Great Jin, southern Xinjiang.

This place is one of the few places in the Great Jin Dynasty that were not controlled by major sects, and the resources in the county were occupied and divided by more than a dozen medium sects.

Although these sects usually have internal struggles, once other forces invade southern Xinjiang, they will immediately unite and fight against the enemy together. Even those sects among the ten major sects of the righteous and demons are unable to invade their forces. The secular forces here also live in seclusion in the mountains, which are different from the customs and habits of other places. Therefore, they have always disobeyed the control of the Great Jin Dynasty and have a posture of becoming a country in the Great Jin Dynasty.

This situation occurs mainly because the terrain of southern Xinjiang has a special terrain. Not only is it raining all year round, but it is also almost everywhere with deep mountains and ridges, connecting them together.

Such a special terrain naturally produces a large number of natural miasma and poisonous insects.

The major sects in southern Xinjiang were born from this, and their practices formed a unique system.

The techniques practiced by these sects are mostly sinister methods rarely seen in the world of immortal cultivation. They are not only good at using poison and deworming rare methods, but also superbly cursed evil techniques. When cultivators of the same level fight with them, they will be inexplicably poisoned if they are not careful. They are really hard to defend against.

Because of this, the major forces within the southern Xinjiang are very xenophobic. Not only are they different customs and habits, but their special cultivation methods also make the monks in southern Xinjiang subconsciously keep their mystery and hide themselves.

Therefore, the atmosphere in the entire southern Xinjiang has naturally become increasingly closed.

Recently, even such a closed atmosphere in southern Xinjiang cannot prevent a shocking event from spreading within southern Xinjiang.

"I'm already talking." The man sitting in the head could not help but sighed with his head down: "Don't forget, this person is a person who is in charge of the joint efforts of the four major sects and has also destroyed all the many Yuanying elders who are ambushing them! He alone is at least equivalent to two of the ten major forces of the righteous and demons!"

Deep in the southern border, a huge bamboo building stands on a hill that has been shrouded by purple poisonous miasma all year round.

"Ha! Care trouble? The three families are fighting for the territory of the Yinluo Sect now, so they have no time to cause trouble for that person. I guess they are all afraid that the person will cause trouble for them now. This fellow Taoist named Lu is now wandering around, and no one goes up to stop him along the way. If you don't know, you think that all the sect forces outside the southern border are dead!"

"I have seen the elders! I have seen the four elders!" Before the man finished speaking, he saw an old man with a white face and a beardless face quickly walked in, hurriedly bowed to the five people, and then said with a serious expression:

Speaking of this, the burly man's face showed a bit of cunning, which was in a great contrast with his honest and honest face.

It seems that no one has any good impression of the sects outside southern Xinjiang.

A burly middle-aged man glanced at everyone and asked in a serious tone: "Senior Brother, is the situation really that bad?"

"We, the Poison Saint Sect, dare not make a promise, let alone other forces."

A man with a feminine temperament spoke sarcastically, and afterwards, his tone couldn't help but feel harsh.

"Let's talk about the main business first. This person who entered southern Xinjiang did not mean that we could fool him by pretending to be deaf and dumb. Other sects in southern Xinjiang will definitely take action, whether it's tempting or defense, in short, they must come up with a charter."

"Hmph!" Hearing this, a gloomy monk with a ferocious poisonous scorpion tattooed on his face snorted coldly.

"This is easy to say, but other sects are not fools, especially those forces outside the southern border, they..."

"Okay, don't complain!" The man sitting in the head sighed silently, shook the jade slip in his hand and said:

The man sighed long after hearing this, "Brother Wei doesn't want to believe it, but that's the case. The man had no intention of concealing his whereabouts along the way, and came straight towards our southern border openly!"

When the man sitting in the head heard this, his face suddenly pulled down, and his eyes showed signs of fatigue visible to the naked eye.

"What an arrogant boy! Isn't he worried about Yueyang Sect, Xueshuo Sect, and Leiyin Sect causing trouble for him?"

"Cough!" Then the burly man coughed, his eyes slightly turned, and his tone said with a guilty tone:

"Senior brother, in fact, we don't have to be so tempted by a great enemy. After all, our Poison Saint Sect is deep in the southern border. Even if he enters southern border, he will never be able to come to us for a while, let alone there is no rule in southern border that prohibits foreign monks from entering. If that person had a dispute with other forces, we would naturally have to take action when we received the letter, but the journey is long and we will go a little later, no one would say anything, right?"

"For so many years, southern Xinjiang has always been in the same spirit when facing foreign enemies. As one of the top forces in southern Xinjiang, it is difficult for us to survive alone!"

Inside the bamboo house, monks wearing green robes and embroidered with five-color silk threads hurriedly passed by, each with a faint smell of fishy sweetness. Under the clothes, there was something squirming slightly, which looked numb to the scalp.

At the top of this bamboo building, five middle-stage Nascent Soul monks gathered here to pass on the jade slips in their hands to each other, their faces looking ugly one by one.

A monk who emerged from a remote place for no reason, a madman who was good at incarnation and beast control techniques, killed four late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and twelve mid-stage Nascent Soul elders on the Shunjiang River. He pulled Yinluo Sect from the ten demonic sects, and triggered a chaotic battle between the top forces of the Great Jin Dynasty!

At this moment, this crazy cultivator who did things without regard for the consequences was coming towards the southern border!

"Such a powerful cultivator is equivalent to a big force. Now that he is going to enter southern Xinjiang, if he has a murderous intention to fight a certain sect in southern Xinjiang, or has his territory or has his eyes on the treasure of which sect? Which sect can stop him in the entire southern Xinjiang?"

The man leaned on the back of the chair and breathed a sigh of exhaustion.

"Senior Brother, is this true?" A slightly fat monk looked at the jade slip and his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He couldn't help but ask the monk sitting in the top.

"The elder, Lingwen Sect, Feilong Mountain, Scorpio Sect, and the three elders came here to visit the five elders. Now they have reached the foot of the mountain!"

Upon hearing this, the man couldn't help but shake his head and smiled bitterly.

"I've seen it all, I've asked us for an attitude."

When everyone heard this, they all smiled bitterly.
Chapter completed!