That loud shout was like thunder, sweeping through the entire deserted island in an instant. The men, women, young and old in the village rolled all over the ground. Many children's souls were scared away, and the peaceful village was broken in an instant.

The window edges and door panels that were broken by the shuttle were flying all over the sky, mixed with the crying of children, the screams of women, and the panic of men begging for mercy, and in a blink of an eye, the chaos was in a mess.

When he saw Uncle Xia appear, he kowtowed to the ground with a clever bow.

Uncle Xia glanced at the tragic situation here with contempt and said coldly: "If you worship such evil gods, you cannot do the right way. Can you know your sin?"

A slightly older man was elected by the villagers and kowtowed to Uncle Xia and said, "Sir Immortal Master, I am guilty!" While quickly signaling the villagers to destroy the temple of the token of the God of Fortune.

The Changming Sect belongs to the sea area, and the monks have a great reputation. Just when they are scared, they destroy the already unstable faith here.

Nikhun in the distant reef seemed to have noticed it, and felt the fear, panic, and helpless wishes coming from the small village, which had shaken the fundamental foundation of the wishes. Nikhun was about to cut off a source of incense, but he was not impatient.

He eliminated evil cultivation and resolved the difficulties of ordinary people in this way, which was originally a move of eagerness for quick success and instant benefits. When he initially cultivated the Dharma body and possessed the magic power of the alchemy, he could abandon this foundation. He could only get rid of the greatness overseas, so why bother with the land of the Eternal Ming Sect?

Nikkun once heard that this Changming was a major sect. Not only was there a real person who transformed the gods, but it was also related to the Dragon Palace, the lord of this sea area, and it was a fairy sect that was officially enthroned.

For example, the Bailiang Sea area where he was born, worships the witch gods, and there are thousands of fangs in such a large archipelago, hundreds of tribes, and hundreds of gods of all sizes. The strong are gods and magic bodies, with the power of almost transforming into gods, while the weak are just lonely ghosts, and some magical spirits may be inferior to him.

Such a good place is where his faith takes root and draws his will.

Uncle Xia saw that the divine light in front and behind every house in the village dissipated, and then smiled and said to the nephew Luo beside him: "My nephew went to other villages nearby and found that the statue marks of the evil gods in the temple will be destroyed. Under this sect, except for the Dragon King of the East China Sea and the several righteous gods of the Dragon Palace, and even the enthroned Yasha of the Purchase of the Sea, all of them are false gods, but they will be eliminated as soon as possible..."

"Yes!" Mr. Luo took the order and went forward.

"God of Fortune saves me..."

"The God of Blessings appears..."

Obviously, some people have not forgotten the kindness that Nikkhun had given up before. Faced with these monks who were like killing stars, some people were praying secretly, and their vows conveyed the voices of these people.

Uncle Xia narrowed his slender and cold eyes, like a poisonous snake. His powerful spiritual sense slowly swept across these people in the village. Under the huge pressure, many young and strong men had sweat on their foreheads and pale faces. As for the elderly and weak, they suddenly fainted.

"The blessings are endless..." A little girl with her hair combed under such heavy pressure, subconsciously whispered.

"You!" Uncle Xia stretched out his hand and a magic power hung down and dragged her out.

A native woman behind her suddenly cried and wanted to rush forward. Uncle Xia stretched out his hand and a green flame suddenly fell on her body, burning her to ashes. A trace of surprise and despair appeared on the girl's face. She shouted in a crying voice, and then suddenly fainted.

In the deserted reef, the flowing clouds transformed by Nikkun moved slightly in his heart.

He frowned slightly and sighed in a low voice: "Fusheng Immortal Heavenly Lord!"

At this moment, Nikkun said in a daze: "This is just an ordinary thing. There are three or five things I have done myself. When I interacted with the evil cultivator, I have seen many more tragic things than this. Why can't I bear it at this moment?"

The gods have the ability to be united. At that moment, he seemed to agree with the woman who believed in him, and truly felt the sorrow and despair in her heart.

Shendao uses his vows to pick up the integrity, wisdom, courage, kindness and other spiritual feelings of sentient beings, and will be infected by the benevolence, integrity and courage of sentient beings. Although Qian Chen does not practice Shendao, the Liuyun Baifu Dharma Body he comprehended is the most orthodox Shendao method, and he has the same heart as sentient beings.

For Qian Chen, this kind of consonant heart is the acquired turbidity and the distracting thoughts of other hearts.

But for the True God, it is spiritual feelings, compassion, and empathy!

Therefore, Qian Chen used the method of immortality to divide the divine nature and the gods mastered the imperial way of the laws of heaven and to himself. These distracting thoughts of the power of vows and spiritual feelings are derived from the cauldron of Nikkun.

But Qian Chen, who is committed to cultivating immortals, does not know that being in the same heart with sentient beings, picking up the spiritual feelings of sentient beings, and understanding them with spirits, and sensing the empathy of sentient beings is another kind of mind in the divine way that is completely different from the immortal way! Although it is acquired turbidity and the mind power of believers, it is also a kind of compassion that sprouts from empathy.

Therefore, Qian Chen had no idea about the pain of human relations before, but Nikkun could feel the two most ordinary mortals. The spiritual feelings that sprouted in his heart at that moment, the courage to break through fear, the great love of human relations and parents, and the memories of the past.

"And you, you..."

Mr. Xia kept photographing those men and women who remained in the faith of the God of Fortune. Under the scrutiny of Jiedan's real consciousness, how could the ordinary men and women escape searching? The fastest update is:

"These are the evil god believers who are dead!" Uncle Xia sneered: "For such a stable believer, there must be the brand of the evil god in his soul. After they die, they can also go to the evil god's divine realm, and then reincarnate after reincarnation. It is just right for me to use the Nine Ghosts Soul Chasing Technique to pursue the true body of the evil god!"

"Ma Lao Dao, set up this altar!" Uncle Xia coldly threw out a piece of yellow paper, and wrote various arrangements of the altar on it, and flew in front of Ma Lao Dao.

Looking at the bloody and evil method of the altar arrangement, Ma Laodao was slightly stunned and heard Uncle Xia scolding, "What, pity them? Why don't you pity your grandson?"

Old Dao Ma hurriedly took the yellow paper, and did not dare to hesitate for a moment. He came to the village and pinched the magic tricks, raised a earth platform, and then carved various talismans with cinnabar books on the earth platform.

The men, women, young and old in the village were silent, waiting for the judgment of the immortal master. Some looked fearful and desperate, some were eager to please, and scolded the God of Fortune. Some people saw the expression of Master Xia, and realized that something was wrong and wanted to hide.

Soon, Master Luo flew back with the cloud ray. Master Xia looked indifferent. He suddenly stretched out his hand and stirred up the shuttle, killing dozens of people hiding in the hidden place in the village. The essence and blood were instantly captured by the talismans on the earth platform, and even his soul was captured on the altar and turned into a ball of soul.

At this time, everyone in the village had already understood their fate.

Even when someone sobbed on the spot, Master Xia picked up the young and strong man who wanted to escape and killed several people, saying, "Use these twelve people as the method to guide this village to sacrifice blood, and you can use the Nine Ghosts Soul Chasing Technique to find the true body of the evil god! If it is not enough, there are still several villages around. Anyway, the population here is also of poor qualifications and is useless!"

The twelve girls who were dragged to the altar by Master Xia and woke up quietly, saw this scene and turned red. She bit her lower lip hard, turned to look at the faint light reflected on her face by the flying shuttle. In her heart, Master Xia slowly stood up.

She pulled out the newly ground wooden hairpin from her head and held it in her hand.

Uncle Xia raised his eyebrows and smiled at the corner of his mouth, saying, "It's interesting, ordinary people dare to fight with the monks! It seems that the evil cultivators enthroned here have not taught you well. What is the difference between immortals and mortals!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and a green fire fell into the crowd. A young man with nervous expression on his face, staring at the girl who was trying to say something.

The bone-eroding flames instantly burned the young man's flesh and blood, making him wail with a shrill sound. The girl shouted heart-wrenchingly, pulled up the wooden hairpin, and rushed towards Uncle Xia. Master Xia laughed, and another snap of his fingers, the bone-eroding green fire fell...

But a golden bat shadow flew out from the word "Fu" on the ground, extinguishing the flame.

"Evil God, you really dare to take action!" Uncle Xia sarcastically said.

Golden bats flew out from the red paper words all over the ground, strands of golden flowing clouds gathered from all directions, and turned into auspicious clouds above everyone's heads. The auspicious clouds drooped to protect the people in the village, and hundreds of golden bats gathered and turned into a golden figure.

"The way of Shinto is to protect!"

The God of Liuyun Baifu sighed and instantly spread throughout the deserted island.

Accompanied by this sentence, the overwhelming pressure, and the peaceful energy turned into solemn and hanged down. The flowing clouds turned and silently began to decay the luck of Mr. Xia and Zhenchuan of the Luo surname, making Mr. Xia feel as if he fell straight into an ice cave, and his body was completely cold in an instant.

Before he finished speaking, dozens of golden bats flew out, carrying dozens of lights like the lights in the sky, rushed towards Mr. Luo.

Then it burned into a ball of divine fire, which suddenly closed and enveloped Master Luo. In the blink of an eye, he was entangled by this golden fire rainbow. Master Luo was immediately burned with black smoke, and howled in the sky. The divine fire was wiped out in the nine turns, and his life was eliminated.

The Taoist Ma saw the golden figure clearly, opened his mouth wide and said in horror: "Nikhun!"

"This evil god is actually the casual cultivator Nikkun?" Uncle Xia came to his senses in a blink of an eye, and did not look at his nephew who was burned to death by the divine fire. He just stared at the burning divine body, but couldn't believe it in his heart.

Qian Chen in the spirit bead was also very surprised. Nikkun's move was not controlled by him, but was indeed brought to his original intention, so he took action.

"Can a person's nature really change such a big change in a short period of time? Or is it more wonderful than I imagined?" Qian Chen was a little puzzled.
Chapter completed!