As people shouted, black air began to spread from the statue, and the sky and the earth began to change color.

The strange special effects were magnificent.

Such a scene immediately shocked the villagers and made them more pious.

In front of the statue stood a man in a black robe, which covered his face, and only darkness could be seen.

At this time, he embraced the sky with both hands and looked up at the sky, "Master Demon, look at these loyal believers, please come to the mortal world, bless the mortal world, and let all living beings escape from the sea of ​​suffering!"

Around the village, there were more than a dozen immortal cultivators, their faces were extremely ugly, and the magic spells in their hands kept moving, shining brilliantly, and flames and water mist surrounded them, looking extremely magical.

On the other side, there were also a dozen demons, with black air surrounding the village. The black air rolled into black waves, forming a black wall around the village as a barrier.

No matter how the cultivators attacked, they could not break through the black barrier.

"Stupid, stupid!"

An old man in a fluttering Taoist robe stood outside the village, so angry that he could not help but roar.

Is it useful to worship the demon god?

Will the demon god come to save you?

You are so easily deceived by the demon god and turned into a puppet. Don't you have a heart for Taoism?

Looking at the increasingly dense black air in the sky, which has formed a black vortex, he trembled all over and his face was uncertain.

Finally, he sighed, "Bring the sword!"

The other cultivators all changed color at the same time. A younger cultivator couldn't help but take two steps forward and said in a serious tone: "Master, this..."

"Don't say anything more, bring the sword!" The old man's eyes showed a firm look.

The disciple gritted his teeth, took the sword from his back, and handed it to the old man.

This is a red long sword, which looks relatively simple and carries a murderous aura.

"Master, do you really want to do this? Then, your inner demons..."

"No need to say more! If the demon really comes, we will all die." The old man held the long sword in his hand, "It doesn't matter, let me bear the consequences of killing."

He no longer hesitated, standing in the void, accompanied by a "snap" sound, the long sword was unsheathed, dragging out a long flame, like a fire snake across the sky.

His face was solemn, and his whole body was full of spiritual power. "My fellow disciples, help me... kill the demon!"

The rest of the immortal cultivators looked at each other, sighed, and finally used the spell in their hands. As their bodies swayed, they formed a small body technique, and a lot of spiritual power poured into the old man's body.

"Today, heaven is my witness. I fight demons and defend the Way. I have to kill when I have to. I am willing to suffer damage to my moral integrity. It has nothing to do with others!" His voice was long and spread throughout the world.

Then he raised his long sword.

Suddenly, the black air in the sky was split open by the sword energy!

The raging flames burst out from the long sword like an angry dragon, illuminating the world, and a long ray of light appeared in the world that was originally shrouded in darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the long sword swept down!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Wherever it passed, the black air instantly turned into nothingness, and the light of the flame was unstoppable. It was wrapped in the mighty power of heaven and chopped straight towards the center of the village!

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

The flames slashed at the black vortex, causing it to tremble and seem to collapse.

The flames continued to move downwards, as if to split the vortex in half, and illuminate the village.

The entire village was like the end of the world. The flames were meteorites. Once they fell, the village would be wiped out from the world in an instant!

Thousands of villagers would also be wiped out at the same time!

A trace of pity flashed across the faces of the group of immortal cultivators.

Immortal cultivators go against the will of heaven, and their path to the truth is trembling with fear. They set up sects to protect the peace of a region. This is good, and they will be rewarded by heaven, making their path to the truth smoother.

Once they do evil and have too many mortal lives on their hands, their Taoism will inevitably be damaged. At the very least, it will be difficult to make any progress. At the worst, inner demons will be born and their Taoism will collapse!

Not to mention the tribulation, which will basically lead to death.

Therefore, unless it is absolutely necessary, immortal cultivators will not take the initiative to bully mortals, let alone slaughter mortals, except for evil cultivators. (Highlight the initiative.)

However, once you embark on the path of immortal cultivation, it will be different. As immortal cultivators, there is no such thing as bullying the weak. Therefore, the path of immortal cultivation is cruel, and many people would rather choose to be mortals and spend their lives in peace and stability.

The old man destroyed a village in one breath, and he had already cut off his subsequent path!

However, something strange happened suddenly.

The vortex in the sky was like a tide, pouring down from the sky and pouring down from the demon's head!

At this moment, the demon's momentum surged, his face showed a wild look, and he laughed loudly, "Thank you, Lord Demon God, for your blessing, thank you, Lord Demon God, for your blessing!"

As soon as the voice fell, he soared into the air, facing the light of the flame, with red light flashing in his eyes. He

stretched out his wrist slightly.

Suddenly, the surrounding black air gathered towards him and condensed into a black sphere in his hand. The sphere was transparent at first, but as the black air gathered more and more, it became as thick as ink, and it was terrifying to look at it.

Then, he waved lightly, and the black sphere flew towards the flame.

With a "hiss", the ball directly cut off the flame light and then fell into the group of immortal cultivators.

"Boom!"

Black gas exploded!

The group of immortal cultivators suddenly turned pale and spurted out blood.

The black-robed man laughed up to the sky and stood proudly in the void, "See, this is the power of the Demon God! As long as you have a pious heart, the Demon God will not only give you eternal life, but also resurrect your relatives!"

The eyes of the villagers suddenly became more enthusiastic, and they surrounded the statue, "Master Demon, Master Demon!"

At this moment, a scholar slowly walked over from a distance.

He was barefoot, frowning, and took in the scene just now.

At this moment, he had greater doubts about his own way.

The demon god that people talk about is actually preaching like himself. Tang Seng and his disciples in Journey to the West were also preaching all the way west, but the way they preached was different.

But... what is the use of these ways?

What is the meaning of these principles of heaven and earth that I have realized?

Step by step, he has arrived at the gate of the village.

The group of immortal cultivators lay on the ground powerlessly, and hurriedly said, "Don't go in!"

"You, a scholar, will you also be bewitched by the demon god?"

Meng Junliang turned a deaf ear to them. He stepped into the village and walked towards the demon god statue.

Hmm?

The group of demons were also slightly stunned. Another one joined?

It seems to be a scholar. In the future, they can use this scholar to spread the seeds of the demon god, which will definitely be more efficient.

The demon standing in the air smiled slightly and said, "There is a newcomer, everyone applaud and welcome him!"