The Lord of the Laws of Heaven

Chapter 232: Witch Cult

Xiao Jun broke through the void and appeared on a beach.

His thoughts were elusive and he began to rapidly sense and search everything around him.

"I am currently on an island."

Looking at the few natives standing there, Xiao Jun no longer had any ideas.

Then, his thoughts scattered in an instant, his figure disappeared, and he began to dive into the surrounding void, searching the sky and the earth, hiding in the void.

His thoughts raced, and with the reference of the sea chart, Xiao Jun soon had a thorough search of the surrounding terrain.

They continued to advance inward and soon arrived at an island.

"Ok?"

Xiao Jun saw a creature that looked like a yaksha, with a pitch-black body and scales made of black gold. Its fangs were exposed and its eyes were blood-red. It looked extremely ferocious and ugly.

There are flesh wings on the back, which allow it to fly in the air.

Xiao Jun sensed it with his mind, and there was endless wisdom turning in his thoughts, and even the computing power of Ganges sand in an instant.

"Heavenly Corpse?"

Xiao Jun calculated carefully, taking all the mysteries under his control and deducing the mysteries of the soul.

The so-called celestial corpse is more like a kind of life, but it is an extremely twisted life with an extremely twisted soul inside.

Relying on the various data in the celestial corpse, Xiao Jun began to deduce the methods of the cultivators.

"The way of ghosts? The way of refining corpses?"

Inspiration continued to burst out from within his mind, constructing the Netherworld Soul Path belonging to this world and conducting rapid analysis, which became the nourishment for Xiao Jun's own Netherworld Soul Path.

Xiao Jun finished deciphering the celestial corpse in a few breaths, and then looked at where it needed to go.

The celestial corpse grew fleshy wings on its back and began to fly. After about two hours, Xiao Jun saw a coastline, which was a continent.

But the celestial corpse continued to fly, and suddenly passed through a mountain wall and disappeared.

"Such a fantasy created by such a strong Yang energy, covering such a vast area!"

Xiao Jun continued to escape into it, passing through the illusion, and what appeared in front of Xiao Jun was a vast and magnificent plain.

There are connected altars and houses, fields, and cities inside, just like a provincial territory.

"What a great place, what a great place!" Xiao Jun saw this place, made a simple analysis, and found that this was indeed a paradise. The temperature here could be said to be like spring all year round, and the land could even produce oil and water!
There are many natives inside, and some of them are wearing this armor.

After a quick calculation, I found that many slaves were working hard in the fields, and some Taoist priests wearing silk robes were managing these slaves.

Continuing to observe deeper, we saw dilapidated houses and sewage everywhere, the roads were twisted and messy, and there was no urban planning at all.

Those natives were dressed in rags, with no spiritual light in their eyes and only pure numbness in their hearts.

Even the ignorant natives of the mountains, even the livestock and animals, had a spark of life in their eyes, but these natives had none of it. This was due to the long years of slavery that had completely wiped out any spark of life in their hearts.

The walking dead, this is the concrete embodiment of the walking dead. They don’t know why they live, nor do they know why they don’t die.

Xiao Jun saw these lifeless natives...these natives were still human beings after all, and Xiao Jun sighed in his heart.

When it comes to self-cultivation of spiritual will, I like that kind of uplifting spirit the most. When my thoughts wander in the Tianzhou of the Middle-earth, even though the governance of the Daqian Kingdom of the Middle-earth can be described as extremely backward, and the world seems peaceful on the surface, it is actually raging in secret.

Countless aristocratic families were constantly eating away at the land of the Middle Kingdom. In Nanzhou, I saw countless parents suffering immensely, selling their children under coercion and inducement.

Xiao Jun could only rely on his Taoist magic to punish a few bullies, but facing the vast Middle Earth of billions of people, would killing a few villains be enough? It was completely useless. It was the problem of this era. It was the era that was eating people.

Even if those evil people are killed, the era will choose someone to replace them! Unless this era is modified.

In such a terrifying era, among countries like Daqian, Yunmeng, Yuantu and Shenfeng, the Daqian Dynasty actually did the best and was already the most civilized country!
As long as others are worse than you, you are better than them!

This wild land is a land where you can easily squeeze out oil and water. Just sow seeds and you will get an extremely abundant harvest.

Yet, the place was incredibly dead and stagnant. Even in a place as terrifying as Daqian, Xiao Jun could still sense the uplifting spirit of the people. But here, Xiao Jun couldn't sense any of the human race's inherent spirituality, not a single trace of spirit. This made Xiao Jun shake his head.

"The Witch Cult is planning to build a kingdom, but in doing so, it's just like kneading a lump of mud to create something."

"Manghuang is a continent overseas. If it is well developed, it can definitely become an extremely powerful country!"

My mind continued to explore, and soon, I discovered a magnificent city, built of stacked bluestone blocks. Ancient statues stood on top. I could sense the thick resentment and bloody aura of life and death through my mind.

"Tianwu City?" The construction of Tianwu City resulted in the killing of hundreds of thousands of people as blood sacrifices. The Yin energy within it solidified and could not dissipate. Ordinary Taoist practitioners could not escape from the vicinity of Tianwu City, otherwise the Yin energy would pollute their souls. At best, their cultivation would regress, and at worst, their souls would be shattered.

But it is of no use to ghost immortal-level cultivators. Generally, as long as the soul does not hit the wall, it is completely useless.

Xiao Jun watched the celestial corpse fly into Tianwu City.

Around Tianwu City, hidden in the void, he continued to perceive.

Within Tianwu City.

There were four thin, dark Taoist priests in black clothes, with wind-dried bodies. Surrounding them were majestic figures like gods, with golden scales all over their bodies, crowns growing on their heads, and golden wings appearing behind them.

These god-like beings are like emperors wearing dragon robes, and the golden wings behind them add to their mysterious majesty.

"Did the Heavenly Corpse undergo further transformation and become the Corpse King?"

And on the back of a dark and thin Taoist priest, there was a huge bag.

The pocket exuded an extremely powerful pure yang force, which Xiao Jun sensed sharply.

Xiao Jun sensed this pure yang power during the fifth level of thunder tribulation. It was the masculine energy of a human immortal.

"Qiankun cloth bag?"

The four skinny Taoist priests in black were sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, concentrating their thoughts, as if they were trying to condense a demon lord and practicing Taoist magic.

In a room on the other side of Tianwu City, there was a man with hair residue and the monk's scars on his hair, indicating that he was a monk.

Xiao Jun saw the monk's spirit rising up like a smoke screen.

He was wearing a black gold robe and looked to be in his forties or fifties.

At this moment, the monk was sitting cross-legged in a quiet room, in front of him was a sculpted Buddha statue made of stone.

The monk was sitting cross-legged in front of the stone Buddha statue, seemingly chanting scriptures with his eyes closed.

This monk possesses such a strong vital energy. From the perspective of thoughts, the powerful energy and blood are like a huge red flame.

Once an ordinary soul approaches this monk, it will be directly evaporated by this powerful energy and blood. However, in front of Xiao Jun, this energy and blood and the will within it are still quite ordinary.

"Monk Jingren? He was originally a monk of the Great Zen Temple, but he actually collaborated with witches and ghosts to kill living beings." Xiao Jun did not want to say more, because Jingren might have been completely desperate.

But he gave the Qiankun Bag to the Wugui Cult, even though it could only be opened by Taoist practitioners and was useless in the hands of a Jingren. But giving the Qiankun Bag to the leader of the Wugui Cult, wasn't that simply aiding and abetting evil?

Then he looked at some of the disciples in Tianwu City. Some of them had cultivated to the level of manifesting and possessing spirits.

In the area next to the big monk's room, there were also some people who were practicing countless extremely powerful moves. Xiao Jun could see some Buddhist artistic conception. These should be the disciples of Monk Jingren in this place.

Xiao Jun had just spied on the Wugui Cult's sect leader's cultivation process. Wisdom flashed in his eyes, and he used his wisdom to deduce the Taoist understanding in his mind. With just one glance, he understood most of it.

"There is an unparalleled brutality and destructive will within it, is this the will of the Demon Lord?" Xiao Jun knew that this was someone from the Witch and Ghost Cult who had misinterpreted the scriptures and changed the Taoist art of supreme fighting into an evil art. However, even if it was changed into an evil art, it could still serve as a reference for Xiao Jun and fill in his database of Taoist arts.

"This group of people from the Witch and Ghost Cult... we have to think of a way to eliminate them in an instant!" Xiao Jun's mind was running, and he activated his computing power to deduce the mysteries of Taoism, preparing to eliminate these guys from the Witch and Ghost Cult in an instant.

Just when Xiao Jun was thinking about how to destroy the Witch and Ghost Cult directly.

At this moment, Monk Jingren suddenly opened his eyes: "Is something going to happen? It feels like a storm is coming."

Martial artists at the Martial Saint level have the ability to suddenly have supernatural powers and are able to have a keen sense of danger.

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