He could locate the disciples of various evil sects through the statues because the statues possessed the wonder of accommodating faith.
Without this wonder, he couldn't possibly sense so many evil sect disciples through the statues alone.
The strange power disappeared, or rather, it completely integrated into the twelve pieces of jade.
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The white jade turned ink black, resembling charcoal.
He examined this charcoal-like white jade, thought for a moment, and a flying knife appeared in his hand.
The tip of the knife gently scraped across the jade.
Dust fell, and the jade gradually transformed into a statue with a human body and multiple legs.
It was precisely the statue of the Huaisu Sect.
After carving it, he sensed around, but there was nothing unusual.
He gently pinched it, and with a "bang," the statue instantly turned into powder.
Then, he took out another piece of jade, the flying knife moved, powder fell, and another statue was carved.
It was a statue with three heads and six arms.
One hand held a knife, one hand held a sword, one hand held a spear, one hand held an arrow, one hand held a club, and one hand held a halberd.
All three heads resembled angry Vajras, filled with chilling baleful aura.
It was the statue of the Fearless Sect.
He formed hand seals, and as soon as the Fearless Great Perfection hand seal was completed, a vast power poured down directly, about to land within his palms.
At this moment, his palms gripped the statue.
The vast power poured directly into the statue, and the statue seemed to light up for a moment.
A strange power descended again, and he suddenly had a strange feeling.
It was as if this statue had established some mysterious connection with him.
Concentrating his mind on this statue, he had a vague feeling.
It was as if he had established some strange connection with the power from beyond the heavens, capable of borrowing the power from beyond.
With a thought, he not only focused his mind on the statue, but also began to pray, transmitting his reverence and worship to the statue.
As soon as this thought emerged, he found that his connection with the outside world was deepening, becoming more solid, and becoming more intimate.
Faintly, a towering giant statue seemed to appear before his eyes, suspended in the void, overlooking all living beings.
The gaze of this towering giant statue fell upon him.
Vast, powerful, invincible, valiant.
A strange aura instantly surrounded his heart, fearless, his heart like a rock.
He couldn't wait to throw himself into battle now, fighting with the enemy, killing them until not a single piece of armor remained.
He withdrew his thoughts, and the knife soul in his mind slashed towards the statue.
The statue flickered.
Chu Zhiyuan continued to slash.
"Bang!" The statue suddenly shone brightly, and with a muffled sound, it suddenly shattered.
Fragments flew everywhere.
He waved his sleeve.
A gale roared, sweeping away the fragments, flipping over the wall, and flying into the sky.
Just at this moment, a gust of wind blew, scattering the powder in all directions.
Chu Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
This was really no joke, there was a response the first time he prayed.
If he prayed a few more times, he might establish a stable connection, thereby becoming a believer of that statue. This would fulfill the conditions to become a disciple of the evil sect. As long as he practiced the matching mental cultivation method, he would probably become a true disciple of the evil sect.
Becoming a disciple of the evil sect was so easy, so simple, which is why there were so many evil sect disciples.
He vaguely knew that once he started practicing the mental cultivation method, this otherworldly power would help him cultivate.
The mental cultivation method could be quickly mastered, and after mastering it, one could devour essence blood and advance by leaps and bounds.
First, one would deal with those who didn't know martial arts, and as one improved, one could gradually devour the essence blood of more powerful people.
The stronger one devoured, the faster one advanced.
When one was strong enough, devouring the essence blood of the weak would no longer be able to improve one's cultivation.
Through prayer, through the connection with the Fearless Sect statue, he inexplicably had a deeper understanding of the evil sect.
He understood these things.
His heart became even heavier.
In this way, one could easily become a disciple of the evil sect, and it was so easy to get started, which was much faster and easier than the orthodox path.
Normal martial artists, to truly get started, must first lay a foundation, which takes at least two or three years of hard work.
But these evil sect disciples, with the help of otherworldly power, might only need a few days.
Everyone is eager for quick success and instant benefits, and everyone is greedy for ease and averse to labor.
How could this difference in efficiency not attract people?
How can I completely destroy the evil sect and dig out the roots of the evil sect?
Destroy this formation?
But even if this formation is destroyed, as long as the statue exists, it can connect to the outside world.
But if this formation is not destroyed, it can continuously produce statues.
Therefore, a two-pronged approach is needed. The formation must be eradicated, and the statues must also be confiscated.
Only in this way can the connection with the outside world be completely severed, and only then can the evil sect be completely destroyed.
Thinking of these things, he deeply felt that the task was heavy and the road was long, and it could not be completed in a short time.
Let's see to what extent the Glazed Blade Sutra can improve after killing these evil sect demons.
If all the evil sect demons are killed, and the Glazed Blade Sutra has not yet been perfected, what should I choose?
Should I nurture bandits to maintain my importance, or should I relentlessly exterminate the evil sect?
At dusk, Chu Zhiyuan walked slowly, and Zou Fang followed closely behind him.
Covering a radius of six thousand meters, wherever he passed, any evil sect disciples were killed one by one.
He walked all the way to the outer city, then to the south gate, and continued to walk south.
The twilight was heavy, and the wilderness was silent.
He decided to walk a hundred miles out of the city, first clearing the evil sect disciples within a hundred miles south of Jade Capital City.
Fifty miles from the south gate, in the depths of a forest halfway up a mountain.
Six middle-aged men were besieging a young girl.
The girl was tall and well-proportioned, graceful and slender, with long hands and feet, wielding her blade like lightning.
Although her figure was slender, her movements were agile, advancing and retreating freely, sometimes in front and sometimes behind, never allowing the six middle-aged men to completely surround her.
For a time, the six middle-aged men could not gain the upper hand.
She wielded a long saber, the saber light layered like piled snow.
She carried a long saber on her back, the scabbard was deep blue.
The girl had an oval face, delicate eyebrows and bright eyes, and a straight nose like a jade pipe. Although she was fighting six against one, at a disadvantage, her movements were elegant and composed.
A rough middle-aged man laughed heartily: "Little lady, you are so young but have such cultivation, it's really not easy. Why don't you surrender? We won't kill you, you can just follow us brothers."
The slender girl pursed her cherry lips tightly, her eyes firm, unmoved, and continued to wield her blade.
"We brothers will never mistreat you."
"If you resist again, we will make you wish you were dead!"
"We have encountered many chivalrous women like you, and in the end, they all begged us to kill them."
"Now put down your blade, and we can give you a chance to live. Otherwise, you won't even be able to die!"
"The last chivalrous woman, we let her live for ten days."
The slender girl coldly spat out four words: "You deserve to die!"
"Haha โ โ . โ" The six men laughed incessantly while wielding their swords.
"Little lady, this damned world is like this. Those who deserve to die can't die, but those good people suffer and die early. What do you say? Haha โ โ โ .."
"You Xuyang Sect all deserve to die!" The slender girl gritted her teeth and swung her blade faster.
In her anger, the saber light became even more fierce, forcing the six men to retreat for a time.
They exchanged glances and suddenly stepped out with strange footwork.
The slender girl's expression changed slightly.
She clearly felt the changes in the six men, and the power on their swords instantly doubled.
"Stop!" A sharp shout suddenly rang out.
A handsome young man fell from the treetops, drawing his sword and stabbing at the six men.
"Oh, here comes someone to fight for justice!"
"Interesting, interesting, this is the White Cloud Sword Palace's move!"
"White Cloud Sword Palace is good, the essence blood is strong, incomparably pure!"
"Evil sect demons, everyone should punish them!" The handsome young man gritted his teeth, and the sword light surged, sweeping towards the six men.
