Alienated Martial Arts.

Chapter 643 Going North
The rain, which had just stopped, started again.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was no light at all.

Although it should be daytime at noon, the gloomy and dark environment in the mountains and forests gave people the feeling of being in the dark in the middle of the night.

The north wind is howling and the autumn rain is cold.

Countless leaves fell and withered, mixed in the wind and rain.

The wild grass and shrubs are no longer lush and green, adding a cold and austere feeling to the entire forest.

It even gives people a feeling of silent desolation.

Suddenly there was a crisp sound.

Above the bright red monk’s robe, a head suddenly twisted backwards.

This was a strong foreign monk, with a look of disbelief, confusion and horror in his eyes.

Until the last moment of his life, he didn't even know how he died.

I don't know where the enemy came from or why they suddenly attacked without saying a word.

pat!

The necklace hanging on the foreign monk's neck was pulled off.

He held it up to his eyes and examined it carefully.

After a moment, the illusory status bar quietly appeared before my eyes.

The crisp and pleasant ding-dong sound spread out.

He exhaled lightly, a faint smile appeared on his face, and then he slowly turned his head to look at a group of tents farther away.

There must be more treasures there that can increase the gold coins, allowing him to continuously push up the red line fist that transports the qi and blood.

"The sacrifice is in the big tent?"

Accompanied by a hoarse voice, the warrior guarding outside the tent slowly turned his head and looked at a figure coming through the dark rain curtain.

"In reply to Your Highness, the priest is now in the tent sensing the celestial phenomena." The warrior lowered his eyes and bowed deeply with a respectful attitude.

"This rain is a bit strange."

The young man stopped, looked up at the dark night, and after a moment he sighed softly.

“Although the Great Brahma God appeared because of the rain, and in addition to us in the Northern Wilderness, all kinds of evil spirits in other areas also burst out with energy that goes straight into the sky, which can explain the uniqueness of this rain.

What puzzles me even more is that above the thick clouds, the brilliant starry sky that should have existed forever disappeared without a trace when the wind and rain came, as if it had been completely destroyed and erased, and no trace of its existence could be found anymore.

So in my opinion, the great opportunity that the King and the High Priest thought of might not be as simple as we speculated and imagined."

The Northern Wilderness warrior thought for a long time, "I dare to ask, in your eyes, the revival of the Great Brahma Shengtian and the disappearance of the stars like sand in the vast ocean, what does all this mean?"

The young man was silent for a long time, but finally shook his head slowly, "I don't know either, but my heart has been filled with unspeakable fear, so I came here late at night to seek the guidance of the priest."

The Northern Wilderness warrior lowered his head, his eyes showing a hint of hesitation.

After a dozen breaths, he made up his mind and spoke again, "Your Highness, you may not know that after listening to the oracle of the Great Brahma in the morning, the priest seemed to be a little anxious and sad. From then on, he locked himself in the tent and meditated. Until now, he has not stepped out of the door. Even the plan to continue to go south has been disrupted because of this."

"What divine decree did Lord Brahma pass down..."

The young man asked subconsciously, but suddenly stopped talking halfway through his words.

His expression changed slightly, his brows furrowed, and he looked towards the dark rain curtain in the distance.

At the same time, the Northern Wilderness warriors also turned around abruptly, observing and perceiving carefully.

But as time passed, the two found nothing.

It seemed that the slight noise that just appeared was just the noise made by small animals in the rainy night, which made them feel like they were facing a great enemy and it was a false alarm.

The young man's eyes sparkled as he instructed the attendant who came to inquire, "Pass the order down, strengthen the alert at all locations, no matter if they are people or things, don't let them get close to the tent. If they are found, kill them without mercy!"

"As you command!" The attendant touched his chest and saluted, then blended silently into the darkness.

He had just taken a few steps when his whole body suddenly tensed up to the extreme, staring fixedly at the dark and blurry jungle in the distance.

"Enemy attack!"

At this moment, a shrill cry suddenly rang out, breaking the silence of the forest on the rainy night.

Before the sound was heard, more than a dozen arrows flew through the air, tearing through the rain curtain like lightning and disappearing into the forest.

Suddenly, a few bright sparks exploded in the darkness.

After a while, a man walked out of the forest and slowly approached the tent.

Swish swish!
Several figures also appeared from around the big tent.

In an instant he had already reached the man.

He stopped, his expression calm and peaceful, and quietly watched the attacks coming from different directions without any reaction from beginning to end.

Only when the fastest knife was about to hit him did he quietly raise his arm and punch forward seemingly casually.

boom! ! !
Several Northern Wilderness warriors froze in place.

Including the strongest tribal master, they all seemed to have turned into lifeless sculptures.

Suddenly, a thin red line appeared between their eyebrows, and then the red line quickly spread outwards. Then all the warriors exploded with a bang, leaving a strange scarlet pattern on the ground.

The sudden change has awakened the army in the camp.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a well-trained, strong and brave army.

Almost at the moment when the warrior who attacked first died, a large number of archers had already found their positions and drawn their bows and arrows. The soldiers put on their armor and drew their swords, formed a battle formation, and rushed out of the camp with roars.

The next moment, the figure blocking the door finally moved.

Countless sharp arrows pierced his body, but only burst into dazzling sparks, without leaving even a single wound.

He turned into a white whirlwind and rushed into the Northern Wilderness Army camp, triggering a bloody storm.

The strong smell of blood lingered and could not be eliminated even by heavy rain.

A large number of war horses that had lost their masters were terrified and broke free from their reins and fled in all directions outside the camp.

In no more than a short while, except for a few people who were still breathing, there was no one else around. Even all the tents were destroyed. Only corpses scattered on the ground and blood gathered like a river, revealing what had just happened.

The camp that was brightly lit and full of people not long ago has now become as cold as a dead place.

Just like the end of prosperity and the hustle and bustle, life goes from prosperity to decline, from birth to death, and will eventually fall into silence and return to tranquility.

"The harvest this time is pretty good."

Suddenly, a deep sigh sounded quietly from the darkness, "Including the Brahma Golden Mirror I just got, I have received more than a hundred gold coins, which is enough for me to raise the Scarlet Thread by another hundred levels."

He casually threw the seriously injured and dying warrior to the ground, slowly walked out of the messy tent, and looked at the Northern Wasteland Prince and the priest who were facing a formidable enemy. "What do you know about Northern Wasteland Brahma and Southern Zhou warriors? If you can answer in detail enough to satisfy me, you may be able to save your life."

Prince Beihuang lowered his eyes, a resolute expression in his gaze.

Beside him, the old priest with blood all over his face sighed secretly and pointed at his heart without any warning.

Click! ! !

Suddenly, a stream of hot blood shot out.

Before it hit the ground, it burned up and evaporated in the wind and rain.

A strong smell of blood suddenly spread around the body of Prince Beihuang.

The old priest had a bleak look on his face. He sat on the ground, put his palms together in front of him, and bent his ten fingers upwards, forming a seal like a green lamp flame.

And inside this seal, there is a slightly beating heart.

"I use my heart to worship Brahma, guide the spirits, and look after the prince."

In an instant there was another soft snapping sound.

The still beating heart exploded.

The change brought about was that a golden light appeared from the sky.

Penetrating through the heavy, low-hanging rain clouds and ignoring the howling wind and heavy rain, it instantly illuminated the entire camp that was like a tragic bloody prison.

During this process, the body of the Northern Wilderness Prince was shining with golden light, which flowed like flowing water until it turned into a set of magical golden heavy armor, which continuously emitted an increasingly powerful sense of oppression.

Even after losing his heart, the Golden Horde priest is still alive.

He just slumped on the ground, his old and turbid eyes staring at the two figures confronting each other in front of him, and he was trying hard not to take his last breath.

"You make me feel familiar, especially the actions of opening the chest and digging out the heart, receiving the golden light, and this golden heavy armor that turns from virtual to real. It seems that I have personally experienced the same scene a long time ago."

"But I can't think about these things too much, let alone try to find the memories, because as long as I do this, I will have to endure indescribable pain, just like my entire soul is minced, then glued together and minced thousands of times."

He slowly gathered his thoughts, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, and had no intention of stopping the golden-robed priest from beginning to end.

He even stepped back a few steps at the beginning to prevent his presence from causing even the slightest pressure or inconvenience to the other party.

Prince Beihuang opened his eyes, and his pupils, which were originally filled with fear and confusion, had now become indifferent and ruthless.

It is as if he is a god standing above the clouds, overlooking the world and all living things from above.

"The arrival of Brahma's spirit will surely wipe out all enemies of darkness."

The old priest in the golden robe gasped for breath and muttered to himself, "It's a pity that I can no longer accompany Your Highness all the way forward. I only hope that without my help and support, you can still stand out among the princes and princesses and become the most favored King of the Northern Wasteland by the Great Brahma.

If so, even if I die now, I can rest in peace, and even..."

"kindness!?"

"Why is this happening?"

"The prince carries the spirit of Brahma. At this moment, he is the earthly incarnation of Brahma. He should not have any emotional fluctuations, nor should he show any feelings. He will not look down on any mortal. How could this happen?!"

The golden-robed priest was suddenly stunned. His eyes, which were already cloudy and lifeless and about to lose all vitality, suddenly shrank, revealing an expression of extreme surprise, confusion, and complete disbelief.

In his eyes, the prince who carried the spirit of Brahma and was the incarnation of Brahma actually straightened his golden armor, bowed slightly and saluted to the young man in white clothes and robe.

After the Northern Wilderness Prince stood up, his words made the golden-robed priest stunned on the spot. He had no idea that he was on the verge of death, and instead wondered if everything that was happening before his eyes was just a dream.

"Since we parted at the Arctic Ocean that day, a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye."

The "Prince of the Northern Wasteland" who carried the spirit sighed, with a tone full of nostalgia and emotion, "I didn't expect that I could see an old friend again today. It's worth it that I spent a huge price to break a crack in the cage to come and meet you.

I never expected that after such a long time, you are still the same as before. Unlike me, although I have integrated into Brahma with a bit of my true spirit, I am still imprisoned and bound as if I were in a cage. It is really a single misstep that will lead to eternal regret, and when I look back, a hundred years have passed.

Sometimes when I think back, I feel regretful more than once. I never thought that after all my efforts and planning, I would end up in such an inescapable dilemma. "

"Prince of the Northern Wilderness" said this, looking at the man who seemed to be lost in memories, and couldn't help but sigh quietly again, "How are you, Wei Daozi? Do you still remember Gui Shufang who came from the Xunli Division?"

He endured the severe pain that almost exploded on the spiritual level, and listened silently without saying a word.

"Could it be that this weird guy has been talking to me and reminiscing about the past?"

"Just now it was Brahma's spirit, but now it has turned into the patrol officer Gui Shufang?"

"So who exactly is Gui Shufang, and why did he have any contact with me a hundred years ago?"

"And Wei Daozi, who is Wei Daozi?"

"If what this person said is true, then my last name is Wei, my given name is Daozi, and I was like this at least a hundred years ago."

“But why do I feel a huge void and loss when I hear this name?
It's like being cut off and isolated, everything that happened before has vanished into thin air, and it no longer belongs to me?"

As the "Prince of the Northern Wilderness" who called himself Gui Shufang spoke, huge waves continued to rise in his heart, constantly leading him to attack the past that could not be reversed.

But the result disappointed him greatly.

He tried again and again, and endured indescribable pain, but in the end, not only did he not recall any useful information, but his already terrible spirit was pushed into a state of further disintegration.

In a trance, he heard the golden figure say, "Now that the signs of changes in the world are emerging, Wei Daozi has quietly appeared and is heading north. Is he preparing to follow the example of the Great Zhou Wu Emperor who once dominated the world and destroy the Brahma Spirit and break through the Northern Wilderness Golden Tent?"

"I have integrated a little bit of my true spirit into Brahma Heaven, and for over a hundred years I have felt constrained and oppressed, and most of the time I have been unable to control myself, unable to truly relax and understand my own mind, as if I were imprisoned in a small cage. Over time, perhaps my true self-will would be extinguished.

If Wei Daozi can really imitate Emperor Wu's past deeds and split the cage to let me die easily, it would be considered as fulfilling my last wish..."

Before he could finish his words, Gui Shufang suddenly kept silent without any sign.

Almost at the same time, both of them looked up.

Gui Shufan said, "This extremely terrifying feeling of oppression and the breath of life that is like a gentle rain, the strange phenomena of heaven and earth that I thought of before seem to have undergone great deviations and changes."

He did not respond.

After a long silence, he suddenly spoke, "I am not dead, so the master is naturally not dead either."

"But the last step of cutting itself off was ultimately a mistake due to my influence, and now I don't know how to make up for it."

(End of this chapter)