At the beginning of life, it is destined to be unfair, some people are born with a golden spoon in their mouths, and they are prosperous and rich all their lives, and some people are born in poor families, if there is no qualification and opportunity, his life will inevitably be poor.

There are many inequalities in the world, but death is fair. In this world, there is life and death, and you can't be liberated, and you have eternal life, but you will eventually decay, and you can't escape the shackles of death.

Since it is inevitable to die after all, there is nothing to say about the process of death.

In the cultivation realm, there is even a theory that there is a 'Yuan Force' in this world, and this 'Yuan Force' exists in everyone's body, and the 'Yuan Force' is the key to shaping qualifications and soul bodies. The 'Yuan Force' in this world is relatively constant, and it is precisely because there are a large number of mortals who have seized the 'Yuan Force' in this world that this has caused the shortage of 'Yuan Force'. Therefore, someone proposed a plan to plunder the 'Yuan Force' of mortals......

There is no factual basis for this theory, but there are still many monks who firmly believe in it.

It's no wonder that some cultivators are indifferent to killing mortals, perhaps they consider themselves to be an advanced species, and their fellow mortals are nothing more than a bunch of monkeys in clothes.

What is very terrifying is that this kind of thinking is actually the mainstream thought in the cultivation world today. Of course, this is and, the Shenwu Empire, which occupies absolute dominance, is inseparable from its idea of cultivating the True Dao.

After all, Emperor Xiao Feng, the founding emperor who founded the Shenwu Empire, was a demon cultivator himself. It is precisely because of his combination of utilitarian thinking and the law of cultivation that he created the most powerful empire in Nanhanxing, the Shenwu Empire.

Yuan Zhen plays a mortal, in fact, half of his life is spent as a mortal, originally he thought that he was otherworldly, and he had forgotten all kinds of being a mortal, but when the leather whip was whipped on his body, at this moment, he remembered a lot of interactions with Ding Yi when he was a child.

The whip doesn't hurt at all on the body, this is just a 'play', the female cultivator who did it had already been explained by Ji Yongtao in advance, and she was very measured. The leather whip seemed to be wielding it with great momentum, but in fact, Dao Yuan and Yuan Zhen were unharmed and had nothing to do with it.

Yuan Zhen was mechanical, at the mercy of Daoyuan, rolling and wailing......

Dao Yuan and Yuan Zhen were in rags, and they were thrown into the prisoner camp 'covered in bruises'.

Seven or eight captives rushed forward and held them both up.

"Dare to scold those demon cultivators to their faces for being brutes, both of them are good men. With the creator God above, these demons will not escape the final judgment. An old and thin old man said hatefully.

"San Lang, take a look, these two warriors, they are not lightly injured. Someone shouted into the depths of the crowd.

A one-armed young man hurriedly rushed out.

"No need, we have Jinchuang medicine on us, and we still hold on. Dogen said.

The one-armed young man stopped and said in a low voice, "Go to the back, but you can't let the demon cub know that you have medicine on your body." ”

Several old men, old ladies, used their bodies to shield the sight of cultivators outside the camp.

The prisoner camp did not even have a gate, and the cultivators used the technique of transferring flowers and trees to rearrange the trees on the island and densely enclose them into a barrel-shaped camp.

Except for a few towering trees that have been specially preserved, some branches remain, and the other trees have been pruned so that only the trunks are retained.

There were dozens of people hanging from the branches of those big trees. These men were hung for a day or two, dying, and they saw that it would not be long before they were mourning all over the prison camp. Several captives supported Daoyuan and Yuan Zhen and walked towards the depths of the camp.

"The two parishioners have great names, which parish are you, and how did you get caught?" asked Saburo in a low voice.

"We are from Aomori Island, my name is Yuanshi, his name is Zheng Long, we are from the Seventh Diocese of Aomori, and our imam is Song Lian......" said Dogen.

It seems that Dao Yuan did a lot of homework before he came. It must be the mortals on Aomori Island who fell into the hands of Shen Qingyi, and Shen Qingyi and they searched for the souls of these mortals.

Approaching the log wall, the captives cooperated with each other to build a wall of people to block the cultivators' sight, so that they could take medicine and heal their wounds.

Yuan Zhen felt a little desolate, these poor mortals, sitting in the well and watching the sky, were still using the superficial understanding of mortals to speculate on the cultivators. They certainly didn't know that the monk was using his divine sense to observe the target, and these walls were simply redundant.

There are also cultivators who want to search their bodies, even if they hide things in their bodies, they can still be found.

Thinking that he was once as ignorant as them, for a while, Yuan Zhen's thoughts were a little offset.

Born in a mortal family, from childhood to adulthood, Yuan Zhen gained the cognition, not to say that he gave up, but to give up. Why, does he take in a lot of his childhood friends, and why does he stay with his parents?

In fact, Yuan Zhen is a complex of contradictions, although he has always deliberately wanted to eliminate the impression of that person, in fact, the person who influenced him has always existed.

Daoyuan made something out of nothing, and took out a box of gold sore medicine out of thin air.

"Catholics, there are still many believers on Red Coral Island who are injured, can you leave some for them?" asked the one-armed Saburo in a low voice.

Daoyuan said: "I'm waking up." ”

Dao Yuan glanced at Yuan Zhen, Yuan Zhen took off his shirt, revealing the scars of 'scaly wounds' all over his body, and lay down in front of Dao Yuan, and Dao Yuan wanted to apply plaster to him personally.

The one-armed Saburo said: "If the parishioners can trust the subordinates, how about the subordinates heal the wounds of the two below? ”

Dogen nodded and handed the ointment to the one-armed Saburo.

The one-armed Saburo half-knelt on the ground, picked up a ball of plaster with his index finger, and gently applied it to Yuan Zhen's back.

"Kill!" The one-armed Saburo suddenly shouted, turned his palm into a fist, and slammed his fist towards the back of Yuan Zhen's neck with a single fist.

At the same time, more than a dozen mortals around him, whether it was an old man or a woman with gray hair, trembling, and dying wood, or a disabled person with a missing arm and a broken leg, at this moment, everyone was like a mad tiger, and they all rushed forward.

Hundreds of captives in the camp came up to help.

Dao Yuan let out a "hum!" sound in his nose, and all the captives were suddenly wrapped in a great force of heaven and earth, their whole bodies were stiff, not under their control, three feet above the ground, suspended in mid-air.

Dao Yuan shouted again: "Extinguish!"

"Bang, bang, bang......" There were more than a dozen sounds, and the heads of more than a dozen mortals burst straight open.

"What are you doing in a daze? Destroy this group of ants!" Dao Yuan said, Yuan Zhen, who was still a little stunned, shouted.

Yuan Zhen quickly got up from the ground. Rush at the defenseless, defenseless mortals.

One punch at a time, the fist is to the flesh, as long as it is hit by Yuan Zhen's fist, all of them will burst open.

Dao Yuan squinted, made a big move, took the one-armed San Lang She, and searched for the soul of Xuangong, and in an instant, he already knew where he and Yuan Zhen were flawed.

Dao Yuan didn't expect that the guys who were hanging on the branches of the trees, almost dying, could still play the role of sentinels, and it was precisely because of the ventilation of these guys that the identities of himself and Yuan Zhen were exposed.

With a 'snap', the one-armed Saburo's head was grabbed by Dao Yuansheng.

"Leave no one behind!" Daoyuan ordered.

Yuan Zhen retracted his fists, threw his fists into the sky, and let out a loud roar: "Ah!"

A series of lightning bolts suddenly slashed down in mid-air, and lightning jumped on the captives, and in an instant, both the captives hanging in mid-air and the captives hanging on the trees turned into charred corpses.

was actually peeped through by mortals, although the attack power of these mortals was not even an itch for him, but this still made Dao Yuan very unhappy. What was his previous hard work? It was unforgivable to let this group of mortals see the joke.

Ji Yongtao and the guards watched the killing in front of them, and their backs couldn't help but feel a little chilly.

"Look, go get some prisoners for me!" shouted Dao Yuan.

Ji Yongtao shuddered, didn't say a word, and hurriedly flew to the mirage with his subordinates......

Yuan Zhen sat on the ground with his buttocks, and he didn't avoid the one-armed Saburo's punch. It's not that he can't avoid it, but he doesn't want to avoid it, he feels that he deserves to be beaten, and he has never hated himself so much as he does today.

Thinking of the white-haired old man, the wounded man who couldn't stand steadily, gritted his teeth and stepped forward to beat him, his heart was greatly shocked.

Daoyuan walked over and killed the mortals in the entire captive camp, and Daoyuan's mood became much better.

"A wise man must make a mistake in a thousand thoughts, who would have thought that those guys hanging on the trees would actually report the news. This group of ants is really stubborn. Dogen said.

Yuan Zhen buried his head in his knees, he was a little distracted, it was not that he had never killed anyone, nor had he never seen blood, but killing this group of resistless captives, he felt that he was all guilty, and he had a deep sense of helplessness.

"You wouldn't still be pitying those ants, would you?" asked Dao Yuan Yin compassionately.

Yuan Zhen raised his head, tears in his eyes.

"Teacher, Ding Yi once said: 'The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, as a cultivator, the responsibility is to help the weak and the righteous'. Teacher, how do you define the responsibility and significance of a cultivator?" asked Yuan Zhen.

Dao Yuan frowned, approached Yuan Zhen step by step, and finally stopped in front of Yuan Zhen, slowly squatted down, and casually brushed away a broken organ on Yuan Zhen's body.

"Fallacies and heresies kill people! Ah Zhen, it seems that your small hair has an impact on you that is not ordinarily deep. You asked me about the responsibility and meaning of the monks. This in itself is a fallacy. ”

"As cultivators, we pursue liberation, immortality, and unfettered freedom. As cultivators, all the rules are shackles that bind us, so what responsibility does a cultivator have? Why should we allow ourselves to be subject to invisible self-restraint?"

Dao Yuan seemed to be very reasonable, but Ding Yi seemed to be right, and for a while, Yuan Zhen couldn't help but feel a little dazed.