The key to whether something is believed is not whether it is true, but who said it.

The words of the gods are authoritative, and the records of the Immortal Sect are the mainstream. Everyone believes in this.

However, from Yuan Fu's perspective, experiencing life and death, and changing his thoughts, he felt that Xing Tian was more believable.

Even Xing Tian himself couldn't be sure of the truth.

"Stop! Shen Mo Lian!" Yuan Fu shouted loudly.

However, the citizens of Shanhai are still constantly being invested.

The sky echoed with the voice of the elder of Jiuhua Mountain: "Master Yuan Fu, how could you believe such ridiculous words!"

The elder of the Cangwu Sect also said: "Xing Tian knew that if we joined the alien race, we would block our way of survival, so he mistook a deer for a horse and deceived you. He wanted to prevent us from dragging the alien race into this killing ground and killing each other with them."

"Hahaha, telling such a big lie shows that he is anxious!"

"Xingtian, kill all the people who are following you, then you can go out into battle, why don't you do it yet? Huh? Hehehe..."

The laughter of many monks rang out in the sky. Seeing that Xing Tian was so angry that he even protected those aliens without taking action, he felt that he had made the right move.

The happier they laughed, the angry breath of Yan Nu subsided, and he stood there indifferently, as if he was brewing something.

"Confused! Even if there is even a slight possibility of such a terrible truth, we can't do it!"

Yuan Fu shouted anxiously. In fact, his thoughts were also those of Yan Nu.

Yes, the people of Shanhai are transformed from ancient ancestors. This is actually a guess, so Yan Nu asked Luo Yan to try his best to confirm it, saying arrogantly, "I want to know the truth of everything."

It can be said that the situation may not be as tragic as they thought.

But so what? Once this possibility is established, it is better to believe that it exists than to believe that it does not exist!

Yuan Fu felt deeply frightened by this, but the other monks standing outside, with different mentality, did not listen at all.

"Master Yuan Fu! Are you greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"In order to protect yourself, you actually believe such nonsense and consider a thief as your father?"

"Thanks to us for respecting you so much, Mr. Shen made you strong. How can you be so weak and seek perfection just because your enemy is strong?"

"The ancient saints are all in the God Realm, and the aliens call deer horses and call them false gods. How dare you agree?"

"Yuan Fu! Mr. Shen asked us to tell you..."

"If you die, you will die. The honor of our ancestors must not be insulted!"

Outside monks stood on the dry shore and criticized Yuan Fu.

Thinking of him now is like those people who were greedy for life and fearful of death when Zhao Gao called a deer a horse.

"You, you... you..."

Yuan Fu was furious. He was the third most powerful man, but he was scolded by a group of juniors, and his face was lost.

But now he is trapped here, with his life and death in Xing Tian's hands, alone and helpless.

"Calling me weak? I should really let you all come in and give it a try!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of monks appeared in the virtual ancient battlefield.

"Ah?" Yuan Fu was shocked.

The expressions of the group of people also changed drastically. They stared at Xing Tian who was looking askance at him, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

"Damn it! Those demons are looking for death!"

"Oh no, no, no, it's very dangerous to fall into this formation..."

Their faces turned blue and white, showing both anger and fear.

"Run!"

They turned around and ran away. Although there was no way to escape, it was always right to stay as far away from Xing Tian as possible.

Seeing that they were in a panic, Yuan Fu couldn't help but said, "Huh? You guys came in too?"

"Hmph! Why not be strong!"

Swish, swish, monks from various sects are still appearing in the formation, obviously there is another big move from the outside world.

However, the input of Shanhai people has stopped at some point.

"It's Miaohan and the others..." Yan Nu was overjoyed.

He was silent just now because he was frantically strengthening his artistic conception. After all, this was the only power he could use to attack the monks in reality.

By constantly dividing the artistic conception, transforming it into the intention of the gun and the sword, and then completing it, and so on, you will strengthen yourself.

Yan Nu can increase the power of artistic conception by an order of magnitude just by standing there, planning to brew a big one.

Although it is difficult to hurt the top powerful ones with this kind of power, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, and coupled with being caught off guard, the Golden Body Stage and the Longevity Stage should be able to be solved by him from a distance.

However, Yan Nu has forgotten that this is not his battle alone, there are teammates outside.

"It turns out these are Miaohan and the others, okay! Well done! Throw them all in!"

Yan Nu smiled, and at the same time his artistic conception exploded, covering everyone in the outside world.

He can sense everyone's location, but he couldn't tell them clearly before.

But now, a war broke out outside, and the Demonic Dao took action. The two sides were clearly differentiated, and Yan Nu was able to distinguish his teammates at once.

At the same time, you can follow the opponent's actions and analyze what they sense and what they mean.

"It turns out this is the realm..."

"And this... it should be a magic weapon, right? It has spirituality similar to that of a spirit puppet."

"So this person with many magic weapons and low realm...is the real Aloe Vera?"

The induction shrouded in Yan Nu's artistic conception belongs to the Qi induction of a warrior. It is very vague, but it also contains a large amount of information.

He used the changes outside to identify them one by one, and immediately knew how to help his teammates.

In an instant, under the influence of his Haoyang-like fire artistic conception, all the monks in the golden body stage vomited blood and fell into coma. The monks in the longevity stage managed to hold on but were unable to fight.

Even the strength of the Lichen Stage was suppressed by about 30%. Only the Update Stage was too powerful and was only slightly affected.

But this is already a great help, and everyone in the Demonic Way is not weak.

Not only that, Yan Nu's artistic conception of fire is also specially designed to defeat spiritual puppets and magic weapons.

As soon as his thoughts swept away, there were countless "fire worship" objects in the visualization space.

What swords, spears, swords and halberds, cattail leaf fans and gourds, cauldrons and chariots, bright lamps and mirrors, green lotuses and white lotus roots...

All kinds of magic weapons, weapons and spirits were collected by him...

This will have a huge impact on the battle situation.

Swish, swish... the number of monks thrown in suddenly skyrocketed!

As time goes by, there are more and more, thousands and thousands of them.

They all looked at themselves in the ancient battlefield with horror and horror, as well as the Yan slaves grinning at them, and almost lost their souls.

…

"My weapon spirit!"

"Pfft! Ah! Xingtian's artistic conception is so vast!"

Outside the large formation, a war indeed broke out.

After discovering that Shen Mo Lian had ordered all Shanhai citizens to be thrown in, the Demon Dao people finally took action.

"Get them all in!" Miaohan shouted.

From her emperor's treasure house, all kinds of magic can be unleashed.

Aloe Vera and Wu Xizi all sacrificed multiple magic weapons and used them to their heart's content.

Xun Xinkuang controlled more than a hundred bronze mechanisms and shot countless runic flying pellets.

Luo Yan was still pretending to guard the restricted area, sitting cross-legged without moving, but a piece of black metal flashed out like a black light at an extremely fast speed.

It even stretched and unfolded crazily, and suddenly turned into a monstrous black curtain.

This is the sacred iron, absolutely indestructible, immune to all spells, and can only be controlled by spiritual power.

At this moment, it not only blocks out the sky and the sun, but is also as thin as a cicada's wing and as hard as a cliff. It directly pushes everything horizontally and slaps it in the air.

A large number of monks were caught off guard and were slapped into the range of the formation by the black wall.

"Devil! How dare you do this!"

"We didn't settle accounts with you, and let you sit here, how dare you make a sneak attack?"

The five elders of Lushan were furious and roared.

Ever since Yan Nu came out and started killing people, their thoughts were no longer on the devil.

After all, from their perspective, Xing Tian and Mo Dao are not the same person.
To be continued...