Standing in front of a quaint city gate, the entire city gate was completely carved from a huge stone, Shen Hao looked up at the two carved big characters 'Border City' above. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Border City, as its name suggests, is an authentic border town, and it can be regarded as a very old ancient city. Although he has never been here once, he is also familiar to Shen Hao, and he knows a lot about the legends of the border city.

Thinking back to the border city that his grandfather told to him like a story when he was a child, looking at the city gate in front of him, although it had been repaired again, Shen Hao still seemed to see the traces of vicissitudes on it.

Invisibly, Shen Hao's heart had a little more respect, and he walked in solemnly with the endless flow of people. After entering the city, it is full of people, and it can be said that it is a sea of people, and there are almost no ordinary people here, and if there are some miscellaneous servants. Shen Hao took advantage of the Heavenly Eye Technique and looked at it, this dense crowd was all monks, and both sides of the street were full of some pills, talismans, weapons and the like, and the pedestrians around him were also talking about the Soul Slaughtering Society, Shen Hao suddenly thought that it had come to the day of the Spirit Slaughtering Conference.

The dazzling array of things on both sides didn't seem to mention Shen Hao's interest at all, because the things he needed had already been bought at the barter conference. Walking straight forward, I didn't stop until I walked to the door of a restaurant, and there were four words scribbled on a dilapidated plaque of 'Border City Restaurant', and these four words were actually very simple, giving people the feeling that they had been handed down thousands of years ago.

Shen Hao raised his feet and stepped in, as soon as he entered the door, he heard bursts of cheers and bursts of applause, only to see that in front of a table in the corner of the inside, an old man with a long beard with white hair was foaming at the mouth of the book, and there were many listeners around him.

From time to time, the old man wiped the three-inch long beard on his chin with his hand, and the gray robe had been washed almost white, although it was slightly old, but it was very clean and tidy.

The cheekbones on the emaciated face protruded high, and the complexion was slightly yellow, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Shen Hao chose a table and sat down, it was not yet noon, and there were not too many guests in the restaurant. And this kind of storyteller's favorite choice is the time of eating in this restaurant, although it is noisy, but it has invisibly attracted a lot of business to the store, so the owner of the store also acquiesced to this phenomenon.

After Shen Hao sat down, no Xiao Er came to greet him, and when he looked around, it turned out that even the shopkeeper was fascinated. Anyway, he didn't feel hungry, so Shen Hao didn't greet Xiao Er, and listened with relish while waiting.

This storyteller is telling about the beast tide war tens of thousands of years ago, although the content is not much different from what the grandfather told, but its excitement is very different, when it comes to the excitement, even everyone can feel as if they are in the scene, pinching a cold sweat for the characters in the story, after the plot of the fight, everyone actually heard a cold sweat, this kung fu made Shen Hao can't help but sigh at the storyteller's shocking eloquence.

It is said that it was established by the ancient cultivators at that time in order to resist the attack of the beast tide, and the so-called beast tide is the spirit beast that moves out in a big way, gushing out of the wild ancient forest like a tide, and wantonly searching for cultivation materials in the place where human beings live, and every time the beast tide all the spirit beasts are in order, as if someone is invisibly controlling it from afar.

It's like there is a scheming military advisor in this spirit beast army, and all the itineraries of this tens of thousands of spirit beast army are planned in an orderly manner, without a trace of chaos.

What's even more rare is that when this spirit beast army attacked, it was very consistent not to harm those ordinary people who did not have any cultivation, which couldn't help but make people amazed, and also felt a burst of joy, after all, the most suffering in the war is still the ordinary people.

This terrifying beast tide attack is to send troops almost every once in a while, although it often loses a part of its cultivation resources every time, but the spirit beast must also pay a heavy price.

Because a large part of the low-level spirit beasts will be slaughtered by the immortal cultivators and turned into cores. Gradually, this beast tide evolved into an opportunity for immortal cultivators to experience again and again.

The Immortal Cultivation Realm has set up many sentry posts at the exit of the Savage Ancient Forest, closely monitoring every move in the Ancient Forest, and once it finds that the spirit beast has abnormal behavior, it will send the news back in time.

Although each wave of the army is not at a specific time, but it will definitely not be too long, and the immortal cultivation world is fully prepared to meet this attack again and again, not so much an attack as a 'gift' but a spirit beast taking the initiative to send its own core, but every time many spirit beasts are still pouring out like sea water, and it seems to have lasted for several years.

Another wave of beast tide army attacks, and this time is also the last wave of attacks. Everyone in the Immortal Cultivation Realm was complacent waiting for another slaughter, and once again harvesting a large number of cores. The past experiences have made them forget about the danger, and the sight of the spirit animal is like seeing a lamb to the slaughter, meat on the chopping board.

And this time, it was beyond everyone's expectations, there were a lot of high-level spirit beasts in the beast tide, and even some spirit beasts were unknown spirit beasts that no one had ever seen and didn't know the level.

This time, the attack on the Immortal Cultivation Realm suffered heavy losses, and the news was caught off guard by the spirit beast before it could be transmitted back. All the way, he went straight to Qianyuan Mountain, the base camp of immortal cultivators.

Although there were many high-level monks on Qianyuan Mountain, it was still difficult to resist the tide of spirit beast attacks, and they were defeated and retreated.

At that time, one of the leaders of the spirit beast army fought with the Qingyuan real people who existed in the mythical world of cultivating immortals for ten days and ten nights, and in the end, the Qingyuan real people fell unfortunately, and the Qianyuan Palace was also full of ruins and ruins, becoming a ruin.

Many ancient immortal cultivation secret techniques, all kinds of cultivation resources have been plundered, and many immortal cultivators have also suffered countless casualties, how tragic the battle is, stumps and broken arms can be seen everywhere, and it is slightly insufficient to describe it as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Since that beast tide, the army of spirit beasts has never come out again, and it has been almost tens of thousands of years now. And after that battle, the immortal cultivation world has been in a slump since then, and there is no longer the majesty of the past, and no one has ever reached the realm of Qingyuan Zhenren, and the entire immortal cultivation world has directly fallen to a level.

Those ancient cultivation secret techniques have never been handed down anymore, and the entire immortal cultivation world that was originally integrated has also collapsed, and everyone has begun to set up their own sects to defend one side, and there are now so many sects.

Mr. Storyteller is even more emotional, and he shows a look of nostalgia as if he is recalling the past, as if the things he is telling are his own personal experience.

Finally, after the lecture, the storyteller took a sip of the still warm tea, and everyone recovered from the fierce 'battle', and suddenly there was another burst of fierce applause.