The neighbors greeted Zhang Daming who came out to set up a stall, but Zhang Daming looked downcast and just nodded in response.
"What's wrong Damin? Are you in a bad mood?"
Someone who had a good relationship with Zhang Damin came up to talk to him. Zhang Damin sighed and said:
"What kind of good mood can you feel when something like this happens? We don't know how long we can live in peace and quiet. Look up. There used to be flying in the sky every day. Where are they flying in the sky now?"
Zhang Damin threw the package on the stall and muttered: "Damn it, you are usually aloof and treated as gods by us, but at the critical moment, you all lost your temper!"
The neighbor comforted him and said, "When I heard that the evil heretics were coming, many immortal masters ran away, which really made people panic. But now, aren't there still many immortal masters who have not left? I heard that they are going to fight the evil heretics to the death!"
"
Zhang Damin said disdainfully: "This kind of news is just a lie to you!"
He looked around, stopped what he was doing, pulled the neighbor to the wall, and whispered:
"I have a cousin who works in the palace, and he told me this news. I heard that the immortal masters left behind are simply abandoned inferior horses!"
The neighbor was stunned and asked: "What is an inferior horse?"
Zhang Damin raised his eyebrows: "Looking at your ability to beat, immortal masters are also divided into powerful and not powerful. The remaining immortal masters are the lowest among the lowest, and they are not powerful at all! Wait until those evil heretics come.
Oh, they're of no use at all."
The neighbor shook his head: "No, no, I heard my second uncle talk about the realm among immortal cultivators. Do you remember that last time a group of disorderly people appeared in the east of the city, and there were several in the alchemy stage among them. I heard
This period of forming pills is considered very powerful among immortal masters!"
"At that time, the imperial palace dispatched immortal masters, but they were no match at all. One would die, two would die, and the whole army would be completely annihilated!"
"But the next day, an Immortal Master of Extraordinary Ones came. I heard that he was just passing by, so he went straight to the group of disordered ones. He just made a few moves, and it didn't even take a cup of tea.
It’s no use, there will be none of those disordered ones left!”
Zhang Damin showed a suspicious expression: "You are talking as if you have seen it with your own eyes, but I don't know how brave you are? Do you dare to go there if there is really a fight between immortal masters?"
The neighbor quickly said: "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but after that gang was wiped out, I went to the east side of the city. Oh my god! It almost made me vomit. It was so disgusting.
!It’s all broken corpses! So bloody!”
The neighbor seemed to recall the scene at that time, and his face became ugly again, fearing that he was going to vomit again.
Zhang Damin swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Is it really so powerful? Aren't the immortal masters of this extraordinary being all righteous people? Why are you so cruel!"
The neighbor nodded: "I heard that there happened to be a person who took a look at the immortal master from a distance. He fell ill when he returned home and lay in bed for several days before getting out of bed. The immortal master was said to have a green face and fangs, three heads and six arms, and the most obvious feature was that he had a long hair on his back.
Equipped with a pair of blood wings, everyone says that he is the executioner from heaven who came down to earth. He is born with an evil face, but he specializes in killing evil people!"
After Zhang Damin heard this, although he was shocked by the cruelty of the immortal cultivator, he felt an inexplicable sense of security in his heart.
Compared with the cruelty of this immortal master, Zhang Damin was more concerned about the ability of this immortal master because he was on his side.
Zhang Damin looked much better than before. He continued to set up his stall while humming a ditty:
"Okay, life has to go on no matter what. You can have a happy life as long as you can."
The neighbor patted his chest, which relieved the feeling of vomiting just now. He walked to Zhang Damin and continued:
"Let me tell you, this God just loves to torment people, and I have looked away. Life and death are fateful! We are all pretty good. I heard that the empire next to me was completely harmed by the Discord before, and now these immortal masters
It’s great that you are willing to help us.”
Zhang Damin paused for a moment and said: "Who is not? But it is too uncomfortable to live such a life of fear and fear. Every night if there is any movement, I have to get up and take a look. Those evil heretics haven't attacked yet, so I'm afraid.
Going crazy."
"Most of the immortal cultivators have fled. No matter how powerful the people left behind are, I still feel uneasy. If they are sure of winning, why are they running away?"
Zhang Damin sighed again after finishing speaking, but at this moment, a bright light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the people on the street also noticed this strange phenomenon and looked up one after another.
A warm yellow light converged from all directions, forming a huge light mask.
This light mask exudes a gentle halo, making people feel inexplicably safe.
"This... this is a great formation! I've seen it before! I've seen the mountains of those immortal masters also covered with such a light mask. I'm absolutely not wrong about it!"
"Ah, then this is awesome. I heard that it is not easy to set up a large formation. The bigger it is, the more difficult it is! This large formation is boundless, doesn't it cover the entire world?"
"You know what the heck, this seems to be the work of the immortal master who stayed behind. It must be to resist those evil heretics."
I don’t know who started it, and took the lead in bowing to the sky.
Zhang Damin unconsciously knelt down and kowtowed heavily to the sky several times.
"The gods have appeared! We are saved!"
When Zhang Damin raised his head, his face was already full of tears.
He, Zhang Damin, has lived for more than thirty years, and has never been as full of respect and confidence in immortal cultivators as he is today.
"Look, words appear on the mask in the sky!"
Someone shouted loudly, and everyone quickly looked over.
On the mask, eight big characters were written with pale white light. Although they were brief, each word was majestic and deeply engraved in everyone's mind.
"Born in Nanming, died in Nanming!"
Zhang Damin felt a rush of hot blood rushing to his head. He stood up suddenly, raised his arms and shouted:
"Born in Nanming, died in Nanming!"
The people were so excited that everyone, men, women, old and young, walked out of their houses, stood on the street, raised their old or immature hands, and yelled with all their strength:
"Born in Nanming, died in Nanming!"
…
In the Luofeng Mountains, from the crater of the Fire God Sect, a yellow light pillar with a diameter of several hundred feet shot straight into the sky, with countless runes regularly surrounding the light pillar.
Master Zhuo Hai's puppet was incarnated next to the light pillar, and the firelight reflected on his face, illuminating his burning eyes.
"These eight words can last for about three days, and they should be visible to everyone."
Master Zhuo Hai said to Muchen next to him.
"But how did you come up with these eight words? They are quite inspiring."