The dark clouds are stained with ink, and the light is gone for thousands of miles.

It is a drizzling rainy day.

Smack ~

Xia Chongyun carried a pale-faced middle-aged man running on the rugged mountain road with one pale face.

Behind the two, there were three burly men wearing uniforms of the Canglong Guard and a blood knife on their waists.

"Deputy Commander, there is a remaining farmhouse in the valley ahead. Should I go in and rest for a while?"

The Canglong Guard, who was exploring the way, turned back and looked at the burly middle-aged man who was deeply unconscious on Xia Chongyun's back, his eyes full of worry.

"Don't go into the village. If you are searched by those evil spirits, it will bring disaster to people in vain."

Xia Chongyun gritted his teeth and shook his head, looked at the hazy mountains and forests, and chose a road opposite to the village and ran away.

After a while, we got further and further away from the village.

Several people found a hidden cave and covered the traces. Then they used huge rocks to block the entrance of the cave, breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned tiredly on the cave wall to mobilize the blood and evaporated the yin and tide the yin and tide all over their bodies.

Cracky~

The fire rose, bringing some swaying light to the dark cave.

Under the fire, everyone's face was gloomy, their eyes were empty and their thoughts were unknown where they flew.

"Ahem..."

The pale face of the burly one-armed man who was unconscious by the fire suddenly flushed, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood, and gasped for difficulty.

"Grand Commander!"

Xia Chongyun woke up, looked at the situation, and hurriedly took out a bottle of medicine from his arms, shook out a few pills and gave the man a to take.

Huhu~

After the pill was taken, the man's condition improved a lot, and his breathing gradually became even.

Bang!

"asshole!!"

When a Canglong Guard saw this scene, he was not happy but angry, his eyes turned red, and he punched the hole wall with a fierce punch, blowing out a large hole.

"well……"

Xia Chongyun put away the medicine bottle, shook his head, but did not persuade him. Looking at the flashing flames, his eyes soon fell into a state of despair again and had a lot of thoughts.

It has been two months since the dark turmoil and the great humanitarian disaster.

That night, the border line collapsed, the Four Heavenly Kings died in battle, the White Emperor did not know the life and death, and the extreme martial arts practitioners were almost extinct.

The humanitarian sun that originally hung high in the south fell, demons danced, mourning everywhere, blood dyed every inch of land red, turning into the Avici Purgatory.

No one knows how many martial arts practitioners died that night, how many cities were destroyed, and how many civilians suffered.

But after the sun rises again, everyone knows one thing: the sky has changed!

The extremely martial arts practitioners, the Baidi, and the overlords who were familiar to Japan in the past, and the humanitarian giant cities have all become past styles, and the immortal Tao has replaced it and occupied the southern land.

A series of things that happened after this also proved this point one by one.

Five days after the dark and turmoil, the immortal realm of the immortal realm moved into the Baidi City, the holy land of the extreme Taoist land, and overwhelmed the entire Anyang Domain!

Ten days later.

The Immortal Sect Army drove straight into the sky, and the warships swept away the evil spirits and the remaining extreme martial arts practitioners, taking over the big cities that were once famous.

Half a month later.

The demons and evil spirits that were rampant in the southern land were basically eliminated. While the immortal way gathered the surviving mortals, the focus of the conquest began to shift to the remaining extreme forces.

Destroy withered and rotten, and it is like a broken bamboo!

These eight words can only be used to describe it.

Without the support of top combat power, no matter how many extreme martial arts practitioners face the attack of the immortal Tao, they are like ants under the feet of giants, and they have no way to form effective resistance.

Even the warriors of heavenly beings quickly disappeared like candlelight swaying in the darkness under the torrent.

One month later.

There is no extreme force with a scale of thousands in the southern land!

Only some scattered little fish were left in the surging craze, hiding in the uninhabited mountains and forests, surviving.

A month and a half later, Xiandao completely controlled the southern land and began to calm down to divide the big cake.

The extreme martial arts practitioners were labeled as the devil who was killed by the immortals!

What kind of great achievements have happened in the past, what kind of sins have happened after falling from the altar, and what kind of sins have happened after being defeated!

Is it important to what sin and what harm?

It’s just a decision for the ruler. You have to believe it, and you have to believe it even more if you don’t!

So, the devil-killing movement began.

Defeat all the white demon minions!

Burn all martial arts books!

Throw down all the Chongwu Temple Temple Temple!

He shouted the noble and noble slogans, and one by one, the passionate disciples of immortals were either single with swords or flocked to every land in the south in a thunderous manner.

One person practices martial arts, regardless of gender, age, and implicates the whole family!

His ancestors had Wu, confiscated all their property, executed publicly, and demoted them to inferior slaves!

If you deliberately hide the martial arts, no matter whether it is a village or a town, everyone will suffer. At the least, they will be demoted to a coolie, and at the worst, they will be forced to be liberated!

Half a month later!

Finally, what the remaining Jidao martial artists worried about the most happened

The people's hearts have changed!

From the initial resistance, even the desperate struggle, to the later walking zombies, numbness, silence, and gradually accepting the facts.

Survival or death?

Spiritual or material?

Facts have proved that Gao Wei is only a few people after all.

Whether it is immortal or martial arts.

In the final analysis, no matter who rules or what the rules are made, most ordinary people always want only the word "survival".

As long as they can eat a full meal, have a home and have a stable life, the sun shining in the sky will be as bright as the sky.

Who is sitting in that unattainable temple? Is it important?

There may be resistance and there will be different voices.

However, as the general trend is crushed, as time goes by, and as the rules are integrated into the every bit of life.

The immortal way doesn’t even need to be deliberately guided. Those voices of opposition, without the support of the earth-shaking ability, will disappear.

This is indeed not wrong.

One percent...twenty percent...thirty percent...thirty percent...five percent...

As time goes by, more people choose to integrate into the rules and follow the general trend.

Brand new temples of prayer rose from the ground, the people walked into the temple, and erected statues of strange immortal gods distributed uniformly at home.

In addition to the collective praise and prayer set by the Immortal Temple.

Day and night, regardless of food, clothing, housing and transportation, cultivation of creation, everything moves everything.

Before and after that, everyone must pray sincerely, be grateful, pray for blessings, and contribute pure vows.

If the monthly contribution of the wish does not meet the standard, I'm sorry, forcibly brainwashed!

Send it to the Pure Vow Rooms established in various places. Every day, besides eating, drinking, defecation and almost no rest time, your life is only about praying and praying.

Can't stand it, die.

It doesn’t matter. If you roll a straw mat, you don’t need to be buried in the soil. You will be directly stolen and you will be buried in the funeral on the same day. Your death is like the weeds on the roadside and will not cause any turmoil.

As for the currency traded, it also changed from gold, silver, copper and iron to the source beads produced by the statue of the god after praying.

This source power bead is naturally a chicken rib product that is irrelevant after removing the pure source power. The more purity and the different colors, the higher the value, the higher the value.

When encountering evil and evil attacks, there is no need to report Canglong Guard as before. Instead, go to the local immortal temple, contribute a certain amount of wishing beads, reviving the immortal generals and puppets in the temple, or guarding immortal disciples.

If the power of the wish is not enough, the immortal general cannot be revived, and he is in a remote area guarded by Wuxian. I’m sorry, I blame you for being dishonest and deserve to die.

Facts have proved that human potential and adaptability are extremely powerful.

Xiandao originally thought that these "outsiders" in the southern land would definitely take a lot of time to adapt to the rules set by Xiandao.

But I never thought that in just two months, the noise in various places had basically subsided.

In order to make the Wanli Pearl, some people have begun to independently reveal where the Jidao martial arts cultivator is hidden, who has had Canglong Guard, and whose ancestors have had a Jidao master.

To this day, not only 90% of the civilians who surrender to the path of immortality and integrate into the rules have definitely exceeded 80%.

In most places, the extreme martial arts practitioners have even become rats crossing the street that everyone calls for and beats, and have been labeled as "demon" that represents disasters and misfortunes, making people afraid of talking and avoiding it.

Perhaps, when the night is late, they will feel guilty and miss the free life of working from sunrise, resting from sunset, and laughing.

However, every living person understands that those things are already smoke and dust in the wind, mirrors, water and moon, and water is hard to return.

Just think... I had a dream.
To be continued...