My understanding is against the heavens, I create a family of villains with longevity.

"Shopkeeper, pay the bill."

By the window of the tavern, a young man with a white shirt and a handsome face placed a spiritual stone on the table, and then left the tavern with a half-year-old child beside him.

Outside the tavern, the cold wind was howling and the snow was falling.

"It gets cold early in the Northland."

Chen Zhixing sighed slightly, thinking that the southern land was still just a bleak autumn wind, while the northern land was already covered with snow.

This is Zichuan City, and it is also the last hurdle leading to Beiyuan.

After passing this city, we entered the realm of Beiyuan. Not only were demons raging and ferocious beasts entrenched there, but there were also countless big demons who were notorious in the spiritual world. They occupied the mountains here and became kings to avoid pursuit.

Back then, the old man Qian Bat was hiding in this northern plain to avoid being pursued by the Xuantian Divine Sect.

And beyond Beiyuan is the legendary burial place of gods and demons - Beihai!

Walking out of Zichuan City, it is a majestic scene like a golden mountain illuminated by the sun!

The towering mountains go straight into the clouds, stretching all the way to the depths with no end in sight. Even standing outside the city, you can see a hundred-foot-long blue roc bird on the top of the mountain, with its wings tearing open the void. Soar over the mountain tops!

The ancient black city wall is covered with countless deep and shallow marks. Some are huge scratches, some are gnawing marks, and some are like being hit by a giant monster, with a big pit dented inward!

You can imagine how many devastating attacks this ancient city has withstood!

"It's not easy." Chen Zhixing sighed a little.

The little one put on a furry brown mink hat, looked at Chen Zhixing with a warm breath, and asked curiously:

"Shifu, what's not easy?"

"nothing."

Chen Zhixing smiled. If it doesn't take much, this northern plain will be turned into a mountainous land with beautiful mountains and clear waters, suitable for mortals to cultivate.

Because when the time comes, there will be a blind bachelor named Lu Bing who foolishly makes great ambitions to set up his own army here and suppress hundreds of thousands of demons for thousands of years!

"Oh~~."

The little boy nodded obediently, and then asked: "Master, you said you would bring me to find some practice skills. Are my practice skills here?"

"Yes."

Chen Zhixing smiled slightly. If he remembered correctly, the ancestral land of the Stone Clan was in this northern plain!

"Let's go."

Chen Zhixing picked up the little one and strode into Beiyuan.

Time passed slowly, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Northern Plains is mountainous and full of monsters.

In addition, there are some extremely ancient tribes that have lived here for generations.

Each tribe will enshrine a god statue as a patron saint to protect its tribe from outside attacks.

now.

Chen Zhixing stood in front of a tribe, curiously weighing a crocodile head that had turned into bones in his hand.

"This is your patron saint?"

Chen Zhixing asked.

In front of Chen Zhixing, there are dozens of wooden houses connected in series. This is the so-called tribe.

A group of barbarians wearing animal skins, with strong bones and painted with totems all over their bodies were standing in the distance and tremblingly looking at Chen Zhixing.

"Return to this noble man, this is our patron saint."

An old man, whose beard and hair were knotted from not being washed for many years, walked out of the crowd with a cane, opened his mouth tremblingly, and looked at Chen Zhixing with eyes full of awe.

Not long ago, several eight-armed demon apes were attacking their village in a frantic attack. Even the patron saint enshrined in the tribe all year round was having difficulty coping and was crumbling.

At this time, these tribesmen were quite frightened.

This noble man has appeared!

With just a raise of his hand, he killed several eight-armed demon apes as big as mountains, which were considered powerful in the entire outer area of ​​​​Beiyuan!

Even their patron saint, who had protected the tribe for hundreds of years, was not spared. Under this attack, he was taken away as an accomplice of the eight-armed demon ape.

"How do you worship on weekdays?" Chen Zhixing asked curiously.

"Replying to your noble lord, each tribe has a different way of worshiping the patron saint. The specific method of worship depends on the needs of the patron saint. As for our tribe, we only need to share half of the food obtained from hunting outside with the patron saint on weekdays, and at the same time make offerings every year Three pairs of golden boys and girls can obtain the protection of the patron saint." The old man replied respectfully.

"Human sacrifice? What kind of patron saint is this? He is clearly an evil god."

Chen Zhixing pouted, and with a casual squeeze of his right hand, he crushed the crocodile skull that had lost its aura.

He finally figured out that this so-called patron saint was just a person whose body was destroyed, leaving only a remnant of his soul. He relied on the sacrifices of the tribe to survive and survive.

"Your Majesty, please be careful! Among the guardian gods, there are extremely powerful ones!" The old man said quickly.

Chen Zhixing shook his head and refused to argue pointlessly with the old man, because in his opinion, those who could be the patron saint were nothing more than losers in life.

It's just a ray of remnant soul, no matter how strong it is, how strong can it be?

"Let me ask you, did you know that there is a Stone Clan here?" Chen Zhixing asked, changing the subject.

"Stone Tribe?"

The old man was startled when he heard this. After thinking about it for a while, he asked tentatively: "The Stone Clan that the noble man mentioned is Stone Village?"

"Well, it should be this Shicun. Where are they?" Chen Zhixing nodded.

"Noble sir, that stone village is far away from us, located in the North Plains. Our tribe has only met them once. If I remember correctly, it should be hundreds of miles away from the depths." The old man lowered his head. He replied respectfully.

"Thank you."

As a sentence fell.

When the old man looked up again, the figure of the noble man was no longer in front of him.

"Village Chief, you are well-informed. Where did this man come from?" A strong villager quickly stepped forward and asked.

"I don't know, but judging from his clothes and age, and that he went to the Northern Plains with a child, he must be the genius of the outside world." The old man said, stroking his beard.

As he spoke, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and sighed:

"Hey, now that the patron saint has been destroyed, what should we do? What can we do to resist the beast?"

He was sighing.

Ho ho ho! ! !

A series of frightened roars sounded from a distance.

I saw the mountains and forests shaking, and an extremely bright sword light flew up and down, killing all the demons and beasts within a hundred miles radius!

A big snake with two wings on its back roared and rose into the sky. It was the king of this land with a radius of hundreds of miles. It had swallowed countless tribes. I don’t know how many tribes and villagers died in the mouth of this big snake!

It is said that in the cave of this big snake, human bones are piled up as high as a mountain, and everything as far as the eye can see is completely white.

But at this moment.

They watched the big snake with two wings on its back, but just as it rose into the sky and was about to escape, an extremely sharp sword light attached to it and strangled it into countless pieces of meat!

In an instant, the old man's eyes showed great joy and he knelt down to thank him.