Spiritual energy exists in the form of gas, and the violent flow of spiritual energy will bring about strong winds. This is why whenever a powerful person breaks through or fights, the prelude is always a strong wind.
Xiao Yuntian was just meditating, but every breath he took brought about a violent storm. The thin iron sheets on the walls of the house shook violently, and some of the rotten beams broke into pieces.
Crash!
The cold wind and waves hit the young man's face, and he saw the deep night sky and the iron sheet flying into the sky.
The looks from those around him were filled with the same fear as his.
The young man looked at the sloppy middle-aged man in front of him. The other person was bathed in a little spiritual light at this moment, with dirty and tangled hair fluttering in the wind, as if in the spiritual light, all the dirt and slovenliness disappeared with the wind.
"Becoming an immortal..."
Immortal, nowadays, is the definition of transcendence and is also a symbol of power. Monks dare not call themselves immortals, but ordinary people who know nothing about them all call them immortals.
The young man suddenly had some memories. Shenzhou's broadcast had popularized scientific practice. This state of suddenly becoming powerful is generally called enlightenment.
Boom!
There was a roar coming from the sky, from top to bottom, as if the sky was falling, shaking the chests of the mortals below.
Looking up, I saw a streak of light flying towards me, accompanied by bursts of sonic booms, and finally descended over the slums.
The sonic boom exploded into a huge cloud, and the moonlight shone directly down, revealing the filth and stench of the place. The endless tin houses like psoriasis, and the mortals struggling like maggots in feces and urine.
Today, this grand scene of spiritual practice is hell for most mortals.
"Who are you?"
The sound was like thunder, scaring countless mortals into pissing and shitting. The aura of his peak golden elixir pressed down without any scruples, and more than a hundred people died in an instant.
"How dare you steal spiritual energy? Tell me your name immediately."
Xiao Yuntian slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, only to see a thin monk with a horse face staring at him with a fierce look.
And he glanced at the mortals around him.
It should be called a mortal, without any cultivation and very weak.
The classics recorded that a long time ago, humans were born without any cultivation, and there were countless races stronger than humans. For example, the dragon race, with all races as its foundation, always outnumbered others in terms of numbers and strength.
Humans can only reproduce with humans, but dragons can reproduce with any race through the means of Qi.
The greatest advantage of the human race is that they are born with spirituality, maintain a proper reproductive ability, and have the ability to pass on their heritage.
The predecessors protect the descendants, and the descendants pass on the incense, passing it down from generation to generation.
The rise of human race is not destiny, but due to the harmony of people.
But these people...
Why are we as humble, lowly and powerless as ants and reptiles?
"You are human beings, you should stand tall and upright, why are you doing this?" Xiao Yuntian asked.
It's not only a question, but also an expression of pity.
He knew that mortals were powerless, but human nature was to strive for self-improvement, and everyone wanted to live a better life. If most people were not living well, then there must be a strong person above them who was trying to take advantage of them.
Even in the Immortal Palace, this kind of thing still exists, but it is not as serious. Where there are people, there is a world of martial arts. If it is not regulated, it will really become a world of martial arts.
Xiao Yuntian, like most of the geniuses in the Immortal Palace, had worked in a grassroots urban management department for decades, and working in the Immortal Palace was also a form of cultivation.
The so-called strong person is the one who is strong in virtue.
Suddenly, there was a brilliant light above his head. The horse-faced monk raised the fine iron rod high up. His magic power took shape and he instantly rose a hundred feet high and suddenly fell downwards.
Before the attack arrived, the strong wind had already overwhelmed countless people.
The young man beside him had already collapsed to the ground. Not urinating directly was his greatest courage. The greatest difficulty faced by mortals against monks is sometimes not strength, but the absolute suppression of the superior over the inferior.
In the war that destroyed most of modern civilization 10 years ago, the invincibility of the reincarnated great powers was indisputable, but at that time, the foundation building was the top. There were strong people who could exert the power of the golden elixir level, but they still could not face the entire human army.
What truly destroys an army is the method of controlling the mind and the aura.
The mysterious aura has a huge impact on mortals. It can ignore any defense. Just a shock to the soul can paralyze a tank crew.
On the other hand, an armor-piercing shell can also kill a Jindan monk who is caught off guard or has no time to defend himself.
It’s just that the difference in hit rates between the two is too great.
Xiao Yuntian finally noticed the bugs crawling on the mortal's body, bugs that were even more disgusting than the feces and urine around them.
The source of all evil and the root of all suffering.
With a slight clench of his right hand, the sword intent instantly condensed into a spiritual sword.
The sword is six feet long, surrounded by green light, and a dragon shape is faintly visible on the hilt.
"Such a crude way of Taoism is not even as good as that of the children in the Asgard. How can you have the courage to exploit the people?"
He swung his sword toward the sky, and a green sword beam flew out, six feet long, tiny and dazzling. Compared to the falling pillar, this sword beam was so small that it could even be ignored.
The collision between the two did not make any sound. The green sword light penetrated the Taoist image of the iron stick, and all the magic power in it was destroyed in the sword intent.
The horse-faced monk opened his eyes wide, feeling a chill all over his body, which then instantly concentrated on his neck.
Ice cold.
He saw his body, headless.
Immediately afterwards, his soul disappeared and his body fell heavily into the dung pile.
Building the foundation and killing the peak of the golden elixir is as easy as killing a chicken.
Xiao Yuntian took a slight breath, and the cultivator's body became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye. The spiritual energy in it was swept away, leaving only a shell.
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