Code Farmer Comprehension

  Chapter 325 Save this world of mortals

  Qin Shizhong paused, and added: "However, in the past, because of the emphasis on talent, more spiritual roots would lead to more possibilities, and more possibilities for advancement. Zongmen and its small sects were robbing people every time.

  Under the premise that the sect needs disciples with spiritual root talents, the management still pays a little attention to it, and occasionally it will give a sense of presence.

  Nowadays... because of the matter of the holy land of nurturing spirits, it has become a competition for resources, and the sect doesn't really pay much attention to the difference in spiritual roots.

   As for gifted disciples who are good enough to a certain level, they don't need to be robbed by the sect, they will come by themselves or someone will send them. Therefore, management disciples pay more attention to the management of the practice families under their banner.

  Some disciples rarely even have contact with secular managers. In some places, even some secular managers think that immortals are legends.

  A few years ago, because the assignment was about to happen, I knew a lot of these grassroots information, so I still understand this! "

  Zhang Deming pondered and said: "Then if I change the secular system to another system, will the sect take care of it?"

Qin Shizhong paused slightly, and said: "Small-scale ones should be fine, and large-scale ones... If it doesn't affect the sect's 'stallion' distribution, as Master Uncle, you think it's fine. of.

   After all, let alone the sect, it is the assigned management disciples, and each of them rarely contacts the management of mortals. Especially in the fringe areas, only a little contact is made every few decades.

   It's not that the disciples are unwilling, but that they have been in office for fifty or sixty years, welcoming and sending them to possibly contact several generations.

  Maybe when I went, I still had contact with the city lord or something, but after I found a mountain to clean up, the city lord died, and I didn't come in time to pass the position or something, and then I broke the contact.

  And when some juniors go to reconnect, the new city owner may think they are liars or something.

   There are so many things like this, some juniors and brothers cut off contact, and they just broke up. If nothing goes wrong, they just don't bother to care about the secular alternation.

   After all, the mundane power struggle, sometimes it is sad and annoying to watch. When the family fights, some seniors rarely experience the world of mortals, and are completely confused as to how to deal with it and who to help.

   It's not something that can be cleared up with enough cultivation. When it comes to handling, it's completely ignorant, which affects Qingxiu. "

   Zhang Deming heard the words and said: "Since this is the case, the sect doesn't care so much, so let's make it so."

  Republic and equality, he never thought about it. He is not the kind of person who can ignore his own safety for the sake of others. There is no such thing as making a revolution in the world of cultivating immortals, doing something about everyone being equal and everyone like a dragon.

  But it should still be possible to unify the city-state to the dynasty. This is not only conducive to the stability of the common people, but also conducive to the expansion of the sect's "stallion" plan. So if you do this, maybe the sect will support it.

  After all, the Holy Land now rules Hongmeng. Although the humanities are unified, the division of the city-states...is still very different.

  For example, small coins in the East City cannot be used in the West City. Even the gold and silver that can be used have different face values ​​and shapes.

   Such a division of the city-state under the unity of the humanities is too restrictive for mortals, and there is no chance of affecting practitioners at all.

  Qin Shizhong looked at Zhang Deming who was thinking, but didn't reply. As he said, he followed, not caring about ordinary people, he just followed Zhang Deming.

  Zhang Deming pondered for a moment before flying towards a city below. At this moment, in the city, fireworks are everywhere, and it is really sweeping, killing and looting everywhere.

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  When Zhang Deming and Qin Shizhong floated down, before they landed, they were taken aback at the same time.

  Qin Shizhong frowned and said, Uncle Master, there seems to be an aura of formation?

  Zhang Deming nodded, and said: "Large-scale mental guidance and physical stimulation formation, no, at most it is a super-large-scale restriction.

  With such an intensity, if ordinary people don't lose their minds, they won't be easily affected, and at most they will be more irritable. But now this situation..."

   "Alas..." Qin Shizhong sighed, "It seems that the sect has really neglected the management of the world these years."

  Zhang Deming nodded and said: "Yes, you can see everything at a glance. If all turbulent cities have such arrangements, then it will be an extremely huge project.

  Under such circumstances, the sect, which is the manager of local snakes, was not aware of it. This is not a matter of negligence in management, but a serious dereliction of duty. "

  Qin Shizhong glanced at Zhang Deming, but didn't answer the question.

   After a slight pause, the two looked down at the ones below. At this moment, they had come to the edge of the city. Zhang Deming took Qin Shizhong and drifted towards a place where fireworks were in turmoil.

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  Panzhou, Jingcheng.

  Because the humanities are unified, the city-states are divided, and under the management of the Holy Land, they have ruled the common people for tens of thousands of years. Although it changed hands several times in the middle, it didn't have much impact on the mortal world.

  Because of the long lives of practitioners and their indifference to ordinary people, many management disciples like stability.

  Under such congenital conditions, all the mortal worlds have been fixed in a certain period by human choice, and have stopped advancing for many years.

  Therefore, in every city, the class is abnormally fixed, and it is difficult for new classes to rise, but the oppression has not gradually accumulated, and it has remained at a certain stage.

  Under these man-made regulatory choices, Hongmeng and ordinary people have a relatively deformed social development.

  But also because of the immortal guardianship with great power attributed to him, many cities have been at ease for an unknown number of years.

   And Jingcheng is such a city, where the class is stable, and the alternation of small aristocratic families takes hundreds of years of slow evolution to complete, while large aristocratic families...

  Either hug the thigh, or let the stallion out, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to quickly evolve into a large family in such an environment.

  Even class oppression is extremely stable, and positions with a little bit of technical content, professional skills, are often hereditary!

  Although it is deformed, but because of the artificial selection of care, the oppression has not continued to accumulate, and it has been suspended in such an era, so Jingcheng has been stable for I don’t know how many years.

  Just like the previous life, the Warring States period only took a few hundred years to complete the transition from the tribe to the empire era.

  However, after it evolved into imperialism, the feudal dynasty was fixed under artificial control for more than two thousand years before it was broken by irresistible external forces and entered the next form - a democratic republic.

   This is still purely ordinary in the previous life, and it is more stable if there is a fairy's choice in this life.

  In this society where bandits have a fixed population, faced with the sudden rebellion of warriors, even just to enter the city to burn, kill and loot, both the people at the bottom and the high-level rulers in Jingcheng fell into panic.

  I didn't know how to deal with it for a while. Those people who deal with daily affairs seemed to be slaughtered by those warriors before the rebellion.

  Therefore, in the entire city, there are hundreds of warriors, only a few innate warriors, and only one leader of the master warrior, who has not yet made a move. Under such circumstances, a city was thrown into panic like tens of thousands of troops entering the city.

  In addition to the stable society, there will always be people who are oppressed and suffering. Riding on such a chaotic world, they will follow suit. And the warriors seem to consciously encourage and protect such people, which further encourages their ethos.

  Thus, from the beginning of the military chaos, in just half a day, Jingcheng has become a disaster center in the flames of war, and even spread to surrounding villages and towns.

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  Jingcheng, Wangjia.

  The Wang family is a little-known small family in Jingcheng. Because of the merits accumulated by their ancestors, they met a manager's disciple who didn't know that class, and they did errands for a while.

  So suddenly there was status and money. Afterwards, the seclusion of the managers disappeared, and the old-fashioned Jingcheng also recognized the status of the Wang family. In this way, the Wang family became a small family that was passed on hereditary.

  Even the children in the family are almost their own, but only almost.

The turmoil of the warriors was not affected because the Wang family was located on the edge of the city and close to the suburbs. However, when Wang Er, the son of Wang Er, went shopping, he not only brought back three strangers with bearded beards, but also brought back the disaster. .

  He took the initiative to guide a few people into the Wang family, and the Wang family who didn't investigate for a while were brought under control.

The men were all picked out, tortured and killed in various ways, leaving behind a group of panicked female family members, who were played by the four in different ways in front of everyone in the family hall for most of the day .

  This person, once oppressed for a long time, suppressed for a long time, and suddenly explodes, it is easy to go wrong, and if he is guided by some strength, he will be out of control.

   As time went by, the four of them became more and more over the top.

  Unconsciously, each of them gradually became inhuman, not tired, but more energetic, more brutal, and more perverted.

  Wang Qian, although she has reached the age of marriage, but because she was too smart since she was a child, she helped the Wang family with a lot of things. Step by step, she evolved from many sisters and brothers to become the jewel in the palm of the Wang family.

   Originally, this was great luck.

  In such a world with a fixed class, with such an identity, she may gradually become the grandmother of the family when she gets married in the future.

  Even if she worked harder to make the Wang family reluctant to leave her house and her son-in-law came to the door, she might still control the Wang family and become the mistress of the family. But such calculations were completely shattered today.

  As those crazy gangsters entered the house and slaughtered all the uncles and brothers in different ways in front of their female relatives, **** began.

  First, four aunts in their twenties were toyed to death in front of their eyes in the hall.

   Then these four people began to be tortured and ravaged in various ways, and their age tendency became younger and younger.

   Fortunately, there are many women in the Wang family. The smart Wang Qian, the moment she understood the situation, she hid any of her bright spots.

  Looking coldly at the aunts, aunts, and sisters, being tormented one by one. She kept watching, and could only watch, her eyes became more and more indifferent.

   Originally, she planned to keep hiding until her eight-year-old sister was pushed out by the gangsters after a clan elder sister discovered the gangsters' tendency to survive for a while in order to protect herself.

  Wang Qian, who was hiding in the crowd with cold eyes and watching everything, saw the way the gangsters looked at her sister. She understood something. If she didn't do something, her sister would follow in the footsteps of those clan sisters.

  At that moment, she didn't wait and see, but stepped out of the crowd, wiped off the things on her face, and revealed her royal demeanor.

  The attention of those vulgar warriors was completely diverted, but the **** that greeted her had also begun.

  She has already understood too many things. She looked at the clan sisters and clan sisters watching from the corner of her eye. There was no resentment in her eyes, because she understood their situation.

  She just endured it as hard as she could, and with this half-day observation,

   She even clearly felt that one of the gangsters had turned into pity. If she was given a little more time, she felt that she could control it.

  At least as her mother taught her, it shouldn't be too difficult to win that man's heart. It's a pity...it seems to be late.

  Backs of fatigue hit my mind, my eyes became more and more dilated, and I felt a little strenuous.

   I don't know if it was an illusion, but she saw the fairy who came to welcome her.

  The other party's gorgeous wings and handsome face with a gloomy expression, in this moment of her despair, shone with a strange light, never so dazzling.

   Just like every girl is looking forward to his Prince Charming, riding a white horse and stepping on colorful auspicious clouds.

  Her celestial envoy, accompanied by a celestial servant, floated down with an angry face, ignoring the people who were stunned by him, but looked at the four thugs with cold and angry eyes.

  Before the four of them begged for mercy, green seedlings suddenly appeared from all over their bodies. Judging from the appearance of the seedlings, they turned out to be the rice they ate.

  Under the terrified and helpless struggle of the four people, the four people turned into four tiny seedling fields.

  There are verdant seedlings all over the pores of the whole body, swaying slightly, unusually active. But the four gangsters who turned into seedling fields are still alive.

  At this moment, Wang Qian smiled. She looked at the tragic situation of the bandits and the angel not far away.

  The fairy envoy seemed to have a feeling, and she also turned her head to look. When her four eyes met, she tried her best to show a charming smile.

  But in her current state, coupled with her age, this smile is extremely heartbreaking. The tense nerves, because of the sudden relaxation, she felt tired like a wave of water, about to drown her.

  When she was dying, she saw her emissary, walked up to her quickly, hugged her without hesitation, and stretched out her palm with pity.

  The hand of the fairy envoy turned into a ruby-like vine, and the dreamy light shone, it was so beautiful.

As the arm turned into a gemstone vine and inserted into her chest, Wang Qian, who was dying, was shocked all over her body, and suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the picture that was close at hand, looking at her with concern. handsome face.

  He had pity and distress on his face, but his eyes were unusually bright and clear, with a little bit of anger that had not completely dissipated.

  The gorgeous wings on her back were slightly spread, and the ruby ​​vines in her hands were shining. The scene at this moment was completely engraved in Wang Qian's mature yet young mind.

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  Zhang Deming led Qin Shizhong, drifting down towards the turbulent place. When the two approached, they felt an unusually strong smell of blood and resentment.

  Qin Shizhong frowned and said: "What the **** are these remnants going to do? It's fine to plunder and practice. Why do you spend such effort to cause mortal turmoil just to cause some killings and cause trouble for the sect?"

  Zhang Deming ignored him, but went straight to the bloodiest place, the main hall of the family. Zhang Deming, who floated into the hall, was taken aback for a moment.

  I saw that the main hall was divided into two sides, and on one side were all kinds of male corpses who were tortured to death and full of resentment, um, they should be stumps and arms.

  Blood stained the entire hall red, plasma all over the place.

  In the corner on the other side is a group of helpless female relatives. At this moment, these female relatives are looking at him with surprise.

  In the main hall, the remaining three watched with interest.

  Three of them obviously had a deep aura of being guided by the mind, and there was also a slight sense of true energy.

  Looking at the purgatory-like hall, Zhang Deming looked angry and restrained the four of them by raising his hands. At this moment, the girl was already dying.

  Zhang Deming subconsciously took a step forward, hugged him in his arms, his arm turned into a ruby ​​color, and started the treatment.

   At the same time, his expression paused, a lot of ruby-colored vines sprouted from his body, stabbing down at the surrounding women who were still alive, the hidden seeds in his body jumped slightly, and strands of vitality were released.

  The law-level rattan technique, coupled with Anzi's vitality, faced with the injuries of these mortals, it was almost to the point of life and death. As long as there is breath, he can heal well.

   In just a moment, the baby girl in her arms recovered, her eyes widened, and she stared blankly at him.

   "Is there anything uncomfortable?" Zhang Deming looked at the other party and asked.

  Wang Qian came back to her senses when she heard the words. She was as intelligent as she was, and with her ancestral origins, she understood what happened, guessed Zhang Deming's identity, and understood that all this was not a dream.

  As soon as she realized it, she retracted her arms and uttered the first word: "Dirty!"

  After speaking, he wanted to struggle to open Zhang Deming.

  The voice was cool and cold, not waiting for the slightest emotional fluctuation. Such a voice appeared on a girl of this age, Zhang Deming was slightly taken aback, and his heart twitched violently.

  He didn't let go of the other party, tried his best to show a gentle smile, and said, "It's okay!"

  After saying that, he raised his hand, and the transparency shone with luster, like a crystal-like stream of water appeared in his hand. The water flow slowly condensed into a dragon shape, entangled, and washed Wang Qian's whole body.

   After finishing all this, Zhang Deming smiled again and said, "Look, it's clean."

  Wang Qian hugged her chest, tucked in the corner of her clothes, and said as before: "Dirty!"

  Zhang Deming shook his head seriously, and appraised: "No, it's very clean! I said so!"

  Wang Qian was stunned, the gloomy eyes flickered again, and she looked at Zhang Deming with unusual brightness, which seemed to be called hope or goal.

   "Want to take revenge?" Zhang Deming asked.

  After Wang Qian recovered, she shook her head and said, "I don't want to!"

  Zhang Deming was taken aback for a moment, then asked in astonishment: "Why?"

   "I can't follow you after getting revenge! I want to follow you. My grandfather said that the emissaries are not tired of ordinary people, but just tired of trouble. I just want to follow you, not trouble." Wang Qian said bluntly while changing her attitude.

  Zhang Deming was stunned again, the obviously inappropriate words did not make Zhang Deming feel disgusted at this moment.

   "Then just watch it for now!" After saying that, Zhang Deming let go of the girl.

  Zhang Deming stood up, looked at the women around him who had been rescued by him, and said, "Want to take revenge?"

  Hearing the words one by one, they recovered from their astonishment, and looked at the four strange 'seedling fields' on the ground with resentful eyes.

   "Think!" Among the many women, a roughly woman said with hatred for the girl dressed as a woman.

  Zhang Deming nodded, and said: "Then I'll leave them to you, there's nothing wrong with eating flesh and blood."

  After speaking, Zhang Deming got up and stopped paying attention to them.

  All the girls looked at me and I looked at you, but in the end it was the woman who took the lead, and was the first to pounce on it. At first, they were all punched and kicked.

  But they are all a bunch of ladies, very well-bred, and the fists... are not torture, but just slapstick at the level of fun.

"what······"

   I don’t know who it was, and suddenly pulled a seedling, and as the seedling and its hair-like roots at the bottom were pulled out, the man let out a mournful roar.

  Many women paused and looked at the seedlings in unison. Zhang Deming on the side suddenly said: "Before the plucking is over, they still have energy and their consciousness is very clear."

   There was no instruction on what to do, nor was there any restriction on how to do it. When all the women heard the words, revenge flashed in their eyes.

"what······"

"what······"

"what······"

   A burst of screams came from the hall.

   "Haha..." accompanied by some women's happy and slightly maniacal laughter.

  Zhang Deming tilted his head, looked at Wang Qian who was standing aside with his head lowered, and said, "If you don't do it again, there will be no chance."

  Wang Qian slightly raised her head and glanced at Zhang Deming, but did not make any movement, and lowered her head again.

  Seeing this, Zhang Deming shook his head slightly, and with a wave of his hand, countless blood-red vines swayed and grew out of the various stumps and arms in the hall.

  As the vines grow, the surrounding corpses quickly disappear. When all the corpses disappeared, most of the blood-red vines disappeared, leaving only one section, which was quickly woven into a tablet.

  Zhang Deming tilted his head, looked at those women, and said, "Who is in charge now?"

  An old woman in her sixties walked out tremblingly, and replied: "Report to the Immortal Elder, the head of the Wang family is dead."

   "What is your identity?" Zhang Deming looked at the old woman and asked.

   "I am a fairy, I am the current grandmother of the Wang family." The old woman replied.

  Zhang Deming nodded, and said: "That's okay! I helped you dispose of the corpse. There are some things on it. If you leave it like that, it will cause problems after a long time.

  Hey, this is your family's memorial tablet, let's leave some thoughts for the women in your family.

  Hmm... With this thing as a support, no matter what happens in the future, even if they are all female relatives, they should be able to survive in this city. "

The old woman took the red plaque handed over by the vine, hugged it firmly in her arms, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed, and said with tears in her eyes: "The old man thanked the immortal head for the unjust souls of the Wang family... "..."

  Zhang Deming frowned and glanced at the other party, but did not stop him. After the other party finished kowtowing, he said: "Okay, get up quickly, I have a lot of things to do, but I don't have much time to spend with your family."

  After speaking, he paused, turned his head to look at Wang Qian, and said, "Do you really want to follow me?"

  Wang Qian nodded and said, "Yes!"

  Zhang Deming pondered for a while, and said: "It's not impossible, you still have a chance in heaven."

  After speaking, Zhang Deming flipped his hands over and took out three Yuling beads, a pair of miniature wings in the beads trembled slightly.

  Holding the beads, Zhang Deming said: "After swallowing them, if you can gain something, follow me, if not, you don't have to follow me."

   Qin Shizhong, who was standing quietly at the side, saw this, his expression moved slightly, and seeing Wang Qian's eyes, there was a rare flash of envy. His immortal sect struggled for half a hundred years before he got such an opportunity. The other party is at this age...

  Wang Qian heard the words, took the three beads from the vine, and wanted to throw them into her mouth.

   "I advise you to be more careful. This thing is not a poison test. Uncle Shi would not be so boring as to give you a poison test. Rather than you wasting it like this, you should give it to me."

  Looking at Wang Qian's actions, it may be that Zhang Deming really intends to accept people. The seasoned Qin Shizhong began to send favors at this moment. Seemingly random words, people who understand can hear a lot of things.

  Zhang Deming glanced at Qin Shizhong, and Qin Shizhong smiled at Zhang Deming. Zhang Deming didn't care, and continued to stare at Wang Qian.

  Wang Qian paused when she heard Qin Shizhong's words, her eyes flickered, she put down two and swallowed one of them directly.

  As she swallowed, a faint aura emerged from her body, and a thin hollow ball of light surrounded her.

   "Is this... the ultimate spiritual root talent with at least 75 points?"

  Qin Shizhong looked at Wang Qian, who was not feeling angry at all, and said in surprise that after swallowing the first Yu Lingzhu, a thin hollow sphere was formed instead of all wasted.

  Zhang Deming said with a smile on his face: "At first, I just felt that I had some talent, but I didn't expect him to be such a good seedling."

  During the conversation between the two, the thin hollow ball broke after only a moment.

  Wang Qian naturally did not succeed in enlightenment, but she felt a little angry, and she had entered the circle of monks.

  After she opened her eyes, she already understood what it was, at least what it was used for.

  She didn't swallow the beads again immediately, but closed her eyes and sorted out the things in her mind.

  A moment later, she took out a bead again, but she didn't swallow it. Instead, she held the bead without a teacher, and tentatively used the little spiritual power in her body to stimulate it.

   This time, dense spiritual power spots surrounded her, forming a bright hollow circle, a pair of miniature wings, and flew into her mind. After a while, she opened her eyes, and the spiritual wind flickered under her feet.

  Zhang Deming looked slightly surprised. He originally thought that even if she had good talent, if she hadn't stepped into the practice, the three beads added up had a 30 to 50 percent chance of being good.

   Unexpectedly, with only two, it was a success.

  At this moment, Zhang Deming's expression changed, and he followed the entrance of the subroutine to the spirit cultivation space.

  Consciousness explores the warehouse, at this moment energy surges in the warehouse, and merit and luck are rapidly condensed.

   After a while, everything stabilized, and Zhang Deming found that the merits had increased by five, and the luck had increased by seventeen.

  This huge harvest surprised Zhang Deming very much.

  You must know that at present, except for a few wools, other people have not gained as much energy as her enlightenment entry through Tai Chi promotion.

   So finally the test came out? Is it a mortal who has changed his life and has no chance to practice, and has gained the most, or is this a special case, and she is also a miscellaneous sheep that usually sheds her hair?

   Or both? Zhang Deming's thoughts flickered, and he left the spirit cultivation space.

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   "Well, it's not bad, just follow me from now on." Zhang Deming nodded and said, "Anyway, I don't have a child. Although you are a bit older, you should still be considered the last bus."

  Wang Qian didn’t understand the rest, but she did understand if she followed Zhang Deming, and she immediately saluted: "Thank you, servant girl..."

   "Stop, from now on you can call yourself a disciple, you can be a junior, just don't use this. As for me, you can call me uncle or young master." Zhang Deming interrupted immediately.

  Wang Qian paused, and immediately said: "I understand, my lord."

   Listening to the address, Qin Shizhong took another serious look at Wang Qian, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know whether he had given the favor to the right person.

   "Okay, I still have to go to other places in the city. Say goodbye and come back next time... these people don't know how much longevity they have." Zhang Deming said bluntly.

  Wang Qian looked back, she didn't have the slightest affection for the clan sisters. Although she understood and didn't hate them before, she didn't have any feelings.

   Just looking at the teary-eyed eight-year-old girl in the crowd, the girl was pinned down on the shoulder by an aunt who was afraid that she would ruin the amazing opportunity of the Wang family, so she couldn't go forward. It was also this aunt just now who protected her sister and did not come out when she was tortured.

   "Second Aunt, my sister may depend on you from now on." The cold Wang Qian suddenly choked up.

   Without waiting for the other party to reply, the old woman holding the red spirit tablet said, "Don't worry, follow the fairy elder and wait on your side. If you stay for a day, the Wang family will not treat her badly."

  Zhang Deming watched quietly, and took it with him without saying anything.

  In the previous situation, it was his duty to save people, but bringing people... was all because he had the need of a mortal to enter the Tao.

  Even if it is other senior brothers, it is impossible to do this. At most, they can test the spiritual root of the little girl. However, Zhang Deming's trip was not a team of apprentices, so forget it.

   And if she wants to ascend to heaven, she should stay away from the world of mortals and see her future.

"gone!"

   Seeing that the other party's explanation was almost complete, two vines stretched out from Zhang Deming's waist, entangled the two of them, and the wings emerged from his back. With a slight vibration, he flew out of Wang's house and headed towards the chaotic Jingcheng.

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  The three of them came to the city, just halfway through the city, and saw countless tragedies happening. Under the guidance of the warriors, people began to collapse. Coupled with the influence of the formation, there was a posture of snowballing.

   "Uncle, let the disciples go down!" Although Qin Shizhong didn't care about ordinary people, he took the initiative to speak when he saw Zhang Deming's gloomy face.

  Zhang Deming said flatly: "No need!"

  He took Qin Shizhong and Wang Qian to the largest square in Jingcheng, and stopped at the Apprentice Square. Qin Shizhong looked at Zhang Deming suspiciously, not knowing what Zhang Deming was going to do.

   "It should be here." Zhang Deming said with certainty after sensing.

  After speaking, the spiritual power surged in his hands, and some spiritual power lines began to converge under the square.

   "Is this... the center of formation affecting this city?" Qin Shizhong asked.

  Zhang Deming shook his head, and said: "At most it's just a restriction core, but because it's big enough, some things are made more, and it looks complicated."

  As Zhang Deming said, he stretched out his hand a little. As the spiritual power surged, the lines of spiritual power on the square collapsed and turned into spots of spiritual power all over the place.

  The weak influence of formations pervading the entire city dissipated.

   After finishing all this, Zhang Deming didn't leave. He took the two of them and hovered a few meters high in the center of the square. At this moment, the spiritual power consumed by the previous battle had already been fully recovered by running the script, including Anzizhong.

  Zhang Deming took a deep breath, and with violent fluctuations in his spiritual power, he opened his mouth and said: "Law: This city prohibits the evil that I stipulate. Violators will be beaten with a whip!"

  A city-level law was issued, and the spiritual power in Zhang Deming's body was directly reduced by four-fifths. A strange fluctuation spread throughout the city, and everyone heard the words clearly.

"what······"

  As the law came into effect, many people who lost their minds screamed and woke up after being whipped, looking at themselves in a daze.

  Zhang Deming didn't stop because of this, the inner body was beating, and he said again: "I heard a rumor, it is said that people in this city will gather in this square to see what's going on."

   Once again, the range of city-level spells spread, and all the people in Jingcheng began to gather towards the square.

Ordinary people don't even realize that they are being controlled, they subconsciously want to go to the square to have a look, while those warriors who are causing chaos all over the city, including those elites with acquired cultivation bases, understand what happened, but completely Can't break free.

  In the city lord's mansion, the leader of the master, who was comparable to a senior apprentice, was struggling even more violently.

   While trying to control himself, he said with horror on his face: "Didn't it mean that it would take a day at the earliest to respond to these door-to-door visits.

  Besides, the border of Panzhou should have been longer, why did monks of this level come here in the middle of the day..."

   "I don't know, there is no other news from the clan." A young man who was struggling with panic like him responded.

  But their struggles were ineffective, and they all headed towards the square uncontrollably.

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  Zhang Deming's two speech skills consumed the entire Anzi's spiritual power, and even brought a little of the spiritual power of Dantian, and the consumption continued, but it was no longer the big head.

   While practicing the exercises and recovering his spiritual power, he looked at the crowd gathered in the square.

  Wang Qian, who was behind her, looked shocked at the scene of controlling a city of mortals in just a few words. At this moment, she fully realized what is immortal and what is immortal.

  Even Qin Shizhong was a little surprised when he saw Zhang Deming's fluctuations in such a wide range of spells. This kind of magic strength has almost caught up with the three talented monks.

   And in the square below, people began to gather densely. But it wasn't a random gathering, but divided into regular square formations.

   Until then, many people realized that they seemed to be under control.

   A little terrified, some struggling crazily, some even a little crazy, more silent, silently looking at the figure suspended a few meters above the square.

  The breeze was blowing, the wings were slightly spread, and Zhang Deming, who looked calm, was followed by a man and a woman. This posture made people think of the so-called immortal at first glance.

  Zhang Deming looked at the crowd below with a calm expression, and was stared at by countless people without stage fright.

  It wasn't until the crowd gathered that Zhang Deming looked at the crowd below and said, "Well, all the people should have arrived, and I have to thank that the Apprentice Square is big enough, otherwise it really wouldn't be able to accommodate it.

   I think you all have guessed who I am, but let me introduce you!

  I am the master of Yuling Peak of Tianlingmen, that is, what you call an immortal, um, the kind of immortal. "

  When Qin Shizhong heard the words, he trembled for the first time, and his horrified expression was forcibly suppressed by him.

   "Welcome to the Immortal!"

  In the crowd, I don't know who it is, who made such a head, and then suddenly there was a trend, and everyone fell to their knees, bowing their heads in an untidy manner.

  This action gave Zhang Deming a pause, and after a while, Zhang Deming continued: "Your Jingcheng, and even the entire Panzhou, are under the jurisdiction of Tianlingmen.

  Originally, immortals are different. You live your life and experience the eight sufferings of life, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, separation from love, not getting what you want, and the five yins.

  We are too lazy to get involved, and we don’t want to care about this world of mortals, but..."

  Zhang Deming turned his head to look at the specially planned phalanx in the crowd, and continued: "But some mortals have gone too far this time.

  The situation has gone beyond the normal situation, so we, the immortals who are said by you to be non-human, have to show up and intervene in your life and this world of mortals. "

   "We thank God for his pity!"

  Another voice sounded, successfully leading the rhythm, and a crowd of people kowtowed again. This time I saved a lot of trouble, I didn't need to kneel, because after kneeling just now, no one took the lead, and no one got up at all.

  Zhang Deming turned his head instantly, and locked on a person in the crowd.

  It was an old man in his fifties. Judging by his attire, he looked a bit like a person in charge of this city, um, but judging by his behavior, he should be closer to a fart.

   It is probably because of this that he was not hunted and killed by warriors in the early stage, so he escaped.

  At this moment, the other party is carefully shrinking his body, lowering his head, trying to reduce the sense of presence as much as possible, and at the same time, he does not forget to always hold his feet, and his professionalism is already full.

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  (end of this chapter)