Chapter 342 [Won't you come back to Nanling with me? ] The fall of the Wang family and the sea of blood and corpses announced the end of a great power. The Nanling barbarians also completely left the mountains and settled in the Beiyuan area. That night, the whole world was shaken and the five regions were boiling! Although the Wang family is not a true aristocratic family, it is comparable to a holy place. Now it has been destroyed so easily. "Over the past tens of thousands of years, countless holy masters have fallen, but the holy land has rarely been extinct." A powerful person was terrified and said in a trembling voice: "The great chaotic times where many kings rise up are coming. The powerful people are just grass. The holy places that have been passed down for thousands of years cannot be immortal. There is a risk of overthrow." "Wang Teng is not dead. There is still hope for the Wang family." There are also strong people who think that Wang Teng has a good chance of becoming the second Luan Gu, and they said in a deep voice: "This is just the beginning of the great era, the real brilliance is still to come." "The era of hardship is coming to an end!" "The ancient kings have feelings and are about to come out into the world." News came from another powerful family in Beiyuan, the Golden Family. It was said that they were a side branch of the ancient royal family. They intermarried with the human race, multiplied here, and still maintain contact with the ancient clan.
This news caused a sensation in Beidou again. Compared with this, the demise of the Wang family was not worth mentioning at all. You have to know that the ancient king’s cultivation level is at least that of a saint, and there are many leaders at the level of a great saint. Who knows if there are any quasi-emperors in seclusion. If the myriad ancient races were to come into the world, they would inevitably cause major disputes with the various religions of the human race. "The ancient race is about to come into the world. Has this world really changed?" That night, countless old leaders and living fossils looked up at the sky, their eyes full of longing. The difficult times suppressed too many people, and only a few brilliant geniuses could break through the limitations. In today's Beidou, the powerful are the dominant ones, the holy lord is respected, and the king can suppress an area. If the golden age really comes, everyone will break free from the shackles, make rapid progress, and return to normal. Holy land? Holy land! What is a holy land? It is the place of saints, the place of saints. The saint who can rule a holy land should at least be a saint, comparable to the ancient royal family. As for the leader of the extreme forces, he is at least a great saint. In contrast, if he wants to suppress the five domains, not to mention the king, even the saint king is not qualified. He must be a quasi-emperor, and a high-level quasi-emperor. The outside world was in turmoil and a storm was brewing, but Lin Xian and the barbarians were immersed in the joy of dividing up the royal treasure. The Wang family's accumulation is too rich. There are hundreds of ancient palaces, and all the storages added together are unimaginable. There are mountains of source blocks, tens of thousands of years of amazing ancient medicines, incomplete holy weapons, profound and immortal ancient scriptures, and mysterious ancient killing formations. The savings of more than 100,000 years made the old chief of the barbarian tribe jealous. He couldn't help but choke up and said, "The old barbarian tribe is afraid of poverty. Even I have never seen such a treasure." After conquering a piece of land, the simple barbarian warrior felt dazed and lost. It was a feeling he had never had before, and it was like a dream and it was unreal. They lived with wild beasts in the deep mountains and ancient ridges, and had long been accustomed to the primitive life of eating raw meat and drinking blood and walking in the mountains and forests. They had never seen such a scene. "Children, wake up and don't become the second Wang family!" The Barbarian King looked at this scene with red eyes, and shouted: "Don't let what you see shake your iron will. Bring you to fight, let everyone experience the baptism of blood and fire, only in this way can you become a true Barbarian warrior." "Because we will have bigger battles to fight in the future. This is just the prelude to a grand chapter. Everything is just a rehearsal. We will use this battle to hone you." "The Wang family, Ziwei, and even the deeper universe, are our destination!" A king who had slain the Tao shouted loudly, and the sound of the supreme Tao awakened most of the barbarian warriors and made them regain their pure and honest Tao hearts. However, faced with so many divine treasures, some barbarian warriors were still moved and couldn't help but secretly glanced at them. They have experienced the baptism of blood and fire, are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, and are willing to obey the orders of the old barbarian king.
But I can't help but have one or two little thoughts in my mind. "We have conquered the Northern Plains and own a vast territory. Why shouldn't we be allowed to enjoy it?" Many barbarian warriors were dissatisfied and had some resentment, but due to the prestige of the old barbarian king, they did not show it on the surface. From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality. One or two days may not show anything, but after a long time, if you indulge in wealth and luxury, you will inevitably become lazy. Born in adversity, die in comfort, this truth applies to all races. The old barbarian king knew this truth very well, so he raised his arm and called out: "Move the Wang family's treasure back to Nanling." With these treasures, one can improve their cultivation and train young children, which can take the barbarian tribe's strength to a higher level and lay a solid foundation for the future conquest of Ziwei. "Barbarian King, we have conquered the territory and cannot abandon it, otherwise it will be occupied by others. In addition to the Wang family, there is also the Golden Family and other major sects in Beiyuan." The old patriarch stepped forward and pleaded, "We must defend this territory." "You won't follow me back to Nanling?" The old barbarian king frowned and said in a deep voice: "The Human Demon Ancestor has ordered us to respond to the call of the Heavenly Court and go to the Purple Star to continue the battle, help the Human Emperor to avenge himself, and rescue our compatriots on another planet." “Barbarian King, you have slain the Great Dao and have seen your true nature. You are still full of energy and have the hope of becoming a saint. In the future, your name will go down in history and be praised by future generations of barbarians.” The old barbarian chief complimented, then pointed at himself and the old men who went on the expedition with him and said, “But they have not slain the Great Dao. Now they are more than two thousand years old, or even three thousand years old. They don’t have much time left.” "Many people can no longer carry their battle axes. The Wang family came on a strange beast this time. Their legs and feet are not working properly. They planned to die together with the Wang family. They didn't expect that the battle would go so smoothly. They were lucky enough to survive." "Let these bloodied and wounded old brothers stay in Beiyuan and enjoy a peaceful life." "This is not the barbarian tribe!" The old barbarian king was furious. "The barbarians were born in the jungle, fighting against wild beasts and the sky. When have they ever retreated? When have they ever been afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice? There is no word "fear" in the barbarian tribe's dictionary!" "That was in the past." The old patriarch shook his head and said, "In the past, we had no way out and could only stay in Nanling. Now we have Beiyuan, and our children and grandchildren have a second way out. Why should we go back to the mountains?" "Beiyuan is not bad either. We can establish an immortal barbarian dynasty here and follow our ancestors in their conquests." The old patriarch had a disagreement with the Barbarian King, and finally had to ask the Great Demon Sage to make a decision. The old demon was grilling the flesh and blood of the ancient beast, skinning it and pulling out its tendons. He spit out the true fire of the sun and roasted the holy meat until both sides were golden brown. The skewers of meat were shining with brilliant divine light and emitting an enticing aroma, which made Lin Xian, who was sitting right opposite him, cry with greed. "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Don't be a slave to them. Just let them be." The old man was very simple. He waved his hand and said, "Come, eat meat." As he spoke, he tore off several thousand kilograms of holy beast meat and threw it to the three people. Other powerful men also gave several dozen kilograms. The old patriarch looked at the holy beast meat, swallowed his saliva, and dared not eat it. He whispered: "A drop of blood from a saint can kill a powerful person. I am afraid I am not lucky enough to enjoy it." "The ancestor has already refined the murderous intent in it." The old Barbarian King snorted coldly. He was a great king, so even if there was murderous intent in the meat of the holy beast, he would chew it up and swallow it. The holy meat that has been refined with murderous intent has a fragrant aroma and flashes of divine light. It is even a top-notch tonic in the world, no less than a holy elixir. As soon as you take a bite, the surging energy will flow into your whole body, which can not only strengthen your muscles and bones, but can even remove hair and cleanse your marrow, ultimately transforming you. Lin Xian's whole body was bathed in fairy light, like a god from heaven. A treasure wheel appeared behind his head, and countless divine lights were flowing, as if he was almost about to ascend to heaven. He took this opportunity to reach the next level and established himself at the ninth level of the second level of the Immortal Realm. Going further, he would reach the third level of the Immortal Realm. The Immortal Three Kills the Way, cutting off the path forward for the monks. There is no way to find it anymore. Many people have spent their entire lives without making any progress. At this level, there is not much difference between ten years of practice and a thousand years of practice. If you can realize it and have great perseverance, you may be able to break through it in one day. If you don't know, you will be blocked for the rest of your life. You can't rush through this level, as even the great emperors of ancient times had to hone their skills in this realm for ten years before they were able to break through.
Especially now that Beidou is in a state of suppression by the Great Dao, it is even more difficult to cut the Dao. The powerful leaders of the five major domains, the Emperor Lords and the Holy Lords, spent hundreds of years to reach the peak of the second level of immortals, and then were trapped for two or three thousand years. The old barbarian chieftain is a living fossil of this kind. He hopes to borrow the power of the sacred beast to allow himself to sprint to the barrier of the sword, but unfortunately this barrier cannot be broken by resources alone, and he fails at the last moment. However, the surging essence of the holy beast's flesh made the old barbarian chief look a little younger. A few black strands appeared in his head of white hair, which seemed to have extended his lifespan. "I can still survive for another 100 or 200 years." The old barbarian chief showed his teeth that were about to fall out, and laughed: "With two hundred years, I am more confident that the barbarians can take root and multiply in the Northern Plains." "Go ahead." The old demon waved his hand as big as a palm leaf fan, signaling the old patriarch not to disturb their barbecue party. The old barbarian chief clasped his fists and saluted, then walked away, summoning barbarian warriors to join forces with other major sects in Beiyuan to encircle and eliminate the remaining forces of the Wang family. The Wang family is a behemoth with deep roots and numerous industries and temples in various places. Now, everyone is pushing them down. When they were at their peak and intimidated Beiyuan, no one dared to mess with them. Now that they have been trampled by the barbarian cavalry, all their enemies have rushed out. How to distribute this benefit, now that the barbarians are well fed and safely stationed in Beiyuan, and to let other major sects share some of the benefits, is something the old patriarch has to think deeply about. Looking at the figure of the old clan leader going away, the Barbarian King sighed: "He was not like this before. Could it be that the heart of a person who has never cut off the Dao cannot be permanently fixed? Will he really change?" “He is a practitioner, but not a monk.” A cultivator has his own persistence and his own pursuit of the great path, which is the meaning of the Tao. The Barbarian King wants to follow the footsteps of the Great Demon Sage and lead the barbarians to the ultimate glory, leaving behind eternal myths and legends and a name that will go down in history. The old barbarian chieftain is extremely pragmatic and does not seek illusory things. He wants the barbarian tribe to continue and is obsessed with the barbarian tribe itself. “Who in the world can remain unchanged?” Lin Xian looked towards the East Wasteland Forbidden Zone with a deep gaze, and murmured, “Some people were once emperors who protected the universe, worshipped by all living things in the world, and their glory illuminated the history books and was imprinted in the hearts of all races.” “They have changed, have their ways changed as well?” The closer he got to the stage of beheading, the more confused he became. When he first entered the realm of great power, Lin Xian had an extremely clear understanding of his own path, but now he was at the 29th level of immortality and only one step away from beheading, and instead he began to hesitate. (End of this chapter)