Cultivating Immortality: Start by burying corpses in a border town and become proficient!

As the distance was getting closer, Du En quickly returned to the central camp.

At this time, there were noises of riots and screams coming from far ahead.

And, the sound of crying that could not be covered.

"Woo woo woo..."

"Woo woo woo..."

The sound of crying was endless, lingering around, and even the riots and screams were made very inconspicuous.

"Mad man! Mad man! You guys, ah!"

"How dare you! How dare you! For the Mother of the Spirit, for the Holy Master, don't even think about it..."

"Offending the Holy Land, defiling the Holy Place, ah ah ah! You damned, you are just dirty termites who can survive by greedily absorbing the glory of the Mother of the Spirit, ah..."

Panic, anger, and madness.

The people in the central camp shouted all kinds of things, their emotions were extremely crazy and hysterical, but in the end most of them were replaced by screams and stopped abruptly.

Dead!

Du En had already stepped on the ground and came to the outside of the central camp.

Only to see that the central cavity was in chaos, people were killing each other, countless blood was shed, many lives were withered, and everyone's face was filled with extreme emotions.

Madness, anger, despair, sadness... In a trance, it seemed as if the collapse of Moju City was repeated again. Even if you choose to escape from the city, you can't escape this disaster rooted in the root!

But, he saw at a glance that there was actually a fundamental difference between them!

"Woo woo woo..."

"Woo woo woo..."

"Are you also a pitiful person? If so, then cry, mourn the past deaths, and celebrate the new beginning now!"

Those who were the most eye-catching and full of mourning and sadness quickly noticed the existence of Du En, as if they had been waiting for him for a long time, and killed all the thousands of people who were forced here, regardless of age.

But at the same time, they were also full of old and young, and they gathered around at this moment, crying continuously, but extended their kind hands to Du En.

Ignoring the blood on their hands, they think they are kind, and with new hope for the future, they are willing to share with people outside the central camp, because they also think they are the same kind of people.

"This warm fire, that abundant product, the arrogant fools who used to be high above us and treated us like pigs and dogs, now it's time to settle accounts and change the world!"

"That's right! Kings, princes, generals, are there any kind of people!"

"Down with the Queguang religion, destroy all the superiors, and the underworld belongs to us!"

These people are full of hope and are not afraid of sacrifice at all. In the fight just now, many people actually relied on their passion, and now they are covered with wounds and blood.

There is light in the eyes, but no pain in the body.

Just...

"Woo woo woo..."

"Woo woo woo..."

The crying sound is endless, revealing a strange noise, like some kind of infectious disease, raging wildly among these people, as if some kind of consistency in themselves is being stimulated, and then a terrible infection occurs, making them all fall into a state of madness.

Crazy, crazy, it's possessed!

Even if the immortal cultivators are no longer subject to the calamity of heaven and earth, their inner demons are still unbreakable. It is the turbulence of the heart of Taoism and the collapse of the pursuit.

Once they cannot overcome it, they will be possessed by the devil!

"However, among the immortal cultivators under the rule of the immortal sect, apart from those at the bottom, nine out of ten who have a little bit of leeway have distorted ideas, and it is impossible for them to be possessed by the devil, because they are not right from the root."

"And here, that kind of living environment, plus the artificial division of classes, no, it is almost the same in Mo Ju City in Datong. This is the disadvantage brought by that kind of Taoism. If one person is possessed by the devil, as long as he is the leader, then it will soon spread to the entire group."

Just like the blood demon incident at the beginning!

In this way, the great cultivator of the Blood Demon Saint Sect, who studied the secret method of the blood system, was not actually to cover the group of group cultivators, but to try to find out the foundation of the connection between Taoism and law in them, but failed in the end, or it can be said that it was True Lord Huiqing who made him fail.

Even more, it provides further resources for the current scene, easily creating a scene of mass possession, and easily replacing the old demons with new demons!

"Demon of Sorrow! Demon of Sorrow!"

"The savior we are waiting for!"

"Mourn the past death of sadness, and cry with joy for the new life now!"

"Woo woo woo..."

"Woo woo woo..."

In front of Du En, there was twisted madness, blood-stained hands stretched out, crying non-stop, but smiling, and people with no reason in their eyes, just wanting to embrace him, a "fellow comrade", in their arms.

Then, it was empty!

He moved in space and came directly to the headquarters of the Queguang Religion.

The ground was full of corpses and blood!

The Crusaders and priests were all slaughtered, and the terrifying great magic power lingered here. Unlike the followers of the Demon of Sorrow who were fighting outside, there was only pure crying in the vibration of spiritual energy here, as if the world was overturned and everything was lost.

Boom!

There was a terrifying vibration on the back of the surface space.

Du En took another step and came to the sacrificial field where Luo Heng, the leader, was.

He had already been defeated and was extremely miserable, like a bloody man. He had just been blasted out of the back of the surface. A sword was hanging on his neck. A young man with tears running out of his eyes and an expressionless face, like a dead body, was wearing away the last barrier of his mana. He was only one breath away from killing him.

The demon's power was overwhelming, and the sorrow was endless!

The demon of sorrow! The demon of sorrow!

The great sorrow was silent, the great sorrow demon!

"Chang Lingfeng..."

Hearing his name, he suddenly turned his head, with a terrifying threat, carrying the magic power, and rushed directly like a tsunami. If not restrained and stopped, it would spread, and half of the entire central camp and the large central cavity would be directly Total destruction!

This is also the reason why great monks in the transformation stage often do not fight head-on on the surface, because their every move can already change the terrain and celestial phenomena of an area!

Fortunately, the person he was facing now was Du En, who was also a great monk. He had both the coercion of the soul and the power of magic, and he immediately blocked the monstrous demonic power like a flood dam!

Only half of the Queguang Sect's base camp was destroyed.

"Hehehe..."

"Woooooooo..."

"You're here, you showed up, it was just in time..."

The faint voice, the distorted neighing, the crazy hatred, and the burst of spiritual energy crying in the air made Chang Lingfeng's frozen face look extremely ferocious at this moment.

To directly abandon the completely defeated Que Guang Cult Leader would make Du En, who was with him, end up with the same fate.

Staring at such a possessed opponent, Du En did not argue, because his words were meaningless, so he was just preparing an offensive.

The battle between the two is about to break out!

"Ahhhh..."

Chang Lingfeng screamed and howled, stumbling and running, then tripped, rolled in a panic, and fell into an underground river with a thud.

After escaping from the Buddha's Hell, he was already on the verge of collapse. He just ran around aimlessly, shouting without hoarseness. His tears seemed to have dried up, and he seemed to have completely merged into the river, leaving him with nothing at all. Struggling, only feeling the suffocation emerge, sinking down little by little.

Heartbroken!

So you will be drowned, and you will be drowned on your own initiative. As long as you die, you will be free!

As long as they die, they can be reunited again!

Friends, wives, family... can they be reunited in the other side of the afterlife, in the happy paradise? Can everything start over again?

Chang Lingfeng wanted to make himself believe, indulge, and convert, but no matter what he did, even if he was about to die, he always had a clear understanding in his mind.

Impossible!

That's just a lie!

There is no such happy afterlife!

He had never hated his own sanity so much as he did now.

Because even if it reaches this point, the mind has not completely collapsed, and it can still have such a discerning ability!

Hatred, regret, and pain are intertwined, gnawing at the broken heart.

He sinks into darkness, he approaches death, and he dwells on the past.

The eyes with hazy vision opened wide and looked above the water.

There is no light there, there is no hope, it is even darker!

In the trance, there seemed to be a voice ringing in my ears.

"It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that there are six heavens of desire, namely the heaven of the four kings, the heaven of Traitors, the heaven of Sumeru, the heaven of Tusita, the heaven of transformation and happiness, and the heaven of other transformations. If you ascend these six heavens, you can obtain the supreme bliss and get close to Sumeru Buddha. earth……"

Suddenly hearing these words, in the cold deep water, Chang Lingfeng, who had accepted death, suddenly felt a deep and terrifying emotion flow out of his heart!

hatred!

Hate hate hate!

"Buddha, Buddha, Buddha Buddha Buddha Buddha..."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Buddha's six days, hahahahaha! I want them to bleed and weep endlessly!!!!"

Deep and ferocious tears were engraved, and the underground river was rioting wildly. Its name was sorrow, and its quality was extremely pure. It was brewed by turning the life of spiritual veins. There was no end in sight, and the specific weight could not be weighed. At this time, it all poured into his body. middle.

breakthrough!

breakthrough!

breakthrough!

At the end of the Bei River, there is a book of scripture flowing out across time and space.

"Six Heavens of Sorrowful Demons"

Chang Lingfeng raised his hand and took it. When he touched it, the river water evaporated and his hatred burned. He refined it into a sword, which was the Demonic Sword of Life.

Six Heavens Sorrow Demon Sword!

"ah!!!"

Looking up to the sky and roaring, the demonic power bursts out.

The spiritual energy trembled and was terrifying, and it was tearing and sobbing in confusion.

"Woooooooo..."

"Woooooooo..."

Amidst the endless crying, Chang Lingfeng moved with steps, his face was like dead flesh, and the tears had dried and etched his face.

He wants to make everything, whether overt or covert, cause people like him to be miserable and cry bitterly!

Hatred and madness spread, and man-made misery spread again.

The instigator is high in the sky, fueling the fire in the dark, watching him take action with a smile.

Chang Lingfeng moved forward all the way, stepping on the space and carrying clouds of sadness. He should have gone straight ahead, first to the Buddha's land and then to the central camp.

However, he is still himself after all. Even if he is deeply possessed and hopeless, he is not a person who can be completely distorted.

This is his true tone!

So, while walking on the road, he suddenly changed his pace and chose to follow the sorrow and sorrow in his heart, and finally returned to his hometown camp.

Seeing his return, the villagers felt uneasy and looked at him in incomprehensible awe at such a terrifying figure, and were frightened by the incessant wails and sobs.

"Ah, Ah Feng, what's going on? Where are the other people?"

Someone asked boldly and tremblingly.

"All dead."

Chang Lingfeng spoke bluntly.

Everyone felt sad for a moment.

Looking at this sad scene, Chang Lingfeng remained silent, and only used the voice containing terrifying magic power to ring in their ears: "Since we can never get rid of the darkness, then instead of rejecting it, we might as well choose to embrace it. Since we now feel extremely sad and grief-stricken about the past, then instead of letting it continue to happen, we might as well choose to change this underground!"

"Mourn the past death, and cry with joy for the new life now!"

"Come with me! Follow me! Go and eradicate all the pain and sadness!"

"Just to make people in the future no longer cry..."

Chang Lingfeng's thoughts became smoother and smoother, and his evil thoughts and obsessions seemed to be fully formed, eradicating all the wrong ways of pretending to cry and creating a brand new and happy future!

The elders and villagers were stunned at first, and then they couldn't help but recall the past suffering and helplessness.

It was like pressing a start button, and the infection that spontaneously flowed from the source to the bottom was achieved in a blink of an eye.

Woo woo woo...

People cried out.

The devilish nature emerged.

One person spreads the word to ten people, ten people spread the word to a hundred people!

Instantly, everyone reached a consensus!

The newly born demons, whether old or young, women or children, all raised their weapons and hands, responding to the newly born demon, and their enthusiasm and persistence emerged in their tears!

"Here it comes again..."

There was a whisper of hidden hatred.

He had obviously lost all his close friends and suffered the unspeakable and unacceptable suffering in life, but in the end, even if he was possessed by the demon, he was out of control and shifted again.

To what extent will this place of Queguang reject her glory? !

Chang Lingfeng did not hear this whisper. The blazing demon intent burned his heart. He could not wait to take action. He led the demons to wander around. It didn't take long for him to walk through the entire area west of the central camp.

It's not that he didn't kill people.

On the contrary, only killing can soothe the heart!

The soldiers of the Queguang Sect who did not withdraw offered sacrifices, and those who had converted to Buddhism were all killed, directly killed, and left blood all the way.

The voice of the Demon of Sorrow spread all over the land, wiping out those who were considered the enemy's cancer and the source of bitter tears.

The soldiers of the Queguang Sect, Jizhu, died first, and the remaining tentacles of the Spirit Mother were completely wiped out. Even along the trail, the Demon of Sorrow had already chased and killed them, and dug deep into the central camp.

He didn't care if he alarmed anyone, because no one could stop him now!

The reason why people still stayed in the west was to kill all the converts to Buddhism first, and to smash all the Buddha lands and hells first...

"Has it been smashed?"

"Yes, yes, the Buddha land has been destroyed, everything is over!"

The only devout Buddhist left was ashen, and faced with the Great Devil of Sorrow in front of him, he was also calm, and only said this in silence.

Chang Lingfeng learned about the destruction of the Buddha land, but there was no change in his expression, but he seemed to be vaguely sad, and then he stretched out his hand to press the top of the head of the Buddhist in front of him.