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The seeds of disintegration have been planted in the Northern Alliance since its inception!
The reason for the establishment of the Northern Alliance is very simple. It is to find a way out for the large number of casual cultivators who gathered in the northern area of the East China Sea cultivation world. The so-called Northern Alliance just means the Northern Sea Area Rogue Cultivator Alliance.
It is precisely because of the purpose of the founding of Bei League that Bei League adheres to the spirit of "the sea embraces all rivers and lets a hundred flowers bloom" and continues to attract elites among casual practitioners.
It is precisely for this reason that in just two or three thousand years since its establishment, the Northern League has grown from a loose alliance of casual cultivators to a veritable large-scale sect worthy of the name under the situation of the Crystal Palace dominating the East China Sea cultivation world.
And in the thousands of years since then to today, the Northern Alliance has always maintained stable development and status. At its peak, it had six Dharma Masters, and at its lowest, there were three masters stationed on Qianyuan Island.
However, it is precisely because of this continuous absorption of elite monks among casual cultivators that the Northern League has not been able to truly establish a complete inheritance system belonging to the Northern League. Those monks who were absorbed into the Northern League may have extremely important
They have high qualifications and talents, but they have a kind of alienation from Bei League: they have no emotion for Bei Union. At most, it is just a mutual exchange of interests and mutual dependence, without emotional maintenance.
Very few people will truly contribute what they have learned without reservation as a basis for establishing a perfect inheritance for the sect, and most of those monks are casual cultivators. Although they have good talents, most of them have incomplete inheritance and cannot
It is a blessing to reach the late stage of Dharma cultivation. It is extremely difficult to condense pure Yang Dharma. As for achieving true spirit, it is even more of a joke.
There are many sects in the world of cultivation that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, no matter how big or small. However, there has never been a large sect like Bei Meng. From its establishment to the present, there has never been a monk who has achieved true spirituality, not even Old Chunyang.
Ancestors have never appeared. This is why the Northern League has always been looked down upon by various sects, even sects that are not as powerful as them. The fundamental reason is that the Northern League has never put together a complete inheritance system.
These monks who joined the Northern League on the way each have their own backgrounds and experiences, and have already formed their own inherent values. Due to the lack of collective identity, these monks joined the Northern League due to their natural looseness and the tendency of survival of the fittest.
The selfish values formed by walking in the world of cultivation made them either go their own way or fight for power and gain, forming factions from the beginning.
As time went by, the originally lax covenant rules of the Northern League lost their binding power. The monks who joined the Northern League were good and bad. Many who had a bad reputation in the cultivation world and even some sects who were rebellious often regarded joining the Northern League as a member.
This kind of protection made Bei Meng more and more jealous, but there was nothing they could do about this behemoth.
However, when the Northern League finally comes to an end due to its own reasons, those sect forces that had previously tolerated it will not mind stepping on it at this time, artificially speeding up the process.
So Qianyuan Island's mountain-protecting formation was broken open so suddenly, without any warning in advance, so that the attacking Mo Luo army was in a daze for a moment, and then they let out bloodthirsty sounds.
He screamed wildly and charged into Qianyuan City.
Without the support of the mountain-protecting formation, even if the strength of this Moluo army has been lost enough, it is not something that the monks of the Northern Alliance can stop. The entire Qianyuan Island suddenly turned into a Shura field.
"This formation is really broken!"
Lu Ping looked at this giant island with a radius of thousands of miles from a distance. It would soon become the target of carving up between the human and demon clans and dozens of small and large forces.
"This formation must be broken!"
Jiang Tianlin also said the same thing.
The folding fan in the hands of the ancestor of Tianfan opened with a "clatter", and then slowly folded and closed again, saying: "Let's go, someone has moved again, I will find the Northern Alliance Pill Tower as soon as possible."
Inherit the cave!"
Although Mo Luo was consumed a lot by the Northern League monks relying on the island protection formation, the Northern League itself had reached the point of exhaustion. What's more, under the repeated attacks, the morale of the Northern League had already been low. When Mo Luo suddenly
After entering Qianyuan Island, both sides almost started a strategy of perish together.
And at this time, the various forces that had been lurking outside Qianyuan Island finally took action. Not only was Mo Luo falling along the way, but even the monks of the Northern Alliance also died inexplicably, or they were fighting against Mo Luo.
The Northern League monks who fought with Luo died at the same time.
The people who took action were all hiding in the dark, but their cultivation levels were at a high level one by one, and their methods were more ruthless than the last. This situation was not discovered by the high-level monks of the Northern Alliance until the battle group advanced into the Qianyuan Hall.
It was at this time that the monks of the Northern League realized that things were developing in a direction that was extremely difficult for them to accept.
Although the remaining monks in the Northern League at this time are mainly monks trained by the Northern League itself, there are still many monks who were originally casual cultivators and came from small forces and later joined the Northern League.
These monks saw that the situation in the Northern Alliance was over, and that the mysterious power hidden in the dark obviously wanted to completely destroy the entire Northern Alliance, so they all shouted to break away from the Northern Alliance and prayed for their lives.
Unexpectedly, these people did not wait for the mercy of various forces hidden in the dark. The monks who came from the Northern League's own inheritance system beside them, under the double blow of anger and despair, cursed "softheads" and "scum",
With words such as "traitor", they took the lead in killing these former allied monks, and a tragedy of fratricide was instantly staged in front of the Qianyuan Hall.
From the beginning to the end, Patriarch Guiye, the only great monk in the Northern League, has never appeared, let alone stopped this fratricidal situation from happening. It seems that this Patriarch has already escaped and abandoned these disciples.
This made the monks in the entire Northern Alliance even more desperate. Seeing this, many monks with explosive personalities chose to commit suicide after beheading those who begged for mercy.
The scene in front of the Qianyuan Hall seems to indicate the final curtain call of the Northern Alliance. However, there is still silence all around. Only the magnificent Qianyuan Hall stands there, and the spacious entrance seems to laugh at the cowardice of the monks hidden around it.
, there is like a gaping mouth.
I don’t know when, several monks who had covered their faces in various ways appeared on the square of Qianyuan Hall. They seemed to be confronting each other or discussing something. After a while, several people moved together,
Several ethereal bodies suddenly disappeared into the Qianyuan Hall.
Silent fights are staged on Qianyuan Island. In order to snatch everything on Qianyuan Island, many monks often fight because of the things they like at the same time. However, this kind of fight is often just a touch, and everyone
Everyone knows that now is not a time to fight, but a time to scramble. They will definitely not fight to the death for a treasure, and they will never lose the opportunity to obtain more treasures.
The four of them, Lu Ping and Ping, ran quickly on Qianyuan Island. Along the way, the four of them had fought against strange monks several times. Fortunately, the four of them were not weak. Acting together often made those who succeeded retreat in the face of difficulties.
Even if they meet a more powerful monk, the four of them will at most take a detour. Anyway, they are not going for the treasures that others value, and they will not be more reluctant to conflict with others at this time.
After a while, the direction the four of them walked became more and more desolate. Ancestor Tianfan suddenly stopped, sniffed the breeze, and said: "There is someone who is going in the same direction as us, and is walking in front of us."
Qianyuan Island is a remote place with crisscrossed valleys but it is extremely desolate. At first glance, it looks like a place with extremely barren cultivation resources, but at this moment, two black figures are running rapidly.
"Teacher, where are we going?"
Qin Zhenren looked at Hongye Ancestor with a gloomy face and asked cautiously.
"Find something that can save our lives."
Ancestor Hongye said with a gloomy face: "It's a pity that Senior Sister Guiye has lost her soul and is unwilling to make a comeback, but I want to preserve a legacy of vitality for the Northern League."
After saying that, I heard a loud noise coming from the direction of Qianyuan Hall. The entire Qianyuan Island was shaken by the loud noise. Along with it, there were several sounds of pain that were mixed with shock and anger, like a beast being injured.
roar and a woman's sharp and shrill laughter.
Ancestor Hongye and Zhenren Qin stopped at the same time. A sad look flashed across Ancestor Hongye's face, but his voice was calm and cold: "It's your Uncle Guiye, she destroyed the Qianyuan Palace!"
Qin Zhenren was inexplicably cold. The Qianyuan Palace is one of the most important inheritance caves in the Northern League. Patriarch Guiye would rather have the jade broken than the whole tile.
Sure enough, a loud shout came, saying: "Guiye, you are crazy!"
"Cluck, cluck,"
The laughter of Patriarch Guiye was like a ghost crying in the dark night: "Don't you want to take advantage of the situation? Why are you hiding your head and tail like this? Can't you recognize you? Yuan Li from the Crystal Palace, Ziyu Xiao from the Zifu Pavilion
, Lei Jingtian from Fenglei Island, and a few from Nanhai, I didn’t expect that there are also a few from the Monster Clan, how can I, Guiye, be so virtuous, so many people want to accompany me to my funeral, hahahaha!”
"This woman is crazy, we all joined forces to kill her first!"
A loud shout rang out, a ray of light pierced the dark sky, and then more rays of light rose up in the night sky.
"Haha, don't you want to rob me of everything from the Northern Alliance? Here it is!"
"Be careful, it's Guiye's Second Tribulation Spiritual Treasure!"
"No, she's going to explode the spirit treasure, hide now!"
boom!
The huge mushroom cloud shook the entire Qianyuan Island again, mixed with muffled sounds of injury, screams and curses.
Ancestor Hongye immediately turned around and said: "Let's go!"
There was a sourness hidden in the voice. Ancestor Hongye fled faster. Zhenren Qin looked at the mushroom cloud in the distance. There was also a faint sound of Ancestor Guiye's sad laughter and the sound of being seriously injured.
Coughing sound.
Qin Zhenren turned around and looked at the desolate back of Ancestor Hongye who was already running dozens of feet away. The light under his feet quickly caught up with him.