The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 82: The goal is to cut off the nation’s lifeline!

Xiu Nuo actually knew that the national pulse restricted the upper limit of cultivation.

But this situation usually happens to people who are deeply tied to the mortal world, such as some royal relatives of the mortal dynasty who embark on the path to immortality.

Or there are practitioners who rely on the destiny of a country. Such people usually devote themselves to making the country more prosperous so that their practice can be higher.

But, no matter whether they are royal relatives or practitioners like the national teacher, they will stop practicing after reaching a certain level.

Because the mortal kingdom is still the mortal kingdom after all. In a world with cultivators, no matter how big it develops, it can never be compared with some sects.

If one wants to break through at this time, one can only wait until the mortal kingdom perishes and cut off the red dust. The price is possible death. If one can get through this calamity, one can break through and then stand up again.

But they all rely on the destiny of the mortal world to practice. Most of these guys are from small sects and don’t have such courage.

But Xiunuo himself has nothing to do with this thing, why?
and many more!

Humanitarian incense?

Xiunuo's expression became interesting. The incense of humanity that he had used to improve his cultivation was bound to the destiny of the United States, wasn't it?

Therefore, there are now two ways to increase the upper limit of cultivation.

One is to help America become the world hegemon here, but judging from the shape of the eagle's wings and his understanding of the world, it already is.

There are no cultivators in this world. Even if there are so many countries, the upper limit is just that. Even if you conquer the world with this method, how much cultivation can you achieve? Most importantly, there is a mysterious hometown that he has always been worried about.

And the second way.

There is no construction without destruction. Turning the destiny of the dynasty into one's own cultivation is a very dangerous method. If it succeeds, it means cultivating the way for the common people and ascending to heaven with merit.

However, the turbid air of the mundane world and the changes of this mortal world can lead to the slightest discomfort or mistake, which can lead to possession at best and complete fall into the devil's way from which there can be no recovery at worst.

Can.
I am a demon cultivator!
There is another way for the demon cultivators, which is to float corpses everywhere in troubled times, devour the resentment of living beings, and transform the karma of the world into their own cultivation.

Xiunuo looked at the eagle with spread wings. Baihunwence would not have given Xiunuo such a clear answer. Fortunately, the merits of the Heavenly Dao in his body helped him make up for it all.

Xiunuo's eyes glowed with a faint fluorescence, and his gaze continued to move forward. Finally, Xiunuo found the answer he wanted.

There was a dim light under the eagle's feet.

Xiunuo raised the corner of his mouth, that's right.

You are really hindering my practice!

I don't have the time or awareness to transform myself into a Taoist in order to revive the spiritual energy of this place and allow the people to ascend to heaven, and then I can destroy it and then rebuild it.

Demon cultivators, you have your own path to follow! It has always been the case that others can help me in my demon cultivation. When did I ever say that I, a demon cultivator, can help you accomplish something?
I'm determined to cut off the lifeline of America!
But the moment Xiunuo decided to do this, the eagle seemed to sense something.

It turned its head and its pair of eagle eyes seemed to have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers and stared at Xiunuo.

broken!

Xiunuo's heart was shocked. The moment he decided to do this, he would become a complete enemy of the country.

Xiu Nuo immediately formed a seal with his hands and said softly: "Disperse!"

At this moment, the giant eagle cried and a golden light hit Xiunuo.

At the moment when Xiunuo's figure was about to disappear, the golden light hit him directly.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated in an instant, and the demonic energy in the sky suddenly collapsed.

Xiu Nuo is only at the third level of Qi training now. Without the merits of Heaven, he would not be able to see this scene. Now that he has seen it, there is naturally a price to pay.

Even with the blood burning technique, it is still not enough.

"Puff!" Blood spurted out of Xiunuo's mouth, and the aura in his body became extremely chaotic in an instant.

If you don't do something, the next step will probably be death.

Xiu Nuo sat cross-legged, his mind falling into the sea of ​​consciousness, only to see that the sea of ​​consciousness was in great chaos, with a golden light wreaking havoc here.

Youli stood in the sea of ​​consciousness, the sword trembling, trying hard to suppress the golden light.

But it seemed that it could not hold on any longer. Xiu Nuo concentrated his mind, raised his hand and drew a picture, and saw that the demonic energy in the sea of ​​consciousness that had been shattered suddenly gave birth to eight black spots out of thin air.

Above the black spots, demonic energy was rising, and there were three more black spots, from which hundreds of wronged souls emerged and entangled themselves on the golden light.

At the same time, Jonas, who was about to go crazy, felt pain all over his body. He fell to his knees on the ground with beads of sweat on his face.

Not only him, in a hotel, Wang Fugui and several others fell to the ground in extreme pain.

Inside the prison, John was foaming at the mouth, and the frightened prison guards quickly called for a doctor.

All those who had been planted with the demon seed by Xiunuo began to experience abnormalities in their bodies.

And with the appearance of those wronged souls, the originally raging golden light began to be strangled.

After a long time, Xiunuo slowly opened his eyes.

Then, Xiunuo stood up, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Gradually, a rampant smile appeared on Xiunuo's face.

"I'm sorry, you didn't kill me. Now it's your turn to suffer!"

Xiunuo looked around and saw that the cemetery had been badly destroyed.

Xiunuo, who already had experience, walked towards the security room, and then a ball of fire flew out.

After doing all this, Xiunuo walked out and saw Jonas lying on the ground twitching.

Xiunuo walked over, and a ball of demonic energy flew out from his palm and injected into Jonas' body.

Jonas's trembling body finally stopped.

He looked at Xiu Nuo tremblingly: "Boss, what happened just now? I felt like I was about to see God."

"Nothing, I got into some trouble, that's natural for you guys."

"us?"

Xiu Nuo didn't say anything, but just said: "Let's go, let's leave here first, this is making quite a noise."

Jonas glanced at the cemetery that looked like it had been plowed by an excavator and said quickly, "We have to go! If the media takes pictures of us, the people of Los Angeles will tear us to pieces."

The two got in the car and headed towards Silver Lake.

Jonas was still frightened. He understood what his boss meant, that if anything happened to him, they would not be any better off either.

Suddenly, Xiunuo in the back seat said, "Jonas, let me ask you something."

"Please tell me."

"If the president of the United States dies, will America be in chaos?"

The simplest and most effective way to cut off the national pulse is to create chaos here first. Anyone who directly confronts the national pulse will at least have to go through a spiritual calamity.

As far as Xiunuo could remember, when the emperor of a country died, there would inevitably be chaos over fighting for the throne.

Jonas's answer was, however.

"Uh, probably not boss."

"No? I mean die in public."

"Well, actually, they are all about the same. There have been ten presidents who have been assassinated in American history. Four of them died, and one was shot in the head while facing the cheers of the people. As for the chaos you mentioned, society will be a little chaotic, but that's all. That was fifty or sixty years ago. It won't happen now."

Jonas said jokingly: "People all know that the current president is either a fool or a lunatic."

“Is this kind of president okay?”

Jonas was silent for a moment and then said, "Is there a problem? Even so, America is still strong, isn't it?"

Xiunuo looked out the window. The car had already entered the city. Looking at the bustling crowd, Xiunuo said slowly: "Maybe, but it won't be for long."

(End of this chapter)