Enter the Immortal Cultivation

Regarding Wang Qi's question, Jiao fell into deep thought.

Finally, she said: "I don't understand what sir said, it's just..."

"You are a smart person... a demon... a smart demon." Wang Qi changed two words, but neither one felt quite right. He cleared his throat and continued: "You should understand that form is not so important, what is important is its essence..."

"So, what is the inner 'energy' of our demon clan?" Jiao lowered his head: "This is not easy to say."

Xiao, who had the lowest level of education, did not understand what the two of them were talking about. The Shixin Monster Clan is not used to this kind of roundabout charade. He asked directly: "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Mr. Wang means... the demon clan is not a bloodline ethnic group, but a cultural concept. Any creature that accepts the demon clan's culture can be counted as a demon clan - you don't even need to accept everything about the demon clan, just You just need to accept the core part of the demon clan." Jiao said, "Even we don't fully recognize everything about the demon emperor and the demon emperor. They have admitted their mistakes more than once and then changed the entire clan. . As long as the core is not lost, as long as the bones are not lost, it can be regarded as a demon clan. "

"Well, so... could it be..." Xiao glanced at Wang Qi: "Sir, do you mean that the human race will take over the torch of the demon race?"

"Monster clan" is a cultural concept. If we really rely on the natural demonization of beasts to accumulate high-level individuals, then it may not be possible to form a demon civilization in tens of millions of years. The simplest thing is that if there is no acquired guidance to overcome innate instincts, wolf demons and sheep demons cannot coexist peacefully, and it is even less possible for tiger spirits and rabbit spirits to coexist in the same room.

The Demon Emperor is the only anomaly who was born in who knows how many years. Only with the help of the Dragon King did this powerful man, who only emerges after tens of millions of years, cross the pill-forming stage and reach the realm of immortality. The Demon King is a creature created by the Dragon King according to the secret method of the ancient saint, and cannot be considered a species native to China.

The light of civilization of the Shixin Monster Clan comes from the Dragon Clan. The word "demon" for the updated demon clan comes from the Shixin demon clan. For these groups, their core "civilization" is passed down one stick after another.

Now, maybe it’s time for a new handover?

"As long as we accept the civilization of the demon clan, can an ethnic group like the human race, connected by blood, become the natural continuation of the demon clan..." Xiao whispered.

The demon clan is not restricted by bloodline, so. Why can't the "human" race be regarded as a demon with its own inheritance?

Wang Qi shook his head: "I didn't say this, and I may not mean it. In short, you can see and think for yourself in the next two days. In two days, I will leave Shenjing and go to another place. The place is doing big things. Mr. Huo Tongqing will be free. He will naturally take you back."

After drinking tea, Wang Qi stood up and said: "Now I still have two dragons and a thorn head left to talk to..." Suddenly, the teacher's face changed: "You say it's a thorn head, you really know how to do it." What's coming! I just mentioned it..."

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——What kind of human style and human civilization are all bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!

Olyu Shenlanjiao was walking on the street, angry and wanted to smash something.

He saw all the changes in Shinto just now. As a high-level Shinto monk, he is extremely sensitive to everything in Shenjing. When Wang Qi created the new divine form just now, he borrowed a lot of the Shenlan family's Fengshen mysteries plagiarized from Aoliu, so he saw it more thoroughly.

"What kind of humane demeanor? He's just a thief, a liar, just... just... a despicable person!" His chest heaved, and he deliberately used the human language to yell on the street. Judging from the news from his companions just now, Wang Qi has always been monitoring them. He just wanted Wang Qi to hear it.

It's a pity that Wang Qi didn't come. On the other hand, the mortals around him immediately recited the divine incantation and pointed at him with ritual gestures after seeing him. Aoliu recognized that this was a Shinto ritual, but he didn't know what its use was. However, this undoubtedly aggravated the hostility in his heart.

——Curse me... These bug-like things actually dare to curse me, and they still use Shinto methods...

The burning anger almost made him lose his mind. Although he was still careful not to destroy Wang Qi's disguise covering them, the trace of the big demon aura that leaked out was still more exciting than a roller coaster for mortals. Wherever he goes, mortals are basically in a state of panic.

This disgusted him even more.

——Weak people are not even qualified to be believers. And this so-called immortal way... Hey, it can't even protect them. When our clan was here, every inch of the earth and atmosphere was filled with rules and laws. Even the immortals might not be able to tear apart their restraints and kill in a short period of time...

He looked at the scattered mortals, and a hint of joy finally flashed in his eyes.

——I can’t believe that our clan actually gave way to an ant like this...

As soon as this idea came up, he killed it himself. Aoliu shook his head fiercely.

——No, no, no... This is the judgment of the Saint Clan... This is the judgment of the Saint Clan. How could the Saints have ruled the world for 200 million years without making any mistakes? That's right, this is the judgment of the Saint Clan. Our family has not lost, it's the Saint Clan...

The behavior of shaking his head violently on the street made him look even more weird. The monk who originally wanted to come over to see the situation also thought that this guy was probably crazy and did not dare to come forward.

Aoliu walked forward angrily. And his anger was finally detonated by the picture of Wang Qi in an illusion zone.

"This... pretentious guy!"

He used his divine power angrily to wash away the illusion.

Half a second later, two people quickly flew behind him.

"Stop, don't move. The God of Peace at the west gate of Shenjing City and the Shenjing anti-theft commander are here. We have received prayers from believers that you are here to release coercion, disturb people's peace, and harm people's livelihood. Now, stop your violation of the law immediately. Come with us to the Immortal Alliance Headquarters. You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will be used as evidence in court." Zhao Xiangshen tried to recite some majestic feelings, but Ru said. Tian Qi's speech was much more mechanical.

Those words just now are one of the laws of immortality to humanity, and they are mainly used on Shinto gods. In Immortal Dao, the force of law enforcers is much higher than that of suspects. In some cases, it is necessary to limit the power of law enforcers. Therefore, this sentence is set as what Shinto law enforcers must say. Only by saying these words can they free the hurtful forces.

Of course, the laws of immortality are another set of rules. When enforcing the law, there is no need to say this.

Olyu's current behavior is still within the scope of "infringing on mortals" and falls within the scope of execution jointly by the Immortal Criminal Law Department and the Human Shinto. It's normal for them to come forward.

In the city of Shenjing, it is far more convenient for mortals to contact gods than for immortal monks to contact each other.

but……

"Guardian God..." The face of the young man from the demon clan showed a ferocious look: "How dare you, such low-class wild gods, dare to roar at me, the True God of Zhengfa. The name of Shenlan is really so dusty that it is humiliating. ”

"I don't know what you are talking about." Ru Tianqi said with a cold face: "Now in China mainland, the divine way has disappeared, and we are the only legal gods. I advise you not to fight against Tianwei. You are just an incarnation. The Qi Yao Clan can't be the opponent of our two high-level gods. You have recently become a disciple, and we don't have the same experience as you, so..."

"Uuhuhuhuhuhu...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Aoliu's eyes widened: "The only legal god, Tianwei, has recently been naturalized...it's just the transformation period..."

I don’t know if these two people are just unlucky. Their tone - the official tone of Shenjing Shenjin is like this. They just talked like they normally would. but……

This sentence simply offends Olyu's taboo.

"The old Shinto is gone, isn't it..." Ao Liu's figure flashed and appeared next to Zhao Xiangshen and Ru Tianqi, murmuring softly: "Tsk, let you see it. Millions of years ago , what kind of style should a true Shinto strongman look like..."

Aoliu himself didn't even know. What really made him angry was probably just the sentence "The way of God is gone".

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When Xu Xueqing rushed over, she happened to see an incredible scene. Mei Sicheng stood motionless on the ground as if he had been hit by a body-fixing spell. And a strange young man walked up to him gently, put his hands on his neck, and twisted it slightly. There was no force this time, but the boy smiled ferociously, as if to say, "I'll kill you like a chicken." Then, the young man punched Zhao Xiangshen in the stomach. Zhao Xiangshen's powerful magic power, which had already been refined and refined into distractions and thoughts, and was assimilated by the power of Shinto, melted naturally like ice and snow under the warm sun in front of the unfamiliar essence and demonic energy.

Mei Sicheng, who arrived first, looked distracted and seemed to have lost consciousness. Zhao Xiangshen and Ru Tianqi, who were at the scene of the first crime, were suspended in mid-air, seemingly hanging by an invisible rope.

Xu Xueqing was a little nervous. Mei Sicheng was originally an ancient cultivator with perfect distraction. He was knocked down by the Holy Emperor before, and then his magic power was liberated by Wang Qi. After achieving Shinto, his strength was transformed by the modern method, and his combat power was only stronger than before, and he was worthy of entering the level of integration. A Fusion Stage monk like her who is not good at fighting may not be able to take it down easily.

She felt... her previous idea of ​​"I can hit ten" might have been a bit arrogant. (To be continued ~^~)