Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit

The North League has planted the seeds of disintegration since its inception!

The reason for the establishment of the Beimeng is very simple, that is, to find a way out for the large number of casual repairs that gathered in the northern region of the East China Sea Cultivation World. The so-called Beimeng is nothing but the meaning of the Northern Seas casual repair alliance.

Precisely because of the original purpose of the Beimeng, the Beimeng adheres to the spirit of "inclusive of all rivers and a hundred flowers blooming", and continues to absorb the elites among them in casual cultivation.

It is precisely because of this reason that the North League has grown from a loose and loose cultivation alliance in only two or three thousand years after its establishment to a veritable large-scale sect under the situation of dominating the East China Sea cultivation world like the Crystal Palace. And for thousands of years to this day, Beimeng has always maintained a stable development and status. At its peak, it had six major monks of Dharma Xiang, and at least three major monks were sitting on Qianyuan Island.

However, it is precisely because of this continuous absorption of elite cultivators that the Beimeng has not been able to truly establish a complete inheritance system belonging to the Beimeng itself. Those monks who were absorbed into the Beimeng may have extremes. High qualifications and talents, but there is a kind of alienation from the North League: they have no feelings for the North League, at most it is only an exchange of interests and mutual dependence, without emotional maintenance.

Few people will truly contribute what they have learned unreservedly as a basis for establishing a perfect inheritance of the sect, and most of them are monks of casual cultivation background. Although they are talented, they are mostly said to be incomplete and capable of inheritance. It is a blessing to cultivate to the later stage of the Fa-xiang. It is extremely difficult to condense the pure-yang Fa-xiang. As for the achievement of true spirit, it is even more a joke.

There are really many sects that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years in the cultivation world, but there has never been a large sect that can be like the Beimeng. Since its establishment, there has never been a monk who has achieved true spirits, even if it is a pure old man. The ancestors have never appeared. This is also the reason why the North League has never been looked down upon by various martial arts, even those whose strength is not as good as theirs. The fundamental reason is that the North League has never organized a complete inheritance system.

These monks who joined the North League halfway through each have their own backgrounds and experiences, and have already formed inherent values. Because they do not have a sense of collective identity, these monks who joined the North League have been born loosely after they joined the North League because of their natural looseness and the survival of the fittest. The self-interested values ​​formed by the walking in the cultivation world made them either do their own way or compete for power and gain, forming factions.

Over time, the original loose covenant rules of the North League have lost their restraint. The monks who joined the North League have no distinction between good and bad. Many rebels who have a bad reputation in the practice world and even some sect forces often join the North League as a unit. This kind of refuge has made the North League more and more envy, but it has no way to deal with this behemoth.

However, when the North League finally came to an end because of its own reasons, the previously forbearing sect forces would never mind stepping on a foot at this time, and artificially speed up the process one step.

Therefore, Qianyuan Island’s protective mountain formation was broken open in such a sudden, there was no sign of the slightest beforehand, so that the Mo Luo army that was attacking wildly became a trance for a while, and then it made a sound of bloodthirsty. Screamed and slammed into Qianyuan City.

Without the support of the mountain guarding formation, even if the strength of this Mo Luo army has been lost enough, it is not what the monks of the North League can stop, and the entire Qianyuan Island suddenly becomes a Shura field.

"This big array is really broken!"

Lu Ping looked at this huge island with a radius of thousands of miles from a distance. It would soon become the target of the division of the two races of humans and monsters, and dozens of large and small forces.

"This big formation must be broken!"

Jiang Tianlin said the same.

The folding fan in the hands of the ancestor Tianfan opened with a "crack", and then he slowly folded it back and forth, saying: "Let's go, someone is already moving again, I will find the Beimeng Danlou as soon as possible. Inherit the cave sky!"

Although Mo Luo was consumed a lot by the North League cultivators relying on the large formation of protecting the island, the North League itself has reached a point of exhaustion. Moreover, under the repeated blows, the morale of the North League has already been low. When Mo Luo suddenly After reaching Qianyuan Island, the two sides launched almost the same general style of play.

And at this time, all the forces that had already lurked outside Qianyuan Island finally moved. Not only was Mo Luo falling along the way, but even the monks of the Northern League themselves were also falling inexplicably, or they were fighting with the demons. Luo Zhengou's Beimeng monk fell at the same time.

The people who shot are hidden in the dark, but they have cultivated climaxes one by one, and the methods are harsher than each. This situation was not discovered by the high-ranking cultivators of the North League until the battle group advanced into the Qianyuan Palace.

At this time, the monks of the North League realized that things were developing in a direction that was extremely difficult for them to accept.

Although the remaining monks in the North League at this time were mainly those cultivated by the North League itself, there were still many monks who were originally from casual cultivators and small forces who later joined the North League.

These monks saw that the Northern League was over, and the mysterious power hidden in the dark was obviously to completely destroy the entire Northern League, so they shouted that they would break away from the North League, praying for their lives.

Unexpectedly, these people did not wait for the mercy of the various forces hidden in the dark, and the monks who came from the Beimen’s own inheritance system were screaming at the double blows of anger, anger and despair. Words such as "traitors" took the lead in killing these former confederate monks, and a tragedy of cannibalism was staged in front of the Qianyuan Palace in an instant.

From the beginning to the end, now the only great monk in the North League, the old ancestor Guiye never showed up, let alone prevented this fratricidal situation from occurring. It seems that this ancestor has already escaped and abandoned these disciples. It made the monks in the North League even more desperate. Many monks with bursting personality saw this, and even chose to commit suicide after beheading the begging for mercy.

This scene in front of the Qianyuan Palace seemed to signal the final curtain call of the North League, but the surroundings were still silent, only the magnificent Qianyuan Palace stood there, and the spacious entrance seemed to mock the cowardice of the monks hiding around. , There is a mouth that looks like an open blood basin.

I don’t know when, on the square of Qianyuan Hall, several monks who covered their appearances in various ways appeared. Several people seemed to be facing each other, and they seemed to be discussing something. After a while, several people moved together. Several misty bodies suddenly disappeared into the Qianyuan Palace.

Silent fights were staged on Qianyuan Island. In order to **** everything on Qianyuan Island, many monks often fought for things that they fancy at the same time. However, such fights are often just a touch and leave. Everyone knows that now is not a time to fight, but a time to scramble, and definitely will not fight for a treasure, and never lose more opportunities for treasures.

The four of Lu Ping rushed on Qianyuan Island. The four of them had already fought against unfamiliar monks several times on the way. Fortunately, none of the four of them were weak. If they gather together to act, they often make those who can get away with it. Even if they encounter a more powerful monk, the four of them will detour away. 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 directions of the four of them became more and more desolate. The ancestor Tianfan suddenly stopped, sniffed the breeze, and said: "Someone is in the same direction as us, and they are walking in front of us."

In a remote place on Qianyuan Island, the valleys and valleys here are extremely desolate. At first glance, it is a barren land with extremely poor cultivation resources. At this time, there are two dark shadows running fast.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

Qin Zhenren looked at the gloomy red leaf ancestor and asked cautiously.

"Find something that can save our lives."

The ancestor Hongye said with a gloomy face: "It's a pity that Senior Sister Guiye has lost her heart, and she doesn't want to make a comeback, but the old man wants to keep a legacy of vitality for the North League."

After that, I heard a loud noise coming from the direction of Qianyuan Temple, and the entire Qianyuan Island was shaken by the loud noise. There were also several sounds of anger and pain like wild beasts injured. Roar and a woman's sharp and piercing laughter.

The ancestor Hongye and Qin Zhenren unanimously stopped, a sad color flashed across the face of the ancestor Hongye, but his voice was calm and chilled: "It's your uncle Guiye, she burst into the Qianyuan Palace!"

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Sure enough, a loud shout came and said: "Gui Ye, you are crazy!"

"Couch, chock,"

The laughter of the ancestor Guiye was like a devil cry in the dark night: "Don't you want to take advantage of the fire, why hide your head and show your tail like this, don't you recognize you? Yuanli from the Crystal Palace, Ziyuxiao from the Zifu Pavilion? , Lei Jingtian from Fenglei Island, and a few from the South China Sea. I didn’t expect that there would be a few from the Monster Race. How can I, Guiye, He De, there are so many people coming to accompany my funeral, hahahaha!"

"This woman is crazy, everyone teamed up to do her first!"

There was a loud shout, a ray of light cut through the dark sky, and then more light rose up in the night sky.

"Haha, don't you want to **** everything from my Beimeng, here you are!"

"Be careful, it's Guiye's Second Tribulation Spirit Treasure!"

"No, she wants to explode the Lingbao, hurry up and hide!"

boom!

The huge mushroom cloud shook the entire Qianyuan Island again, and it was also mixed with injured snoring, screams, and yelling.

The ancestor Hongye immediately turned around and said, "Go!"

There was a sourness hidden in the voice, the ancestor Hongye escaped faster, Qin Zhenren looked at the mushroom cloud that skyrocketed in the distance, and there was faintly heard the sorrowful laughter of the ancestor Guiye and the serious injury. Coughing.

Qin Zhenren turned around and looked at the desolate back of Hongye Patriarch who had run tens of feet away, and the light at his feet quickly caught up.