Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 691
Leaving the Linhai where the mountain courtyard is located, at a glance it is gray and white, flat and nothing else, Zuo Zhuzhi's face changed slightly, and he followed Shuo Prison closely, he was big and had obvious targets, so he was not easy to lose.

Shuo Prison pushed him two steps away, and said helplessly, "Follow me, don't stick to me."

Zuo Zhuzhi sneered, turned to Zhan Changfeng, "Patriarch, have you figured out where to go?"

"Go south." Zhan Changfeng used the location of the boundary gate as a reference. The cave should be to the south of the boundary gate. When she got close to the approximate location, she could determine the specific location based on the area shown on the ancient map.

Zhan Changfeng blessed the spirit boat with a concealment formation, and drove south quickly. Wu Feiyu sat on the side of the boat, looking at the gray land below, and wondered, "Why didn't I see other buildings and people after I came out of Linhai?" , do people in this world only live in an oasis similar to Linhai?"

"Like the oases on the mountain courtyard, there are very few in the whole world. They are usually hidden together with the hermit Taoists. The few oases that are exposed are controlled by some big forces, and most of the ordinary people live In the dungeon."

"The gray and white land in this world is not suitable for growing trees and agricultural plants, so there is no prerequisite for the survival of wild animals, but their underground water system is very developed, with many fish and aquatic plants, and they usually make a living on this."

Zhan Changfeng has dabbled in the customs of all walks of life, telling the news to the best of his knowledge.

"In the era when monks lived in seclusion, there were two types of surnames in Xiaoshengjie. One was the high caste who lived in the oasis, and the other was the low caste who lived underground. If the low caste wanted to enter the oasis, they had to sell themselves as slaves. Due to living in caves for many years and relying on underground rivers to survive, the lower castes are short in stature, with thin faces and pale complexion, and are said to be only half the height of a person."

"Dwarves?" Shuo prison raised a hint of kindness. There are also dwarves in his hometown, but they live in tree holes and are very sinister and cunning. Many tribes don't like to deal with them, but the gods they cast Weapons are the most powerful, and even the Acquired Holy Treasure can be refined.

He thought about it again, "That's not right, isn't the Shanyuan claiming to recruit disciples from the public? Among so many disciples, there seems to be no human race with these characteristics."

"The young ones can't see anything, those old people without cultivation are just like rich and noble idlers." Wu Feiyu smiled, "The mountain courtyard said that it is open to the public, not only for the high caste in other oases people."

"Who knows." She also heard the title of "government army" from the unobstructed voice transmission of those priests. If it refers to people of high caste, since it has been accepted, how can there be any resistance.

"Resistance" carries the color of the enemy's strength and our weakness. How could a group of monks use this word for no reason.

But it's none of their business.

The spirit boat traveled [-] miles a day, and on the second day, Zhan Changfeng found human tracks, and turned to see a small oasis.

"Hey, why are there still a row of iron boxes parked over there, and the oasis seems to be surrounded by a layer of power, but it's not real power." Zuo Zhuzhi drew out the arrow, eager to try, "But I want to see He Fanggao people here?"

"There are no masters." Zhan Changfeng's spiritual sense swept across the entire oasis to find the source of that power, and he was slightly surprised, "There is such a mechanism that can borrow natural power to control power that ordinary people cannot grasp."

Interestingly, this mechanism was hidden in the underground stone room, surrounded by a group of dwarf humans holding strange equipment and wearing gray and white cloaks.This weapon is exactly like a firecracker.

Looking at the tiled houses with wooden and stone structures on the ground, they are luxurious and grand, but the tall people are huddled in the houses. The short people are standing neatly on both sides of the street, and the snow-white courtyard walls behind them are painted one by one. The shocking scarlet letter was like a clap of thunder on the ground, and a shout came from a temple in the southeast, "Down with ghosts and monsters!"

"I control my own life!"

"Eliminate the evil spirits, and return my rivers and mountains!"

"Abolish caste system, the spring of free people is coming!"

"Humans are the masters of heaven and earth, break caste discrimination, overthrow demons and snakes!"

"Let the damn gods go to hell!"

"Long live free government!"

A golden statue was lifted from the shrine by two short men and moved to the center of the courtyard. A group of armed men escorted dozens of tall men and women dressed in gold and silver, forcing them to witness this great moment.

But they didn't buy it, mournful and furious, "You natural slaves, shady rat ants, will be punished sooner or later!"

"God, please open your eyes and accept them!"

A low-caste man who looked like a leader looked at them with contempt and pity, "When you were still trapped in the dream of thousands of years, we opened all the underground rivers in the Leah continent and traveled all over the world. When we were fighting with swords and swords, we invented thermal weapons, and while you are still praying to gods and Buddhas, we are ready to return to the ground and declare war on you and the gods who have never favored us!"

He shouted violently, "Melt their gods!"

A large vat of putrid liquid was lifted up, and the golden statue was about to fall down.
There were several screams from the crowd, and some people fainted in grief.

Zhan Changfeng swept across the plaque of the temple. Coincidentally, it was the temple of King Donglin.

The god servant in the temple was in a hurry. This god servant was originally a low-caste person who turned into a ghost by chance. He was enlightened by the king of Donglin and took the post of god servant to manage the belief here for the king of Donglin. To be nourished by faith, practice and survive.

It’s just that he died very early. In his impression, these low-caste people who live underground and live in vain all day long are barbaric and ignorant. When he thinks back to himself when he was alive, he can’t help but spurn him, but he is no longer that low-caste person. He is not a high caste person, he is a servant of God!

Be the messenger between these high caste people and the gods!
These high caste people have to crawl at his feet!

He must stop this!
But his spells don't have any offensive power, he can only help people find things, make a dream, because his cultivation base has not yet arrived, he can't even show his real body in front of ordinary people.

Even if he could show his real body, his real body was still that stupid look that he couldn't help but despise.

Ah, no, if he showed his real body, wouldn't these low caste people come after him instead?

Unfortunately not.The servant of God denied it again, gathered his meager strength, blew up the cloak for a while, and kicked down a small decoration for a while. Seeing that the golden statue of the god was about to be pushed into the vat, he opened his mouth anxiously. , Just like catching fish in the underground river, he bit the wrist of the man who carried the statue fiercely.

There was a sudden pain in the wrist of the lifting figure, and when he looked down, he suddenly saw a row of tooth marks on his wrist, and beads of blood gushed out.

He was so frightened that his hands trembled, the golden statue fell into the rotten liquid, and there was a hissing sound, and bursts of yellow mist steamed up.

　The winter solstice is full of yang, and the monarch is long, so congratulations.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)