I am a sword fairy in the age of doom

Chapter 87 National Luck?

On the top of Fuyun Mountain, Jiang Mu stood there quietly, completely blending into the night.

He came back three days ago, but he didn't inform anyone, so he witnessed this scene.

He was very satisfied. Under his words and deeds, the disciples of the Floating Cloud Sect finally seemed to be responsible. From top to bottom, they did not shrink back. Even if there was fear and panic, they were willing to stand up to face it.

This is two words, which is easy to say but difficult to do.

If one person is responsible, ten people will be driven.

If a sect is responsible, it will drive tens of thousands of people.

There used to be hundreds of thousands of casual cultivators in the five counties of Shannan, like a mess of scattered sand. They used to do everything they could to plunder, conspire and murder, kill for treasure, ambush and follow.

Because of the harsh environment, they cannot survive without doing this.

The Floating Cloud Sect gave them enough benefits, so they only need to hunt monsters, collect herbs and minerals, and they can reap great benefits without paying too much, and then form a team to reap even greater benefits.

Under such circumstances, who would give up the future for immediate benefits?
Since the establishment of Fuyun Zongfang City, there have been as many as 54 low-level casual cultivators registered on the record. More than half a year has passed, and 670 nine people died at the mouth of monsters. They died of cannibalism Yes, there were only 760 people, and the murderer was either wanted or found, even if he fled to other places, he would never be able to set foot in the sphere of influence of the Floating Cloud Sect.

Guided by the interests of the Fuyun Sect and bound by rules, the low-level casual cultivators are undergoing a huge transformation.

Where there used to be a team, the team members have become more powerful and elite.

Once powerful and experienced, it was easy to win over a group of younger brothers.

Cooperation is the theme.

As long as you don't violate the rules of the Floating Cloud Sect, you only need to go to the southern border once a month, and you can earn spirit stones that you couldn't earn in the past year.

The extra time can be used for spiritual practice, healing, drinking, talking to a girl, and seeing the scenery.

It turns out that cultivating immortals can be so leisurely.

When people relax, their hostility toward the world will decrease.

So when they heard that millions of mortals in Chujiang County were affected by the disaster, they didn't mind to help. There was no grand reason, just for the sake of understanding.

But this time, the one who surprised Jiang Mu the most was the mortal who had been favored on the Yunhu Plain.

They used to be cowardly and small, like lambs, anyone could trample, slaughter and trample on them.

Even if you give them favors, you will panic and shrink back. You are still ready to be trampled and slaughtered anytime and anywhere, and you will never know how to resist.

But it turns out, just give them a chance.

Jiang Mu was very fortunate that he had borrowed the village head system of the Great Qin Dynasty more than two months ago, one village head per village and town, even the most down-and-out low-level casual cultivators could form a little organizational ability.

When Li Ying's order was issued, when ordinary people suddenly realized that they too could do things and help others, it felt different.

While taking responsibility, what is strong is also the heart.

In short, everything is fine, with the sect as the leader, the low-level casual cultivators as the main body, and ordinary people as the grassroots, working together for one thing, this is the best start.

"Ok?"

Jiang Mu's heart suddenly moved, and he seemed to feel that just now, with Fuyun Mountain as the main body, a completely different power was quietly generated, and it is still being generated continuously.

The fault is that his divine sense is strong, and he really can't sense it.

But this kind of power is really miraculous, it's like a kind of belief, a kind of will, very pure, but if you feel it deeply, you can even see the shadows of mortals and low-level casual cultivators from this power, They are like the scene of the blazing fire, one after another, all of them are united, and everyone only thinks about one thing, so this kind of power is formed.

It's just that this kind of power is looking for a carrier, and it still doesn't seem to be strong. It is estimated that it will all collapse by tomorrow morning at most.

But up and down Fuyun Mountain, where is there a suitable carrier?

Fuyunzong is the leader of this matter tonight, but it seems that it is not in line with its nature, so this kind of power is constantly circling on Fuyun Mountain, trying to merge but can't.

Jiang Mu sensed it, and suddenly his heart moved.

Take out the three flying swords on the door panel, liquefy and melt them into a guardian bell, and record the words he said in Mingzhi that day, because these words are now spread, and gradually many people recognize them, especially those disciples of the Fuyun Sect , Just now I thought I was going to die generously, but I actually recited these words as a strong wine.

Unsurprisingly, this kind of power is really related to faith, and the guardian bell began to attract more power to hover, but for some reason, it still couldn't contain it.

"Tolerance? Tolerance? I'm so stupid."

Jiang Mu suddenly realized that the guardian clock can only accommodate immortals, but at this moment the main body of this belief is mostly mortals.

Then there should be no distinction between each other.

When in the name of Wanmin, the bell means vigilance and protection, but it is not a carrier.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mu simply took out four more flying swords on the door panels, liquefied them all, and fused them into a big tripod, on which only three words were engraved.

Wanmin Ding.

When the burning is completed, even without guidance, the power of that belief flows into it like a tide, no longer dissipating, no longer dissociated.

Of course it can't be taken out.

But when Jiang Mu put down the Wanmin Ding, the moment it came into contact with the earth, the power of this belief actually aroused the energy of the earth veins, merged with each other, and turned into a brand new power, which was even more unbearable to others. But in the depths of the ground, it is woven into a large golden net, covering five hundred miles around Fuyun Mountain.

Jiang Mu watched quietly for a long time, as if realizing something.

"National Luck?"

In his previous life, Jiang Mu heard for the first time that the Great Qin Dynasty possessed the national destiny after the arrival of the Dharma-ending Era. It was also at that time that he heard that the five super sects opened the mountain gate and married the Great Qin Taizu. At that time, he did not know Yes, until now, he suddenly understood.

This is a new road, condensed with the will and belief of the people, it can kill ghosts and gods at the top, and destroy demons at the bottom.

Jiang Mu suddenly made a random move, and an old tree in the mountain flew over. With a random touch, a wooden sword was formed. Formed a temporary connection with the Wanmin Ding, the underground golden net can also be mobilized by the wooden sword.

When Jiang Mu pointed the wooden sword at himself, he didn't feel it, but when he pointed the wooden sword at the Nascent Soul monk sent by the Divine Sword Sect, the other party's expression suddenly changed, as if a catastrophe was imminent.

At this time, Jiang Mu only needs to say a seal, and all his cultivation bases and hundreds of years of penance will be erased by the golden net.

The prestige of the fate of the country is as bright as the thunder of the gods.

Jiang Mu put away the wooden sword, the shock in his heart was no less than that unlucky Xue Chao.

It turned out to be the case.

However, if he did that just now, I am afraid that all the national luck will be exhausted.

"The belief and will of millions of mortals can only seal off one Nascent Soul. This national destiny is not invincible until the spiritual energy is cut off."

"The will and belief of a million mortals can seal Yuanying, so at least 2000 million mortals' will and belief can seal and destroy Huashen, but in fact Yuanying and Huashen old monsters will not foolishly let the fate of the country condense."

"No wonder there have been billions of mortals in the world of cultivating immortals for tens of thousands of years, but there has never been a mortal dynasty. The two are inherently in conflict."

Thinking of this, Jiang Mu still felt that something was wrong.

so easy.

That's right, it's too easy for the national destiny to condense, it's like pushing a boat along the current, when it turns around, it's done all at once.

"Could it be related to the coming of the Dharma-ending era?"

The haze in Jiang Mu's heart suddenly increased, and his sense of urgency became stronger, because he was not sure whether the things he had done since his rebirth were good or bad. How to do?
Looking at the Wanmin Ding, Jiang Mu had a complicated expression on his face.

After a long time, he sealed this thing in the Zongmen's treasury, and took another look at the prairie fire on the east bank of the Qinjiang River. He knew that after this incident, the beliefs of these millions of mortals would change, unless they were immediately driven out of the floating clouds Five hundred miles away from the mountain, otherwise, under the subtle influence of the golden national fortune network underground, they will become more and more confident, wiser and braver.

Coupled with the various rules and laws of the Floating Cloud Sect, it only takes a few years for them to grow into a new force.

The stronger their faith and will, the stronger the power of the National Games Network will be.

Now these powers of the national destiny are still carried in the Wanmin Cauldron, but one day, the Wanmin Cauldron will be filled, and the power of the national destiny will overflow...

There is no longer any delay, the other three Demon Lords must be wiped out first.

But just as he was about to leave, he saw a figure sneaking up to Fuyun Mountain, it would be fine if it was someone else, but this is Fan Tian?

What is this teacher nephew doing here?

Confused in his heart, Jiang Mu quickly transformed into a figure, and with his spiritual thoughts swept away, Fan Tian came looking for the trace, and paid respects as soon as they met.

"Disciple pays respects to Master Uncle."

"Why are you here?" Jiang Mu remained impatient.

"Reporting to Master Uncle, a catastrophe is coming for this sect, and there is a danger of overthrow. This disciple has the courage to ask Master Uncle to return to the mountain to sit in command."

"What did you say?" Jiang Mu was taken aback, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.

"Uncle, because of the fact that the three major demon heads of the Demon Sect gave their heads some time ago, Tianxuanzong made an excuse, saying that my Divine Sword Sect fought in the Taining Sect of Dongzhou and injured countless mortals. Now the head of the Taining Sect is crying blood Ask Tianxuanzong to come forward to uphold justice, Tianxuanzong ordered our sect to open a spiritual energy channel to Qizhou, which is equivalent to sending at least [-]% of the spiritual energy in Nanzhou to Qizhou."

"Of course we categorically reject such a request, but because of this, our sect and Tianxuanzong are likely to go to war. Today, the fourth elder of Xuanzong, Yu Ran, has gone to the Shenhuazong of Xishu, and other envoys have gone to Taiyimen. Zong, the wolf's ambition is clearly revealed!"

(End of this chapter)