The Northern Sword God
The Orange Light in the Cursed Desert
The three young men, Lin Hong, Peng Fai and Yu Long arrived at Azalea City and they took the opportunity to chat with Mr. Morenyu.
"Tell me what you saw in the Central Plains" Morenyu said.
Yu Long as the most poured in the group of three, also began to tell all their observations in the Central Plains there. Even he detailedly explained the cultivation of the two young people who came from the East with the SAGE Quasi rank and SAGE level two.
Morenyu seemed to start pacing around in the room of the New Treasure Hall. He thought hard to find a way out for the experts in the Northern Region here to quickly increase their cultivation.
Due to the fact that when the spy team visited there, the information that in the Central Plains, the progress in martial practice was far from what they had imagined all along, made him uneasy.
"I will have Fei Ma take out more Purple Extreme Pills, to be able to accelerate your cultivation level to break through to the SAINT realm" he said happily.
"Then I will ask Alchemist Jiang Fai to concoct even more cultivation enhancement pills that I will sell at an affordable price throughout our branch in the North here" Morenyu said happily...
A few days later, Mr. Morenyu came to gather Yu Long, Lin Hong, Peng Fai, Baishede and Zushede.
"Each of you will swallow the Purple Ectreem Pill and confine yourself to cultivating.
I also included a Bodhisatva Body Formation Pill that would help one to break through to become a Heavenly ranked SAINT.
But it all comes back to talent and luck when cultivating later.
May when you open the door of time close yourself, the heavenly SAINT you will attain".
Baishede, Zushedhe, Yu Long and Lin Hong chose to shut themselves up in the Bat King Tower, whereas Peng Fai preferred to do a period of closing himself in the Cloud Sword mountain range whose Qi flow was quite strong there.
As the seasons changed, Mr. Morenyu now continued to maintain good relations with all the sects in the Northern Region there, where this New Treasure Hall, was, it had always secretly provided a supply of resources to each sect master both in Great Ying Empire, as well as other empires outside Great Ying.
Even secretly the new Treasure Hall had taken on the sect masters, as the mercenary members of the Bat King's Palace Organization.
It was just that since this kind of organization system was something that was all secret, then none of the members consisting of Sect Masters knew each other. All of them have nicknames with different names for each hitman.
Slowly but surely, the Treasure Hall had now grown into a great power, with many Roque Cultivators who later came to the New Treasure Hall to join as followers, so that the New Treasure Hall, has now expanded the area of the building to be doubled compared to the previous situation.
The new Treasure Hall had even now recruited more than 5000 Roque Cultivators, and hired specifically the Warlord of the Great Ying Empire and was tasked with training these 5000 Roque Cultivators as the elite soldiers of the New Treasure Hall. With an average cultivation at the 1 to 4-star Great Spirit Realm realm (as all the elite troops would get the intake of special pills that Alchemist Jiang Fai made), it was, this elite troop of the Treasure Hall got the special name of the purple army.
Mr. Morenyu even paid dearly to Mr. Liang Zhang from the Mechanical Guild and Blacksmith in Morning Star City (Morning Star City) to mass-make shoes containing wings, long robes containing propellers, and a large, special vests for defense as well as special gloves and Helmets for elite Forces Purple Army.
Meanwhile, in the Cursed Desert which was originally a remote and terrible place for many, there were now frequent small wars between the various Sects of the Northern Region against the sects of the Western Region.
This is most often triggered by the sentiment of the people of the north, when considering the first time they have been conquered by the people of the Demon Clan from the West there, when they remember, when the abilities of the Northern Region practitioners were assessed to be extremely low back then.
Now when the development of the Northern World is very fast, after the New Treasure Hall sells a lot of high-quality resource resources at affordable prices, so that the cultivation of the northern people experienced a very remarkable increase.
If long ago, for someone with cultivation in the Great Spirit Realm was something very special in the North here, there were now quite a number of experts who had cultivation in that realm. For example, those Purple Soldiers from the New Treasure Hall, all of them had a minimum cultivation of a one-star Great Spirit Realm.
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Time passed by, not feeling that it had been more than a year since Peng Fai and the other two young people returned from the Central Plains.
Now the Northern Territory has entered the winter weather, where the air is so cold that even the wind seems able to slice people's skin, like a knife slicing fish with the earth as the base.
It was at the border of the Cursed Desert that bound the dry sandy soil with the Northern Earth was full of those piles of snow, it looked as if the ten young people who were wearing White-clothed sect uniforms with sword and cloud embroidery on their chests were fighting with twenty other practitioner figures.
Twenty white-clothed opposing figures each had small horns adorning their heads, and were all wearing all-black clothing. They were already in the belief that it was a group of the demon race.
"Oh.. Apparently this was a small group of rats from the Cloud Sword Sect in the North there,
You have so boldly penetrated into this Cursed Desert, and dare to confess that the Dark Beast snake is the result of your work (Black Monster)...
Obviously it was the result of my member's arrow that my team made the monster die. You deliberately confessed that the creature was made helpless by you.
You can immediately roll away, before this master intervenes to take his life" said Mo Heiren of the demon race.
Mo Heiren swung his sword with the intention of dropping the sword in the hands of the ten disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect, but he suffered a shock.
Trang !
A white radiant sword blocked his slash, making his hand feel tingling. If only not to feel ashamed, Mo Heiren would likely have unleashed the sword in his hand.
"Six-star Great Spirit Realm?" Mo Heiren was surprised. He had not expected at all, a disciple of the Cloud Sword Sect whom they had once looked down upon, to now have such a genius?
A girl was seen laughing mockingly, after the white sword in her hand clashed with Mo Heiren.
"Curtain demon,
So much of you. You with your demon comrades were too long immersed in daydreams that you were the greatest race.
But look at the reality now...
You are nothing more than an ant in the presence of a person who is even just an inner court disciple of the Cloud Sword Sect" Ying Xianghua the maiden name of the Cloud Sword Sect made fun of and was greeted with loud laughs from the other nine students.
Seeing the disadvantage, Mo Heiren rushed to code his other comrades, so that in a loud code of shouts, the twenty demon races were lunging at using swords with the intent of killing ten students of the Cloud Sword Sect.
All the students of the Cloud Sword Sect would naturally not want to die for nothing. With their average cultivation in the Great Spirit Realm they formed an array formation which then powerfully oppressed those twenty demon race practitioners.
The fight lasted up to two hundred blows, when in the end, Ying Xianghua who was at the forefront of the sword line, scratched her white sword...
Die ! Ying Xianghua's
The sight of the white sword streak made the two heads of the demon race roll away from their bodies.
Mo Heiren was startled and spontaneously gave instructions..
Retreat !
The remaining demon race jumped back as far as nearly 10 spears. Showing a surprised look, Mo Heiren took out something from within his ring. It turned out to be a whistle. Then with a threatening tone of voice he said to all the students of the Cloud Sword Sect...
Pritt - prritt - priit !
Instantly everyone on the edge of the Cursed Desert were goosebumps as an extremely dark aura of oppression shot out from the sky and filled the area up to a lie away.
"Holy Enlightenment Realm Expert" Ying Xianghua screamed in panic.
"Run.." instantly the ten students of the Cloud Sword Sect ran over trying to approach the border of the Cursed Desert with the Northern Snow Land.
"Originally we have set foot on that snowy ground, not later will the demon dare to touch us bar a strand of hair" Ying Xuanhua shouted in encouragement.
But it is worth regretting. The abilities of a Saint Enlightenment Realm expert were beyond the limits that ten Cloud Sword Sect students could bear. One after another roaring shrieks rang out, as beings wearing terrifying weapons in the form of three long claws in their hands, tore their bodies apart.
Ying Xuanhua complained as the Devil's Claw pierced through her back, yet she was delighted. At the end of his life the girl still had time to release a sect danger sign talisman, which quickly exploded in the air and flew very quickly back to the Cloud Sword Sect.
Mo Heiren and his comrades paid their respects to the newly emerged creature,
"Thank you Senior Mo Datou.
If there's no you, then make sure we're all dead"
That Mo Datou then bellowed without making a sound, and he ordered Mo Heiren and his comrades to skin the Snake Monster that was the subject of the dispute earlier.
"I want to eat that dark beast meat.
Please cook the meat and serve it to me. Think of it as my reward"
The group of demon races then massively skinned the dark beast meat, they made fire and planned to feast on the Cursed Desert. At that time Mo Heiren and his comrades were shamelessly scrambling to curry favor with Mo Datou by giving the biggest piece of meat to senior Datou.
"With a cultivation as great as you are, it is appropriate that the largest portion of this dark beast meat be your ration" Mo Heiren said thrusting his nine pieces of meat to Mo Datou.
Nineteen people were partying in the Cursed Field, while taking out some jars filled with liquor.
"It is not special if a party without wine is like this" cried Mo Heijian, in a boisterous welcome from the group of demon races.
They party until the time of entering the third fart before midnight.
At that time the air in the extreme desert had turned very cold, so the wine brought by the ibis group was quickly exhausted. When one of their groups was just about to move towards the spirit ship and take out a new extra drink, the, the sky above the Cursed Desert turned orange like the afternoon sky.
"Something happens... All be on guard" Mo Datou whispered seriously.
The longer the orange color was getting thicker and more oppressive, then above the sky appeared someone in a white robe flying closer to the group of the demon race.
Although the figure looked dazzling and full of mystery, yet all watched the sleeves to the left of the man waving blankly, a sign that he did not have a single hand.
"SAINT ..!" hiss Mo Datou panicked.
When the man came to a halt in the air, hovering at the height of ten spears, a flat-sounding voice said..
"Are you the ones who killed that group of disciples of my Cloud Sword Sect?" he pointed towards the corpses of the Cloud Sword Sect disciples who were lying in the desert without being mummified.
Mo Heiren shivered for a moment. While Mo Datou thought hard looking for a way to escape. This one-armed beast was too terrifying he thought...
When the man did not hear any answer to his question, he muttered,
"Your silence I take as an assertion" he smiled.
Then unexpectedly from his five fingers came out five sword Qi airs that quickly twisted the necks of the five nearby demon practitioners. The suffocating creature's voice rang out, but quickly all saw five heads had fallen rolling down in the sand.
"Next.." the man muttered softly once more, and in succession the sword Qi quickly executed the demon practitioner until the remaining Mo Datou was a.
Mo Datou shivered loudly. He did not dare to run away because he knew, running or staying was the same punishment, dying !.
The one-armed man said softly to Mo Datou,
"View...
I'll give you one chance.
If you can survive with one of my blows, then I will let you live..
Do you agree?" ask the one-arm man.
"T-lord S-saint.. W-pardon me" Mo Datou's voice sounded indistinct anymore.
Still in a patient tone, the one-armed man said softly..
"Now you're trying to survive this one blow of mine..."
"See Palm ...!" the figure of the one-arm man floated slowly towards Mo Datou, who hurriedly raised the two spirit claws in his hand. He attacked back in a very loud screaming voice...
"White Skull Claw !"
Krak - krak - krak
Mo Datou's claw weapon was broken not a crack, followed by all the bones along his broken arm. Mo Datou howled bitterly as the palm of the one-armed man pierced through his chest, leaving a charred wound that instantly made Mo Datou lose his life.
The one-arm man stared bargainly at all the corpses, and he muttered softly,
"I have not used a sword at all.
Ah... Why is this demon race becoming weaker and weaker?"
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