153: Amitabha, I am good at winning people over with virtue.

Seeing the flying boat stop ahead, the twelve Demon Generals (Nascent Soul) quickly followed on foot.

These twelve demons were all hideous and ferocious!

Looking at the situation, it seemed that if no one died today, this matter would not be resolved.

Soon after, Song Rentou came over with three Soul Transformation Cultivators and five Nascent Soul Cultivators.

The twelve demons stared at Song Rentou and his group, their eyes wide like copper bells.

Human Race!

Living Human Race!

Living Nascent Soul Realm Human Race!

They just appeared so brazenly in the Demon Race's territory?

Feeling the pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm, the twelve demons became a little hesitant.

If they had come alone, they would have definitely turned around and run, going back to call for reinforcements.

But in the Demon Race, what mattered was Face and reputation.

Now that people were watching, wouldn't he lose a lot of Face if he ran away now?

At this moment, a burly Devil Head with black fur on his hands and feet, resembling a human, stepped forward.

He took a step, turned his head left and right, and swept a disdainful glance at the other Demon Generals.

"Cowards!"

As he spoke, he spat a non-existent mouthful of saliva onto the ground.

Just as the demons lowered their heads in shame, feeling embarrassed by their thoughts of retreating, and Song Rentou and the others stood ready, preparing for this demon to unleash a big move, they saw this demon roll up a black smoke, turn around, and run.

His voice came from the air:

"Not even daring to run, truly cowardly!"

Hmm?

Hmm?

The other Demon Race members also reacted, and immediately scattered.

However, although the Demon Race possessed formidable combat power, Song Rentou's side had Soul Transformation Cultivators overseeing them, so how could they let these Demon Generals escape?

The three Soul Transformation Cultivators each used their methods, and Magic Treasures, long sabers, and small halberds flew in the air.

The Magic Treasures shone brightly, the long sabers gleamed.

The small halberds soared, flashing cold light, and the clanging of metal cut down the Demon Generals.

In a flash, these Devil Heads all died.

The one who fled first had the most tragic death, scattered in pieces.

After doing all this, everyone took the storage rings of these Demon Race members and was about to return to the flying boat.

Gu Liangyuan immediately frowned and let out a light cough.

Under the control of his magical power, the light cough clearly reached the ears of Song Rentou and the others.

Song Rentou was the first to react, reaching out to gather all the corpses of these Devil Heads.

The others also reacted, summoning flames and heavenly lightning to completely burn these corpses into dust.

Just as everyone was burning the corpses, a severed arm in the bonfire suddenly transformed into a streak of light and shot out.

Its speed was comparable to Void Refining.

While everyone was flustered, Gu Liangyuan snorted coldly, and two streams of Xuanhuang Qi followed closely, striking the severed arm.

The severed arm directly exploded, completely disappearing between heaven and earth.

Seeing this, the Elders returned to the flying boat with shame on their Faces.

Gu Liangyuan's figure then appeared, looking at the Elders and the Disciples not far away, and said:

"Now you know why I always tell you to destroy the evidence, right?"

Seeing the Elders lower their heads in silence, Gu Liangyuan said no more words of blame, but instead explained the Forget-Love Peak's spirit of 'four not to spare, two not to save, one must kill' to them and the Disciples present.

Everyone listened, suddenly enlightened.

However, a faint voice was heard among the Disciples:

"Peak Lord, aren't we being too cruel by doing this?"

Before Gu Liangyuan could speak, Song Rentou stepped forward and sternly shouted at that Disciple:

"Foolish!"

"If his corpse were to be left in the wilderness and eaten by some wild beast, that would be truly cruel!"

"We are helping him with cremation and super-salvation, which is in line with the Heavenly Dao, and we even helped him maintain some dignity. How can this be considered cruel?!"

"Our Forgetting Love Peak Disciples are merciful, but other Cultivators are not as merciful as us."

"If they escape because of this, more cruel methods will await you in the future."

That Disciple showed a look of shame, lowered his head, and retreated into the crowd:

"This Disciple understands."

Jun Ao Zhi, at this moment, stood out carrying his wooden stick, his palm forward, softly chanting:

"I am good at convincing people with virtue, Amitabha!"

The Disciples seemed to ponder, then one after another took out their Magic Treasures and carved the character 'virtue' onto them.

Then, imitating Jun Ao Zhi, they all chanted in unison:

"I am good at convincing people with virtue, Amitabha!"

Just then, sunlight shone upon the flying boat, bathing all the Disciples in a layer of sunlight.

Gu Liangyuan looked at this scene, feeling comforted.

Not bad!

Quite a bit of my demeanor!

The powerful being guarding in the shadows watched this scene, frowning and sucking air through his teeth.

To describe destroying the evidence in such a high-sounding way, isn't this a cult?!

Can sending children to Forget-Love Peak really teach them well?

After giving a few more instructions, Gu Liangyuan returned to the cabin, and the remaining Elders and Disciples continued their actions.

Tianyi Old Man scrutinized Gu Liangyuan, exclaiming in wonder:

"I never expected, never expected, that the dignified Forget-Love Peak Lord would teach his Disciples in such a way. I actually quite admired you originally."

Gu Liangyuan: "Oh? And now?"

"Now I admire you even more!"

The two exchanged glances and laughed eerily.

The flying boat continued its journey, and having learned from the previous lesson, it did not cause any more trouble like before this time, and smoothly arrived at the first city.

Looking down from the flying boat, the city was not large, spanning a hundred miles.

Six-zhang-high city walls surrounded it on all sides, with Formations carved onto them, forming a light barrier that enveloped the entire city in a semi-circular light curtain.

Moreover, there were Demon Soldiers patrolling back and forth on the city walls, maintaining strict vigilance.

To enter this city, one could only enter through the four city gates: east, west, south, and north.

However, since ancient times, Humans and Demons have been irreconcilable; the Human Race is very sensitive to Devilish Qi, and the Demon Race is exceptionally sensitive to human Qi.

It was impossible for so many Disciples to sneak across, so they could only launch a direct assault.

Due to the prolonged stop of the flying boat, a patrolling Demon Soldier noticed the commotion and quickly ran to a Demon Race member dressed as a captain, pointing at the flying boat in the sky and chattering something, occasionally pointing.

The captain nodded, then flew up and came before the flying boat:

"Friend, this is Lord Senjie's territory, please do not cross the border."

The light barrier on the flying boat twisted, emitting Devilish Qi, and Jun Ao Zhi, carrying his 'convince with virtue' wooden stick, walked out.

He bowed and scraped, coming to the side of the Demon Master captain:

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we are a merchant caravan."

Sensing Jun Ao Zhi's cultivation, which was barely that of a Demon Master, and his respectful attitude, the captain subconsciously raised his head a few degrees:

"Then why don't you retreat quickly!"

Jun Ao Zhi smiled, reaching into his bosom with his right hand, as if taking something and holding it in his fist:

"Friend, I have a treasure here, would you like to see it?"

Seeing this, the captain thought Jun Ao Zhi wanted to enter the city and was trying to bribe him, so his mind stirred, and he leaned his head closer.

Yet, he still feigned saying:

"Caravan passage needs to be reported to the master, don't make it too difficult for me..."

Before he finished speaking, accompanied by the cracking sound of a skull breaking, the captain suddenly felt the world spin.

He struggled to open his eyes, only vaguely seeing four crooked characters:

"Convince with virtue."

Then his eyelids drooped, and he completely lost all vitality.

As the captain fell, the defensive light barrier on the flying boat immediately opened, and the Elders and Disciples rushed down, cheering excitedly.

Upon landing, they quickly set up a Formation and charged straight towards the city gate!