In Beihuang, the sky is gloomy, and the pastures that were once lush with water and grass have now turned into desolation.
The Northern Wilderness is vast, even more vast than the Middle Earth, with more plains and less mountains. The human race here mainly survives as tribes. Just like in the ancient wilderness years, every tribe is wandering on the edge of annexation and being annexed.
War is normal for people here.
Colorful brilliance blooms, and purple jade butterflies come across the dreamland.
Buzz, the void twisted, Zhang Chunyi's figure stepped out of an old man's dream, and at this moment, the calm was broken, and the dark fire descended from the sky, igniting the small tribe, and suddenly woke up the entire tribe, and the man who was originally responsible for the warning
The monks had already died without knowing it.
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Woo hoo hoo, the dark wind blew, and ghosts appeared one after another. With ferocious and bloodthirsty smiles, they rushed into the tribe shrouded in dark fire, killing and hunting for human souls wantonly.
And this tribe did not sit still and wait for death. They controlled the wolf monsters and used their magical powers to fight with these ghosts. In the Northern Wilderness, the three most common types of monsters are wolf monsters, eagle monsters and horse monsters. There are many kinds of them.
There are many powerful characters among them, and they can even fight real dragons.
Standing in the void, Zhang Chunyi watched this scene quietly.
"Beihuang seems to be chaotic, but in fact it has its own order. It's just more bloody. The reason why this situation occurs is because all the magic sects have done it intentionally."
"They believe that true demons will only be born in harsh environments. The strong will live and the weak will die. Only in this way can the blood of the human race be maintained. At the same time, some magic methods also require combat, and the blood of blood is used as a refining material."
Recalling the information given by Wu Mian, Zhang Chunyi was thoughtful, and then he turned his gaze to a mountain peak in the distance, where there was a figure. It was an old man with white hair wearing a black robe, a Yin God.
The monks were also the culprits who attacked this tribe.
Phew, the breeze blew, bringing a bit of coolness. As Zhang Chunyi's thoughts turned, those ghosts that were showing their teeth and claws just a moment ago disappeared into ashes. Even the old man fell into Zhang Chunyi's hands.
"Ghosts are ferocious. This is engraved in their bones. The Taoist sect's main attitude towards ghosts is to suppress them, while the Demonic sect seems to have made a different choice. They believe that this is an opportunity brought by the times. Compared with other monsters
, the conditions for ghosts to grow must be simple and too simple. In the early stage, they basically just need to eat people."
"As for the fact that ghosts are ferocious and can easily backfire on their owners, many demon sect monks don't care about this. They pay more attention to the present. In recent years, basically all demon sects have been studying the art of controlling ghosts. Currently, many demon sects have been born.
There are few results, and many demon sects have emerged due to ghost ways."
Through Tongyou Soul Retrieval, Zhang Chunyi got what he wanted to know by watching the old man's memory.
"Can you still be called a human being now?"
Looking at the dull-looking old man in front of him, Zhang Chunyi let out a sigh.
Although the internal competition in the Demon Sect is more brutal, most of the monks are actually normal people. Not all of them are heartless lunatics. It's just that the practice method is special and emphasizes indulgence, so their actions are often more extreme. p>
And this old man was originally an ordinary practitioner, but his temperament changed drastically after he got the method of controlling ghosts. He was cautious at first, but later he became more unscrupulous after tasting the benefits, hunting for this small tribe just to feed his family.
Ghost.
"The purpose of spreading the Dharma widely in the Ghost Mother Palace is not to select disciples, but to cultivate qualifications and high-quality ghosts."
Understanding the essence of the old man, Zhang Chunyi pulled out his soul. At this moment, the cold air became strong.
"While you are refining ghosts, you don't know that you are also being refined. The effort you put in is just to make yourself more delicious, and then send it to others as food."
Looking at the old man's ferocious face, his soul that had been completely distorted and stained with ghostly characteristics, Zhang Chunyi's eyes moved slightly.
After practicing the Ghost Mother Palace method, although the old man has greatly improved his cultivation and has broken through the level of Yin Shen, he is actually committing suicide slowly. He is losing himself step by step. Soon he will become a walking corpse, with the inner being stored inside.
It is no longer a spirit, but a ghost.
The quality of the ghost material transformed by a Yin Shen monk must not be too bad. At the very least, it is a medium-sized bone. There is a certain probability that a high-quality bone will be born, which makes it possible to break through the ghost king.
"It's really a good trick. No wonder the Ghost Mother Palace has gained quite a reputation in the Northern Wilderness within just a few decades since it was born."
With a slightly cold expression on his face, the True Fire of Samadhi burst out, and Zhang Chunyi burned the souls of one part human and nine parts ghost in his hand.
The Ghost Mother Palace is a newly rising sect in the Northern Wilderness. It specializes in the method of controlling ghosts. Its practice speed is very fast, which can be said to be a thousand miles a day. It is much faster than the orthodox magic sect. It is rumored that there are some in its sect.
There are many ghosts and immortals sitting here. The old man practices the method of controlling ghosts just to achieve something, and then worships in the Ghost Mother Palace. Even if he is in the Demon Gate, the principle of enjoying the cool under the big tree remains unchanged. It is a pity that he has such qualifications.
Ordinary casual cultivators were not taken seriously by the Ghost Mother Palace from the beginning.
"Keeping oneself is a fairy, and indulgence is a demon. Compared with the Taoist sect, the atmosphere of this demonic sect is really different."
As soon as a thought occurred, Zhang Chunyi's figure disappeared.
The tribe that was about to be destroyed was surprised and happy when they saw the ghost that died instantly. They all kowtowed and expressed their gratitude, hoping to take this opportunity to connect with a powerful practitioner, but they didn't know that Zhang Chunyi had already drifted away.
There are twelve plains in the Northern Wasteland. In the context of the continuous growth of the Taixuan Realm as a whole, the smallest one is hundreds of thousands of miles in length and breadth, and the place where Fusang Cave Heaven was born is in the Baisha Plain where Zhang Chunyi set foot.
There is a huge spiritual lake in the core area of this original area, which is rich in a special spiritual material, white sand. Its quality ranges from high to low, there are many immortal treasures, and it has a wide range of uses. It is good whether it is used for refining weapons or refining magic.
Therefore, it was named Baisha Lake, and the world also called this plain Baisha Plain.
Because Baisha Lake occupies a very large area and is rich in production resources, there are many demon sects involved here, and it is a place where struggles occur frequently. Some people say that every ounce of white sand is full of human blood.
Rising in the clouds, accompanied by a happy wind, Zhang Chunyi quickly found the location of Fuso Cave, because it was so dazzling that it sunk like a sun into the white sand lake, dyeing the lake water into golden red, which was dazzling. And around it, there are auras of true immortals blooming either openly or secretly. They are all members of the Demon Sect. At this time, the portal to the cave has not yet been opened, and they are all waiting silently.
Opening his eyes, Zhang Chunyi was not surprised when he saw this. Longhu Mountain's power in the Northern Wilderness was extremely weak. If it weren't for the huge noise of Fusang Cave's birth, Longhu Mountain would not have received the news at all. Those true immortals of the Demon Sect were local snakes.
Naturally, his movements are faster than his.
"But we need to speed up."
With a thought, Zhang Chunyi turned into immortal light and rushed towards Baisha Lake. He was actually still far away from there at this time.