Xianhong Road

Chapter 574 Sweeping the barbarians

Cut the weeds and roots, sweep the barbarians! !

All the strong Nascent Souls in the hall couldn't help gasping, their faces full of shock.

In the past 50 years, the thirteen kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty have been captured by barbarians, and nearly half of their territory has been retreated steadily.

Over time, the nine barbarian tribes cast a shadow in their hearts.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor has become the name of the invincible Demon King.

Therefore, most of them have never had the ambition to sweep the barbarians.

After a while, Sanqing Sanren spoke slowly: "Pindao understands the kindness of fellow Daoist Yang, but now the thirteen kingdoms of Northern Qin have suffered heavy losses after decades of war, no less than the nine tribes of barbarians. Taking advantage of the defeat of barbarians and their inability to attack Northern Qin, There are many sects in my Northern Qin Dynasty, so I can take this opportunity to recharge my energy and recuperate..."

As soon as this statement came out, most of the Nascent Soul powerhouses on the field agreed.

Every high-level Nascent Soul participating in the battle here has its own forces behind it.

Continuing the war will only cause the respective sects to suffer even greater losses.

"Besides, Fellow Daoist Yang doesn't know that the place where the nine barbarian tribes live is a vast desert stretching for millions of miles. How difficult it is to annihilate these nine tribes?"

"If we move forward rashly, without knowing the terrain, if we are ambushed by the Black Wind Demon Emperor, the advantage we finally gained..."

The ancestor of blood refining is also fighting on the basis of reason.

Most of the monks on the field agreed with the propositions of the ancestors of Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren.

Sword Immortal Ling Xiao was silent for a long time, then he asked Yang Fan: "I don't know how sure you are, fellow Daoist Yang?"

"How sure, Yang can't say for sure. But now the morale of the nine tribes of the barbarians has plummeted, a Nascent Soul monk has been severely injured, and many monks have been infected with my 'Purple Plague Without Fragrance'. Infect more monks..."

Yang Fan thought deeply.

"Purple plague has no fragrance?"

Patriarch Xuelian and the others were slightly taken aback.

Suddenly, they remembered some strange phenomena they saw during today's battle.

Some monks who fought hard suddenly died of bleeding from their seven orifices, and then their bodies turned into black water.

The appalling way of death even made the murderers feel shuddering.

"This pestilence technique was developed by my teacher, the Poison King. Its biggest feature is its latent and contagious ability. As long as the mana is not used excessively, the plague will not attack. But once the mana is used excessively, it will The plague took the opportunity to enter, and immediately died of the poison... The last time Yang sneaked into the barbarian camp, he used this plague during the chaotic timing. It is estimated that tens of thousands of barbarian monks were infected. There will be more and more people.”

Yang Fan explained.

This Purple Plague No Fragrance is a powerful weapon that can exterminate genocide. The only flaw is that it is not enough lethal to existences above high levels.

"Then what if this plague infects my Beiqin cultivator?"

Questions were raised.

"The infection of this plague is very peculiar. During the process of fighting and using mana, it will hide and restrain itself. It will only be infected when the mana stabilizes and comes into contact with a certain distance. And when our monks meet with barbarian monks, they will definitely be infected. It is a fighting method, the plague will not be infected. But the barbarian monks always have a rest time, during this period, the plague will start to infect..."

Yang Fan pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

"Of course, just in case, I have a side here that can refine some antidote in a small amount, but this side must be kept secret, and the antidote must be kept in the hands of high-level monks for safekeeping."

Yang Fan suggested.

When the monks in the hall heard this, some of them moved a little.

Now the barbarians were defeated, one of the celestial masters was injured, and many monks were infected by the plague.

For the monks of the Northern Qin Alliance, this is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Feng agrees with Fellow Daoist Yang."

Ling Xiaojian Xianfeng Wujue was the first to express his opinion.

Afterwards, many sects of Zhao Guo's camp joined forces one after another.

The complexions of Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren changed, and they were still reluctant.

Sanqing Sanren wryly smiled and said, "You Daoist Yang, why do you want to go to war and push me, the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty and the barbarians to a desperate situation, and never stop dying."

"Now that Daoist Yang is sitting in Northern Qin, even if the nine barbarian tribes regain their vitality, they will not dare to invade the Thirteen Kingdoms without authorization."

The ancestor of Xue Lian also sighed bitterly.

In this battle, whether it is the Northern Qin Dynasty or the nine barbarian tribes, it is urgent to cultivate their health and restore their vitality.

"If Yang stays in Beiqin for a long time, he won't care." Yang Fan sighed and stood up slowly.

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist is leaving Beiqin?"

The high-level Nascent Souls were taken aback.

"Yes." Yang Fan nodded: "This is also the reason why I want to exterminate the barbarians. Only in this way can I leave with peace of mind."

Everyone was suffocated.

"It's possible that Yang left Beiqin for tens of hundreds of years, or hundreds of years." Yang Fan's eyes gradually drifted away.

"However, the various cultivating forces in the Northern Qin Dynasty cannot necessarily do this for your personal wish."

This time it was Yu Lin who spoke.

When he first came to the ancient Liangcheng, Yu Lin felt hostile and dissatisfied with Yang Fan.

Jealousy and dissatisfaction are totally out of the question now, but there are still some obsessions and hostility.

In fact, what he said was also what Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren wanted to express.

What can you do if we disagree?

"Hehe." Yang Fan smiled: "Before leaving, Yang has two choices. The first one is to wipe out the barbarians and make Northern Qin stable."

"The second choice...to assist the barbarians and rule Northern Qin!"

"Believe in the Black Wind Demon Emperor, he will definitely not refuse my joining."

Yang Fan smiled strangely at this moment.

When everyone heard the words, they felt that a basin of ice water was pouring all over their bodies.

When the two most terrifying powerhouses in Bei Qin, Black Wind Demon Emperor and Yang Fan join forces, then no one will doubt that they can conquer the Thirteen Kingdoms.

There was a brief silence on the field, and the atmosphere was extremely suppressed.

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren tried their best to restrain and suppress the anger in their hearts.

This is a threat... a naked threat!
"What Yang needs is a peaceful environment. It doesn't matter who is the real ruler. Be it the Black Wind Demon Emperor or the three major Northern Qin forces, Yang will help whoever can bring about a peaceful and stable world."

Yang Fan spoke slowly.

What he said was explicit enough.

After speaking, he took Hu Fei out.

At this moment, many high-ranking Nascent Souls in the entire hall were all staring at them.

Yang Fan even felt some killing intent.

He suddenly turned around: "Don't think that you can keep me. You must consider the consequences of everything you do. And Yang is absolutely sure that he can get out of his body."

Seeing that the two of them will walk out of the hall.

"and many more!!"

Sanqing Sanren spoke out to stop him.

Yang Fan paused, then continued to walk out.

"Pindao agreed." The voice of Sanqing Sanren mixed with shock and anger came.

"My seat also agreed." The ancestor of Xue Lian sighed.

Yang Fan turned around this time, looked at the two of them with some deep meaning, and said with a smile: "A temporary heavy loss can be exchanged for at least a thousand years of peace. After a few years, you will understand the decision at this moment."

"Stop talking nonsense. You say how to fight, we will follow you."

The ancestor of Xue Lian completely compromised.

He didn't believe Yang Fan's rationale, but had to succumb to the current situation.

Yang Fan sat back to his original position, his confident and calm smile was convincing.

After the high-level decisions of the three monks and the Nascent Soul, Yang Fan became the supreme commander of the barbarians in this battle, and everyone must obey his orders unconditionally.

Soon, the order was conveyed.

That night, the entire ancient cool city cheered and celebrated, and the morale increased greatly.

At this moment, Yang Fan has become the soul of hundreds of thousands of monks guarding the ancient Liangcheng.

Reversed the fate of the Northern Qin Thirteen-Nation Alliance and killed the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

In the eyes of countless monks, Yang Fan has been promoted to the supreme existence above the three major monks.

In this regard, although the three major monks were a little grudged, they didn't care too much.

Because they knew that Yang Fan would leave Beiqin soon.

It seems that the small North Qin Thirteen Kingdoms can't contain the other party's dragon diving into the abyss.

Thinking of this, their eyes were even a little dim.

In the next two days, the ancient Liangcheng took a rest, and the three major monks led all the monks to kill the barbarian desert.

As for Yang Fan, he is only a soul figure and does not need to worry about details.

Several months later, hundreds of thousands of monks finally entered the barbaric desert.

On the way, everyone also saw the black water of many corpses.

Yang Fan's "Purple Plague Without Fragrance" really worked, infecting the barbarian monks on a large scale.

One day, a figure appeared in front of him, obviously dressed as a barbarian aborigine.

"Stop." Yang Fan shouted to stop the few people who wanted to make a move.

That figure was an old man who was very old. He knelt in front of Yang Fan and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, I finally let me wait."

Yang Fan had a little impression of this person, he was one of the confidants trained by his father Yintian King, similar to Yin San.

This person's name is Yin Wu, and he can only cultivate in the foundation building period.

"How's the situation?" Yang Fan asked.

Yin Wu took out a jade slip from his body, handed it to Yang Fan, and said, "The map in this jade slip was engraved by the old servant over four to fifty years, and it recorded all the tribal strongholds of the nine tribes of barbarians, and even included some secrets. place……"

"As for where the barbarian army went, this old servant also knows a little bit..."

In less than a short while, Yin Wu reported a lot of precious and useful news to Yang Fan.

The three monks beside him couldn't help being dumbfounded and looked at each other.

Yang Fan sent people to lurk in the barbarians 50 years ago.

In fact, at that time, Yang Fan was fighting against the Sanyou old demon. After learning about the unification of the barbarians and the deeds of the Black Wind Demon Emperor, he asked the Butian King to carry out this plan.

At that time, King Butian even felt that it was inappropriate to disperse manpower.

However, today, 50 years later, Yang Fan's layout design has finally been echoed.

Soon, hundreds of copies of this jade slip map were copied, and almost every monk above a high level had a copy.

In the following months, the Thirteen-Nation Alliance swept across the barbarian land without hindrance, uprooting each tribe by its roots.

Fortunately, Yang Fan didn't really exterminate the world, and he had to leave room for everything.

He only ordered to kill the barbarian monks, but he did not kill those mortals.

There are millions of miles in the deserted land of Huashan Mountain.

It took several years to wipe out more than [-]% of the cultivating forces of the nine tribes of barbarians.

On this day, hundreds of thousands of monks from the Northern Qin Dynasty killed the last base of the barbarian saints - the Temple of the Peacock.

(Four more...)
(End of this chapter)