There are fifteen counties in the north of Taixuan Land. The strongest one is the Shixing County, which has the strongest power of stars. The overlord of Shixing County is the Star Sect, which is the most well-deserved strongest force in this vast northern land.

For countless creatures living in the north, the Star Clan, which has risen rapidly based on extraterritorial secret treasures in the past ten thousand years, is the last card in the north of Taixuan Land and the only existence that can compete with other major forces.

In a sense, the Star Clan has become a faith totem that all the northern monks can stand up their chests a little and declare proudly to the outside world. Some northern cultivators even discussed each other privately. In time, the Star Clan can lead the fifteen counties of the northern part of Taixuan to once again move towards revival and glorious fire, and may become the next Five Immortal Sect!

However, these period wings, these praises, and the practice beliefs in the hearts of northern monks, all turned into bubbles when they heard the news. Inside the Shenji Pavilion, covered by wind and sand in Xiaoyao City, it seemed that the sound of the broken beliefs in the hearts of the North could be clearly heard.

"This is impossible, it's impossible. I only visited Fanxing City, Moon Star County last year. In Fanxing City, the power of the Star Sect is so vast that it even summoned a meteor star outside the domain hanging high in the sky. In addition, within the Star Sect, there is the only powerful land god fairyland master in the north who is on the Taixuan List.

"I don't believe it. Even the five ancient hidden sects in the legend cannot erase the entire Fanxing City and Xingchen Sect overnight!"

Incredible roars kept ringing in the Shenji Pavilion. After the northern monks who had been oppressed for countless years finally had almost burst into tears after the fire of hope was extinguished.

In fact, few monks from Taixuan Land outside the North can understand the bitterness and suffering of these monks present. The most intuitive point is that in the eyes of other major forces, all the monks in the fifteen counties in the North, except for a few, are all divided into casual cultivators. However, there are not without aristocratic families and sects in the North, but they are all subconsciously ignored because of their weak strength.

The ghosts and monsters took advantage of the sudden changes in the North Sea to slaughter the northern counties and slaughter them freely. It can be seen that the anger and sorrow in the minds of the scattered cultivators in the north at this time were not formed overnight, but the accumulation after tens of thousands of years of oppression.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have known that the fifteen northern counties in Taixuan Land would be so serious."

In the corner of the Shenji Pavilion in Xiaoyao City, a mellow sounded. This sound came from a well-proportioned figure wearing a roving windbreaker. Then he looked at the inside of the Shenji Pavilion, shrouded in indignation and tragic emotions in front of him, and continued to speak:

"In fact, not only the monks in the northern land, but also all the casual cultivators in the entire Taixuan land have tightened to the extreme. Just a small straw will crush the entire mountain, thus forming a collapse of the sky."

After the mellow voice of the middle-aged man fell, a petite figure sitting right on the table raised his head, and then a crisp sound came out:

"Uncle, what is the straw in your mouth? Will the two immortal mountains be reborn this time?"

"I don't know about this. I can't even see clearly if the machine is in chaos today."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he raised his hand and patted the little girl beside him in great devotion. The latter thought for a while and the voice continued to sound:

"Even uncle, you can't see clearly, then I think no one in the world can see clearly."

The little girl's words were as sure as if she were to be heard by the casual cultivators around her, but she didn't know how shocking it would feel if she was heard by the casual cultivators around her. However, although the girl's voice was not weak, the monks around her continued to talk as if they could not hear it.

Then a burst of hearty laughter came from the middle-aged man's roving cloak, and then he shook his head and said:

"Yi'er, this world is very big. Maybe someone can see further and clearly than my uncle."

After this statement fell, the middle-aged man stretched out his right hand, covered with thick calluses, held the teacup in front of him, and his voice continued to spread:

"The world's flows through the flow of things, and there are both contexts to be found, but they are also full of variables. To put it bluntly, it depends on how many thoughts the monks can deduce and think in the sea of ​​consciousness. When practicing, what they practice is not only the realm of vitality, but also one must practice one thought to be clear."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the little girl next to him nodded solemnly. Then he seemed to have thought of something, raised his eyebrows and spoke up and asked:

"Uncle, what is the origin of the Soul Burial Sect, the most powerful sect in the north, that was directly attacked overnight?

"I just heard everyone around me talking about the five ancient hidden sects."

"Before talking about the Soul Burial Sect, my uncle will first tell you about the so-called five ancient hidden sects. In fact, there is no hidden sect in the entire Taixuan Land at all. It's just that some sects have high profile and like to move around the world, while the other small group is not. Because of their deep accumulation, they do not need to rely on folk prestige to attract resources.

"Over time, these low-key forces that are not visible but as mysterious as the tip of the iceberg on the water surface, the mysterious sages of Shenji Pavilion are named as the five hidden sects and spread throughout the Taixuan land. In addition to the Soul Burial Sect, the so-called five sects also include Wujiang, Dayan, Shuntian, and."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man raised his finger and pointed at himself. Under the coarse cloth hood, he showed an inexplicable smile on his face. Then the little girl beside him burst into laughter like a silver bell and said:

"As my uncle said, the people from Shenji Pavilion are really nonsense charlatans."

"This Shenji Pavilion is nonsense, but the inheritance of the Soul Burial Sect can really be called the ancient word. No matter how the fortune and history of the Taixuan land change, this Soul Burial Sect, which controls the soul and uses the dead energy as the foundation of cultivation, can always nourish and grow from the darkest corners, come out in full bloom, and go back and forth."

"According to my uncle's words, aren't the people of the Soul Burial Sect just like the so-called Sleepless Sect, immortal and extremely powerful?"

The little girl's inquiry was solemn, and then the middle-aged man shook his head gently and responded:

"There is still a difference. Yi'er, if we divide the world we are in into two poles, one for life and the other for death, then all living beings living in the Taixuan Land are between these poles.

"Whether between the two poles, everyone moves from life to death, which is the core law of heaven and earth. However, through practice, some people can turn around and run towards the place of life and slow down to death, but some people can embrace death faster through practice. The people of the Soul Burial Sect are the latter."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man picked up the teacup and took a sip in his mouth, and the voice continued to sound:
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