The chance encounter with Ye Xinglu was just a small episode in the journey of the Northern Meditation Cultivators, but this episode was enough to affect their hearts.

But Bei Ming Xiu also knew that when he saw Ye Xinglu leave the small inn, it was almost impossible for him to take the initiative to find Ye Xinglu, even if he succeeded, Ye Xinglu would never be willing to bring trouble to them.

With regret, the Northern Cultivator and his party continued to advance towards the depths of the War Bear Tribe. The Demon Realm is no better than the Human Realm, there is no Heavenly Dao Alliance here to lead the cultivators, and the cultivators basically have to be included in the control of the tribe. As a "black household" who ran from the human world, they didn't have any proof that the demon domain cultivators were registered in their respective tribes at all, and if it was too attention-grabbing, it would not be a good thing to be exposed in a check.

They walked for three days in the War Bear Tribe, and everywhere they passed, whether it was a big city or a small village or town, it was almost desolate to the eye, and the atmosphere inside was eeriely depressing, and even the laughter of children was rarely seen.

In those places, there were always some white-clothed "Holy Sons" who were the same as the guy they met in Shafeng Town, in Ye Xinglu's description of them, they were a group of bastards who suddenly felt that they should be superior after receiving the alms of the Holy Pavilion, and frantically vented their superiority to their original compatriots.

These people are indeed arrogant and domineering, Bei Ming Xiu has seen a total of eight such "holy sons", none of them are willing to talk to their fellow sects on an equal footing, whenever they encounter these guys oppressing the good, they are all trying to punish them with their minds, but they also know that after suffering a setback, they will only restrain for two days, and then they will return to their usual appearance. When they see unevenness on the road, they can help each other easily, so what haven't they encountered?

Although this shows the strong binding force of the War Bear Tribe on the cultivators within its own territory to a certain extent, it also shows the transcendent status of the people in the Holy Pavilion among the War Bear Tribe. If it weren't for the fact that the strength of the War Bear Tribe still existed, the Northern Immortal Cultivator would really think that this place had been completely ruled by the Holy Pavilion.

When the sword encounters injustice, it will be Ming, but it is easier to cause some trouble in other people's territory, although Bei Mingxiu has resentment in his heart, but after all, he is not as simple as Tantai Yimeng, nor is he as careless as Ye Xinglu, Rao is so, along the way, his heart is also covered with a layer of haze, but this haze also quickly dissipated, because he heard a news.

The demon capital sent troops in a big way, and the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance put on a posture of fighting to the death, but the commander-in-chief of the army was not Chongzhao in the past, but a veteran who was once famous, but also controversial, and Yao Chong came to the battle not long ago, but with

Chongzhao suddenly disappeared together, and within a few days, he appeared on the territory of the Zhenlong tribe, and it was alone.

From the mouth of the spitting good guy on the street, Yao Chong at that time stood alone on the road of a thousand-person team of the Zhenlong tribe, dressed in white, carrying a white jade sword box, holding Chongming in front of the entrance of the valley, not like the emperor of the demon clan, but like a secular sword immortal.

The narrow valley is the most suitable for ambushes, and the spies sent by the thousand-man team confirmed that Yao Chong was the only one in front of the valley, and there was no one in the ambush, although the commander was puzzled, he still ordered the whole army to attack and kill Yao Chong who stopped there.

Thousands of troops and horses rushed to come, Yao Chong only clenched the long sword in his hand, twisted the sword trick in his hand, the sword box behind his back opened violently, and countless sword sounds resounded through the valley.

The sound of the sword sounded suddenly, the whistling sound shook the nine skies, and ten thousand swords passed everywhere, and no one could do it. A moment later, the thousand-man team of the Zhenlong tribe had already lost their armor and fled in a hurry.

What they faced was only Yao Chong alone.

Yao Chong didn't really kill him, and he didn't personally pursue the remnants of the defeated soldiers who fled, but in the valley behind him, countless soldiers and horses rushed out, and no one was allowed to escape.

The leader was Chongzhao, and those soldiers and horses were none other than the most elite Black Wind Riders in the Demon Domain.

When the spies investigated, they had not yet entered the valley, but after Yao Chong drew his sword, they were like a sweeping storm, unstoppable, and even the steep mountains were difficult to stop.

Yao Chong's sword was in front, leading the black wind to ride away, and among the Zhenlong tribe, there was a wind and rain appearing.

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Stop and listen to the man's talk about Yao Chong's attack on the Black Wind Cavalry, although there were many exaggerations in that person's mouth, the Northern Meditation Cultivator could be sure that at least seven of them were true.

That day in Momei Villa, although he was drunk because of the wine handed by Ming Dao, and missed the shocking scene of Yao Chong and Mo Qing joining forces to fight against the White Tiger Envoy of the Holy Pavilion with the Canglang Sword Array, but according to Ming Dao's description, Yao Chong definitely has the qualifications to summon the Boundless Sword Peak group of swords, and now he must be much more refined than that day, with the sword box that is obviously not mortal, it is not a strange thing to encompass the core of the Boundless Sword Peak, and to use the power of one person to display one or two essences of the Canglang Sword Array.

However, one person's sword breaks through a thousand armors, and this scene is indeed spectacular.

Since Yao Chong has spared no effort to make a move, perhaps it will not be long before this demon domain will return to its clarity.

Bei Ming Xiu looked to the side, Luoshan City, where they were now, was also one of the richest cities in the War Bear Tribe, but just above this street, there were also ragged down-and-out people hiding in the shadows and shivering, and there was almost no sign of prosperity on the street, but compared to those places where most of the people complained, this place could already be said to be a paradise.

As for true prosperity and wealth

The place is probably the core area of the War Bear Tribe.

Bei Mingxiu thought so, and suddenly heard a commotion in his ears, a team of soldiers scolded and rushed here, the audience suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, only the poor man whose words stopped abruptly, before he could make any reaction, his thin body was directly pressed, and he was violently twisted and taken away, not knowing what kind of situation would greet him.

Bei Mingxiu was just a passer-by in ordinary clothes, and those soldiers didn't have the leisure to understand him, muttering something like "spreading rumors and making trouble", and took the poor man away.

It wasn't until the turmoil here completely subsided that Bei Mingxiu sighed and slowly left hand in hand with Yu Luoxia.

Although the War Bear Tribe was stirred up by that group of "Holy Pavilion disciples", the bodies and bones of these soldiers were very tough, and without the participation of cultivators, a soldier should be able to fight at least two people in the human world in close combat, but these guys are so respectful of force, and they are all extremely strong, why can't their waists be straight?

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The Northern Meditation Cultivator and his party were already separated in this Luoshan City, even the youngest Yuan Xue was a veteran of long-term training, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator was not worried about what would happen to them.

Yuan Xue and Yutai were walking on the street, Yuan Xue was quickly attracted by a scene on the side of the road, and her eyes were already moist when she looked at it.

A few children of the bear clan sat squatting there, all of them in rags, gray faces, and their bodies that should have been developing were lean and skeleton, and they were tearing half of the bread over there, and the cake was already cold, and there was a lot of dust on it, and the children could only get a small piece of it, but when they chewed the bread, their faces were rippling with joy, as if what many people in this world disdained was the most delicious food in the world.

Yuan Xue couldn't bear it, touched the Qiankun bag in her pocket, when they set off from Zhongzhou City, Beiming Xiu prepared a lot of silver taels, and there were a lot of "pocket flowers" in her Qiankun bag, so she walked to the cake stall on the side, bought a few freshly baked flatbreads with broken silver, and distributed them to the poor children who "enjoyed" the hard-won food.

One of the children, who looked a little older, thanked Yuan Xue repeatedly, although with an obvious accent of the War Bear Tribe, Yuan Xue could still hear the strong thanks.

Yuan Xue smiled embarrassedly, gave each child some broken silver, whispered a few words, and then returned to the side of Yutai Yimeng, who was waiting for him.

She did a good deed, but her mood was not good, but became heavier, she looked at the dream of Tantai, and asked seriously: "Sister Tantai, am I wrong?"