During the Qi training period, wild cultivation is like weeds or crops.
Wild grass burns once in autumn, but grows again when the spring breeze blows.
During the period of Qi training, I would practice wild cultivation, and I would kill one wave every thousand years, and then it would come back again after it was gone.
July 30th, thirteen thousand four hundred and twenty-sixth year of the New Immortal Calendar.
midnight.
Jinjianzong Hall Square.
"...The thirty-six first-class sects are almost evenly divided into one hundred and eight mortal realms.
Although the materials and spiritual objects are low-level, they are better because they are endless.
We, the seventy-eight second-class sects and the two hundred and eighteen third-class sects, can't even drink a sip of soup, so we can only struggle to survive in this declining world of immortality."
The voice of the sect's Yuan Ying stage elder reached the ears of all the monks present.
More than a hundred monks at the foundation-building stage and nearly thirty monks at the golden elixir stage stood quietly. They more or less knew what was about to happen.
"Cultivation of immortality, fighting with the sky for fate, the weak and the strong, we can only accept our fate!"
"Eight thousand years ago, the Sunset Sect proposed, and we, the second-class sects, and the third-class sects all agreed, to start a resource plundering around 1,000 to 1,200 years ago, and not seal the sword for a month!"
"Eleven hundred years have passed since the last time. Recently, 296 sects or sects have agreed to start plundering resources again at midnight today..."
"Half of the materials obtained will be handed over to the sect and half will be kept for yourself. How much you can get depends on your ability..."
"Establish a blood knot!" the sect elder shouted fiercely.
The monks at the Foundation Establishment Stage and the Golden Core Stage all present forced out a drop of blood essence and gathered it in the air. Several elders at the Nascent Soul Stage also forced out some blood to pool with the essence and blood of the previous monks.
Everyone cast spells and chanted spells together, and the blood in the air continued to roll, and finally turned into a blood-red mist, shrouding all the monks in it.
After a while, the blood mist disappeared, and everyone was glowing with a faint red light.
"After the blood knot is completed, if anyone falls, the murderer will not be able to escape within seven days, and the two hundred and ninety-six sects or sects will kill him."
"The foundation building period is the main one, and the golden elixir takes care of it. Our Yuanying and other sects' Yuanying will continue to form formations in front of some first-class sects to prevent some monks from the first-class sects from making any changes."
"Let's go!" After Yi Yi set off, all the monks of the Golden Sword Sect in the square began to fly with their swords, flying in the same direction.
The same scene happened in the Sunset Sect, Xuanhuo Sect, Lingmu Sect... and other 296 sects or sects.
"Senior brother, are all these wild cultivators fools? They don't know how to hide once in a thousand years or so." A certain Golden Sword Sect foundation-building monk asked his close senior brother through a message during the flight.
"Junior brother usually only concentrates on cultivation. It is normal to not understand these things. It is difficult for wild cultivators to build a foundation. They basically practice Qi. With a life span of more than 100 yuan, they have rotated through several waves of people in a thousand years.
Even if there are lucky immortals, almost all of them are scared to stay away from this place, and the few who survive rarely spread the news?"
"Why?" The young Foundation Establishment Junior Brother didn't understand.
Glancing at the wood-like junior brother, the senior brother continued to explain: "The wild cultivators are scattered and have no descendants. They are all selfish people. They don't want to see good things in others, and they wish that more people would die in the future. Even if someone spreads the news, but
Two or three generations later disappeared.
Unlike the sect monks like us, most of them are connected by blood and advance and retreat together! Don't show any sympathy, you won't be able to run away, it will only reduce your own gains." Senior Brother warned.
"How is it possible? This opportunity only comes once in a thousand years. I finally caught up with it. How can I give up? I still want to attack the Golden Elixir Avenue." The junior brother said with a fierce expression and some worry: "Most wild cultivators are in some first-class positions.
It’s a pity that it’s within the sect’s sphere of influence!”
"Junior brother, I don't know. According to the usual practice, the first-class sect's sphere of influence of 100,000 miles will retreat to 80,000 miles. Except for those who are individually informed that the city cannot be moved, everyone else can be killed!"
"Can the first-class sect still give in?" Junior Brother was a little surprised.
"What kind of concession? More than half of the resources obtained here must be given to the first-class sects. Dozens of Nascent Souls really thought they were confronting each other. To put it nicely, they were just jointly supervising how many resources they could get, because that's the richest place.
Within 20,000 miles of a first-class sect, if outsiders enter easily, whoever enters will die..."
After this group of Golden Sword Sect monks flew a long distance away, they gathered with another wave of monks, and then with a third wave of monks.
Monks from several second-class sects gathered together, or several second-class and third-class sects gathered together to form a large group with several hundred foundations, nearly a hundred golden elixirs, and about twenty Nascent Souls.
Beginning in the southeastern area of the Immortal Cultivation World, in areas outside the sect's influence, the non-sect monks outside were slaughtered like plows, area by area, not sparing a single bit of land.
Under the search for a magical soul-finding board, few people could escape, and almost all of the dead were in the Qi-training period.
…
In the sky somewhere, a group of monks were flying with swords in the sky, several hundred meters apart, forming a long line and moving forward at a uniform speed.
Occasionally, a flying sword would fall down, and a wailing sound would be heard from the ground. The monk flying with the sword would fall down. After a short time, he would fly with the sword again.
There was only an almost torn body left on the ground, and all resources and finances had been wiped out.
Sometimes several monks fell down at the same time, and the different monks who gathered together were killed separately, and each one looked at the corpse first, like guessing a blind box.
"You are so poor, you have been free for a thousand years!" A monk who killed several people in a row complained dissatisfiedly without getting anything good.
"It's just luck." The two monks who had gained something around them talked and laughed happily.
Some wild cultivators felt that something was wrong and ran away in panic. After all, the sect's monks were limited and could only cover a part of the area. Some wild cultivators were lucky enough to bypass them, but were killed by the Jindan cultivators who were walking alone to block the leak.
In some small cities with dense wild cultivators, groups of sect monks were flying in the air, and flying swords were harvesting cheap lives. After the flying swords, a group of sect monks landed and flew up again. The scene was like
A swarm of locusts fell to the ground and flew up again, leaving no grass growing wherever they passed.
Teaming up is to prevent accidents. Wild cultivators are also monks when they are weak. When one to many, it is inevitable that the boat will capsize. This is the experience gained from many resource plunders.
The monks of the sect have similar combat prowess, and they often take great action, even to the point of life and death.
But in this great robbery that occurs once in a thousand years, all the monks of the sect are trying their best to protect themselves while constantly killing the weaker wild cultivators. No one will take action against other monks of the sect, because almost all the people in the same sect
With a blood knot in your body, if you kill someone, your whole sect will know about it.
It has been agreed long ago that the sect will pay for the lives of those who kill the sect! So this is like asking for death, and no one will make such a mistake.
Disaster in the Immortal Realm
The strong shed blood
The corpses of the weak lie everywhere
Some people were chatting and laughing, some were running away.