The Beginning of Panlong: Three Realms in Vertical and Horizontal

And now, Li Ming has lived in this mountain village for two years.

Two years were not worth mentioning in his long life, but the feelings of getting along with and communicating with the villagers were by no means false.

Seeing those familiar people being slaughtered and looted, an unknown fire emerged from the bottom of my heart.

With Li Ming's mental power to'dominate' the third realm, he can naturally dominate himself and abandon these feelings.

But dominating is still just'dominating oneself'.

In an instant, Li Ming placed himself in the mundane, looking up at the world from a mundane perspective.

"Kacha" Li Ming's hunting bow was directly squeezed off, his figure flashed, and he appeared in the mountain village at a speed that the naked eye could not see clearly.

"Dead~"

With Li Ming's low growl, invisible fluctuations burst from Li Ming's body.

This mental power fluctuation is absolutely precise and absolutely pure.

The fifty-two robbers who were burning, killing and looting in the unnamed mountain village, their hideous smiles still remained on their faces, but Li Ming's energy completely cut off their vitality.

Looking down on the mountain village, I saw the villagers who had returned from going out to return to the village to rescue the wounded but were horrified by the robbers who died suddenly. When some villagers returned home, they found that their relatives had been killed by the robbers and cried loudly.

Above the mountain village, Li Ming's mental energy enveloped the entire mountain village, feeling the pain and helplessness of the villagers, and sighed slightly.

Dominate yourself, a move of your heart can resolve disasters for this mountain village.

But the people who really dominate their own will and absolute self will care about the small mountain village.Even if you have compassion for sentient beings, the disaster among sentient beings is more than just a small mountain village.

If it is a real mundane, although the heart is as I feel, and is willing to fight to the death of these robbers for the small mountain village, but what kind of disasters can all living beings and mere mortal creatures resist?

Li Ming left a sigh and left the small mountain village alone.

He continues to experience mundane creatures.

Wumu City, a small city rich in spices, the merchants coming and going bring prosperity to the small city.

"The peel of the jade fruit, dry goods, three taels of silver per catty."

"Crusted pepper, chopped, one or two silver and five catties."

"Musk, two taels of silver and one dollar."

Wearing a cloth and leather hat, Li Ming sells goods like a real hawker.

Not to mention, the business is pretty good, is there some merchants who buy spices from Li Ming in large quantities, and then sell them to other places far away.

After the spices were sold out, Li Ming returned home with an empty cart.

As a new spice merchant, Li Ming's house in the city is not big and his family is surrounded by walls.

But soon, he twisted an accessory in the room and a hidden door opened.

Li Ming picked up a torch, followed the road winding down the hidden door, and after a while, passed an entrance into the empty tunnel.

Chapter 22 Moral Life (2)

Da da da."The solemn footsteps are particularly conspicuous in the empty palace.

Soon, step by step into the palace.

In the underground palace, it was not that there was no one, but there were dozens of figures like Li Ming, wearing black robes and wrapping their bodies in them.

Although they noticed Li Ming's arrival, they didn't make a sound. They just glanced at this'member' curiously.

Li Ming naturally mixed into this group of black figures.

In just a few minutes, about twenty people in black entered the palace from different directions.

And a man in black who seems to have a high status --- but under Li Ming's mind, he is an innate.

"Friends~" The innate black-clothed man's voice was low and hoarse, "Tonight, we gather here, all for our Almighty Lord, the Great Lord."

"Lord, will give us peace, give us strength, give us wealth."

Li Ming below has no expression on his face, but he wants to laugh a little inside.

Now, his'real' identity is a'secret' under the command of Lishanbao, who is commanding the tribal forces around thousands of miles.

Lishan Fort is a force composed of five families with surnames, and the strongest is no more than the real person of Vientiane, but the ancestor of this force.This force governs the mundane territory of thousands of miles, and naturally it will raise some spies to collect all kinds of intelligence in the area of ​​influence.

And the spies in charge of Gumu City passed the news that there seemed to be someone secretly preaching in Gumu City.

This is incredible.

Preaching is different from preaching.

It is said that it is passed, but it is actually taken.

Preaching can be charming and convincing.

In this world, there is no such thing as gathering beliefs. Preaching means seeking wealth and power, and the means of mission control people's hearts.

It should be understood that there are very few missionary forces in the entire Winter Travel World, because sect forces and orthodox Taoist preaching conflict with each other.

Knowing that there are forces within the scope of preaching, Lishanbao still attaches great importance to it, and directly let Li Ming, the'innate' little master, hide and enter the Wumu City to explore.

It took Li Ming half a month to pretend to be a rather capable businessman, and finally lurked into this'Almighty Cult' believer.

"It seems that this sect is not too powerful, and this so-called leading'big toast' is just a congenital, not as good as my disguised strength!"

Soon, the "Big Toast" of the cult, which was considered to be weak, ended leading the believers to sacrifice, and then asked the believers for offerings to the "gods".

It is said that it is worship, but it is actually gold and silver, which is why Li Ming thinks this cult is not popular.

Gold and silver are just the most common and mundane wealth. They are of a slightly higher level. They use the'Yuan Ye' to act as currency. Of course, for truly powerful practitioners, it is difficult for Yuan Ye to exchange the treasures they want.

This cult can only collect some gold and silver, and the pattern must not be much larger.

Soon, the big toast came to Li Ming. Li Ming also took out some gold from Shanruliu and gave it to him, but his eyes were locked on the big toast concealed, thinking about whether he can capture the opponent with his innate strength. under.

Of course, the fanatical emotions of the believers around him may bring him little trouble, but that's all.

But Li Ming temporarily gave up this tempting idea.

Without him, because he still intends to see who else is behind this big toast.

Although on the surface, it seems to be just a cult of influx, but this quite empty hall underground, I am afraid that ordinary people can not be made out.