Family cultivation: I will create a family of sword immortals

On the Mobei wilderness, there is a tribe that originally worshipped the ancient gods for generations. Although the methods they practiced were derived from those of the cultivators in the Central Plains, these people were more direct. Apart from refining Qi, they paid more attention to bloodline. Through continuous practice, they tried to make their bloodline infinitely close to that of their ancestors. The price to pay for this retrograde practice was to constantly plunder the blood of others, and then use the energy in this blood to refine their own blood.

The most intuitive way of practicing this method is to eat human beings.

Apart from hunting monsters, humans, who are also cultivators, have purer blood energy. Therefore, for the cultivators in these tribes, hunting humans for blood is faster than hunting monsters for blood.

These practices are actually similar to the method of seizing the elixir in the Central Plains, and even have some of each other's shadows. And the method of seizing the elixir that appeared later can hardly be said to be not borrowed from the method of cultivation in this wilderness.

Therefore, the tribes in these wastelands have always been regarded as evil cultivators by the monks in the Central Plains. They often go south to hunt monks and use their blood to enhance their cultivation. This has been a headache for the monks in the Central Plains throughout the ages. The environment in the northern part of the wasteland is harsh, with wind, snow, and thunderstorms coexisting. Moreover, the rules there are strange, and there will be all kinds of secret turbulence. If you are not careful, you will fall into it and be wiped out by all kinds of strange rules.

In the past, many Nascent Soul cultivators from the Central Plains planned to go to the wilderness to completely eliminate these alien races, but they all died in this thunderstorm. The stronger the cultivation level, the more powerful the thunderstorm would be.

As time went by, the cultivators in the Central Plains gave up and only symbolically sent cultivators to the border to prevent these blood cultivators in the north from moving south.

A strange scene has now appeared on the wasteland. A group of cultivators from the Central Plains are chasing the Blood Cultivator all the way north. These people are not afraid of the thunderstorms and snowstorms, and they chase them all the way deep into the wilderness. What's more interesting is that these cultivators from the Central Plains want to stop them rather than completely destroy them.

"Great Chief, these Northern soldiers are a little strange. They only surrounded us but have no intention of killing us." Someone among the besieged Northern Blood Cultivators spoke up.

The middle-aged man who was called the Great Chief had a full beard, fair skin, and a purple beard. His eyes were even more peculiar. Unlike the monks in the Central Plains, the people of the northern tribes had blue eyes.

It is easy to distinguish the two ethnic groups from their appearance.

It can be said that the Yaoyou people have always been of the same origin as the people in the Central Plains, but they were later driven away, and then the Taoist Cangtian made a plan, which led to the emergence of the Yaoyou people.

The people of these tribes in the northern wilderness have always looked like this.

A true alien.

"They just want to enslave us. The Fire Crane Tribe was conquered by them some time ago. Just because Wan'emuti is weak in the knees doesn't mean all of us Loulan people are the same. My men, let those people from the Central Plains see today that we, the men of the Tiele tribe, will never surrender until we die!" The chieftain of the Tiele tribe, Huyan Tiegu, shouted loudly.

The more than one hundred Tiele tribesmen who followed behind him shouted "Hu" loudly. As the shouts were heard, the fighting spirit of these Tiele monks who had originally fled was rekindled. They wanted to turn back and fight a desperate battle with the Northern Army monks who were chasing after them.

"boom!"

Just as the Tiele tribesmen were still shouting, a ray of light like a meteor suddenly streaked across the sky and hit Huyan Tiegu directly. The huge air wave even knocked over the Tiele tribesmen around them.

Dust rose up and the entire ground shook violently. Finally, the scene in the smoke and dust emerged. Huyan Tiegu, who was still calling out loudly and passionately a moment ago, was now like a dead dog, with his head pinched and pressed to the ground.

When everyone saw the young monk in black clothes with red patterns, they were all shocked.

Because of the reputation of this "young man", he had already become famous in the North.

The Great General of the Northern Army, Li Chunnian!

For the Beifu soldiers, these suddenly emerging forces were puzzling, because the Beifu soldiers' territory and city were built in a lawless area. Even if they wanted to manage it, it involved the territories of other sects. Over time, it became a lawless place, and many evil cultivators gathered there.

Later, the Northern Prefecture rose rapidly. Not only did it clear out the evil cultivators in the city, but its population continued to expand over the years, and its territory also continued to spread from its original location to the northern part of the desert.

As the former overlord of Mobei, how could the Loulan people allow the other party to occupy their territory? However, all those who attacked the Northern Palace in the past years were destroyed by the Northern Palace without exception.

Now the Northern Palace has reached out to places further north.

As the general of the Northern Palace, Li Chunnian has a great reputation.

Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish.

This sentence is the best embodiment of Li Chunnian.

Apart from the title of General of the Northern Palace, more people now prefer to call him... the King of the North!

"The King of the North!?"

It was unknown who shouted first in the Tiele tribe, and then the Tiele tribesmen, who had originally been in high spirits, began to panic.

There is no way, the reputation of the King in the North is too loud.

Even though everyone knew that going against the Northern Palace would have bad consequences, as long as the King of the North did not take action, there would not be much of a problem.

After all, there are Jindan cultivators among them, but the realm of the King of the Northern Territory is now a mystery because no one has ever survived five moves from him.

Unless a Nascent Soul cultivator takes action, his true level of cultivation can be tested.

The word of the North being invincible spread.

This invincibility was below the Nascent Soul stage. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Zhengyi Sect had attacked him, but Li Chunnian still managed to withstand three attacks and left in style. Although he escaped, being able to achieve this level was something that an ordinary Jindan cultivator could not do.

"Those who surrender will not be killed, and those who are willing to submit will keep their status unchanged and can receive thirty spirit stones." Li Chunnian picked up Huyan Tiegu, who had been shocked unconscious by him. He stood up, still holding Huyan Tiegu's head in his hand, and then looked at the Tiele tribe members whose morale was already in chaos.

These tribes in Mobei are themselves replicas of the immortal families in the Central Plains, and Huyan Tiegu in Li Chunnian's hands can be said to be the head of the entire Tiele tribe. Now that he has been captured by Li Chunnian, it is undoubtedly a great deterrent to the Tiele tribesmen.

"Great Chief..." The members of the Tiele tribe looked at each other in bewilderment. They were completely confused and didn't know what to do.

"Let's fight him and take back the chief!" Someone in the crowd of Tiele tribe whispered, wanting to fight Li Chunnian head-on.

But while these people were still hesitating, the surrounding Northern Army monks had already caught up, and now, no matter in terms of numbers or realm, the Northern Army monks had the upper hand.

Most of these monks of the Tiele tribe are at the foundation-building stage, and of course there are some in the Qi training stage. They are already the young and middle-aged monks in the entire Tiele tribe, all the elite. Except for a few monks who still stay in the tribe, these monks can be said to be all the assets of the Tiele tribe.

"No, the chief is still in his hands. If we act rashly, the chief might meet with misfortune!" Among the monks of the Tiele tribe, there are still a few relatively rational people.