He frowned slightly and asked, "Evil power?"
The phenomenon just now was naturally not caused by him, and the spiritual energy and mana in his body would return to the heaven and earth. With Xiao Yuntian's peak Saint King cultivation, it was too easy to transform it into muscles.
But this will not involve the physical body, unless the other party's body has been used to practice evil skills.
To be precise, it is through absorbing the essence and blood to temper the body, which will cause the body to become spiritual and fleshy, and every inch of flesh and blood will store spiritual energy. Some advanced physical cultivation and spiritual beasts with special bloodlines will also do this.
But this person's whole body is filled with dirty air.
Xiao Yuntian felt a little nauseous, but the situation forced him to suppress his nausea and absorb the foul air in order to recover his strength as quickly as possible.
An immortal once said that good and evil are not caused by merit, but all evil is man-made.
The Immortal Palace does not reject the magic path, and even has a special inheritance. It is just that it is restricted. Before the character and cultivation level are not up to standard, it is generally not allowed to contact the magic skills.
With one breath, he had already reached the peak of foundation building and was only half a step away from the golden elixir.
This scene naturally caught the eyes of many people, causing the monks who were originally rushing towards this side to stop instantly, especially the reincarnated ones. Everyone, like the monkey spirit, made a quick decision and slowly retreated.
The commotion caused by Xiao Yuntian was so loud that at least people within a hundred miles could notice this place. At the same time, this place was densely populated, so even if there were no abundant spiritual energy resources, the major sects would send people to guard it.
If spiritual energy, spiritual objects, spiritual medicines and other cultivation resources are the most important, then the second most important resource is the population, and the geniuses derived from the population.
The sect doesn't care about individual deaths, but it cares about the overall number. Moreover, with the assistance of modern technology, the cost of feeding a large population is very low.
As soon as Xiao Yuntian started practicing, several reincarnated beings and hundreds of cultivators immediately noticed this place.
The reincarnated powerful ones among them felt that things were not going well and had already foreseen a bloody storm.
Building the foundation and killing the golden elixir, the person who reincarnated this time might be another ruthless person.
The reincarnated powerful ones were scared, but the monks from the sects were not.
They came across using crude sword-riding techniques, and only showed hesitation when they saw the elder's body.
Xiao Yuntian glanced up at the sky, his eyes moved slightly, and a few green lights flashed in the void. In just a moment, several more corpses fell.
From what I remember, these people were not good people and cannot be called human beings.
"Kid, are you okay?"
Xiao Yuntian helped up the young man beside him. He had paid attention to these mortals during the fight just now and spent a little more time to resolve the aftermath of the Taoism.
Otherwise, even if the huge iron pillar was cut off, the remaining Taoist magic would still fall. The power was very small, but it was also relatively small compared to the cultivators. Mortals would be either dead or disabled if affected.
The mortal body is extremely fragile.
When the young man came to his senses, he was already being helped up by the immortal in front of him. Looking at this familiar face, he became at a loss again.
Fortunately, in the next second, Xiao Yuntian began to trace back to the source under the effect of his cultivation, and his expression changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In a flash, there appeared a handsome and resolute face, and the extraordinary and otherworldly beauty that only belongs to a god.
This is the best example for any innate creature.
Only then did the young man let go of the last bit of discomfort. He found it hard to accept that the uncle who used to sleep on the wooden bed with him and often went to the red light district to pick him up had suddenly become a god.
Xiao Yuntian naturally noticed the little guy's psychological changes. He did not laugh at him. Instead, he thought that these mortals who could not control their emotions and facial expressions were weirdly cute.
Among celestial beings, only children have this characteristic.
Once they reach adulthood, their cultivation level basically starts from the Golden Core stage. Even without special training, they can perfectly control their bodies.
"Immortal... Immortal, are you here to save us?"
The young man originally wanted to become Xiao Yuntian's disciple, but when he saw Xiao Yuntian's gentle smile, he instantly thought of the legendary immortal.
What came out of his mouth was not a cry for immortality, but a cry for help.
An instinctive cry for help was the last struggle of the numb mind and spirit, in order to escape from this monster called a sect, this hell called a prosperous age of cultivation.
"Why do you call me an immortal?" Xiao Yuntian asked back.
The young man replied, "Since I learned to read, this world has been bad. Those gods first defeated the army, and then killed politicians and wealthy people. Some people think they are the saviors."
He looked up and saw his surroundings. Inside the tin house that looked like psoriasis, people covered in dirt and fatigue began to gather.
Perhaps it was because of hearing the word "immortal" that the original fear turned into expectation.
"In the end, it became like this. Civilization collapsed, and the law disappeared. We became beasts. Only those who have the qualifications to practice can be called human beings."
Xiao Yuntian was not surprised by this phenomenon. The law of the jungle is human nature. If no one can control it, the Immortal Palace will become like this.
Even the civilization that this mortal talks about is actually just a layer of skin, and it is ultimately divided into different classes. It is only the huge productivity that makes the bottom class not so miserable.
Today, productivity is spiritual resources.
Is it too little?
Not a few, but some people ate too much.
"Then why do you think the immortal will save you?"
"Well... because the immortal will save me. He saved Shenzhou. That's what the radio said."
After the young man finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself. Why did he suddenly become so stupid?
These words are illogical, but they are also his truest thoughts.
There are tens of thousands of gods and immortals in the world, and countless powerful ones. Although he is a mortal, he can always hear the legends and deeds of those top powers.
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