After entering the territory of Yin Yang Promise Sect, Zhuang Qiu felt uncomfortable.

Because the practitioners here are completely different from those in other places.

Ordinary cultivators are nothing more than cultivating, then gaining spiritual power and advancing to the realm, but Yin Yang Wuji Sect is more like a cult.

These people don't rely on their own strength, they look at their leader, and their leader also relies on them.

This kind of mutual feeding does not make them equal, but a deformed relationship.

In the place where the Yin Yang Wuji Sect is located, a large number of sub-altars have been set up. People in the sub-altars can only believe in the Yin Yang Wuji Sect. If they believe in other religions or practice other exercises, they will be burned alive.

Zhuang Qiu just arrived at this place and witnessed such a ceremony.

A group of monks tied up a 12-year-old boy and put him on the execution rack.

On the altar is a formation. This formation can burn the objects in the formation. It is used to make fire, but these people use it to kill people.

Moreover, their thinking has become rigid, to the point of frightening ignorance. No matter what the 12-year-old boy says, they will never doubt the God.

"Father, mother, I really didn't lie to you! The God Lord doesn't exist at all! The Land of Umbrella is also a lie!"

In the crowd, there were a man and a woman in black robes. They came together, held each other's hands, and repented like a god because of their guilt.

"Respected God, we gave birth to an unfriendly and disrespectful son, and we still hope that God will take my son away and serve God like a cow day and night to make up for the great disrespect to God."

Zhuang Qiu really didn't understand why some parents would burn their sons and still be indifferent.

The boy was obviously heartbroken by his parents. After hearing what they said, he gradually stopped shouting and looked at them with disappointed and determined eyes.

In this case, then use his death to awaken these people.

The boy closed his eyes and stopped struggling.

The patriarch walked slowly to the side of the altar, and a spirit stone was placed in the groove.

Then the flames rose into the sky.

The boy suddenly heard a voice transmission.

[Don't be stupid, your death won't affect anyone. 】

The boy raised his head sharply.

"Who is talking!"

The patriarch looked at the boy and said with emotion: "He is really crazy, completely crazy."

Zhuang Qiu sent another sentence in the past: [Only in life can there be hope, and death is just an escape. 】

The boy lowered his head, the flames were about to spread to his feet.

"But what can I do?"

"Can I wake up a group of dead people? Only when I die can they wake up."

【Death won't change anything, don't think your life is so important. 】

"I'm not important, but I can't do it."

Suddenly the wind picked up.

The patriarch immediately became vigilant: "Someone has invaded!"

The patriarch only had the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage, but the skills he cultivated could allow him to borrow strength for a moment, and his cultivation base was close to the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage.

You know, this is a very large distance, and this method of improving ability has no side effects.

If this method can be turned into martial arts, Zhuang Qiu is still a little bit greedy.

Zhuang Qiu didn't have the same knowledge as these mortals, after all he just wanted to save people.

So I fought back and forth twice, and found that the patriarch still had two brushes, and he couldn't retreat with one strand.

So Zhuang Qiu threw a lotus flower casually. Although the opponent would be injured, it could also knock them back.

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