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"Later, I also traveled to several war-torn countries to collect souls from the battlefields." The middle-aged man continued, "But I found that this path didn't work either."

"Many forces from various countries have already been collecting information on those battlefields."

"Not only are there monks from all the major religions, but there are even monks from within the country... and their realms are quite high..."

"We had a huge fight over a disagreement, and I was slightly outmatched because the small flag in his hand was even more powerful than my natal flag."

"Later, I had no choice but to avoid him everywhere..."

The middle-aged man glanced at Fang Zuo and moved his mouth a few times.

"It's not mine..." Fang Zuo shook his head. "It's normal that you can't compare with that small flag. It has been nurtured in the main hall of Longhu Mountain for hundreds of years... If it weren't for the weak spiritual energy now, it would have developed spiritual intelligence long ago..."

"In ancient times, this kind of thing would not be worthy of the attention of cultivators, but now... it is already a first-class magical weapon that can be obtained."

Fang Zuo knew who the domestic monk holding the small banner was.

A monk in a white suit.

He came towards the remaining soul of Ashura on Mount Fuji, but was almost killed by himself.

Finally, with the help of his master, he gave Obata to himself as an apology, and finally gave it to Kawakita Ayaka.

It is even more normal for religions of various countries to go to war-torn countries to collect souls from the battlefield.

Judging from my recent experiences in these small worlds of the divine kingdom.

In the religious kingdom.

Almost all souls have fixed numbers.

When they die of natural causes, their memories will be erased and they will be reborn as citizens of the new Kingdom of God.

Since it is a fixed cycle, there must be a new source of souls to replenish it.

Otherwise, if those souls are lost unnaturally, they will become fewer and fewer.

In the end, the entire kingdom of God was empty.

"It turns out that guy is an authentic Taoist... But why..." The middle-aged man just asked this question, then quickly took it back and didn't ask any more questions.

It’s better for you to know less about these Taoist secrets.

He went on to say, "After failing through various channels, I stumbled upon these cult gatherings in North America."

"I've discovered that when these believers gather, although their three souls and seven spirits are dim, the negative emotions emanating from their insane beliefs can be quite useful..."

"At least it's stronger than this thin spiritual energy..."

"So you're thinking of finding another way to collect this stuff?" Fang Zuo examined the middle-aged man's body, nodded, and said:

"It's not like this road didn't exist in ancient times, but back then, the spiritual energy was too abundant, humanity flourished, and there was no shortage of souls. No one would look down on these leftovers..."

"It's just right to support you now..."

Fang Zuo paused and looked at the middle-aged man.

He suddenly said: "Wang Jianguo..."

“I’m a villain...” The middle-aged man was stunned, his Adam’s apple moved, it seemed that no one had called him like that for a long time.

It’s been a long, long time...

After embarking on the path of a monk, my relatives and friends have long since passed away.

What's more, he is a heretic cultivator and has no friends.

I used to hate this name which carries the imprint of the domestic era. I thought it was too rustic and really did not match my status.

But over the years, I have changed my body and name one after another.

Hearing my birth name again, a complex emotion came over me.

The larynx moved again.

A little choked up.

"You have a lot of talent. In this era, there are fewer and fewer cultivators who can climb up the ladder. That's why I let you go that time." Fang Zuo said calmly:

"If the person before me when we meet again today is a Wang Jianguo who has given up on the future and is only concerned with pleasure, then there is no need for you to exist..."

"Yes, real person..." Wang Jianguo understood what Fang Zuo meant.

Although the path to longevity is a lonely one.

But in ancient times.

You and I, monks, are searching and seeking on the road, and at least we have many fellow travelers.

Or they might be wandering cultivators who would give each other half-volumes of incomplete scriptures while drinking under the moon.

Or in the sect, you come to save me today, and I will save your fellow disciples and brothers tomorrow.

Or perhaps they are the seekers who are suddenly encountered in secret places, striving for opportunities and showing no mercy.

Even if the opportunity is gone after a hundred years, it will all be in vain.

Each turned into nothingness.

but.

At least I've met one of my kind somewhere.

At least.

After a short journey together.

My path.....is not alone...

But now....

It is so rare to meet someone like you...

"Master, rest assured. I will fight to the death and will not slack off for even a moment." Wang Jianguo said in a deep voice, "If one day I really do what you said and only seek pleasure, I beg you to take action and give me a quick death..."

"That must be the case." Fang Zuo's face was expressionless. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "Those people at the bottom of society out there all have their main soul seriously missing from their seven souls. Is that your method?"

"Did the Master also discover this?" Wang Jianguo shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with me. I just discovered how badly their souls were missing, so I gave up my original path."

"These homeless people were completely ignored by the North American government. Even if they disappeared, no one would know. They were perfect soul material."

“But I don’t know why it’s like this…”

"Excuse me...can I interrupt?" Chiba Iori, listening at the side, was confused and raised her hand, saying, "I don't understand what you're saying."

Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo didn't even glance at her.

It's as if she doesn't exist.

"Master..." Wang Jianguo opened his mouth to ask something, but paused, with some hesitation on his face.

"Just ask if you have any questions." Fang Zuo said.

"Why... did you come here... Did you fail in your ascension?" Wang Jianguo asked with gritted teeth.

As for this real person who has gone much further than himself, he also wants to know what the scenery ahead will be like.

"The Heaven Palace is empty. All the gods and Buddhas are gone. They have all left..." Fang Zuo said slowly, "We are the only ones left here..."

“How could this happen…” Wang Jianguo was stunned and muttered to himself, his eyes a little empty: “How could this happen…”

"Master, have you found a new way here?" Wang Jianguo suddenly came to his senses and asked anxiously.

"I have some ideas..." Fang Zuo nodded.

Suddenly his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong with the real person?" Wang Jianguo asked.

"The fluctuations of spiritual energy outside are getting stronger and stronger. It seems like the work of some powerful person. Let's go and take a look." Fang waved his left hand.

He and Wang Jianguo disappeared in an instant.

Only Chiba Iori was left standing there in a daze.

"Where are the people?" Chiba Iori looked around with her beautiful eyes.

The two people just disappeared.

Only the believers who were punished by Wang Jianguo were left there, looking at Chiba Iori with fear on their faces.

"Fang Zuo, you bastard, you had fun but you didn't take me with you..." Chiba Iori cursed, "I've been protecting you all the way..."

As she cursed, she looked at the honest man Tim who was cowering beside her, and she was so angry that she stepped forward and kicked him a few times.

"Change your name next time, or I'll beat you up every time I see you..."

"Also, give me all the money you have..."

On the surface at this moment.

Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo stood high in the air, looking at the Los Angeles beach not far away.

January night 2025.

Los Angeles, California.

A beach for the rich.

There were a few small wildfires in the distant mountains and forests, and the rich people were watching from afar as if they were watching a show.

While joking and laughing.

He didn't take these small fires seriously at all.

In the eyes of Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo.

It is a completely different scene.

Northeast of the beach.

The spiritual power is extremely disordered.

The originally thin spiritual power actually gathered together at this moment.

surging.

Unstoppable.

"Whose powerful wind technique is this?" Wang Jianguo shouted in surprise.

The expression was a little shocked.

Fang Zuo remained silent, staring into the distance.

In a blink of an eye.

The wind in the distant sky was blowing up all kinds of sand, stones and cactus fragments, like a giant ochre dragon.

It roared in from the northeast, carrying with it the dry heat of the desert.

The wind speed broke through the limit of 100 kilometers per hour, like a pair of invisible giant hands tearing the sky apart.

This wind dragon was compressed into a violent vortex in the northeast Santa Ana Pass and pounced fiercely on the beaches of Los Angeles.

I 'accidentally' passed by a few small wildfires.

Fire relies on the wind, and wind helps the fire.

The wind dragon roared, turning the originally small red flames into huge surging waves.

Driven by the wind, the flames suddenly rose more than ten meters, like an awakened red beast, devouring everything it touched with its fangs and claws.

The originally docile flames now turned into millions of rockets, drawing blazing parabolas in the air along with the wind.

Wherever it goes, a new sea of ​​fire explodes instantly

The entire sky was instantly dyed a sickly orange-red, as if the sky itself was burning.

The fire wave, driven by the strong wind, swallowed everything at a speed of 10 kilometers per hour.

The century-old red pine turned into a carbonized skeleton in the explosion.

The mansions in the Hollywood Hills collapsed like paper in the fire.

The flames leaped across the ten-lane highway, carried by the wind, and even the concrete roadbed cracked in the high temperature, as if paving a new fuel channel for this hellish dance.

Looking down from the air.