He raised his butcher knife and coldly sentenced many of his disciples to death: "Those who are cultivators but do not cultivate virtue and slaughter the people shall be beheaded!"
The sword light fell from the sky, leaving behind Yu Di's body, without any pain.
This is also the last mercy.
The sect here is called Liangyin Sect, a sect that relies on the method of Hehuan. This kind of sect has a characteristic, that is, it will inevitably become an evil sect.
Because of the practice, human nature is the most vulnerable to the test. Even if the orthodox Xuanmen also includes dual cultivation, there are always people who practice repairing the furnace and cauldron.
It is like a quagmire. Once a person walks into it, there is no way he can get out of it without getting stained. He will only sink deeper and deeper. The fellow disciples around him will also turn others into the same as themselves. No one will allow a decent person to exist in the Demon Sect.
Unless this evil sect follows the path of the Xuanmen.
They were guilty, and perhaps they were forced to do so, so they were only killed and not tortured.
In the end, only a group of newly-initiated disciples were left.
They slumped on the ground, some were in panic, some had dull eyes, and some were crawling around trying to escape.
Xiao Yuntian did not kill them. Instead, through a few simple inquiries and mind reading, he picked out a few people with relatively good character as the city lawsuit team, and asked them to temporarily gather and manage the old subordinates.
He then fought in many places, destroyed three small sects, and broke through to the Jindan stage.
The surrounding sects fell into deathly silence upon seeing this.
At this moment, the reincarnated people once again saw what the gap was, and also felt the despair and near-despair that mortals felt in them. How big was the gap between them and mortals? Then the real great masters would be even bigger than them.
Most sects are ready to submit. It is not shameful to submit to a powerful person. Sometimes it is even a good thing.
Unfortunately, the frog in the well does not understand the will of heaven.
What the gods want is not submission, but prosperity.
When he saw the officials of the Immortal Palace, Xiao Yuntian began to rectify discipline, establish management agencies, establish laws, restore social production, recruit technical and scientific research personnel from previous civilizations, and so on.
Although he couldn't support the world by himself like an immortal, he could easily manage tens or even millions of people.
One person can represent the hearts of ten thousand people, and only then is he qualified to be the manager of a district in a fairy palace.
Moreover, the world in this world has been immeasurable, so we only need to focus on management, and do not need to face external threats all the time, which makes it easier to rule. In addition, the sect did not completely destroy civilization, and the overall framework was still preserved, but it no longer cared about the feelings of individuals.
It is almost impossible for ordinary people to rebel against the monks.
Three days later, Xiao Yuntian was sitting in an office in Building 1, and he looked up to the sky.
A huge sun appeared, and then slowly fell down. A few seconds later, a roar was heard, accompanied by a gust of hot wind.
"Jun Yantian."
Xiao Yuntian sensed a familiar breath, smiled, and then continued to work on repairing the broken society.
The next day, Buddha's light appeared in the northwest.
On the third day, the Heavenly Fox Dharma Image stood in the air.
The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day...
This large and stable province was suddenly engulfed in war. Countless powerful men emerged like mushrooms after a rain and launched a bloody massacre against the sects that had taken root in this land.
That’s right, it was not a fight for the spiritual veins of the land, but a one-sided massacre.
A powerful man from a great era came into the world, bringing with him the immortal palace's ten thousand year heritage and the most sublime immortal palace Taoism.
After seven days, the Northern Eagle is gone and the Immortal Palace is here.
And today something happened that shocked the world. A holy king fell and was beheaded by a group of reincarnated people who had just revived seven days ago. The beheading was announced to the world to convict him.
At this moment, the attention of the whole world was focused on this. In a blink of an eye, hundreds of sects had disappeared, and were replaced by a huge behemoth.
It is called the Immortal Palace.
The reincarnated celestial beings gathered together, with ten great saints of the human race sitting at the chief seat and the rest being hundreds of ancestors who had attained the state of deification.
They sat in front of a long table made of gold and stone that was condensed with magical power, and used their magical eyes to overlook the scenery of the Black Soil State on the other side of the mountains.
Sects are rampant, giant companies are everywhere, and mortals are like ants on a hot pan, struggling to survive.
Finally, they all sighed.
Everyone lowered their eyes, full of pity. The object of their pity was the mortal who the powerful people in the outside world could not empathize with.
The environment they grew up in never differentiated between immortals and mortals, and the education they received did not encourage bullying of the weak. On the contrary, the immortals taught them that as human beings, they should have great love.
Love people, love the world, love the prosperous times,
They are born sacred, not because of heaven and earth, but because of immortals and human beings.
“It’s dirty here too.”
(End of this chapter)
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