Chapter 882: Witch

I am very grateful to the students in my heart, "Bing Dian", "Fang Shang Lan", Zi Yan=Zhao Yilin, and wm, for the pink tickets

Even if they can't gain a foothold in the Central Plains in the future, but can gain a foothold in the Eastern Immortal Cultivation World, the environment for cultivating immortals there will be much stronger than that in the Northland.

"The relics of Dongfang Wanjianzong?" Ling Yijian asked in astonishment.

Xu Ziyan told Ling Yijian about Dongfang Wanjianzong's affairs in detail, and then expressed his conjecture. Ling Yijian's expression became visibly excited, and he kept muttering:

"I must go and have a look, I must go and have a look to complete this master mission, I will immediately set off for the East"

Xu Ziyan frowned slightly and said, "What is the task of Senior Brother Ling coming out this time?"

Ling Yijian frowned deeply when he heard the words, and said with worry on his face: "This time I went down the mountain because of a task for my master. Originally from the Huayang Sect, the Eastern Shenji Sect and the Qinghuo Sect were destroyed. After that, our Taixuanzong can be said to have stood at the pinnacle of the world of cultivating immortals in the Northland. However, recently something happened in the world of cultivating immortals in the Northland."

Speaking of this, Ling Yijian changed the subject: "Zi Yan, you have also traveled all over the vast continent now, can you tell me how the people on the vast continent cultivated?"

Xu Ziyan raised his eyebrows, and said softly: "Whether it is cultivation of law or martial arts, it is to temper oneself with the power of heaven and earth, and finally reach the realm of the unity of heaven and man."

"That's right." Ling Yijian nodded and said, "This is what our Taoists call nature, free and easy. However, this world may not only have this method of cultivation. Another method is to take away the luck of all living beings and practice."

"Practice by seizing the luck of all living beings?" Xu Ziyan said in amazement: "What do you mean?"

Ling Yijian sighed and said: "I didn't know these secrets at first, but Master Liu told me about them before going down the mountain.

Before the Great Destruction, there was a method of cultivation, what those monks absorbed was not the power of heaven and earth, but the power of faith. They don't have souls, they don't know magic, but they are not martial arts. Well, it should be counted as physical training. "

"The power of faith?" Xu Ziyan's heart trembled.

"Yes, this method of cultivation is extremely harmful to the world of cultivating immortals. You must know that we cultivators all have sects, or have various forces such as families, and we usually only worship our ancestors. And we are also ancestors. His disciples and grandchildren are descended in the same continuous line.

However, the method of cultivating the power of faith is to recruit believers widely.

His believers have no power division, no matter which sect, or family, casual cultivator or even a mortal who cannot cultivate, as long as he believes in him, he can get the power of faith from those people to practice. And he treats those who believe in him as slaves, constantly extracting luck and the power of faith from those people. "

Hearing this, a word popped out of Xu Ziyan's mind: "Witch"

Is there still a witch clan in this world? But in Xu Ziyan's heart, he was still very uncertain, so he asked softly:

"They treat those who believe in them as slaves, and they keep extracting their power of faith and luck. It stands to reason that not many people are willing to believe in them."

Ling Yijian shook his head and said: "It's not the opposite, their followers are multiplying very fast."

"Why?" Xu Ziyan asked inexplicably.

"Because as long as people who believe in him can gain supernatural powers in the process of believing in him. The more sincere the heart of faith, the more powerful the supernatural powers will be. This kind of supernatural power is bestowed by him to his believers. It is not necessary for his believers to practice, as long as that believer has a sincere heart of faith, he will have a supernatural power in an instant. This is fatal to the attraction of human beings, especially for those practitioners with poor aptitude, this way of getting something for nothing Let them be obsessed. And once they are obsessed, it is very difficult to extricate themselves.

We don't know exactly how this kind of people who cultivate the power of faith obtain the power of faith, and how they bestow supernatural powers on those believers. However, from the believers we have contacted, they said that when they prayed, it seemed that there would be a voice echoing in their minds, making them believe in the person who cultivated the power of faith wholeheartedly in a very short period of time. people. "

"Hoo~·

Xu Ziyan let out a long breath, and asked nervously: "Then what are these people who practice the power of faith called?"

"Witch" Ling Yijian said softly.

Xu Ziyan's body was shocked, and it really was a witch. While my heart was agitated, I heard Ling Yijian on the side continue to say:

"The cultivation method of witches is based on people. If they want to improve their cultivation, they must develop an astonishing number of believers, which can be described as uncompromising. In this way, he threatens us cultivators and shakes our various sects Ziyan, just imagine, if we let it go on and our Taixuanzong monks also start to believe in him, then will there still be our Taixuanzong?

We are in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and Taoism follows nature. But they are taking people's luck. As long as he wants to keep improving his cultivation, he has to keep enslaving humans. In the end, in order to gain more power of faith, he will wage war at all costs and conquer all human beings who do not believe in him. A witch is a disaster for the entire world of cultivating immortals. "

"Then the master asked you to go down the mountain this time..."

"Alas~~~" Ling Yijian sighed and said: "I don't know why, maybe it's because of the low cultivation level of our monks in the Northland. That witch chose us in the Northland, and now we are in the Northland. Many people believe in that witch. Many temples have been built to worship that witch. If things go on like this, the world of cultivating immortals will be in danger."

Xu Ziyan's face changed: "Are there already witches in the north?"

"That's right." Ling Yijian said with a serious face: "This time, the master is sending a few disciples of our generation down the mountain, and sending them to various places to destroy all those temples. But..."

"but what?"

"But the ending was not as good as we imagined. After seeing us destroying the temple, those believers attacked us like crazy. And after we left, they would build another temple and continue to worship"

"This..." Xu Ziyan's expression also became dignified: "So, we must find that witch and kill him in order to solve this matter fundamentally."

"That's right." Ling Yijian nodded vigorously, but then his face was full of embarrassment: "However, our Taixuanzong has never found the hiding place of that witch, he is very cunning."

"What does he look like?"

A dark and secluded alley, far away from the center of Sanxian City, the people living here are relatively poor conditions of loose cultivators.

A few rogue cultivators were sitting lazily chatting on the side of the alley, when they suddenly heard light footsteps coming from the entrance of the alley. Several casual cultivators turned their heads to look, and saw a graceful woman in a fiery red dress walking in briskly. A head of red hair was fluttering in the wind, and a flamboyant wild beauty immediately attracted the eyes of those casual cultivators.

The red-haired and red-dressed woman gracefully and gracefully walked past the eyes of a few casual cultivators like a fairy, and walked towards the depths of the alley.

The throats of several casual cultivators couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and each of them said in their hearts:

"I don't know if this woman is a casual cultivator, she is really beautiful like a fairy descending to the world. If she is a casual cultivator, if I can form a Taoist couple with her, I will be happier than being promoted to an immortal."

A few casual cultivators kept staring at the back of the woman with red hair and red skirt, slender waist, plump buttocks, and long legs. Every change in the woman's body dazzled their eyes.

All of a sudden, the expressions of these casual cultivators froze on their faces, and then revealed a look of horror. One by one hurriedly lowered their heads, because the action of lowering their heads was so urgent that they twisted their necks and rattled. Because they suddenly discovered that they and others couldn't see through each other's cultivation. Doesn't this mean that the red-haired woman in the red dress has to be above them? The world of cultivating immortals is cruel, and the levels are clearly defined. A cultivator whose cultivation level exceeds his own looks, and there is a blasphemy in his eyes, isn't this courting death?

The red-haired woman in the red skirt walked up to a small house with red bricks and blue tiles, and after a quick glance, she knew that it was a very small and simple place to live, with green moss growing on the roof and walls.

The red-haired woman in the red skirt stepped forward, held the door knocker and knocked lightly a few times, and then there was a sound of footsteps from inside. As soon as the door opened, a tall young man appeared from inside. Although his face was young, his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

"Linglong, you're here." A gleam of joy flashed in the young man's eyes.

"Hai Xin, I set off immediately after receiving your summons. I don't know what kind of trouble you have caused this time?" Yang Linglong asked softly with concern.

Fan Helsing's face darkened, he moved half of his body away, and said softly: "Come in and we'll talk."

Yang Linglong nodded, and stepped into the door. Fan Haixin closed the door, then led Yang Linglong into the house, made tea for Yang Linglong, and then sat opposite Yang Linglong.

Looking at Yang Linglong opposite, Fan Haixin's eyes flashed with thought: "Linglong, how are you these days?"

Yang Linglong nodded and said, "Fortunately, it's nothing more than cultivation. Why don't you tell me what happened?"

Fan Helsing sighed deeply, with a look of sadness on his face. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Linglong, you know my origins too. However, there are still some things you don't know."

"Oh?" Yang Linglong raised her eyebrows.

Fan Haixin on the opposite side seemed to be lost in memory, and said slowly: "Linglong, you know that I am a disciple of the Zuwangzong in the North. I'm left as a disciple. But, you don't know what I've been doing all these years."