"What an evil god, he actually made you a climate. However, now that your incense is gone, how long can you hold on?"
Wei Wuji's soul spoke, and the rumble resounded throughout the city. The sword light suddenly changed, turning from a huge wave into a golden thread. The dragon soul seemed to have split into millions of strands, and the clones surrounding Yang Lin's soul continued to cut. , cutting out streaks of divine light, scattered into countless light spots.
The two of them attacked and defended like gods, but they both consciously contained the aftermath and did not attack in all directions.
Come to think of it, the laws of this world are still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Although it was a life and death fight, Wei Wuji still didn't dare to affect ordinary people for no reason. Of course, he wasn't sure that was what he thought.
If it was some time ago, when all the people still believed in Zhuangyuan Shen and silently offered incense, Wei Wuji might take the initiative to kill believers. It would be unnecessary at this time.
He was pleasantly surprised to find out.
The power of faith in the opponent's body is reduced by one point. As long as the attack is urgent, the opponent's defense will be broken sooner or later.
The power of faith is not infinite.
"I'm afraid you are not clear-headed." Yang Lin shook his head.
He wondered if Wei Wuji had too strong a backer and usually didn't dare to provoke anyone, so he just attacked blindly without even thinking that he would counterattack.
Yang Lin bent his arm to recover and punched out.
The golden light from his eyes shot out three feet, and he had already seen through the real body of Wei Wuji's sword shadow, and the void exploded with a rumble.
Boom...
There was a loud bang.
The surrounding energy evaporated, the divine clone flashed like a teleport, and the golden fist had already hit the sword hard.
The dragon soul whined, and the sword vibrated and flew back dozens of feet, causing sparks to pop out...
Wei Wuji's ghostly soul was almost knocked out of the sword, and he was trembling violently. He was so upset that there were stars in his eyes.
Yang Lin chuckled, his body turned into a rainbow, he caught up again, and punched him down again.
"I have the power of belief and mind that is as deep as the sea and the abyss. How can you compare with me in terms of strength?"
At the same level of power, Wei Wuji was actually not able to perfectly utilize the power of the Golden Dragon Sword.
Yang Lin, on the other hand, was in the divine realm and was pushed directly to the peak of the fifth level by the power of faith. He could use it freely and without any hindrance. In a real confrontation, you can see the strength and weakness.
Three consecutive punches landed, causing Wei Wuji's soul to shake, and he knew something was wrong.
He roared angrily: "You forced me to do this."
With a flash of sword light, the dragon soul suddenly grew in size, and the sword flew into the air. With a whoosh, it reached the sky above the Governor's Mansion. The sword moved the clouds and struck down with a rumble.
He felt that he couldn't defeat the evil god of faith, so he rushed directly to Shi Mansion to start.
There were exclamations in the governor's house, and Yin Wenjiao also looked horrified.
I thought to myself that this person was indeed crazy.
How dare you attack ordinary people.
I feel like mortals like myself are really like ants.
Not only were they manipulated by the gods and Buddhas, but they also couldn't control their lives when facing these powerful men.
"You pissed me off."
Yang Lin's divine avatar that was still far away suddenly dissipated, and another divine light and flames rose up in the Governor's Mansion. The sword light could only be cut down, then stopped.
It's like being plunged into a deep sea without any waves.
"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the law."
The Divine Essence clone opened and closed its mouth, and recited a grand and majestic incantation. The surrounding wind was turbulent, and the golden shadow of the Divine Essence suddenly became towering, its breath filled the heaven and earth, and its power was infinitely compressed, and it was punched out again with a light punch. .
This time, it was not as powerful as before, and the power was condensed into a beam of golden light that blinded people's eyes.
Chi...
A soft sound.
The golden dragon sword shook violently, the dragon soul roared silently, and its body shrank by one level.
But Wei Wuji screamed in pain, and his entire soul was knocked out by the golden fist shadow. The light and shadow shook for a while, and the soul exploded. Countless smoke-like haloes dispersed in all directions.
Burned and disappeared by the divine power of faith.
The shadow of his soul became even fainter.
In the skylight, only a little shadow can be seen.
After being punched by Yang Lin, his soul almost collapsed and his soul was destroyed.
He screamed, controlled the sword light, and returned to his body with a hiss. The sword light had just risen to protect his body. Before the halo could spread out, the fist followed behind him and hit the sky. Knocked down with one punch.
"Bang..."
There was a muffled sound.
The shadow of the fist has enveloped the entire mansion and fell straight to the ground without stirring up any dust.
Wei Wuji only had time to protect Shang Bo and his concubine in green clothes around him, and saw that the entire ten-acre mansion seemed to have melted into the water.
The water rippled a few times, and in the entire mansion, the soldiers and personal guards he brought from the capital, and the servants who accompanied him, including his favorite concubine in red, all stood blankly, looked up to the sky, and fell down. There was no sound.
"Li Wuding, you are so cruel..."
Wei Wuji suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and the smoke around him dispersed with a bang. However, he was knocked down by this punch, and his soul fell. It also affected his internal organs. He was beaten by Yang Lin, and his physical body was also beaten. The energy backfired and he was seriously injured.
"Are you cruel? I'm just teaching you a lesson."
Yang Lin's figure condensed again.
Standing high in the sky above Sima's house, he said condescendingly: "As a lower official, you disrespect your superiors and spread rumors. Logically speaking, you should be beaten to death.
But in view of your hard work in studying politics and farming in the past few months, I will spare your life for the time being. From now on, you must be diligent in royal affairs, keep peace of mind to the herdsmen, and stop playing dirty tricks. Believe me, you Can't afford it. "
Yang Lin said a few words and did not attack again. He reached the center of Jiangzhou City in a flash.
With a flick of his sleeve, a ball of golden flames shot down, burning the old man named Gao who was still on the way, together with more than twenty guards in black, to ashes.
His face was indifferent, and he spoke slowly, his voice shaking for ten miles.
"The evil spirits in the city are causing chaos, spreading rumors, and insulting the governor. The crime cannot be forgiven. He will be sentenced to death and executed."
This time, no one dared to stop him.
The black-clothed guards who were found even gave up their thoughts of escaping, and were quickly wiped out.
Immediately afterwards, the soldiers and horses left the city, and the remaining twenty golden-armored sword guards also followed to clear out the lawless people spreading rumors in all directions.
Presumably, Pengze and Duchang counties can be quickly cleaned up in one day.
Yang Lin's golden divine avatar stood high in the sky. He paused for a while, looking at the sword light still standing in Sima's Mansion. He smiled coldly, flashed, and returned to the study of the Governor's Mansion.
The surroundings were quiet again, and after a long time, people came out and looked around.
Looking at the corpses lying in a pool of blood from far and near, it triggered a series of screams.
They actually recognize these people.
Some of them have been seen in restaurants and teahouses, and some have been seen in brothels and pharmacies.
Some of them are encountered occasionally on the road.
Every time I saw them, I saw these people talking about how the governor had been transformed into a monster and would soon be in disaster and die without a burial place.
I've heard this kind of talk for a long time.
Everyone took it seriously.
At this time, it seems so ridiculous.
I don’t know if the governor was transformed by a big demon, and I don’t know if there will be a disaster in the future.
However, these people who were talking about the gossip were all dead.
The Sima Mansion was as quiet as a ghost land. It seemed that apart from the people outside, the manor also suffered a big loss. I don't know if Wei Wuji was beaten to death.
However, at this time, no one dared to talk without scruples anymore.
Some people even took out the portrait of Duke Zhuangyuan hidden under the bed, wiped off the stains, closed the door tightly, and quietly burned incense to worship.
I felt that the darkened light spots in the city were once again a tenth and began to light up.
A smile flashed in Yang Lin's eyes.
"Some people fear power rather than be virtuous. After seeing the cruelty of the Governor's Mansion, the recovered faith becomes purer and more powerful."
"Sure enough, the methods used by those superior guys are real and effective. If you don't punish the people of the world to death, how can anyone believe in them? Only by experiencing the most painful despair can you have the most devout faith..."
"This is just the beginning. I believe that soon, when those demons and ghosts are constantly being suppressed and eating people and killing people, the people who have never burned incense and prayed for pictures will know who will die and who will be safe and sound. Only then can we truly Realize the value of that image."
Yang Lin was not in a hurry at all.
He knew that his picture of being number one did not really take advantage of the people.
After gaining faith, he laid out the silk thread of telekinesis, covering the whole place. If any demons and ghosts escaped through the net and appeared, they would not be able to harm the house and family protected by the image.
The gods protect the house and bring peace to the people, which is true.
You have to pay to get something, everyone understands it. If you don't understand this truth, you can't blame others if you die.
As for Wei Wuji.
After breaking up his soul this time, Yang Lin stopped immediately. Of course there was a reason.
He discovered that the real owner of the golden dragon sword was not Wei Wuji.
This was also the reason why he used all his strength to shake Wei Wuji's spirit out, almost knocking him out of his wits with just one blow.
Because, no matter how powerful the fairy sword is, it is not his natural magic weapon. After all, it is a foreign object and can still be easily separated.
Moreover, when he attacked at the end, he also saw something hidden.
That is, the real strength of the fairy sword controlled by Wei Wuji was controlled by him, and it did not exert its maximum power. When the dragon soul was attacked, it was only peeled off, and its aura was not weakened at all.
The truth is obvious.
If he had knocked Wei Wuji to death with one punch, the sword would have immediately cut through the space, flew away without a trace, and returned to its original owner.
Moreover, the real owner will be informed of Wei Wuji's death.
Why bother?
"I believe that after this battle, this guy will be much more honest. If he does things peacefully, it's not like we can't let him go for a while, wait, wait a little..."
"Now, I have not yet completed the middle stage of the fifth level of cultivation. I have a long way to go before I can reach the later stage. I need more time, accumulate more merit and mana, and raise my level a little further. Even if Wei Zheng comes in person, It doesn't matter.
At least, we must be invincible in the human world, we must be able to hold it, and we must not be forced to leave our homes and run around..."
He's not in a hurry.
Eighteen years is the best opportunity for development. Of course, he must manage it well and not be busy attracting powerful enemies.
"Of course, in principle, that's the case. How it works in detail depends on whether Wei Wuji knows it or not, and whether he can bear it or not?"
Yang Lin's mind was spinning, and a ray of divine light fell on Sima Mansion, locking on the three of Wei Wuji.
Keep him under guard first. If you don't kill him, you can't let this guy escape back to Chang'an.
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