"The formation is broken..." Zhou Tong watched the dark mist dissipate and exposed the cracks in the sky, and then he restrained his fist intention and returned to his previous state of slight wind and clouds.

He strode forward, his posture as if he was already the master of the entire Tianwu City.

However, in fact, it was almost the same. When Zhou Tong entered the city, all the senior officials in the city who had practiced the "War God and Demon Sutra" knelt down. Everyone knelt on the ground to welcome Zhou Tong's arrival.

Their beliefs have long been destroyed and reshaped by Zhou Tong's fist and fighting spirit. What they visualized in their hearts has transformed from the demon god to Zhou Tong. At this moment, Zhou Tong is the god they believe in.

Zhou Tong walked step by step on the road of Tianwu City, and he could easily feel that the power of faith was constantly blessing him. However, these powers of faith are still very complicated now. Once his thoughts are touched, he will feel contaminated.

"The power of faith is indeed a taboo in this world... Without the Sutra of the Future, No Birth, it is impossible to control the incense of faith!" Zhou Tong was also speechless.

After truly touching these beliefs, Zhou Tong understood that if he accepted these incense thoughts wholeheartedly, his beliefs would be distorted and turned into a true god of war in their minds.

"The cultivation system in this world has great disadvantages!" Feeling the power of faith, Zhou Tong sighed in his heart and looked at the witch and ghost monks whose beliefs were destroyed and reshaped.

This spiritual cultivation system emphasizes the "purity" of thoughts, but if a person's thoughts are too pure, what is the difference between them and robots?

The reason why people are human is because of their various complexities. If you really want to get rid of these things, you will easily surrender once you encounter something stronger.

Just like these monks in the Witch and Ghost Realm, Zhou Tong could easily rewritten the true war god in their beliefs with his great perfection of "War Gods and Demon Sutra", deified himself and become their war god.

Moreover, once this belief is tampered with by others, you will almost never notice any change.

This is why the thoughts are too pure. If their thoughts are a little more messy, they will naturally be able to detect many problems.

Zhou Tong walked forward step by step and soon arrived in front of Yu Wutong, Wuguidao and the monk Yunii Jingren of the Dachan Temple.

"Yu Wutong, the Witch and Ghost Dao, pays homage to the God of War!!" Yu Wutong knelt down and gave Zhou Tong a great gift.

Zhou Tong nodded slightly and said, "From today on, the Witch and Ghost Dao will be renamed 'Mine Sect'!"

The monk Jingren on the side slapped his face slightly. What a broken name, it’s too rustic. It sounds like a mining person.

He subconsciously glanced at Zhou Tong and thought to himself: "Will this human immortal discover some treasure from the Manghuang Continent, so he directly conquered us and let us go and mine for him!"

"Yes!" At this moment, Yu Wutong's soul and thoughts were almost all controlled by Zhou Tong, and there was no room for resistance. Of course, he would not resist either, because in his heart, Zhou Tong was the god of war he visualized every day.

Zhou Tong signaled him to stand aside, then looked at a big monk beside Yu Wutong.

"Monkey Jingren?" Zhou Tong looked at the man and spoke.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that there was a person like you in the world!" Monk Jingren said the Buddha's name, and his voice was a little surprised and a little sigh.

Zhou Tong's eyes swept over the monk Jingren and finally fell on the large pocket he was carrying.

The material of this pocket looks a bit strange, neither silk nor numb, it looks like leather, but it is not the skin of any animal. And if you look closely, it is almost the same as human skin, and it is also the skin of a human immortal with no leakage in its body.

Similarly, this big pocket was tightly tied by a rope, and the rope was not woven by ordinary silk thread, but the tendons of some kind of creature, and it seemed that it was not the tendons of animals, but the tendons of humans.

At the same time, a huge stream of pure yang power faintly escaped from his pocket.

This pocket is the Qiankun cloth bag containing the heritage of the Dazen Temple!!

Zhou Tong continued: "Monkey Jingren, you should know what I am looking for you now!"

"Haha, since the Great Zen Temple was destroyed and I escaped from heaven, I have been hiding in the wild continent. I have been hiding for twenty years, but I didn't expect that I was still coming to the door!" Monk Jingren was sad at this moment and couldn't help laughing loudly.

But although his laughter was a bit heroic, it seemed desolate and sad. It seemed that a hero who was so angry that he was at the end of his journey, which made the listeners cry.

"Today I was found by a human immortal, so I have been exhausted. But don't you hear that it is better to be broken than to be a complete one? Let me see the true combat power of human immortals today!"

Monk Jingren laughed wildly and suddenly pushed out his palm, his whole body was as strong as a giant dragon and elephant.

"Dragon Elephant Seal!"

What Monk Jingren used was the unique skill of the Great Zen Temple - the Dragon and Elephant Dharma Seal. As his fist intention changed, it seemed as if a giant dragon and a giant elephant were constantly changing, with infinite power.

This is the full blow from Monk Jingren, and the cassock on his body is swelled up by this terrifying power. His whole body has been enlarged out of thin air, and he looks like a guardian god in Buddhism.

However, the attack came to an abrupt end as soon as it came out.

Zhou Tong didn't take action at all. He just glanced at the eyes and suppressed the invincible fist that dominated the present, and immediately suppressed Monk Jingren. All his movements and qi and blood were suppressed by Zhou Tong in an instant.

"You..." Monk Jingren was about to speak, but seemed to notice something, showing a shocked look. He stopped resisting, but let Zhou Tong walk to him and took away the Qiankun cloth bag that he regarded as life.

"Yu Wutong, take me to the city lord's mansion!" Zhou Tong got what he wanted, directly removed the intention of the fist, and at the same time spoke to the side.

"Yes!!" Yu Wutong immediately walked to Zhou Tong and led the way in front.

After Monk Jingren got up again, there was a hint of shock in his eyes: "That's right, this boxing intention, this boxing intention is exactly the same as Master Yin Yue!! It's the "Tathagata Sutra"! He is actually the descendant of my Dazen Temple!!"

"It's saved! The Great Zen Temple is saved! A human immortal is alive, and there is hope for reconstruction of the Great Zen Temple!!" Monk Jingren suppressed the excitement in his heart and roared in his heart.

But what followed, his heart was filled with worry: "But unfortunately, it was not the Amitabha Sutra of the Past, and I don't know whether he was the descendant of the Dacheng Temple, or did he accidentally get the Tathagata Sutra of the present, or the Daqian person who grabbed the Tathagata Sutra of the present?"

"No, it's impossible for a big dealer. If it were a big dealer, I would have killed me long ago." Monk Jingren woke up from the excitement, but his heart was in a mess.

He couldn't figure out what the immortal in front of him wanted to do.
Chapter completed!