Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Chapter 374 Northwest Great Liang
"Headmaster, have you been to the God Burial Valley?"

After accepting the Haotian Mirror, Qi Xiu and Dongfang Qing walked up the sect's main peak, their robes rustling in the strong wind.

"No."

Shaking his head, Dongfang Qing said slowly:
“In other words, every direct disciple of the sect leader has never entered the God Burial Valley.

This is a common practice, because there is a high probability that the sect leader's direct disciple will be the next head teacher.

It must be ensured that succession cannot be affected.

Moreover, in addition to the "Nine Heavens Divine Sky Controlling Thunder Manual", the sect leader's lineage also cultivates another large volume of scriptures.

After cultivating the "Nine Heavens Divine Sky Controlling Thunder Sutra" to the blood-stained peak, you will transfer to this main sutra, which basically guarantees that there will be no bottlenecks and you will achieve Taoism. "

"No bottleneck?"

Qi Xiu showed a hint of surprise. Breaking through the shackles of the environment has always been the biggest problem that monks have to face.

This is really not self-effacing of him.

His ambition has always been to be a free and easy person who lives in leisurely clouds and wild cranes, brushing up on his skills every day and traveling around. This is great.

High in the sky, Qi Xiu sat cross-legged on the clouds, holding his chin with one hand and overlooking the desolate and barren Gobi Desert below, his eyes showing some thoughts.

Others long for the position of the sect leader. In addition to their desire for power, they naturally also have thoughts about various resources, scriptures, and magic weapons.

Strong winds, high temperatures, drought, and the extremely harsh climate have made the Northwest Great Liang almost devoid of life.

A special community of creatures gradually formed.

Seeing that Qi Xiu refused without much hesitation, Dongfang Qing seemed to have expected it.

"Headmaster, don't be joking. I'm a loose man by nature. How can I be a good headmaster? Even if Yun Tifeng is left to me, I'm afraid it will make a mess."

Life and death have destiny, and the truth is in heaven.

"This trip to the God Burial Valley, remember to be careful. Except for those who hate the gods, other sects and families are the same.

Fifty-five tribes!
Compared with the sects and families in other major provinces, Northwest Great Liang has a harsh environment and no fairyland. In addition, the major forces are fighting each other for various resources.

be careful. "

……

"Master, don't worry, disciples, please keep this in mind."

"It's a pity that if you were born to be a member of our Shenxiao Sect, the position of the next leader may be between you and Qingshan."

After giving some instructions, Dongfang Qing turned sideways and looked at Qi Xiu:
"I originally wanted to give you a few more magic treasures and talismans to protect yourself, but after thinking about it, if you have these things in hand, I'm afraid you will become inert. In this case, what's the point of going to the God Burial Valley?

Endless stretches of yellow sand spread across the province.

Northwest Great Liang!

There are many people in the world, so we must be on guard against them. "

Compared to Qinlong Province, which has similar landforms but still has 30% fertile land, Northwest Great Liang is almost a wasteland abandoned by heaven and earth.

He didn't expect that there was a book in this world that could erase all the scriptures.

The vast expanse of yellow sand Gobi, the endless desert extends to the sky, blending into the vastness of the sky. It is impossible to tell where the earth ends and the sky begins.

It is precisely this kind of years of hard work that has allowed Northwest Great Liang to form a special institutional existence.

If you can break through, you can step into the next realm. If you can't break through, you can only be trapped in this realm, waiting sadly for your life span to run out.

"If you say that the level of desert in Northwest Great Liang has nothing to do with the Valley of the Buried Gods, I don't believe it."

Different from clans and tribes, tribes are no longer connected by blood, but are connected by region and established on the basis of private ownership.

Tribe!

The fifty-five tribes in Northwest Great Liang each rule fifty-five regions.

Among the twelve provinces of the Daxuan Dynasty, it was the most desolate and barren land.

The sky and the earth are dim and everything is lonely.

Dongfang Qing's sudden words made Qi Xiu pause, but he quickly smiled and shook his head.

These fifty-five areas were established by these tribes and can withstand the harsh climate of the Great Liang in the northwest, forming a shelter for living creatures to thrive.

Seeing the surprise on Qi Xiu's expression, Dongfang Qing smiled softly:
“Don’t be too surprised, this kind of scripture can be found in all ancient religions like ours.

How about it, do you want to learn? "

So you can only rely on yourself this time.

The strong wind roared among the sand grains, setting off waves of sandstorms, rolling forward like huge waves, but dissipated in an instant, leaving only a more silent sea of ​​sand.

In contrast, living happily and seeking immortality is his lifelong pursuit.

But these are not very attractive to him.

Faced with such a cruel environment, the creatures living here can only endure it silently and survive by gritting their teeth with extraordinary tenacity and perseverance, other than migrating away.

It seems like everything in the world ends here.

Waving his hands and smiling, Qi Xiu repeatedly stated that he could not take the position of sect leader.

Tianyuan's own world is not the Blue Star in his previous life.

There are monks in this world who can turn the world upside down and move mountains and seas. Although the area of ​​Northwest Great Liang is large, it is not difficult at all as long as the Yuanshen boss takes action, divides rivers into land, and transforms this desolate land into a lush water town. .

And even if the Yuanshen boss doesn't want to take action for some reason.

Even if it is the Dao Body Realm, or even the Blood Stained Realm, the changes over the years can gradually erase this desert.

But in fact, the tragedy of Northwest Great Liang seems to have always been like this. It seems that there is something that has been affecting this land, leaving it in this desolate and lonely posture.

From the current point of view, God Burial Valley is obviously the most suspicious.

After all, it is a forbidden place where countless corpses of gods are buried. No matter how good the seal is originally, countless years have passed and no one can guarantee whether there are any omissions.

"There are still more than two months until the opening of the God Burial Valley. I can take advantage of this opportunity to go see Yan Baizhe."

With this thought in his mind, a resolute and mature face appeared in Qi Xiu's mind.

Yan Baizhe, an old friend who participated in the Shenxiao Sect's assessment with him.

During the Shenxiao Sect's assessment that year, he, Yan Baizhe, and Zhu Mo were considered comrades who had experienced life and death.

However, after the assessment, Yan Baizhe did not join the Shenxiao Sect but took away a Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder Demon-Suppressing Treasure Seal.

After that, the two never saw each other again.

In the blink of an eye, more than eighty years have passed.

"I don't know how far this kid has grown now." Qi Xiu raised his lips slightly, and with a thought in his mind, Qingyun suddenly accelerated at his feet, and in an instant he rushed into the depths of Northwest Great Liang, heading towards a certain tribe.

……

Wolf Saint Tribe!

One of the fifty-five tribes of Northwest Great Liang, currently ranked forty-ninth.

Once upon a time, the Wolf Saint Tribe was one of the most powerful tribes in the northwestern Great Liang. The Great Liang Wolf Riders under their command were so famous that even many other provinces had heard of their name.

However, more than two hundred years ago, the leader of the Wolf Saint Tribe died outside and failed to complete the tribe's inheritance. As a result, the new leader was unable to awaken the Wolf Saint Totem, and the power of the tribe's Wolf Riders plummeted.

In just two hundred years, it has fallen from being one of the five major tribes to being one of the last.

And as time goes by, this phenomenon continues to worsen.

Under the vast yellow sand, a terrifying sandstorm that could sweep away the mountain tops, large flags depicting majestic wolf heads stood on top of this endless stretch of earthen buildings.

Under the protection of these banners, a vague halo enveloped the entire Wolf Saint tribe, protecting the creatures inside from the sandstorm.

"Clan Chief, the demonic disaster seems to have rebounded recently. The Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder Demon Suppressing Treasure Seal that Young Patriarch and the others invited back has become weaker and weaker, and it is beginning to be unable to suppress the demonic calamity from raging."

In a tall earth building with countless wolf pattern totems hanging, a middle-aged man with a missing left arm, rough skin, and a dark complexion slowly spoke.

Under a huge wolf head totem above, there were silver threads all over it. The majestic-looking old man slowly raised his pale eyes, and then picked up a scimitar on the table.

"If it doesn't work, let's continue the blood sacrifice.

Are they back? "

"Not yet, but people from the Baichuan tribe have come here several times to urge us. If we don't hand over the young leader before the first day of next month, they will issue a war order."

"Humph!"

Throwing the scimitar in his hand on the table with a bang, the silver-haired old man looked fierce:

"If a tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by a dog, if it were two hundred years ago, no, a hundred years ago, they wouldn't dare to let out such bullshit if they had the courage of ten thousand people from the Baichuan tribe!"

"I heard that the eldest son of the Baichuan Patriarch has successfully broken through to the Bloody Ninth Level. According to the rules of Great Liang, if they come to issue a battle order, the young Patriarch must fight.

But the young patriarch..."

"What am I? That good-for-nothing Gao Leqi only managed to achieve the Blood-Stained Ninth Level by relying on his father to exchange blood for him.

If he dares to come, although I can't defeat him, I can take him to death with me. "

The door curtain of the earth building was opened, and a resolute man with a dusty face, messy hair, and blood dripping from his armor strode in.

"Father, the child is back."

Kneeling on one knee in front of the silver-haired old man, Yan Baizhe turned over his hand and took out a purple-red spiritual object that was shaped like a black turtle and exuded a faint halo.

"Xuanzhicao, Young Patriarch, you have really found it!"

Seeing what Yan Baizhe was holding, the one-armed middle-aged man beside him made a sound in surprise.

"With this thing, my father's injury will not get worse."

Looking up at the silver-haired old man above him, Yan Baizhe's chapped and pale mouth revealed a sincere smile.

"Report!"

There was a hurried shout and a panicked figure rushed in. The person who came was Su He, one of the wolf riders who participated in the Shenxiao Sect's assessment with Yan Baizhe.

"Presumptuous! What the hell are you doing in a panic!"

Seeing Su He rush in recklessly, the one-armed middle-aged man shouted and scolded him.

"The savior is coming, the savior is coming."

Not knowing what he saw, Su He looked surprised, leaving Yan Baizhe and the others confused.

"Tell me clearly what savior is coming."

"Lao Yan, if you don't say a word when something big happens at home, you don't treat me as a friend."

A calm and gentle voice sounded. Yan Baizhe was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice, and a strong sense of familiarity emerged in his heart.

"Could it be..."

The next second, the curtain of the earth building was pushed open by the wind, and the young Taoist walked in slowly, saluting the silver-haired old man above him:

"Junior Shenxiao Sect members Qi Xiu have met Chief Yan."

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(End of this chapter)