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Chapter 1133 Ghost Mother Palace

In the Northern Wilderness, the sky is gloomy, and the grasslands that were originally lush with water and grass have now turned into desolation.

The Northern Wilderness has a vast area, and it is even more vast than the middle land. There are more plains and less mountains. The human race here mainly lives in the form of tribes. Just like the ancient barren days, every tribe is wandering on the edge of annexation and being annexed. War is the norm for people here.

Colorful brilliance blooms, and purple jade butterflies come across the dreamland.

Hum, the void is distorted, 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, igniting this small tribe, and suddenly awakened the entire tribe, who were originally in charge of vigilance The monks had already died unknowingly.

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And this tribe did not sit still, they controlled wolf monsters one by one, and used their magic 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 there is a set of order, but it is more bloody, and the reason why such a situation occurs is because of the deliberate actions of the various magic sects."

"They think that true demons can only be born in harsh environments. The strong live and the weak die. Only in this way can the blood of the human race be maintained. At the same time, some magical methods also need weapons and bloody air as refining materials."

Recalling the information given by Wumian, Zhang Chunyi was thoughtful, and then he turned his gaze to a mountain peak in the distance, where there was a figure, which was a white-haired old man in a black robe, a Yin god The monk was also the culprit who attacked the tribe.

Huh, the breeze blows, bringing a little coolness, as Zhang Chunyi's thoughts turn, those ghosts that were still barking their teeth and claws a moment ago are also wiped out, even the old man fell into Zhang Chunyi's hands.

"Ghosts are fierce, this is engraved in their bones. The main attitude of Daomen towards ghosts is still to suppress, but Demonmen seems to have made a different choice. They think this is an opportunity brought by the times. Compared with other monsters , The conditions for ghosts to grow up are too simple and too simple, basically they only need to eat people in the early stage."

"As for the fact that ghosts are vicious and can easily turn back on their masters, many demon monks don't care about this. What they pay more attention to is the present. Over the years, basically all demon sects have been studying the art of controlling ghosts. So far, many demon cultivators have been born. There are few achievements, and many demon sects have risen because of ghosts."

Through seclusion and soul-searching, Zhang Chunyi got what he wanted to know by watching the old man's memory.

"Can you still be called a human now?"

Looking at the old man with a dull expression in front of him, Zhang Chunyi let out a soft sigh.

Although the internal competition of the Demon Sect is more brutal, most of the monks are actually normal people, not all of them are ruthless lunatics, but the cultivation method is relatively special, and the emphasis is on indulgence, so their actions are often more extreme.

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 after he tasted the sweetness, he became more unscrupulous and hunted for this small tribe to feed his own family. ghost.

"Ghost mother's palace spreads the method widely, but the purpose is not to select disciples, but to cultivate resources and high-quality ghosts."

Knowing the essence of the old man, Zhang Chunyi pulled out his soul, and at this moment, a gloomy and cold air prevailed.

"When 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."

Seeing the ferocious face of the old man, who had been completely distorted and stained with ghostly features, Zhang Chunyi's eyes moved slightly.

After practicing the method of the Ghost Mother Palace, although the old man has made great progress in cultivation and broke through the barrier of Yin and God, he is actually committing suicide slowly. It is no longer a spirit, but a ghost.

And the aptitude of a ghost transformed by a yin god monk must not be too bad, at least it is a medium bone, and there is a certain probability that a high-level bone will be born, which has the possibility of breaking through the ghost king.

"It's really a good trick. No wonder the ghost mother palace has gained a lot of fame in the Northern Wilderness in just a few decades after it was born."

With a slightly cold complexion, the true fire of samadhi burst out, and Zhang Chunyi burned one part of the man and nine parts of the ghost's soul in his hand.

The Ghost Mother Palace is a newly rising sect in the Northern Wilderness. Its major is the method of controlling ghosts. Its practice speed is so fast that it can be called a thousand miles a day, which is much faster than the orthodox magic sect. It is rumored that there are There are many ghosts and immortals sitting in the town. The old man practiced hard to control ghosts because he wanted to achieve something, and then worshiped in the ghost mother's palace. Ordinary casual cultivators were not taken seriously by the Ghost Mother Palace from the very beginning.

"Defend yourself as a fairy, indulge yourself as a demon. Compared with the Taoist sect, the atmosphere of this demon sect is really different."

With a thought, Zhang Chunyi's figure disappeared.

And the tribe that was about to be destroyed was surprised and delighted to see the ghost that died instantly. They 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 Wilderness, and under the environment of the continuous growth of the Taixuan Realm, the smallest one is hundreds of thousands of miles across, and the place where Fusang Dongtian was born is in the Baisha Plain where Zhang Chunyi set foot.

There is a huge spiritual lake in this original core area, which is rich in a special spiritual material Baisha. Its quality varies from high to low, and there are many fairy treasures. It has a wide range of uses, whether it is used for refining or refining methods. Therefore, it is named Baisha Lake, and the world also calls this plain Baisha Plain.

Because Baisha Lake covers a vast area and is rich in resources, there are many magic sects involved here, and it is a place where conflicts occur frequently. Some people say that every tael of Baisha is full of human blood.

Rising from the clouds and accompanied by the swift wind, Zhang Chunyi quickly found the position of Fusang Cave, because it was so dazzling that it sank in Baisha Lake like a sun, dyeing the lake water golden red, which was dazzling.

And around it, there are bright or dark auras of true immortals blooming. They are all people from the magic gate. At this time, the portal of the cave has not yet been opened, and they are all waiting silently.

The third eye was opened, and Zhang Chunyi was not surprised to see this. Longhushan's power in the northern wilderness was extremely weak. If it weren't for the great movement of Fusang Dongtian's birth, Longhushan would not have received any news at all. The movements are naturally faster than his.

"But it needs to be accelerated."

With a thought, Zhang Chunyi turned into a fairy light, and rushed to Baisha Lake, but he was still far away from there.

(End of this chapter)