Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 600 Thousands of Miles of Southern Border, Frontier Desolation and Chaos!
"Xiaoyuan and the others are almost recovering now. Such a precious elixir is not needed for the time being. I will help keep it first. I will give it to them if they need it on the way."

Duanchou looked at the two without squinting, and said with a straight face.

Hearing this, Li Qiuling nodded suddenly, seeing that Xiaoyuan and the others didn't take it seriously, she no longer doubted it.

However, at this time Wang Wenshan's face was twitching, his heart was bleeding, and he felt like he was going to explode.

He also said that he was not greedy for my elixir, since he can't use it, why not return it to me!

How many?Are you blind?How many are that?You obviously took the whole bottle away! !
Wang Wenshan snarled in his heart, looking at Duanchou who spoke righteously in front of him, he was so depressed that he almost vomited blood and went crazy. If he was not afraid of the opponent's strength and took the overall situation into consideration, he could hardly resist drawing his sword and tearing this brazen guy to pieces up.

Sweeping his consciousness, he roughly checked the number of spirit pills in the pill bottle space. It was hazy, containing purple flowers, at least fifty or sixty. A dragon and tiger monk, even a personal core, has such a spirit pill Savings are also rare.

Duanchou immediately nodded in satisfaction, bowed his hands, and respectfully said: "Gu Jianmen is indeed a famous sect, it is really lucky to meet two fellow Taoists in southern Xinjiang, especially fellow Daoist Wang, Gao Yi ah!"

Hearing this, Li Qiuling's expression was a little unnatural, showing a bit of shame, Wang Wenshan's complexion turned dark, and he forced a smile on his stiff face, but it was a fake smile, which was uglier than crying.

"When can we leave?" Duanchou asked suddenly.

"If you have no problem, you can leave now." Wang Wenshan replied, he didn't want to delay for a moment now, hearing the words, the sooner the better.

Duanchou smiled lightly, and glanced back at Lin Xiaoyuan and the three of them. The latter understood and nodded, indicating that there was no problem. Immediately, the five of them set off again, speeding like lightning.

"Fellow Daoist, this southern border is vast and lush, with mountains and rivers stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles, how many orthodox lines are there?" Duanchou asked cautiously halfway along the road, calmly.

"The southern border is vast, and the sects are difficult to count. They are all the orthodoxy re-established in the past 10 years after the catastrophe of the ancient world. During this period, many sects were also destroyed."

"After all, there are too many monks and too few porridge. Although the southern border is vast, its cultivation resources are limited. If there is no small thousand worlds, only one hundred thousand mountains will not be able to supply so many sect forces."

"There is a common saying that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. This saying is very suitable for our Zhongtian Xiandao. You Beidi tribes have fights, and my southern Xinjiang factions also have fights. In this harsh environment of scarce resources, It is not easy for the sect to survive and develop."

"Similarly, in the past 10 years, the sects in southern Xinjiang have been constantly reshuffled and reorganized. There are also many new sects that have taken root and replaced those ancient and declining sects."

"Among them, our Ancient Sword Sect is like this!"

At this point, Wang Wenshan paused, looked at Duanchou intentionally or unintentionally, and the three people behind him, and said with a bit of pride:
"Thousands of years ago, I sent my ancestor Jian Wuxin to sweep across the southern border with a single sword, destroy the ancient Taoist Sacred Cloud Palace with one person, establish a sect in Shengtian Peak, and make the ancient sword famous. One of the pies."

Duanchou heard that there was a gleam in his eyes. The ancient sword sect was established for only a thousand years, but it was able to destroy the tens of thousands of years of ancient sects, develop and grow with the momentum of swallowing, and became the second-rank Taoist sect in one fell swoop, and became the third-rank sect in southern Xinjiang. One of the great sects, its horror cannot be underestimated.

A thousand years may be a long time for a monk who has not returned to the source and condensed a real baby, enough to go through thousands of reincarnations. , nothing at all.

Judging from the overheard conversations, the patriarch Wang Wenshan mentioned in his words, who is nearing the end of his life, now thinks about it, in all likelihood, it is their patriarch Jian Wuxin.

What makes Duanchou feel doubtful is that this faction has only been established for a thousand years. Logically speaking, Jian Wuxin has boundless sharpness and sweeps across the southern border with an invincible posture. That's right, how could it be that the time limit is approaching suddenly, and there is a danger of falling and incineration.

Thinking of this, Duanchou hurried on the road silently, meditating without saying a word, but heard the former add:

"Of course, to be honest, our remote southern border is incomparable to first-rank immortal sects like the Ten Great Immortal Sects, and the Ming and Han Dynasties and the Holy Land Demon Sect are even more incomparable."

"So that's how it is!" Duanchou understood, he knew this earlier, but when Wang Wenshan mentioned it, he suddenly wanted to understand the reason for the chaos in southern Xinjiang and the reason for being outside the jurisdiction of Ming Dynasty.

Whether it is the Eastern Wilderness or the Southern Border, this kind of remote and remote area, with a harsh environment and scarce resources, is a pity that the food is tasteless and discarded.

On weekdays, except for the outbreak of wars, being able to fight in frontiers and resisting the enemy at the gates of the country, other things are of no great value at all, not enough to suppress the rule all year round.

The power of the Ming and Han dynasties is huge, with tangled branches and deep roots, and its foundation strength is even above the fairy gate, catching up with the four holy places.

If it is said that only a few second-rank Taoist sects can contend against a prosperous dynasty, it would be a bit of a dream.

The reason why Ming Dynasty could tolerate this phenomenon was that, firstly, there was a strong enemy on its side, staring at it like a tiger;

Under the rule of the dynasty, almost every city and county was guarded by soldiers and horses. They gathered together, and at the point of swordsmen, they were irresistible under the holy land of the immortal gate.

But if they are dispersed, the power that can be exerted in terms of one domain and one city is very limited.

The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were not as powerful as the Han Dynasty, so it was impossible for them to send tens of thousands of soldiers all the year round to suppress the remote areas and eliminate all dissenting voices like the Han Dynasty.

In terms of strength, the southern border sects are uneven. Even the ancient sword sect, the Hehuan sect, and the Wuyun sect, the strongest sect forces in the frontier, can hardly shake the dynasty and pose a threat to Ming Dynasty.

However, once these forces, large and small, condense into one, even the Ming Dynasty has to pay attention to it, and even feel a headache.

Therefore, Ming is deliberately conniving, even provoking, Donghuang is bloody every day, and Southern Xinjiang has never stopped infighting for 10 years in order to rob resources. For the dynasty, they just have to let nature take its course and stand by .

There is no need to intervene, no need to interfere, as long as these forces are not united, and they still acknowledge that this territory belongs to Ming Dynasty in name, that is enough.

(End of this chapter)