After hearing that poem, Shiliu's heart dropped.

Because the song "Golden Arms and Iron Horses Marching on the Divine Continent" is a poem common to all bald royal monks.

The totem of their tribe is the 'double white swallows'.

With anger in his eyes, Master Shiliu moved his fingers slightly, making slight changes, and his disfigured face instantly regained its handsomeness.

He sneered and said: "A group of mountain warriors have no writing and no knowledge of rituals and music. They used to eat hair and drink blood. They invaded the northern land and led beasts and cannibals. They were defeated in the Central Plains."

"You admire the civilization of the Central Plains and submit to the emperor. You pay tribute every year. The emperor does not regard it as crude, allows the market to change, teaches writing, grants seals, and makes you a king."

"But you barbarians have been granted titles and enjoyed rewards for generations, but you have evil intentions and don't know how to repay your kindness. How barbaric are you? How dare you call me a barbarian?"

The giant face of the dark cloud disappeared, and a man in gray robe stepped out. He had a rough face and short hair.

Hearing the scolding, he smiled arrogantly: "My ancestors submitted to the emperor of the Han Dynasty, what do they have to do with you cowardly Jin people?"

Master Shiliu said angrily: "Emperor Wu of the Jin Dynasty also granted the Tufa clan a title and allowed you to move inland to the two remote and Hebei provinces, where you can live together and teach, avoid ignorance and become civilized."

"Now the Tufa clan has launched a rebellion and massacred the prefectures and counties. They are extremely shameless and cruel!"

"Hahaha!" The man in gray robe laughed disdainfully.

Then he said with a look of disdain: "Today the Central Plains is full of music and dancing, depravity and greed are rampant, young men do not listen to military drums, and men are vying to be their wives."

"Such a country of birds, birds, dogs and sheep, does it deserve to be called a civilization?"

"The Tufa clan raised an army to defeat the Jin Dynasty and restore the Han Dynasty! Respect Heaven and attack the Southern Barbarians!"

Master Shiliu was almost stunned because the evil cultivator in front of him was making strong excuses and using the culture of the Central Plains as an excuse.

He speaks standard Yanzhao dialect and has read a lot of books.

After all, if you haven't read books, you can't become an immortal.

Since the Han Dynasty, Human chiefs have been granted official titles and submitted to the emperor, which caused them to have immortal bones after a few generations.

That's why barbarians have monks, and many of them are extremely talented and beautiful people.

These people combined with some heretical scum and monsters from the Central Plains to form the so-called "barbarian monsters" group.

The Bald Hair Family is still relatively well. They have only risen in recent decades and have not read many books.

Among the five great barbarians, the most powerful was the Yongxun clan, who had a great master in the Tao realm named Liu Wendi.

At first glance, when I heard the name, I thought he was from the Central Plains.

After all, Chanyu of the Xianxu family directly changed his surname to Liu, claiming to be a descendant of the Han Dynasty...

Because my ancestor married a Han Dynasty princess, he claimed to have the right to inherit the Han Dynasty... Now these barbarians are raging in Heluo, besieging the capital of the Jin Dynasty, and threatening to rebuild the Han Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, the Tufa family also learned this trick and even said that they wanted to "return to the Han Dynasty", but he was not shameless enough to change his surname. After all, his ancestors had never had a marriage relationship.

Master Shiliu tried to clear his mind, and his anger gradually calmed down, and he sneered: "Hehehe... You are a barbarian, you have learned a few words and tricks like a human being, I don't even bother to argue with you."

"Now that you have stepped into the immortal path, you will be an outsider from now on. The separation and reunification of the human world has nothing to do with us."

"It's too late for you to go back now. There's hope for a fairyland in the future, so I can go back to the mountain to practice and not care about worldly affairs."

The Bald-haired evil cultivator pulled out a big knife from the clouds, and the cold light shone in all directions.

He said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense. Now that you are here, don't leave. I have killed countless Central Plains monks like you."

Master Shiliu's heart sank, and he said with a smile: "You are so arrogant that you dare to make such a noise even in the spiritual stage. Is there really no one in the Central Plains?"

"Since ancient times in China, the immortals have never known how ordinary they are! With your superficial skills, you can be wiped out by a true master with a flick of your hand!"

The evil cultivator of the Tufa clan said arrogantly: "Come on! Let them come. Why don't the experts you mentioned come?"

Master Shiliu's face was gloomy: "With your level, you don't need an expert to take action..."

"Hahaha! There is no point in being a high-level person. They are all a bunch of cowards!" The Bald-haired evil cultivator's attitude was extremely arrogant.

He is only in the spiritual stage, but his magic power is surprisingly high, about 20,000 levels.

Suddenly, the sword was swung out, and the sky was full of swordsmen. They were all weapons transformed by magic, and they also had terrifying aura attached to them.

Countless swords, spears, swords and halberds were filled with energy, forming a torrent of weapons, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

Master Shiliu was not afraid at all. He drew out both swords and formed a net to block the torrent. He even wanted to rely on his quality to stab the enemy in reverse.

For a moment, there were flashes of swords and shadows in the sky.

Meanwhile, Shen Leling and Feng Junyou below were stunned and didn't know who to hit.

Shiliu Zhenren carries the soul of Yan Slave, so he must be beaten, otherwise how can he rescue Yan Slave.

As for the evil cultivator of the Bald Hair Clan, he drew the ground as a prison and threatened not to leave. If the old water girl and the old ghosts wanted to leave, they had to deal with him.

Looking at it this way, the three parties in the field are fighting on their own.

Now that the two were fighting, Shen Leling thought to himself that he would just sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers.

"Let's take this opportunity to absorb more of the origin!"

Feng Junyou was a little surprised: "Don't he know the condition of Yan Nu's body?"

Shen Leling whispered: "This evil cultivator is only in the spiritual stage and has no spiritual consciousness. And I'm afraid he didn't arrive very early. He probably just arrived."

"But when we absorb the origin, he can naturally see the strangeness of Yan Nu's corpse." Feng Junyou said.

But Shen Leling didn't care and said: "So what, we have to fight anyway. This evil cultivator is only in its spiritual stage."

"Even if he can defeat Pomegranate, it won't be solved in a short time. How dare he fight one against three?"

After that, she directly fed the corpse with grass, and the two of them took this opportunity to absorb another wave of origin.

Unexpectedly, the bald evil cultivator in the sky looked over directly.

Even if you don't have spiritual consciousness, you can still communicate with spiritual energy in the spiritual stage. Now that the distance is so close, you can still discover the wonderful features of Yan Nu's corpse.

"Huh? A corpse-shaped innate rare treasure? This is the first time I've seen it."

The evil Cultivator of the Bald Hair clan looked in surprise, and then said excitedly: "I said what are you fighting for? It turns out that you are fighting for this corpse."

Immediately with a wave of his hand, swords and soldiers rained down from the sky, reaching straight for the old ghost who took the water.

"Hmph! I wanted you to live for just a moment longer, but you still dare to act? You really don't know how to live or die!"

Shen Leling and Feng Junyou were both shocked. Is this evil cultivator crazy? Does he really dare to fight one against three?

After all, who doesn’t know how to live or die? In a magical period, he was enemies with one person, one demon and one ghost at the same time. He simply didn’t take them seriously at all.

"Okay, okay, then I'll kill you first!" Shen Leling continued to burn the source and gave the old ghost a source of living water.

The old ghost flew three feet in the air, and the ghost fire sword energy was like a mighty storm, magnificently vented.

Forty thousand levels of sword energy are so terrifying. There are not so many evil cultivators of the Bald Hair Clan in total. The sky is full of swords and weapons, and they are directly destroyed by being pushed horizontally.

"Can you continue to create the original corpse? It's really a good thing."

"It allows people to continuously replenish their origin and launch suicide spells, which ordinary monks would not dare to defeat."

The evil Cultivator of the Bald Hair Clan was not afraid at all when faced with the devastating sword energy. Instead, he was pondering the strangeness of this corpse.

At the same time, the body retreated into the dark clouds. In an instant, the dark clouds were shattered and scattered by the sword energy, turning into pieces of broken clouds.

The evil Cultivator of the Bald Hair Clan then emerged from a piece of broken cloud, as if to avoid harm.

Then he blew out a breath full of mana and created huge dark clouds in the sky.

"What a brilliant art of transforming clouds." Feng Junyou frowned.

This is similar to Shen Leling's spell of blending into the water. It can move and dodge in the clouds very quickly.

Unless the range of your sword energy is wider and all those hundred-foot-wide dark clouds are shattered, it will be difficult to hit him.

Every time the old ghost releases his sword energy, he has to replenish his original source. This gap is enough for the opponent to turn into dark clouds again.

Although if they continue to spend this time, they will definitely win, but the other party's confident look makes people feel a little embarrassed.

Shen Leling shouted to Master Shiliu: "Hey, please make up for it! You can almost kill him..."

"Uh, you guy, why are you still being suppressed?"

Shen Leling originally thought that the other party was seeking death by fighting one against three.

But suddenly I realized that something was wrong. On the other side of the sky, I could see the shadow of swords and swords, and in that area where the fighting continued, Master Shiliu was retreating steadily!

His sword is obviously more powerful than the opponent's spell, so why can't Master Shiliu resist it?

"His consciousness stage was actually suppressed by the magic of the spiritual stage?"

"Hey! Can you do it? Why is your swordsmanship so weak? You must have done it on purpose!"

Shen Leling and Feng Junyou relied on their magnificent explosions to frequently break the dark clouds and suppress the evil cultivators.

As a result, the evil cultivator was distracted from dealing with them, but could he also suppress the pomegranate master at the same time?

"No...no...there's something weird about this barbarian!" Master Shiliu responded with difficulty.

He was also stunned. As the person with the highest level in the audience, he actually stretched his hips the most?

Shiliu Zhenren has tried his best, but his gorgeous sword can't break the opponent's ordinary magic weapons, and the opponent can even use more magic power to destroy his sword.

This is too outrageous. I didn't feel this way when I was fighting Yan Nu.

The quality of the mana can be seen. The swordsmanship in the sky is obviously an ordinary magical spell. It is just that more mana is used and the formation is larger.

Anyone else would think that his sword can destroy anything. Because it is so obvious, as obvious as a wooden sword and a steel sword colliding.

As a result, the two collided, causing damage to each other. The other party just relied on having more magic power to suppress him and fight.

This feeling is as if... he is also in the spiritual stage.

But he's not... He doesn't feel that he has become weaker. The quality and power of the sword have not decreased. He even has more power than before because of his extraordinary performance.

That's why Shen Leling seriously suspected that he was pretending to fight... He was obviously so powerful, good fellow, he could faintly feel the threat of the sky-wide sword net from hundreds of feet away, but the result was a defeat layer by layer. This was not intentional. What else could it be.

"You hit us hard and you hit him so hard that he became like this? You're holding it back, right?"

Shen Leling spoke mercilessly. After all, everyone was an enemy, but the evil cultivator was too arrogant and took the initiative to fight three.

"I...I didn't!" Master Shiliu looked solemn, suddenly thought of something, and roared: "Ah! I know, it turns out that this is your Bald-faced clan's strange magic!"

"No wonder so many monks have died in your hands. Even those who are above the calamity stage dare not come here. They all say that you have strange powers and sorcery..."

"Is this it? Aren't you afraid of realm suppression?"

Before he came down from the mountain, he had heard that Hu Man had strange powers and sorcery, and that he had some unnatural demeanor.

He understood the heaven-defying posture, but he never understood what the strange power and sorcery was.

It wasn't until he handed it over that he experienced this kind of frustration firsthand.

"What?" Shen Leling and the old ghost were shocked. Strange power and sorcery? Aren't you afraid of realm suppression?

It sounds like a magical power, but the evil cultivator of the Bald Hair Clan does not use magical powers at all. Magical powers have obvious characteristics.

"What kind of evil magic? Is it the power of the heaven-defying posture?" Shen Leling asked.

Master Shiliu said blankly: "It's not a heaven-defying posture, because it is said that everyone with Bald Hair has it..."

"Everyone has it? That is indeed a magic." Shen Leling pondered.

Seeing that neither of them knew what strange power and sorcery was, the old ghost even less knew. After all, fifty years ago, the Bald-haired clan was just an ordinary tribe among many barbarians.

The evil cultivator of the Bald-haired clan raised his head and laughed when he heard their random guesses: "Hahaha! How pitiful..."

"Your group of top aristocratic families have long since given up on the north. We agreed to rule across the river with them, and they just left obediently..."

"You are left with a bunch of pathetic people who don't even know about the innate treasure!"

"Hmph..." Master Shiliu snorted coldly and did not refute, because he knew about 'dividing the river to rule', which was an agreement reached by the spiritual community after the battle of Yanshan.

However, Shen Leling asked: "What does it mean to divide a river and rule it?"

Master Shiliu hesitated to speak, and then gave a brief explanation.

It turns out that barbarians and demons have joined forces and are wreaking havoc in the North. Some monks have long gone down to succumb to the demons, and many of them are first-class monks.

The most famous one is the Battle of Yanshan, where Hu Man and his family dispatched as many as a thousand monks.

Among them, there are more than 100 Hu barbarians, and the remaining 800 or so monks are all from the Central Plains, and their realms generally crush the other party.

But the result was that the monks from the Central Plains were defeated and suffered heavy losses, and the first-class nobles collectively moved south...

These middle- and lower-level aristocratic families were left behind to take over the north.

Originally, many ancient masters just didn't care about anything, completely abandoned the secular world, lived far away in the mountains and seas, and had no interest in conquering demons.

Since the Battle of Yanshan, there have been even fewer monks willing to go out...

The first-rate clansmen even agreed not to send out any more of their own monks, and the barbarians also agreed not to cross the Yangtze River and go south.

So much so that now, when fighting against the barbarian monsters, even the Tribulation Stage no longer comes, only second- and third-rate families, and occasionally a few spiritual consciousness stage monks like him come back.

"Has the world become like this in fifty years?" Feng Laogui felt unbelievable after hearing this.

There are many talented monks in the Central Plains, and there are tens of thousands of practitioners.

And Guang Laogui knows the names of more than seventy great masters in the Dao realm... He has heard of more than a dozen in the Immortal Realm!

Even if the immortal didn't come out, he still couldn't figure out how he was defeated by the demon.

Even if you lose once, you won't stop fighting, right? Would you rather let your family move south? Are you too lazy to send out stronger ones?

"Why? You bunch of righteous people will send out the calamity period to kill me, and you will pick on the weak ones, right? Where are all the immortals hiding?" Shen Leling sneered.

"You monster, you know nothing!" Master Shiliu said coldly: "That's the general situation... Beidihe should have suffered such a disaster. I went down the mountain just to do my best..."

"Hmph, wait until the number of days changes again, and you will see if the powerful ones can deal with them!"

Shen Leling rolled her eyes. She didn't understand what the weather was or what the general trend was.

It sounds like he is looking for an excuse to not want to deal with worldly matters.

Feng Junyou sounded like this. He was also from a noble family, so after thinking about it carefully, he understood... Regardless of the top noble families, the first-class families are ancient and powerful, but the secular and spiritual worlds are separated.

Many people have reached a higher realm and no longer have family in their eyes. What kind of family is nothing more than a trivial thing.

When he was in his spiritual stage, he didn't care about family affairs at all, and he was just like idle clouds and wild cranes. Even if the Sima family wanted to usurp the throne, he didn't even know that the family might be exterminated and destroyed by dissidents.

Not to mention the existence of high realms.

The higher the realm, the more ancient it is. How do people from hundreds of years ago care about their descendants hundreds of years later? I don’t know how far apart the blood relationship is, and I can’t even meet them face to face.

There may be individual monks who are unique, but most of them are actually out of reach of secular families...

Those who can be invited back are all young... no more than a hundred years old.

Is the Zhu family just a monk in the spiritual consciousness stage, Master Shiliu? That's not the case. You must know that even the declining Zhang family had Zhang Tong in the calamity stage a few years ago. The Zhu family probably has more than one calamity stage.

It's just that Master Shiliu... is young. He even knows people from the secular Zhu family...

"Damn it, what on earth is an innate rare treasure?" Master Shiliu had been fighting continuously and didn't have much mana.

At this moment, the realm is obviously higher, as if the realm is the same as that of the opponent. The beating made him extremely aggrieved. He was already scarred and struggling on the edge of death.

"If you don't know, you just don't know. Those who know will naturally know. I don't need to explain to you, because I actually don't know either..." The Bald-Faced Evil Cultivator laughed.

The other three were speechless, what about this riddle?

This is obviously some kind of secret. They don't know it, so it's normal for them not to tell it.

I saw the Bald-faced evil cultivator, while neutralizing the old ghost's offensive, he frequently used killing moves, hoping to quickly deal with the real Shiliu.

And once the old ghost stops, he will immediately release a sword light, like a long river of sword energy.

This forced the old ghost to repeatedly 'self-destruct' on the verge of life and death.

It can be said that this evil cultivator is one against three and does not fall behind at all.

"What kind of evil magic is this? Why didn't I feel it?" Feng Junyou asked strangely.

Master Shiliu said sternly: "You are all in the spiritual stage, so of course there is no realm suppression. You have more magic power than him, so you can naturally suppress him!"

He finally understood that although the spells of the evil cultivator of the Bald Hair Clan were crude, they had a strange ability to 'bring any spell to the same level'.

No, it's not like...but 'as if'!

Because the power of his spells has not decreased, it is just that after encountering the opponent's spells, it is 'regarded' as the same crude and rubbish spells...

"Yeah...this barbarian pulled me to the same height as him, and then defeated me with abundant magic power..."

"Release my brother! Otherwise you will die!" Shen Leling shouted.

Shiliu Zhenren shouted with difficulty: "How can I use the universe in my belly now!"

After saying this, he was slashed by the swordsmen all over the sky. He immediately stopped wasting his mana with swordsmanship, his body shook, and he directly activated his magical power and rushed forward.

"electrolysis?"

Seeing that he suddenly ignored his spells and came from nowhere, the evil Cultivator of the Bald Hair clan looked a little more serious.

Because at the same time, the old ghost unleashed another magnificent sword energy.

Being attacked from two sides at the same time, using the art of turning into clouds is asking for death. They can kill him by strangling all the clouds.

A flash of black color immediately flashed across his body, and a dagger was thrown away.

"Boom!"

The evil cultivator of the Bald Hair clan withstood the will-o'-the-wisp sword energy and the bombardment of Shiliu Master, showing only a faint smile and was unscathed.

The thrown dagger turned into powder and disappeared into ashes.

"Send the staff!" The water girl and the old ghost said in unison, because this is the magical power of earth evil spirits and it is very famous.

Once the magical power is activated, the damage caused by the attack can be placed on other objects to receive it instead!

Master Shiliu looked desperate. He turned on electrolysis and couldn't use magic. Just now he relied on inertial bombardment.

As a result, this move was directly resisted by the opponent. The two of them were close to each other instantly. At this moment, it was too late for him to pull away.

"Poof!" The evil cultivator of the Tufa clan cut it in half with a single stroke of his knife: "I heard that you have something inside you?"

Shiliu's pupils shrank, and he fell in despair. Time and space distorted in his abdomen, and several magic weapons and cultivation resources fell like rain from the sky.

This is exactly what happened inside the belly, and exploded in an instant!

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