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He could find the disciples of the Evil Sect through the statues because the statues had the mystical capacity to contain faith.
Without this capability, it would be impossible for him to sense so many Evil Sect disciples just through the statues.
The peculiar power vanished, or it could be said it completely rged into the twelve pieces of jade.
The white jade turned ink-black, resembling charcoal.
If one hadn’t witnessed the transformation of the white jade, it would be hard to believe that this charcoal-like thing was transford from white jade.
The color changed, and the texture also altered; it was a fundantal transformation.
Chu Zhiyuan picked up a piece of black jade, weighed it, and indeed it was as light as wood.
He examined this charcoal-like white jade, thought for a mont, and a flying knife appeared in his hand.
The tip of the knife gently scraped this piece of jade.
Fine powder fell, and the jade gradually transford into a statue with multiple limbs.
It was the statue of the Huaisu Sect.
After carving, he sensed it but found nothing unusual.
He pinched it lightly, and with a "bang," the statue turned into powder.
Then he took out another piece of jade, moved the flying knife, more fine powder fell, and another statue was carved.
This one was a statue with three heads and six arms.
One hand held a knife, another a sword, one a spear, another an arrow, one a stick, and another a halberd.
The three heads resembled fierce-eyed deities, exuding a malevolent aura.
It was a statue of the Fearless Sect.
He ford hand seals with both hands, and as the Fearless Great Perfection handprint was completed, a vast power poured down, ready to fall into his palms.
At this mont, his palms held the statue.
The vast power poured into the statue, causing it to light up montarily.
A peculiar force descended again, and suddenly he felt a strange sensation.
It seed as if this statue had established so mystical connection with him.
When he focused his mind on this statue, he had a mysterious feeling.
It was as if he had established a strange link with the powers beyond, allowing him to borrow these exterior forces.
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 erged, he noticed his connection with the beyond was deepening, becoming firr and closer.
Vaguely, a towering giant idol seed to appear before his eyes, suspended in the void, overlooking all beings.
The gaze of this majestic idol fell upon him.
Vast, mighty, invincible, brave.
An indescribable aura enveloped his heart; he felt fearless, his heart steadfast as a rock.
He felt an urge to jump into battle against enemies, slaughtering them rcilessly.
He withdrew his thoughts, and the sword soul in his mind struck at the statue.
The statue flickered.
Chu Zhiyuan continued to strike.
"Bang!" The statue suddenly lit up brightly, exploding with a dull sound.
Fragnts flew.
He swept his sleeve.
A fierce wind howled, sweeping the fragnts away, over the wall, into the sky.
Just then, a gust of wind blew, scattering these fragnts in all directions.
Chu Zhiyuan sighed in relief.
This really wasn’t a joke; his initial prayer already got a response.
If he were to pray a few more tis, he might establish a stable connection, thereby becoming a follower of that statue.
This would qualify him to beco a disciple of the Evil Sect, and if he practiced the accompanying ntal thod, he might beco a true disciple of the Evil Sect.
Becoming a disciple of the Evil Sect was just that easy, that’s why there were so many Evil Sect disciples.
He faintly understood that once he began practicing the ntal thod, the outer heaven power would assist in cultivation.
The ntal thod could be quickly mastered, and after that, he could devour essence blood and advance rapidly.
Initially targeting those without martial arts, as he advanced, he could devour the essence blood of more powerful individuals.
The stronger one devours, the faster one advances.
When one’s strength is sufficient, devouring essence blood that is too weak can no longer increase cultivation.
Through prayer and the connection with the Fearless Sect statue, he inexplicably gained a deeper understanding of the Evil Sect and learned this.
He felt more and more heavily burdened.
Thus, it was so easy to beco an Evil Sect disciple, and this ease of entry was much faster and simpler than the orthodox way.
A typical Martial Arts practitioner would need to lay a foundation, requiring at least two or three years of hard work.
Whereas an Evil Sect disciple, with the help of outer heaven power, might only need a few days.
Everyone is in a hurry for quick success, eager for comfort and lazy.
How could such efficiency not attract people?
How could he completely eradicate the Evil Sect, uproot its foundation?
Break this array?
Yet, even if the array is destroyed, as long as the statues exist, they can connect to the outer world.
But if the array isn’t destroyed, then statues can be continuously produced.
So he needs to do both, eliminate the array and collect the statues.
Only then can he completely sever the connection to the outer world and fully extinguish the Evil Sect.
As he thought of this, he realized the arduous task ahead, not sothing that could be accomplished in a short ti.
Let’s see to what extent my Glazed Blade Scripture can advance after killing these Evil Sect demons.
If I kill all the Evil Sect demons and the Glazed Blade Scripture still isn’t perfected, what should I choose?
Do I nurture the enemy for my own advantage, or unhesitatingly eradicate the Evil Sect?
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In the evening, Chu Zhiyuan walked slowly, Zou Fang trailing closely behind him.
He covered an area of six kiloters; wherever there were Evil Sect disciples, they were all killed one by one.
With one go, he walked to the outer city, then to the South City Gate, and continued south.
The twilight was heavy, the fields silent.
He decided to walk a hundred miles, first clearing the Evil Sect disciples within the hundred-mile range south of Yujing City.
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Fifty miles from the South City Gate, deep within the woods on a mountainside.
Six middle-aged n were besieging a young girl.
The girl was long and slender, standing tall and graceful, with long limbs, wielding a knife like lightning.
Though her figure was long, her movents were nimble, advancing and retreating with ease, constantly preventing the six middle-aged n from completely surrounding her.
For a mont, the six middle-aged n could not gain the upper hand.
She wielded a long knife, the blade’s light stacking like snow drifts.
A long knife was sheathed on her back, the sheath azure.
The girl had an oval face, elegant eyebrows, starry eyes, and a nose as straight as a jade tube; despite being outnumbered six to one, she remained composed and graceful in her movents.
A burly middle-aged man laughed heartily: "Little lady, at such a young age, to have such cultivation is truly rare. How about surrendering? We won’t kill you; just join us brothers."
The slender girl pressed her lips tightly, her gaze firm, unmoving as she continued to swing her knife.
"Our brothers will not treat you badly."
"If you resist any longer, later you won’t even be able to wish for death!"
"We’ve encountered quite a few heroines like you, and in the end, they all begged us to kill them."
"Put down the knife now, and we’ll spare your life; otherwise, you won’t even be able to choose death!"
"The last heroine we let live for ten days."
The slender girl coldly spat out four words: "You deserve to die!"
"Ha ha..." The six n laughed loudly as they swung their swords.
"Little lady, that’s how this damn world works. Those who ought to die live on, while the good people have tough luck and die young. What do you say to that? Ha ha..."
"You of the Xuyang Sect all deserve to die!" the slender girl gritted her teeth, swinging her knife even faster.
In her anger, the blade’s light beca even fiercer, montarily forcing the six n to retreat.
They exchanged a glance, suddenly stepping into a peculiar step technique.
The slender girl’s face changed slightly.
She clearly felt the change in the six n, their sword power instantly doubled.
"Stop!" A voice suddenly shouted.
A handso young man floated down from the treetop, drawing his sword to stab at the six n.
"Oh, a ddler has arrived!"
"How interesting, this is a move from the White Cloud Sword Palace!"
"White Cloud Sword Palace, excellent, essence blood is robust, pure beyond asure!"
"Evil Sect demons, perish they must at everyone’s hand!" The handso young man gritted his teeth, his sword light surged, enveloping the six n.
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