New World, Demonic Continent.

The sky here is always gray, and the sky is repeatedly shrouded in a layer of fog, the sun cannot be seen, and it is dim.

On the edge of a gray-black forest on the earth, there were several figures walking around.

Suddenly, one of the figures blew the horn in his hand, and the invisible sound waves spread in all directions with him as the center. In the depths of the forest, people who opened up a square of farmland began to quickly harvest food that had not yet been fully mature.

These people are men and women, old and young. In addition to the children, there is a hint of innocence, most of the children have a very numb expression, as if they only have the instinct to survive.

They quickly put the food into various cloth bags, squeezed into a carriage in an orderly manner, and retreated towards the hole behind them. They were skillful in their movements as if they had repeated hundreds or thousands of times.

The few figures standing on the edge of the forest first jumped onto a motor vehicle, then cut their arteries open, and blood kept flowing out. They started the motor vehicle, but did not drive inside the forest, but ran in another direction.

Thousands of deformed monsters appeared on the horizon in the distance, some of their eyes were embellished like blood, radiating a terrifying glow; some of their tongues were hanging on their chests, and corrosive liquid spilled; some of their stomachs were bulging like buckets, and countless people were covered in their stomachs.

Some of the monsters with sensitive sense of smell smelled the blood and ran wildly in one direction, disrupting the originally rhythmic Mercedes-Benz rhythm of the monsters. A large number of tramplings occurred, and the irrational monsters began to attack each other. Some monsters left the large army and chased towards the blood-filled car.

"Captain! I heard... they caught up with me! We are not in vain! Right..." Among the figures of several people sitting in the machine car, a boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old looked at the middle-aged man who barely drove the machine car, murmured in a low voice, his voice became lighter and lighter, and finally it was so vague that it was already hard to hear.

"Yes! We won't die of dying!" The middle-aged man's lips were also slightly white due to excessive blood loss. After starting the self-destruction program of the machine vehicle, he sat next to the boy and touched his head and said: "We are all heroes. The machine vehicle is specially made. After the energy-saving seal script is detonated, it will be enough to kill many monsters and let more people live. Our souls will return to the fairyland and enjoy peace forever."

After saying that, the middle-aged man looked at the boy and found that he had already died. He was stunned for a moment. He looked around and found that he was the only one of his fellow travelers. He laughed in a low voice: "Is it only me left? It's okay! He died early and he doesn't have to bear too much pain."

"Ao!" At the same time, a monster with the fastest speed rushed to the front of the machine car. It bit the machine car and overturned it to the ground. Then one monster after another rushed up. Then with a "boom", a red light rose from the center of the monster. Within a radius of dozens of meters, all monsters were blown into pieces. The monsters rushing up from behind were stained with flesh and blood, and their eyes were red.

They are crazy about ingesting flesh and blood, and then targeting their surrounding companions.

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Deep in the forest, in a cave, dozens of monks surrounded a glass mirror. Several old monks looked at the disappearing red dots on the mirror and bowed to the lord beside them, saying, "All the thirty-two heroic soul squads have returned to the fairyland. Each team has a medicine man who grew up swallowing medicine. Their blood is fatal to the middle and lower-level monsters who do not have much intelligence. According to the past situation, it should be able to attract two to three percent of the monsters."

"Yeah!" The lord with a cold face nodded, looked at the mirror, and then said silently: "Aqi, wait for you to go to the Hero Soul Hall and carve their names in it!"

"Yes!" A young monk stepped forward to take the order.

The lord pointed and spoke to the many monks below: "Everyone, come out with me to fight the enemy!"

After saying that, he took the lead and walked out. Except for the monks who needed to carve their names, all monks left the cave with the lord. The monks named Aqi walked to another cave. There were some simple buildings, and there were huge stone tablets in the center. Most of these stone tablets were divided into seven sides, and many of them were engraved with names. Aqi walked to one stone tablet and slowly carved the names one by one.

Suddenly, a faint wave of vitality appeared behind Aqi. His expression changed slightly. When he turned around and saw a person emitting the aura of monsters all over his body appear behind him.

"You!" Before Aqi could speak, Yuan Qingwei, who had arrived here, had already taken action first.

The power of the polluted Spiritual House of Jile emerged, and as Yuan Qingwei pressed down his palm, he easily knocked Aqi out of nowhere. Then the stone tablets in the entire Hero Soul Hall burst into light and came to oppress Yuan Qingwei.

"Divine Realm?" Yuan Qingwei looked at the oppressed light, a little strange. He instinctively wanted to resist, but was surprised to find that the prototype of this divine realm was actually related to him.

‘No! It’s not related to me! It’s related to Wuming!’ Yuan Qingwei carefully sensed it and found that the basic belief of this prototype of the divine realm should be the Wuming Taoist who was back then.

Even deep in this Hero Soul Hall, there should be something left by the Wuming Taoist people back then. Only then can these incense and vows be connected with the self who inherited the Wuming Taoist tradition.

After realizing this, Yuan Qingwei immediately changed his original plan. He directly pulled the Jile Spirit House over, and then used some breath left by the Wuming Taoist as a pull, and while isolating his own spiritual world aura, he continued to merge with the prototype of the surrounding divine realm.

The resistance of this prototype of the divine realm was just a nearly instinctive action towards the breath of the spiritual realm. When it lost its sense of the breath of the spiritual realm, it touched the Pure Land Spirit House full of the aura of the nameless Taoist people.

Immediately put aside my target on Yuan Qingwei and began to absorb some important essences of the fall of the Spirit House of Jile. While improving myself, I was also constantly seizing sovereignty by the Nine Sky Golden Scarf in the Spirit House of Jile.

About a quarter of an hour passed, the Hero Soul Hall, which condensed the prototype of the divine realm, completely fell into Yuan Qingwei's control. Then he immediately activated the surging incense power here to erode his own spiritual aura.

The composition of the Hero Soul Palace, except for the unnamed Taoist beliefs as the foundation, is mostly praying for monsters. The aura of the spiritual world is extremely similar to that of the monsters. As the power of the wish falls, the aura of the spiritual world on Yuan Qingwei is gradually deprived of it.

Yuan Qingwei, who used the power of wishes to cleanse himself, also noticed the constant sound of prayers in the cave in the forest.

"Pray for the immortals and gods to bless my children to come back this time."

"The sacred living in the fairyland, please bless us to survive this disaster..."
Chapter completed!