Valkyrie

Chapter 444 Xin Mi
A picture drawn with a few strokes seems to hide a big secret.

The second picture records the 700 years of dusty Yin Yang Valley.

The skinned blood man didn't die, but survived tenaciously.Enduring the torment of being sealed every day, every slight movement of the body is a heart-wrenching pain.

So, he stopped moving.

He began to practice martial arts and study the mysteries of life...

For 700 years, he did not cultivate great strength, but created various magical powers and secret methods, and embarked on a different road of martial arts.

For the first time...he separated his flesh and blood to become a crow, tore his own soul and injected it into the crow.

The crow escaped from Yin-Yang Valley along the broken seal of Yin-Yang Valley and fell on a mountain.

Later, the crow was rescued by a hunter named Qiu Dali.

700 years of darkness.

700 years of sinking.

Finally, I can see the sun again, even though my soul is broken and my body is a crow.But he could finally open his eyes and take a look at the sky.

In order to repay his kindness, he became the Wuhun of that Orion.

In just a few years, that Orion named Qiu Dali became one of the few strong men in the East Spirit Realm.

It's a pity that once a person opens the gate of desire, it can never be closed.

He underestimated Qiu Dali's desire, and also underestimated the extremely inflated ambition of a hunter after enjoying the world's pursuit.In the end, Qiu Dali set his sights on the Yin Yang Valley.

Qiu Dali wanted to get the complete blood man and the complete soul of the blood man.

Then, Qiu Dali will become even stronger...

In desperation, in a battle with Qiu Dali, the crow who became a martial spirit finally showed dreadful power, which attracted the attention of the 'Xuanyuan family'.

For a whole decade...

After all his dealings, Xuanyuan Changge and Qiu Dali finally died together!
Of course, the crow, as a martial spirit, also disappeared.

In the silent palace, Lin Huang looked at the things recorded in the picture and smiled slightly in his heart. What was recorded here was very different from what he remembered.

Then Lin Huang continued to read.

Although Qiu Dali died, the Blood Spirit Hall secretly preserved a part of its strength.After several turbulences, every time the Yin Yang Valley appeared, the blood men in the valley would strip off part of their own strength and walk in the East Spirit Realm with a different posture.

It's just that he lost a thousand years ago.

Thousands of years later, how will he contend against the Xuanyuan family, which is admired by the East Spirit Realm?
When the sun cannot dispel the haze, then only the darkness can awaken the world.Even if he stands on the opposite side of the world and becomes an existence that everyone despises and hates, he will not hesitate!

Because, he is the real Xuanyuan clansman!
Although tens of thousands of people are coming.

So later on... the Blood Spirit Palace has completely become the nightmare of the East Spirit Realm, passing down the Yin and Yang Two Demon Kings and the Four Blood Marquises from generation to generation.

Don't tell the ignorant world what is the righteousness of heaven and earth, and only use evil and ugly faces to save the world in your own way.

When he saw this, Lin Huang had roughly understood it.

The so-called evil king in Yin Yang Valley is the blood man, the real Xuanyuan clansman.

And thousands of years ago, the Xuanyuanzheng who walked out of the Yin-Yang Valley was just an evil king in someone else's skin.The evil king bears the reputation of the Xuanyuan family, which has been passed down from generation to generation.

As for Xuanyuan Tibing and Lu Han, they are both members of the Xiewang family.

No wonder...

No wonder that in the dark passage just now, when those eyes saw Lu Han for the first time, they exclaimed that the latter was a member of the Xiewang family.

After entering the hall, the old woman holding the locust tree, the middle-aged monk, and the enchanting woman in the red dress all stared at Lu Han and questioned him.

In the main hall, Lu Han also stared at the murals, one by one, but his expression was always calm, neither happy nor sad.

It seems that the content in the picture has nothing to do with him.

"Benefactor Xuanyuan, you have read the content on the mural, don't you have anything to explain now?"

In the main hall, the strange monk spoke again, his voice was kind, but he was obviously questioning Lu Han.

"explain?"

Lu Han raised his eyebrows, and his calm eyes suddenly turned sharp, like a sharp sword, "Why do you ask me to explain to you? Whether my Xuanyuan family is true or not is up to you to judge?"

"Tsk tsk tsk...Young man, do you not want to explain, or do you not know how to explain?"

The old woman holding a locust tree walking stick spoke with a surprisingly hoarse and gloomy voice.The sunken eyes are like two green lanterns, staring at Lu Han faintly.

The smile on Lu Han's face became extraordinarily cold, "The Xuanyuan family has stood for thousands of years and never needs to explain anything to anyone!"

"Since you can't explain it, then don't blame the poor monk for being rude... Amitabha!"

The monstrous monk recited Amitabha, clasped his hands together, and a strange kindness appeared on his face, "When a poor monk enters the Valley of Yin and Yang, he violates the Buddhist law with a butcher knife in his hand, but the poor monk does not regret it. It is the great wish of Buddhism to help the world and save people. Since the benefactor is For the members of the Xiewang clan, the poor monk has no choice but to resort to thunderbolt methods, and use the blood of the benefactor to pay homage to the real Xuanyuan clansman!"

After the demon monk finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, but a terrifying aura erupted from his body, crushing towards Lu Han.

Afterwards, ten relics were flying around the demon monk, emitting a vast golden light.

"The poor monk sat in meditation and asked the Buddha for more than 300 years. He traveled [-] million miles in the world of mortals and cultivated ten dzi beads!"

As he spoke, the demon monk suddenly opened his eyes, and his voice was like a bell vibrating in everyone's ears, "I also ask Master Xuanyuan to enlighten me!"

Before the words were finished, a dzi bead around the demon monk suddenly exploded, and a golden statue of Fudo Myoki hidden in the dzi bead stepped towards Lu Han.

With one kick, Lu Handu will be transformed!
Keng!
King Fudo Ming took only three steps forward, when a piercing sound suddenly resounded in the hall.Where everyone was staring, they saw the golden Fudo Myooh bursting apart.

In the main hall, Lu Han held the Axiu golden gun, wiped off the dust on the tip of the gun with one hand, and smiled coldly, "Under the golden gun of the Xuanyuan clan, it is useless for you to cultivate a hundred dzi beads! Unless...you have Marquis Wu Eight heavens!"

"Benefactor...you are presumptuous!"

The monstrous monk's eyes were slightly focused, his voice was still peaceful, but he was murderous, "Destroying the statue of King Fudo is an act of blasphemy. The benefactor should be completely converted by the poor monk!"

As soon as the demon monk's words fell, the surrounding nine dzi beads exploded and turned into nine identical Fudo Myokos.

The main hall was immediately overwhelmed by the vast Dharma.

Lu Han raised his head and glanced at the demon monk, but shook his head relaxed and freehand, and finally pursed his lips and smiled, "Old bald donkey..."

Before Lu Han could finish his sentence, the Axiu golden spear in his hand suddenly shot a cold light.One person and one shot suddenly disappeared in the hall like a long rainbow in the sky.

When Lu Han's voice fell, the figure also appeared in the previous position.

bang bang bang bang...

In the blink of an eye, the statues of Fudo Mingo around the demon monk exploded one after another.The mighty Dharma recedes like a tide, disappearing in an instant.

The demon monk stood there with a dazed expression, his eyes full of disbelief.

"...You, how is it possible?"

The demon monk murmured, a young man who was only 20 years old destroyed his ten dzi beads so easily.

"The members of the Xiewang family are really powerful, the poor monk has seen it!"

After the demon monk was shocked, he smiled calmly, regaining the composure of a Buddhist monk, then turned his head to look at the two behind him, and said with a smile:

"Grandma Huaixin, Hongyeji, I also ask the two monks to help the poor to save the world from demons!"

(End of this chapter)