Alien Dust

Chapter 440 The First Law
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In the Moyin city, a large number of barbaric ghost soldiers surged on the streets like a black tide. The residents living in this city area closed their doors and windows tightly, shivering and praying that these barbaric ghost soldiers would not break in.

However, a few days ago, the entire Moyin city made a very cold-blooded decision. They threw all those infected with the plague into an abandoned village. Unfortunately, the abandoned village was eroded by the ground and turned into a barren land. Those who were already suffering from the disease were made worse off. After death, they were even more resentful and turned into barbaric ghost generals, wreaking havoc in this city of the living and launching a bloody revenge.

The whole thing fermented so quickly that the Totem Holy Sect had no time to react. These barbaric ghost soldiers released a highly toxic mist, forming a barbaric poisonous miasma. Even people with profound cultivation did not dare to approach easily.

So within a few days, the city of Moyin turned into a hell on earth.

Just when everything was developing in a direction that was out of control, a holy cultivator named Zhuo Feng stepped forward, destroyed a large number of barbaric ghost soldiers and generals, and rescued most of the people in Moyin City.

Tongtian City is big, but news spreads quickly.

Soon Zhuo Feng's deeds spread throughout the city, and everyone highly praised this young and promising outstanding person.

"There's no need to be like this. I just did what I should do." Zhuo Feng stood on a high city wall, but saw the people who were rescued in the city kneeling on the ground one after another.

"But we should do something for you. It would be hard for us to feel at ease if you, a living Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering, didn't accept anything!" said an old lady.

If they don't collect some money from incense offerings, they always feel that their worship is not very effective. At the same time, if their prayers are effective, they must bring something to fulfill their wishes. This is a common idea among the general public, especially in this land where gods really exist. People do not have to pay taxes, and in fact the biggest consumption item is offering to gods.

“But I am not a god, just an ordinary cultivator. Such a gift from you would be embarrassing for me. If you really feel uneasy, when you pay tribute to your ancestors in the future, please also pay tribute to the Qingwei God. I am a descendant of the Qingwei God. The reason why I do such a thing is also the teachings of my ancestors…” Zhuo Feng was very humble and made a very simple request.

When everyone heard this, they all praised the monk's benevolence and promised to offer tributes to the Qingwei God.

Zhuo Feng left the city contentedly and returned to his mountain home.

The mountains are filled with birdsong and flowers, like a small fairyland. Having such a spiritual treasure land in Tongtian City is obviously an extremely luxurious thing. The spiritual charm it exudes is several times richer than that of other places.

"Yes, yes, you have become a living Bodhisattva in people's hearts. You have such outstanding abilities, and you practice kindness in the world. Whether you are truly kind or doing it to offset the heavenly calamity, you have done an excellent job. I admire you very much." A voice suddenly appeared above the mountain residence.

Zhuo Feng has delicate features and is very handsome.

He raised his fair face and searched for the source of the sound in the night.

His pupils were special and he quickly spotted a figure lurking in the night under the shadow of a cloud.

Zhuo Feng stood up, bowed to Yun Ying, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Did my actions rob the merits of the gods? If so, I have indeed crossed the line."

“Of course, some merits of the so-called saints were robbed, but they were not mine,” said the man under the cloud shadow.

"Then may I ask what advice do you have for me, the celestial being?"

“Earlier, you punished evil and eliminated evil, and relied on the arrest of those bloodthirsty demon cultivators to improve your own cultivation, and all those demon cultivators were turned into mortals or useless people by you. You are really special and very principled. You clearly mastered the Xuantian Holy Art that can make you soar to the sky, but you only absorbed the cultivation of those evil people. So far, you have never done anything to a good cultivator, and you act very low-key. If this time it was not related to the lives of people in an entire city, you would not have taken action unless you had to. You follow your own path and cultivate virtue. It is not an exaggeration for people to call you a living Bodhisattva. In the future, when you ascend to heaven, the most difficult tribulation for others may be the easiest thing for you.” The person under the cloud shadow said.

"Thank you for the praise from the Heavenly Being. Although the Heavenly Tribulation cannot do anything to me, there are still human tribulations. I'm sure that the Heavenly Being came to my house tonight not to reward me." Zhuo Feng said calmly.

"I didn't want to take action against you. I could even recommend you to this holy country to be my right-hand man. But things happened suddenly and I had to deal with you." Jiang Heng revealed his true form under the shadow of the cloud and then floated towards the mountain residence.

“So you are the celestial being who scattered the Xuantian Sacred Art among the human world?” Zhuo Feng stared at the controller who had been hiding behind the scenes with sharp eyes.

"Oh? You seem to have noticed something?" Jiang Heng was a little surprised.

Sure enough, this kid is different from the others, and even gives Jiang Heng a feeling that he is more difficult to control than Leng Shu.

“This Tianxuan Sheng Jue is good, and I do use it. But as you said, I will only absorb the cultivation of those who are too evil. How should I put it, this is just a means for me to punish evildoers, but I did not rely on this method to get to where I am today. I have been waiting for you to show up all these years.” Zhuo Feng said calmly.

Jiang Heng frowned. The other party's excessive calmness made him feel uncomfortable.

Been guessed?

I obviously did it very smartly. Basically, most people, like Leng Shu and Hua Ziyan, only realized that it was a trap set by themselves at the moment of their death.

Jiang Heng had always been high and mighty. He didn't like the feeling of the other person looking at him level, so when he spoke again, there was some cold anger in his tone: "Even if you guessed it, so what? Can you still resist?"

"Please teach me." Zhuo Feng just uttered these few words lightly. After Jiang Heng heard it, he was even more furious.

Now even this kind of bastard dares to act like this in front of me!

"I will let you taste the taste of despair." Jiang Heng said, stretching out his palm and slapping it like a fly, feeling both angry and disgusted that the other party would dirty his hands.

Zhuo Feng was not afraid. He suddenly drew out a green blade and used his ghostly body skills to easily break free from the palm that was covering him. Then he raised the green blade and slashed towards Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng was shocked!

There is something wrong with this kid!!

He is indeed different from the other people who were poisoned!
A blade slashed out, leaving a bright green mark in the night sky. The power was enough to hurt Jiang Heng, but the next second, the sky was filled with dense green blades, forming an extremely magnificent Bagua diagram!
Jiang Heng managed to resolve the opponent's first move with great difficulty, but his expression immediately changed when he saw the hidden Ten Thousand Blades Bagua Diagram.

While making hand seals to form a holy fortress like a palace, he angrily asked, "Who are you?"

"Hmph, do you think that a falconer like you won't be blinded by an eagle?" Zhuo Feng said disdainfully, and then launched an even more frantic attack. The green blade in his hand became as huge as a mountain, and he slashed at Jiang Heng at a high frequency.

The huge shadow of the green peak in the sky would occasionally bring up terrifying green light storms, which even Jiang Heng, a celestial being, found difficult to resist.

In the mountain pavilion not far away, Wu Hen and Qingxi were amazed at the pavilion that had been blown bare by the storm. They had originally wanted to capture Jiang Heng when he finally closed his net, but they never expected that Jiang Heng would hit a wall!

"This Zhuo Feng is an incredible figure. How could he wield a blade to kill a celestial being?" Qingxi was also dumbfounded.

How could someone who could display such magical powers still be traveling among the cultivators in the lower realm? He should have ascended to the upper realm long ago and competed with those holy ancestors and gods in the high-dimensional realm of cultivation.

"I have a question now." Wu Hen touched his chin.

"What questions?"

"Which side should we cheer for?" Wu Hen said.

Qingxi really thought about this problem seriously.

Yes, Jiang Heng hit a wall and seemed to be beaten a bit embarrassed. But from their perspective as the oriole, do they hope that the mantis will win or the cicada will win?

I have never seen a cicada flying up and chasing a mantis and beating it up!
"It seems that even if one reaches Jiang Heng's level, he cannot do whatever he wants. After all, who can be sure that the fish in his pond is a real dragon?" Qingxi said.

Wu Hen nodded. This was very different from the Wilderness. No matter which evolutionary civilization it was, they all followed the first law, and the upper food chain was invisible.

"This Zhuo Feng is obviously a big shot. This time, Jiang Heng, who was fishing, was dragged into the water by a huge creature in the river. What the other person is interested in is not the bait he sprinkled, but Jiang Heng, the fisherman on the shore." The more Wu Hen watched, the more frightened he became.

Jiang Heng was at a disadvantage in the battle.

As a celestial being in the Holy Nation of Yunzhong, he should have crushed these mortal cultivators when he arrived in the lower realm. However, in the alien wasteland, no matter which evolutionary level one is in, there is actually no clear dividing line. Cultivation, level, realm, life stage, low, high dimensional, firefly, blue sun... Under certain circumstances, the upper and lower levels of the food chain will also be reversed.

"We may need to change our way of thinking. We are not the oriole, but the fisherman caught in the dispute between the snipe and the clam." Qingxi said.

"We have to cheer for Jiang Heng. If he doesn't show some real skills, he will be killed by this Zhuo Feng. Jiang Heng is not a very decent person. As a celestial being, can't he carry 100,000 holy warriors with him? He was beaten like this by a cultivator from the lower realm. Even if he wins in the end, he will not be able to hold his head up in front of other celestial beings in the future." Wu Hen began to complain.

The situation became complicated, and Wu Hen was at a loss for a moment and could only wait and see.

"Junior brother, should we go and call some people?" Qingxi suggested.

"Let's wait and see. Jiang Heng should have some hidden tricks. Let's see if he can turn disadvantages into advantages." Wu Hen said.

Jiang Heng, please be more careful!

I’m worried about you, little brother!

(End of this chapter)