The Witch and Ghost Sect is a major religion that is powerful in the southwest.

Their practice is mainly based on talisman art and also has martial arts to cultivate oneself.

Talismans and martial arts complement each other, making the martial arts of the Witch and Ghost Sect a unique and powerful place.

In the southwest, many toasts are affiliated with the Witch and Ghost Sect.

The chieftains in the Ming Dynasty continued to rebel, and behind them were the figures of the Witch and Ghost Sect.

Unexpectedly, the Witch and Ghost Sect actually had a grudge against the Blood Sect.

Nowadays, the so-called gods mentioned by these refugees are afraid that they are people from the Witch and Ghost Sect.

The Witch and Ghost Sect pretends to be a god and deceives refugees. What they want is not just a little bit of believers.

Whether it is the Witch and Ghost Sect in the southwest, the Shaman Sect in the north, or the Zen Sect that directly conflicted, Yan Jiu was very careful.

I don’t care about their power. I want to understand the limits of ancient warriors on Earth.

According to what Gong Yang Zhen said, if the ancient martial artists on earth reach the level of a master's cultivation, it will be equivalent to the realm of absorbing their own energy.

Of course, the more reason why Yan Jiu can barely kill a warrior who has forcibly upgraded to the master level like Modo is his physical body.

The Blood Transformation and Body Refining Technique is simply a model of magical success.

Yan Jiu deeply understood that if a martial artist like a fairy world was invincible, he would be defeated when he met the martial arts master on earth.

If you want to be comparable to a master, you need to at least practice to the sea realm.

"Let's go, follow and see what the hell is doing in these Witch and Ghost Sect people." Yan Jiu said softly, and the man had turned into a phantom and followed.

The Ram really didn't hesitate.

One in front and the other behind, the two quickly approached the refugees who held the war horses.

Deep in the jungle, Yan Jiu's spiritual consciousness swept across, and many people had already gathered.

After walking a few more steps, I saw the fire.

Around the fire, skinny refugees sat around.

In the middle, a middle-aged man in the robe was bewitching: "... Locust plagues, droughts, and continuous. These are all caused by loss of virtue. The so-called fairness of heaven, those with virtue live in it, and those without virtue lose it, which is probably the case."

Most of the refugees around are in the Shaanxi-Gansu area.

The people there have been strong since ancient times, and most peasant uprising troops in the late Ming Dynasty came out of that place.

The middle-aged man in the robe spoke fiercely, and every word was touched with a strong touch, touching the deepest point in the hearts of the refugees.

"As long as you envelop the Witch God, all this can be solved." The man in the robe said confidently.

"Long live the witch god."

I don't know who shouted in the crowd.

Immediately someone shouted, "Long live the Witch God."

For a moment, deep in the jungle, the sound of long live was endless.

Yan Jiu and Gong Yang Zhen hid in the tree and looked at the foolish people below, and couldn't help but shake their heads slightly.

Since ancient times, the world has been in chaos, and the shadow of various forces is indispensable.

The seniors have the means of the seniors, while the lowers generally promote superstition to win over the hearts of the people.

Although Yan Jiu is a monk, he knows that immortal fate is achieved through himself and is definitely not something that he believes in.

The power of faith is just a path to cultivation.

"It seems that the witch god of the Witch Ghost Sect has found a path to cultivate immortality." Yan Jiu sneered at the corner of his mouth: "It's just that this path is not a great way."

The cheers of the people below became more and more intense.

Suddenly a sneer rang out from mid-air.

With the sneering sound, figures jumped out of the woods.

"What is the Witch God of the Witch Ghost Sect? Could it be that everyone else has forgotten my lifeless mother of the White Lotus Sect?"

"Red lotus, white lotus root, let me go to the world."

With the chaotic sounds, a figure came from afar.

The man was wasting his way through the air, crossing a distance of nearly a foot. With the sound of breaking through the air, he fell directly on the middle-aged man in the robe.

"Who dares to compete with the Witch God of the Witch Ghost Sect?" said the middle-aged man with a robe with a harsh look on his face.

"Bang!"

The figure coming from the sky fell to the ground, but it was just a boy in his twenties.

He grabbed the wrist of the middle-aged man in the robe, snorted coldly and said, "The Southwest Witch and Ghost Sect dares to interfere in the affairs of the Central Plains. He is looking for death."

Following his words, the palm force directly snapped the middle-aged man's arm.

The middle-aged man cried and howled.

"Young hero, please spare me. I'm just hired by the witch and ghost sect. Please let me go..."

The middle-aged man shouted loudly, and the refugees around him were surprised.

The boy looked disdainful and reached out to pat the middle-aged man on the forehead.

The middle-aged man's eyes were instantly straightened, his body was stiff, and he fell to the ground straight, obviously dead.

"Did you see? The Witch and Ghost Sect is just looking for someone to deceive you. If you want to escape from the sea of ​​suffering, you can only follow the White Lotus Sect and believe in the old mother without birth." The young man shouted with his remaining power.

The refugees were slightly stunned. After a while, someone knelt down and said, "Long live the mother of Wusheng."

Some people take the lead, and some people follow.

Following the crowd has always been a fine tradition of mankind.

The refugees who had just returned to the mountain to call the witch god of the Witch Ghost Sect, all knelt down and shouted long live the old mother Wusheng.

Looking at that state, it is even more pious than before.

"The White Lotus Sect has a porridge shed behind the mountain, so you can follow them willingly." The young man from the White Lotus Sect pointed at the White Lotus Sect behind him.

All the refugees immediately followed.

In these days, those who have stuttering are better than anything else.

I saw several people from the White Lotus Sect taking refugees away.

The young man and several masters of the White Lotus Sect did not leave.

The middle-aged man, who was originally dead, twisted his body on the ground and came alive.

Yan Jiu's spiritual consciousness locked everyone present and knew that this guy was not dead.

But Yang Zhen didn't see it, and there was surprise in her eyes.

The middle-aged man got up from the ground, pulled down his broken hand and threw it on the ground.

It turned out to be a fake arm.

"I deceived you again. Unexpectedly, the Witch and Ghost Sect actually reached out to these refugees." The middle-aged man said.

"Hmph, if you want the world, you naturally cannot do without these foolish people. Without them, do you still want you and me to fight?" the young man snorted coldly.

"What I said is, what I said is." The middle-aged man was extremely respectful to the teenager.

The young man waved his hand and felt like he was giving guidance to the world. He said proudly: "Before the Xingyang Martial Arts Conference on March 15th, we must strive for more refugees. At that time, we will be the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance and command the world's martial arts. Why worry about the big thing going on?"

"Young Master is right, right." The middle-aged man responded with a flattering smile.

The young man nodded with satisfaction and said, "Wusheng's mother may be here in person when the Xingyang Martial Arts Conference. At that time, rewards will be made according to merit. If you work hard, maybe my mother will fall in love with you."

The middle-aged man shook excitedly, and kowtowed and thanked him when he kowtowed.

It seems that the favor of Wusheng Lao Mother is a great thing.

"Xingyang Martial Arts Conference? Martial Arts Alliance?"

Yan Jiu asked in his heart and looked at Gong Yang Zhen.

Gongyang Zhen Chuan said: "I know some of this martial arts association, which belongs to the lower nine sects. Generally, Wudang Daotong, Xinmen Wang Family, and royal family Zhu Family will not participate."
Chapter completed!