sect under his feet is indeed a blessed land, and before the catastrophe comes, it is a real forbidden land for mortals.
The Cave Heaven Paradise is a place that monks long for, especially large sects, and they will rob it at all costs.
Once you successfully obtain it, you will do your best to maintain it in every possible way.
No matter how much you invest, you will not suffer losses. The Cave Heaven Paradise can provide feedback to the monks and is the best breeding ground for nurturing the sect for thousands of years.
If you want to maximize the value of Dongtian Paradise, you must establish the corresponding magic circle to fully bring out the effects of practice.
If it cannot be done, the Cave Heaven Blessed Land will become ordinary.
Once one reaches a certain level of cultivation, the requirements for the Cave Heaven Blessed Land will become lower and lower.
When the body forms its own heaven and earth, possesses rules and evolves all things, the existence of the cave heaven and earth has no meaning.
Monks are no longer limited to one mountain or one river, but look at the entire world, and there are places of practice everywhere.
For powerful people at the level of God Kings, their practice has nothing to do with the outside world. It is a pure self-improvement.
Its own existence and destruction have no connection with the outside world.
This abandoned sect became Tang Zhen's temporary training place, waiting for new news to arrive.
At the beginning, the people were still a little uncomfortable and were cautious when doing things.
I was afraid that I might accidentally offend this noble man of unknown origin.
Although he did not show any special means, everyone could see that Tang Zhen must be a practitioner.
It is simply a piece of cake to deal with them.
Everyone couldn't understand why Tang Zhen did the opposite when all the monks were fleeing.
Is it because he has seen through life and death, or is it because of other reasons.
No one dared to ask for fear of getting into trouble.
As the days passed, everyone got used to Tang Zhen's presence, and even curious children came to watch.
After the villagers got the food, they would take the initiative to give it to Tang Zhen, and gradually they had the courage to talk to him.
Soon they discovered that Tang Zhen was not that scary, but was actually very approachable.
Every cultivator I see on weekdays is extremely arrogant, and there are very few gentle and low-key cultivators.
There are even some common people who wonder if they are deceived and Tang Zhen is actually an ordinary person.
Two days later, a group of robbers suddenly appeared, each with a ferocious appearance.
After they rushed into the sect, they waved the swords and guns in their hands and gathered these people together.
The people were frightened out of their wits and knew that these robbers were madmen. They knew that the catastrophe was coming, so they became more and more crazy.
He took advantage of the situation and committed countless evil deeds.
A group of ordinary people are targeted by vicious robbers, and their fate will inevitably be disastrous.
"Your Excellency, help me, save my grandson!"
The old man who had chatted with Tang Zhen several times suddenly shouted loudly, his words full of prayers.
Some people also took the opportunity to shout loudly, believing that Tang Zhen was their only hope.
They looked in one direction, which was where Tang Zhen practiced, their eyes full of expectation.
"What are you shouting?"
After hearing this, the robbers suddenly became vigilant and tried to find traces of Tang Zhen.
This is a cultivating sect, and if a monk jumps out at random, he may kill them all instantly.
But as the catastrophe approaches, the monks have chosen to flee, and even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has become weaker and weaker.
This is the real catastrophe of the Xihe Realm, which is being downgraded from a high-energy plane to a low-energy world.
This kind of extraction and suppression will last for at least one hundred thousand years, and will always be in the Age of Ending Dharma.
It became increasingly difficult for monks to appear, and even gradually became a legend.
After a hundred thousand years, the situation will gradually improve, and the dusty pearl will gradually shine.
The monks were aware of this and decisively chose to escape to prevent the disaster from affecting themselves, transforming themselves from aloof monks into ordinary people.
The sects were all abandoned and allowed mortals to come and go, so these bandits were so arrogant.
But there are still some monks who stay for various reasons and have no fear of life or death.
If you provoke such a being, you will definitely be dead.
Although the bandits were rampant, they were not fearless of death. With their hearts hanging in their throats, they quietly looked towards Tang Zhen's practice place.
As a result, there was no one at all in the hall.
"You dare to lie to me!"
The bandit leader became angry, brandished the big knife in his hand, and struck the old man hard on the body.
The old man screamed and fell to the sky, his clothes instantly soaked with blood.
The bandit leader's face was distorted, and he pointed a knife at a group of people. After seeing everyone trembling, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.
"At this time, it is simply wishful thinking to expect those monks to save lives.
Before this disaster occurred, practitioners were aloof and never cared about the lives and lives of ordinary people.
At times like this, don't even expect them to help. You worshiping gods, immortals, and bodhisattvas are not as good as worshiping me, the king of the mountain.
Because this knife of mine can decide whether you live or die. If you make me uncomfortable, none of you will be able to live!"
The bandit leader became more and more proud and prepared to kill another civilian to show his majesty.
He has even made up his mind to use this sect as his territory, and then follow the example of those practitioners to establish a sect.
As a result, at this moment, a sigh came from my ears.
"who?"
The bandit leader turned around and struck the air with his sword.
"Stand up for me, who is pretending to be a ghost?"
The bandit leader roared loudly, with a ferocious expression on his face, and kept looking around.
But I felt fear in my heart, worried that a practitioner would really appear.
When he accidentally turned around, he found that his subordinates were all looking up at the sky and trembling.
The people kneeling on the ground also looked at the sky with horror on their faces, but the difference was that there was a hint of surprise hidden in their eyes.
The bandit leader had a bad premonition, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the sky above his head.
He saw a stalwart figure, ten thousand feet tall, looking down at him.
His eyes were cold and emotionless, as if he were looking at an ant.
"God..."
The moment he saw this figure, the bandit leader's face was distorted by fear, and then he was crushed into pulp by invisible forces.
"Clang!"
When the other robbers saw this, they dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.
But he didn't realize that his body gradually became transparent and soon turned into nothingness.
The same was true for the rescued people. They never dreamed that the kind young man who lived with them day and night would turn out to be such a terrifying existence.
Just as everyone kept kowtowing, the old man who had been slashed to death by the robber suddenly sat up from the ground.
The horrific knife wounds on his body have disappeared without a trace.
The old man looked confused at first, but soon saw the huge figure in the sky, and quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Thank you to the gods for saving me. Thank you to the gods for saving me!"
After experiencing a resurrection from the dead, the old man understood more and more how valuable life was, and he was sincere when he knelt down and thanked him.
"Stay here, the disaster will eventually pass, and there will be no more practitioners for some time to come."
Tang Zhen said softly, while looking into the distance, countless private soldiers from the platform were rolling in.