Chapter 1600 Return
Between heaven and earth, a large number of monks were flying rapidly, leaving a long tail of light behind them.

Flying from all directions, towards the four high mountains standing above the plain in the center of the earth.

The four high mountains correspond exactly to the four directions of east, south, west and north.

A golden light and shadow appeared in the sky, and landed on the mountain in the west. The golden energy on his body dissipated, revealing a figure in the golden light. It was a young monk with a leopard head, round eyes, swallow jaw and tiger beard, shiny forehead, tall and strong body, with a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck and a golden iron Zen staff in his hand.

He looked around, and his eyes were clearly extremely calm and gentle, but when the monks who had originally chosen this mountain as their destination, saw this look, they immediately changed direction and went to other places.

The monk smiled with satisfaction when he saw this. He slowly bent his knees and sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain. He placed the golden Zen stick across his legs. Then he put his hands together, closed his eyes and began to recite scriptures. With every verse he recited, a word manifested by energy would burst out and materialize outside the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, the entire mountain was covered by a protective shield formed by dense golden characters.

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"boom!!"

A young man holding two knives tried to force his way into the protective shield formed by the golden characters. He chopped the shield with his knives, and the shield emitted a golden light, which knocked the man who wanted to force his way in away and made him spit blood.

A skinny middle-aged man nearby helped the young man with two swords up and said to him, "Brother! Don't be silly. This is the Sanskrit mantra of Huasheng Temple."

"Except for those who practice Buddhism, no one else can enter it."

The young man with two swords said indignantly: "Such tyranny is inconsistent with the Buddhist teaching of being kind to others, right?"

The skinny middle-aged man said: "Hehe! They are indeed kind to others, but..."

"Do you think you are a human being in their eyes?"

The young man with two swords was stunned.

The skinny middle-aged man patted the skinny middle-aged man and said, "When did the princes and nobles in the secular world's royal society regard ordinary people like them as their own kind?
Not to mention rights, even the wealthy landlords see tenants differently from themselves.

In our spiritual world, this difference is even more obvious.”

"You have to learn to accept your fate. Even if they don't use any resources from any sect, people with big power like them can crush people from small sects like us just by their bloodline talent."

After saying this, the skinny middle-aged man pulled the young man with two swords away and headed for another hill.

"Look, brother, there is no protective light shield on the mountain in the east. The big forces occupying that place do not seem to reject people from small forces like us. Let's hide there quickly!"

"Don't let anyone take all the seats." The young man with two swords said excitedly.

The skinny middle-aged man took a look, his pupils shrank, and he grabbed the young man and said, "You are going to die."

The young man with two swords looked at the skinny middle-aged man in confusion: "Brother! What do you mean by that?"

The skinny middle-aged man sighed and said, "Should I say you are a tiger! Or should I say you are stupid?"

When the young man with two swords heard this, the smile on his face disappeared. He didn't understand why the skinny middle-aged man who was so kind before was deliberately insulting him now.

"Don't stare with your eyes. If I hadn't held you back just now, you would have been dead." The skinny middle-aged man said unhappily.

The young man with two swords said puzzledly: "Brother..."

The skinny middle-aged man snorted coldly: "Don't call me brother, I can't bear it."

While the skinny middle-aged man and the young man with two swords were arguing, no less than 100,000 independent cultivators had gathered on the mountain in the east. Looking from afar, nothing could be seen except human heads.

At this moment, the young man in white standing on the top of the mountain with a smile on his face, began to turn red from the collar and shoulders. It didn't turn red all at once, but it was like red ink poured into clear water.

However, the process was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the man's entire body turned red.

The color of blood,
Eerie scarlet color.

At the same time, the entire mountain had been surrounded by blood-colored energy liquid. The feet of all the people standing on the mountain were stuck tightly to it, and it was impossible to break free.

The bodies of those people slowly sank into the bloody water. It would be more accurate to say that they merged rather than sank.

Soles of feet, calves, thighs, waist and abdomen...

The bodies disappeared one by one, and the people were awake and conscious throughout the whole process. It was extremely cruel and bloody.

At this moment, everyone in this world saw this scene and felt a chill in their bones.

The young man holding the two knives turned pale when he saw this, and was still frightened. He immediately turned to the skinny middle-aged man, bowed and said gratefully: "Thank you for saving my life, brother."

"It's so scary! If it weren't for my brother's reminder, I would have turned into blood by now."

The skinny middle-aged man still wanted to ignore him. He didn't want to pay attention to the double-knife young man. He himself was not a good person. He reminded this idiot that he was in danger for a purpose. At this time, his purpose had been achieved and he didn't need this double-knife young man at all.

While the young man with two swords and the skinny middle-aged man were arguing, quite a few people had gathered around them.

There were quite a few shrewd people among these people who came over. They originally wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation between the skinny middle-aged man and the young man with two swords in order to gather more intelligence.

But the result was that the skinny middle-aged man and the young man with two swords had a falling out, so a man wearing a black scarf walked out, bowed to the skinny middle-aged man and said: "I don't need to be polite, brother, I wonder who you are..."

The skinny middle-aged man heard this and said, "The casual cultivator Song Renyi."

The man in the black scarf nodded and said, "Hey! So we are fellow practitioners. Since we are all independent practitioners, we should support each other and overcome difficulties together."

"Brother! You warned that young man not to go to the eastern hills. Do you have any information? Can you share it with us?"

Others around him followed suit, and all kinds of praises were thrown out. After seeing the situation on the eastern hill, they dared not set foot on other hills casually, and they were also worried about being cheated.

As for not going to those four mountains?
That is absolutely impossible.

The area encircled by the black and white [Destruction Light] happens to be the edge of the four mountains, so if they don't want to be decomposed by the [Destruction Light], they can only go up the mountain or stay in the central basin encircled by the four mountains.

but……

Unless you are stupid, you will never stay in the Central Basin.

A major war will definitely take place inside [Destruction Light], and the central basin area will definitely be the battlefield afterwards.

If these weak independent cultivators stay there, they will surely be affected by the fire in the city.

They were also trying to find out, so they wanted to get information from this skinny middle-aged man who seemed well-informed so that they could make choices for their future path.

Song Renyi, who was leading the charge, still had a dark face and said, "Where do I get any information? Telling it out will only make people laugh." Wang Bubu heard this and his eyes narrowed. After thinking for a while, he sighed thoughtfully and said, "These powerful people don't take us casual cultivators seriously at all. In their eyes, we are like pigs and dogs.

In this trial, I am like a floating duckweed, with no control over my own behavior!"

When many independent cultivators heard this, they also felt sad. As long as they were not from the twelve major forces, they were all independent cultivators.

When they go out, they will not mention their own master. The less information they leak, the safer they are.

They entered this trial completely because they were forced by the Supreme Court of God.

Cultivation can make people immortal and can also make people possess great power, but all of these require the consumption of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

In the eyes of the Great Lords, practitioners without talent are not qualified to live beyond a hundred years old, so they will be forcibly driven into the trial world.

If they had a great opportunity and obtained the Dao Flower and survived, the Supreme Divine Court would not continue to target them.

But if they die, it would be equivalent to waste recycling. Their cultivation and physical bodies would be decomposed by the [Destructive Light].

"Who says it isn't?"

"If I could, I would never come to this trial."

Wang didn't need to look at the people around him. He estimated that the atmosphere was almost brewing, and immediately said, "Ah~ Immortality is difficult, cultivation is difficult! It's even more difficult for independent cultivators to cultivate."

"If we, the independent cultivators, want to survive in this environment, we must unite together. Otherwise, we will surely be eaten alive by those powerful people."

The casual cultivators around also felt it was polite when they heard this.

Wang Bubu walked to Song Renyi and said, "I see that this brother should be a stranger to this young man, but he is kind enough to remind him. I think he must be a person of noble character.

I propose that Brother Song become our leader."

After these words were spoken, there was a brief silence, and the next moment everyone expressed their agreement.

When Song Renyi heard these words, he naturally declined the position of leader, but after several persuasions, he finally took on the position of leader of the independent cultivators with great reluctance.

"Chief! Where should we go now?" Wang asked without hesitation.

Song Renyi's expression disappeared, and he said, "Go to the mountain in the south."

The young man with the two swords stood up and asked without hesitation: "Why don't we go to the northern hilltop?"

Song Renyi glanced at the young man with two swords who was speaking. He reminded him not out of kindness, but to attract the attention of others and achieve his goal at this time. However, he did not expect it to be so smooth. Many of the plans he had thought of before were useless, and he successfully became the leader of the scattered cultivators.

"The people on the hill in the north, their uniform clothing and fluttering flags, I guess this should be the Qing Kingdom in the Qiyun Divine Dynasty, but I don't know which prince owns that strength."

"but……"

"If you can avoid going, then it's best not to go. If the people of Jishendao on the eastern hills directly and forcefully rob you of everything, the people of Qiyun Shenchao will forcefully rob you of everything and ask you to serve them wholeheartedly, work like a slave, and even ask you to die for them, you must be grateful."

Wang Buxu frowned and said, "I wonder who the people in the southern region are?"

Song Renyi said: "Although the power there is not as strong as the twelve origin places, it can also be called the first force under the origin places."

Wang Bu looked at the people around him and said worriedly, "Since he is so powerful, is it reliable for us to attack him?"

Song Renyi said: "We have no choice."

"To the east are people from Jishendao, to the west are people from Huasheng Temple, and to the north are people from Qing Kingdom. If we stand in the middle, we will definitely bear the direct damage from their attacks."

Song Renyi looked at the young man with two swords and said, "You are really lucky. If you hadn't chosen the mountain of the Western Huasheng Temple, you would have been dead by now."

"Even if it's the mountain in the south, the people there are not someone you can provoke."

The young man with two swords looked at the bare hill in the east and said thankfully, "I am indeed lucky. The monk is really kind."

Song Renyi said disdainfully: "Kindness is bullshit!"

"If there weren't so many people here, when you wanted to enter the western mountain, the golden light would not have blown you away, but would have saved you directly."

After saying this, he stopped talking and called all the independent cultivators to follow him to attack the mountains in the south.

Although the people in the southern mountains are also strong, compared with the people in the twelve origin places, they are just a larger independent cultivation force.

The reason why Song Renyi brought so many people together was because he was unable to attack alone.

Among the group of casual cultivators.

Two people wearing black cloaks and wide hoods were walking behind, looking mysterious. A cold aura made people around them stay away from where they were.

Both of them were covered in cloaks, and their faces under the hoods were covered with a special spell. There was only darkness inside, and their faces could not be seen at all.

However, there is a big difference in their body shapes. One of them is obviously taller, and the other cloaked man's chest muscles look a little exaggerated from a distance. With careful analysis, you can tell that they are a man and a woman.

They were Wang Ming and Zhao Yun who abandoned the bronze chariot.

"Is it safe for us to follow them?"

"Why do I feel like this Song guy wants to sell us out?" Zhao Yun complained as he looked at Song Renyi in front of him with a righteous look on his face.

"You guessed right, he probably wants to sell this group of people." Wang Ming nodded and replied via voice transmission.

Zhao Yun tilted his head and looked at Wang Ming and said, "Then should we follow them?"

Wang Ming said: "If Song wants to sell us out, he can't be the first one to sell us out. Let's wait!"

"We should not be the first to show up, as we may become the target of concentrated fire."

Zhao Yun glanced at the people walking in front of him, and then said, "I feel that the guy named Wang Buyong is not simple either."

Wang Ming said: "We are in the dark, they are in the light, and we have the power to overturn the table at any time. Let them play as they please!"

(End of this chapter)