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Chapter 1011: Western Desert, the Homeland of Our Race Since Ancient Times

The three armies pushed aside the clouds and marched forward with a rumble.

Grand palaces of light, brilliant halos, and strange sword clouds spread out in the sky, flying slowly in the sky. From afar, it looks like gods are on patrol, cleansing the sins of the world.

As we walked along, all the evil spirits and monsters disappeared, and the demons and monsters crawled on the ground, not daring to cause any chaos.

Unknowingly, amid the trembling of countless monks and demons, the three armies of Tushan Zhongting had been marching for several years.

Jiang Ding sat with his eyes closed in the Liudao Sect to practice, and he had been paying attention to this.

It is helpless to say that whether it is the Immortal Sect sailing in the realm or the Tushan army marching within the realm, it takes a long time.

It's not like two sects next to each other where they can just start fighting and have to spend a lot of time on the road.

In a war in the world of immortal cultivation, 99% of the time is spent on traveling.

The route is also very particular.

It would be fine for a few people, but the march of millions of immortal cultivators must rely on the spiritual veins, walking and stopping, and resting after a period of time.

You can't just take whichever path you want.

This is the kind of thinking that only a cultivator who knows nothing about military affairs would have.

It is not impossible to violate this basic military principle of the immortal cultivation world, but one must bear the consequences of a massive consumption of the spirit stones in the immortal cultivator's storage bag.

You know, there are millions of immortal cultivators!
Even if you carry spirit stones as high as a mountain, millions of foundation-building and Nascent Soul-forming cultivators will be able to use them up within a day.

And this is not just a matter of carrying a few spirit stone mountains, it is a march that lasts for several years or even dozens of years!

How many spirit stones are needed to keep an army of millions of cultivators at their peak condition?
No matter how much you bring, it’s not enough!

Therefore, a sudden short-distance attack within a few months is fine and will not affect anything. Cultivators are more tenacious than cockroaches and are not that fragile. Not practicing for a while will not affect anything.

However, if they march across domains within a realm, they must rely on spiritual veins. This is a disadvantage of marching a super-large-scale army of immortal cultivators.

There is a reason why almost all indigenous forces choose to prioritize the development of individual combat capabilities.

However, despite so many disadvantages, the ability of the immortal cultivator army to fight across levels with a large number of people, this extremely outstanding advantage, still attracted many sects to invest resources one after another.

This is an organizational approach with both obvious advantages and disadvantages.

After marching for several years, the Tushan army led by Heilouxi finally crossed the northern plains and arrived in the western desert.

Looking around, the endless grassland gradually becomes sparse in the distance, revealing the shape of a Gobi Desert, with yellow sand blowing all over the sky, as if no life has disappeared.

However, all the immortal cultivators in Beiyuan knew that in this vast yellow sand, relying on the spiritual veins, there were oases of all sizes scattered throughout, producing all kinds of natural treasures.

In terms of wealth, the Western Desert is not inferior to the Northern Plains in the slightest. The barrenness covered with yellow sand is only an appearance.

According to historical records, thousands of years ago, this place was a prosperous place with many sects and many schools of thought flourishing, and it produced many famous and powerful people.

Among them, the Qianji Sect of the Western Desert Huangsha is the most famous. The automatic alchemy formation of the Royal Court Blessed Land was their work. All four seas submitted to the Shuoyang Tianjun in his prime.

However, this heyday did not last long.

Problems soon arose in Shuoyang Tianjun's own cultivation. The power of the Beiyuan family shrank to Beiyuan, and Shuoyang Tianjun himself was sealed.

As a result, the various sects in the Western Desert became independent and prospered for a period of time.

Then, the Icefield Lord appeared and awakened from his self-sealing.

She made repeated tests and confirmed that there was something wrong with Shuoyang Tianjun's cultivation, so she established the Great Snow Mountain Holy Land in the Western Desert, recruited all the monsters to establish the Monster Dynasty, and brazenly sent troops to slaughter and exterminate all the human sects, dominating the entire Western Desert.

In this process, billions of humans were slaughtered and the Western Desert became a paradise for the demons.

To this day, the world only knows about the Western Desert Demon Dynasty, but not the various human sects of the past.

And in the post-Shuoyang Tianjun era, thousands of years passed, and today, a large army of human monks once again appeared in their homeland in the Western Desert.

"Western Desert..."

"The homeland of our human race..."

Hei Louxi was a little excited, he grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, sniffed it obsessively, and put it into his storage bag. The surrounding True Lords also made similar moves.

When internal fighting is not the primary conflict, even the cold-blooded and cruel old demons and monsters have feelings and a sense of belonging to the human race. They are not cold puppets of Taoism who are too indifferent to emotions.

"kill!"

"Go to the Golden Wings Royal Family's territory, the fourth-grade Golden Wings Oasis!"

Hei Louxi said loudly.

"Yes, Lord!"

The True Lords and Immortals around responded loudly.

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"My Lord, plagues of poisonous insects have begun to appear in various parts of Beiyuan."

In the Black Demon Palace, the clone of Masamune Sect Master Gong Caiyu bowed and reported.

She took out dozens of jade boxes and opened them one by one.

Jiang Ding's eyes fell on it.

There are all kinds of strange insects shaped like scorpions, spiders, toads, snakes, beetles, etc., ranging from one to three levels. Judging from their breath and body structure, many of them are not adapted to the grassland climate at all, and they are more like insects born in the dense forest.

"Gu insect..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, realizing something.

"My Lord, these poisonous insects have appeared recently, specifically targeting the spiritual medicine gardens and spiritual plant gardens in various parts of Beiyuan, as well as low-level cultivators such as those who are building their foundation and practicing Qi. They are spreading and multiplying in various parts of Beiyuan like a plague, and we are unable to control them."

"At present, based on current statistics, agricultural production will decrease by more than 30% this year. If the situation continues, there is a possibility of total crop failure."

"More than ten thousand Qi-cultivating and foundation-building cultivators have died from this, and hundreds of thousands of people have been injured and have poisonous insects lurking in their bodies."

"As for mortals, the casualties have reached one million and are still increasing."

Gong Caiyu said anxiously.

This was Masamune's dereliction of duty. If there is no reasonable explanation, Masamune and his entire team will be severely punished.

"What did Great Love Master say?"

Jiang Ding asked.

Apart from kendo and jindo, he is not very good at other things, so he often looks for relevant professionals and listens to their opinions.

"Great Love Master said that the level of Gu Dao here is far beyond his level, and he will not be able to handle it within a few decades."

"He said that the methods used by these poisonous insects are similar to those inherited from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect in Southern Xinjiang."

Gong Caiyu replied.

"Just a lot more?"

"Lord Great Love is indeed a great man."

Jiang Ding's eyes turned cold as he recalled the unpleasant memories at Guishan Tie's house.

Having said that, as long as Great Love True Lord does not break the law, Jiang Ding will not do anything to him, even if he is weird. This is a matter of principle.

As for the Wan Du Sect of Southern Xinjiang, it is the strongest sect in Southern Xinjiang, similar to the Tushan Courtyard in Northern Plains, where humans and demons live together, and they all respect the Centipede Ancestor as their king. They are good at using poison and Gu, and are notorious in the world of immortal cultivation, making people shudder at the mention of them.

"I'll handle it."

Jiang Ding waved his hand to collect the dozens of poisonous insects and said lightly.

"Yes, my lord."

Gong Caiyu breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to take her leave.

(End of this chapter)