Zhang Qing had never seen such a neatly divided battlefield.
Underfoot is the majestic Great Wall, which is thousands of feet high, stretching to the unknown end.
Above the head, there are flying boats, chariots, tall buildings, and cities that are as densely packed as locusts.
Without exception, these things were born for war and slaughter.
As for the front, the dark demonic mist was entangled, and even he couldn't see clearly how many things were in the darkness.
However, these days, one thing that never stops for a moment is that demons climb the city walls and fight with the monks.
Zhang Qing didn't know why this place was like this, and why the group of monks behind stopped the demon from advancing and created such a chasm at an unimaginable cost.
When he was distracted, a ray of fire flew from the side, revealing a red flying sword and piercing the head of the ferocious demon in front of him.
"This group of hidden wolves is the most insidious and cunning. Brother Zhang, don't be distracted!"
A young man in blue came close to him, and Zhang Qing came to his senses. Thousands of threads spread out with his hand, blessing the hundreds of monks around him with strong vitality. As long as they didn't die in an instant, he could save them. .
Even with the cultivation in the later stages of foundation building, this spell cannot cover a wider area.
Before figuring out the situation here, Zhang Qing was very cautious not to expose his higher strength.
Moreover, he is using the power of a certain 'clone'. Even if there are a lot of magic weapons here to detect cultivation, there is no way to know where he is.
After the fight that lasted for most of the day, their foundations also retreated towards the rear. Naturally, other monks would cover their positions.
This was repeated until half a month later, the demon's attack finally came to an end briefly, because on that higher battlefield, Tianmen fell.
"Tianmen, we may not be able to reach a state in our lifetime, but we died in just a few months."
Countless people were stunned, but after realizing that it had nothing to do with them, they also became excited.
"With the contribution of this battle, I have accumulated resources that can break through the eighth level of foundation building."
"Indeed, I'm about the same. I'll think of a way to use spirit stones to get barrier-breaking pills from the black market. The final stage of foundation building will only last a few days."
"Hahahaha, it seems everyone has gained something."
"What does this mean to us? The one who has gained the most is probably fellow Taoist Zhang." Someone looked at Zhang Qing.
Many people showed gratitude in their eyes. Some of them might have died in that half month, but Zhang Qing's spell brought them back from the line of life and death.
No matter what he thinks about his life-saving grace, he is extremely sincere at this moment.
"If it weren't for Brother Zhang's methods, I'm afraid I would have died in the mouth of that bloodthirsty snake. I, Lao Lu, put these words here. In the future, whenever Brother Zhang makes any request, if Lao Lu hesitates for a moment, he will die! "
"Yes, in the past half month, it was only thanks to Brother Zhang that so many of us were able to survive."
Zhang Qing smiled, appearing humble in the face of the adulation from everyone. At the same time, he also understood that these people spoke in front of him, perhaps because they wanted to be able to pay more attention to them next time.
But Zhang Qing still opened his mouth and said: "After I climb the city this time, I'm afraid I'll have to stay in seclusion for a while."
Some people’s eyes showed surprise, “Brother Zhang’s improvement in cultivation is really gratifying!”
"Hahaha, congratulations."
Of course, some people looked hesitantly. After all, with the humanoid elixir Zhang Qing could save their lives, it also saved a lot of spiritual stones.
But no matter what, almost everyone was congratulating Zhang Qing for making a further step in cultivation.
After all, Zhang Qing is not really a foundation-building monk. As a strong man from Tianmen, he also feels very clearly that not all, but at least most of the people in this group are sincere in their kindness towards him.
Zhang Qing couldn't help but feel novel about this situation.
Yes, it was novel. He thought about it for a long time before he understood the difference.
Compared with Yunmengze, or even the practitioners in the Shenting Cultivation World and the 3500 Prefectures, the monks here are more pure.
It can be said that he is not familiar with the cruelty of the world and has not been severely beaten by the cultivation world, but it can also be said that this is the atmosphere here.
Compared with the monks I have seen before, these people often do not have any sinister and dark thoughts.
As for the reason, I'm afraid it's very simple and straightforward. It's that the battlefield here is different. Humans and monsters are distinct. The endless Great Wall is a line between black and white.
As long as you fight with monsters, you will either die or survive. Whether the dead monk can leave a body is a matter of two opinions, but it is not a problem for the surviving monk to improve his cultivation.
In the final analysis, the countless cultivators in this world are all making the choices that are best for themselves for the sake of resources and in order to further their cultivation.
So when everyone doesn't have to worry too much and relies on their own efforts, they can improve their cultivation, obtain resources, and continuously make breakthroughs in strength.
From Qi training, to foundation building, to planting golden lotuses, and even to opening the Tianmen, the path of ascent has not been blocked in the slightest.
In such a situation, unless one has a gloomy personality and blames the world for his own failure, almost all other normal people will not have too many dark thoughts.
Therefore, compared to the 3,500 states, and compared to Zhang Qing who came out of a million-dollar mountain, there is a lot more sincerity and goodwill here.
Slaying demons and caring for the common people is not just a simple slogan here.
At least Zhang Qing could see clearly that the Tianmen monk who died in the sky had some chance to survive, but he did not make such a choice.
This resulted in Zhang Qing still not understanding the environment here for half a month.
After all, Zhang Qing is not that kind-hearted, but he is not a treacherous and evil person. Facing those monks who are killing demons, he can't help but use one qi to transform the three pure beings.
This unknown method is terrifyingly powerful, but over the past few hundred years, Zhang Qing has cultivated to the four heavenly gates, but he still has not been able to use one qi to transform the three qings into an extremely terrifying force.
It's not because he can't transform the Three Pure Ones into one thing, but because Zhang Qing's bottom line is not that low. His principles have led to this weird and terrifying method not being as terrifying as it should be.
I can't become that flying dragon in the sky, but I'm not a bug who is indifferent to all sentient beings.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Qing said goodbye to everyone here. As a free casual cultivator, he could choose to stay or go after a fight.
The majestic Great Wall behind him blocked the billions of monsters in the dark world on the other side, while hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of miles ahead stood long-established cities.
Perhaps it is because a unique ecological environment has been formed over the long years. Each city has at least several or even dozens of resources that are not found in other places.
This also makes every city seem lively. Of course, the closer the market is to the towering defense line, the more lively it will be.
As a 'Foundation Building' monk, Zhang Qing certainly couldn't just move forward, so he chose to take a flying boat to a city called Ye Shuang hundreds of miles away.
However, as soon as the flying boat took off, a boundless and majestic pressure instantly covered it, almost irritating Zhang Qing to expose Tianmen's cultivation.
Raising his head, he looked at the sky above him in shock. At some point, a vast aura descended, covering an unknown area under the earth.
Maybe millions of miles, tens of thousands of miles, or even hundreds of millions of miles of territory are immersed in this vast terror.
The dark mist was very similar to the demonic mist on the other side of the Great Wall, but the completely different coldness made everyone understand that the dark vortex in the sky came from the land of Yinsi.
"The underworld ghost... no, it condenses the existence of a ghost body, and it is not an ordinary earthly fairy ghost."
Zhang Qing was shocked. When did such underworld existences begin to appear in the human world blatantly?
He has experienced the power of the Angry Ghost General, so he knows very well that there is some kind of authority under this pressure.
The other party is a strong man within the Yama Order of the Ten Palaces of the Yin Division. Such a strong man is the most terrifying in the Yin Division. Aren't you afraid of something happening when he appears in the human world?
While Zhang Qing was thinking, the majestic and ferocious sound above his head began to echo between heaven and earth.
"The human race here has a total of seventy-six trillion and ninety-three million living beings. They reward and punish evil, leaving traces of their merits and demerits!!!"
"I am, the judge of Hell, Yama. I have come here. There are six good people, and the evil ones have to endure eighteen rounds of purgatory torture!"
"This way is proclaimed to all heavens, and heaven and earth are witnesses. The underworld is in order, and the human world is reorganized."
As the words fell, everyone could see the huge figure reflected in the sky, and then a large number of ghosts spread. At this moment, among the countless mortal monks, some felt their power increasing.
The good deeds they had done were rewarded at this moment, and some even directly made breakthroughs across great realms.
Similarly, many monks let out miserable wails. Black flames burned their bodies, burning their flesh and blood, and their souls were drawn out to endure the punishment of purgatory.
At this moment, Zhang Qing felt cold all over. He understood that this was not an invasion by ghosts from the Yin Division, but an invasion that belonged to the rules of the entire Yin Division.
Yinsi wanted to overthrow the world and become the co-lord of the three realms. As the three thousand five hundred states gradually fell into silence, he began to take further steps in other places in the human world.
No wonder, when the other party appeared, there was no Earth Immortal on the monk's side to stop the other party. It's not that there wasn't any, but at that moment of explosion, unless someone had the idea of dying together with the rules of the Yin Division, it would be impossible to succeed.
Moreover, even if the Earth Immortal sacrifices his life to counteract it, he may not be successful. The huge Earth Formation in the sky covers a vast amount of heaven and earth.
Rewarding good and punishing evil is the method of the Yin Division. Zhang Qing is waiting for the counterattack of practitioners in the human world, because no matter how it is considered a good thing, it is also the erosion of the human world by the Yin Division. From the fundamental point of view of heaven and earth, it is by no means ideal.
No monk appeared, but a supreme and majestic will came.
The boundless white light dispelled the darkness, and even at this moment, dispelled the demonic fog on the other side of the Great Wall.
The sun and moon no longer exist in the sky, leaving only the pure white sky and the rolling sea of clouds. At this moment, no one can look at the snow-white sky.
Regardless of their cultivation level, everyone lowered their heads, except for one person, Zhang Qing.
He looked at the snow-white sky and in an instant understood the meaning of the supreme Taoist rhyme.
That is the power of the immortals, the traces left by the immortals in the years that can be traced back to the end of time.
That is the echo of the immortals, the Taoism that protects the monks in the world, and the countless people who cultivate immortals.
He didn't see anything, he only knew that when the echoes of the group of immortals appeared, the rules of the Yin Division, the judges of the earthly immortal cultivation within the order of the Yin Division.
was erased.
It was as if a big hand wiped away the dust on the mirror casually, easily and casually, without any unnecessary accidents.
Under the power of immortals, there is no so-called glimmer of hope.
Death is doomed.
Even at this moment, Zhang Qing had forgotten what Judge Yama looked like before, as if the whole world was forgetting him.
To forget is to completely obliterate.
After a long time, the blazing sun in the sky returned again, and with the power of the immortals, even the lunar sun like the sun and the moon had to temporarily avoid its sharp edge.
The world has returned to normal, but all the creatures in this world are still frightened.
At the same time, countless monks had blazing eyes. They looked at the sky, as if to verify something.
Immortals are still here!
