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Chapter 80 Burning Blood Curse, Demon Slaying True Monarch (Two in One)

"Shen Qing, I want to ask you something."

After Sikong Yuan left, Fu Chan just raised her head, her eyes were slightly red.

Shen Qing didn't refuse, and immediately nodded and said: "Sister, just say it."

"I want to go to the imperial capital, no matter what the result is, to see if there is a chance to collect his body."

Fu Chan knew how to measure, and knew that going to the emperor at this moment was an extremely risky move, so she said a little nervously: "You can send me [-] miles outside of Shengyang City, and I can walk the rest of the way by myself."

"Even if my sister doesn't mention it, I'm still going to the imperial capital. It's not a troublesome thing, so why ask for words."

Shen Qing shook her head slightly, this battle has too much to do with it, even if there is some risk, she will confirm Yang Zongxian's life and death with her own eyes.

But before she left, she had to make some arrangements.

After thinking for a while, Shen Qing directly found Zhao Yu, and handed the bell that Sikong Yuan gave her to Zhao Yu.

Today's army has been divided into three groups, led by three new grandmasters, blooming in all directions, trying their best to expand the territory in their hands.

As soon as she left, there was no defense around Zhao Yu. She had already tried the power of this magic weapon, and it was not very useful to her, so it was better to leave it to Zhao Yu for self-defense.

With the expansion of the territory, the chores to be dealt with every day are piled up like a mountain. Even with the assistance of officials from the northern regions, Zhao Yu is still very busy every day.

Most of the Northern Territory is a small country with barren land, and there are many brave generals, but the talents of governing the world are very rare, and it is not easy to be able to figure it out.

In the case of insufficient land, no matter how outstanding the internal affairs talents are, there is no use for them. Looting has become the main theme in this area.

To change this situation, it will take a long time to cultivate new blood.

"and many more."

Shen Qing was about to leave when Zhao Yu stopped her:

"In the past few days, a group of people has come, about forty or fifty, and the leader is a master who came here specially to send you a letter."

"To me?" Shen Qing frowned slightly: "A letter to Shen Qing? What did the letter say?"

Shen Qing is already a dead person in this world, how could someone come to deliver a letter to her.

"I didn't read it, I thought you would know."

Zhao Yu took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Shen Qing. The sealing seal was intact, and on the cover was written the five characters of 'December's Sincerely'.

This named person is to be handed over to the commander of the three armies, December.

Shen Qing directly opened the envelope. The content of the letter was not long, only more than a thousand words, but the information contained in it was extremely astonishing.

"Whose letter is it from?"

Seeing the slight change in Shen Qing's expression, Zhao Yu couldn't help being curious.

"Prime Minister Daxia, Liu Kunnan."

Shen Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, she couldn't help being surprised.

She was no stranger to Liu Kunnan. In her memory, Liu Kunnan had met Shen Qing many times.

Since ancient times, civil and military discord has been at odds, and so has the Great Xia. In the impression of his predecessor, Liu Kunnan was the biggest political enemy in Shen Lie's court, and he often had conflicts.

Liu Kunnan sent a letter suddenly at this time, and even left the official seal of Prime Minister Da Xia directly on the letter paper, which is really too strange.

As long as Shen Qing had a little bit of murderous intentions and threw this letter directly into the palace, Liu Kunnan's head would be hung on the tower the next morning.

This is tantamount to putting his life in Shen Qing's hands.

The most important thing is that Liu Kunnan seems to have guessed her identity. Although Shen Lie was only vaguely mentioned in the letter and did not directly explain it directly, the hints in it couldn't be more obvious.

"What is Liu Kunnan writing to you for?" Zhao Yu was also puzzled.

Liu Kunnan's name, as long as she can remember, has heard of it. It has a good reputation among the common people. He was born as a top scholar in scientific examinations.

After recovering, Shen Qing frowned and asked, "Where is the person who delivered the letter?"

"I arranged them in a palace, do you want to meet them?"

"Take good care of people, and we'll talk about it when I come back."

After pondering for a while, Shen Qing put down this idea for the time being, and now it is still a matter of the imperial capital, which is more important.

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Yuanzhou, the imperial capital.

The repair of the city wall is still going on. The wreckage left over from the battle half a month ago is shocking. Outside the city, a bonfire is burning day and night.

Soldiers with wet cloths wrapped between their noses and mouths shuttled back and forth, and most of the scattered corpses that were not discovered in time were moved out of the corners of the city, most of which were already rotten.

The smell of the dead body attracted groups of wild dogs, skinny, who only dared to watch from a distance by the fire, salivating, but did not dare to approach.

More than ten miles outside the city, the great master dug out an astonishing sinkhole, and all the carcasses of ashes after burning were poured into the pit, and the eyes were full of charred bones.

In a forest not far from the tiankeng, four old ghosts in the Gang Sha realm stood side by side, looking at the tiankeng in the distance, there were not many waves in their expressions.

For hundreds of years, they have been used to life and death, and their descendants have sent away countless generations. Their hearts have long been numb, and they will not be touched by the tragic scene in front of them at all.

"If Sikong Yuan doesn't come, just find a place to hide, what should I do?"

The old man in the red official robe spoke in a deep voice, he still felt that the previous act of letting Si Kong away go was inappropriate.

After all, it is a personal demon. Even though many people overseas have received his favor, no one knows what will happen if they become insane.

"He won't do that."

Wen Tianfeng shook his head slightly, looked at the people around him with cold eyes, if he had no choice, he really didn't want to quarrel with Sikong Yuan to this extent.

But when things got to this point, someone had to test Yang Zongxian's depth first. They all cherish their lives like gold, and Si Kongyuan naturally became the best candidate.

Wen Tianfeng looked at the imperial capital from a distance, his brows were always furrowed, he was vaguely uneasy all the time, but he couldn't find the source, as he got closer to the imperial city, this uneasiness became more and more intense, as if it was an invisible warning.

This feeling was not unique to him. The old ghosts in the Gang Sha Realm present were a little irritable. They already had a premonition that this trip would not be smooth sailing.

While several people were talking, a sword light rose and fell into the forest. Sikong Yuan carried the long sword and walked slowly to several old ghosts.

Seeing Sikong Yuan, the old ghosts all breathed a sigh of relief, their brows relaxed a lot.

With Sikong Yuan coming, they don't have to take any more risks and go to test Yang Zongxian in person.

Looking at the white bones in the tiankeng in the distance, Sikong Yuan's eyes were dim, and he whispered:
"These people... didn't die at the hands of Yang Zongxian."

These people were all killed under the underhanded palm of the unknown old ghost in Gang Sha Realm, and none of them died because of Yang Zongxian.

The tragic scene in front of him reminded him of Qianzhou back then. For such a big pit, Qianzhou dug a lot and buried countless corpses. His family members were also in it, so it was impossible to tell them apart.

Today, these old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years came to kill Yang Zongxian, calling out to eliminate demons. To put it bluntly, they were just for self-protection. There was no so-called sympathy for the people of the world in them.

The only difference between them and Yang Zongxian is that they don't need the power of human-devil blood to practice. If the blood of human-devil is also useful to them, they may not do similar things to Yang Zongxian.

It's just a bird of a feather.

Sikong Yuan has already seen through this point, people's hearts are unpredictable, he has seen too much, and his heart is already exhausted.

Although Shen Qing is murderous, her heart is still clean. She is fundamentally different from these old ghosts, and she doesn't put on too many disgusting pretense to cover up the filthiness in her heart.

"Please take the Burial Soul Pill, sir, and go ahead, I'll come later." The red-robed old man said lightly.

At this point, they are still afraid of the hole cards that may exist in Yang Zongxian's hands.

Sikong Yuan didn't say much, he took out the porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a blue elixir, put it in his mouth, and immediately spread his wings like a goshawk, and flew towards the imperial capital in the distance.

The old ghosts remained motionless, their gazes fixed on the imperial capital, not letting go of any disturbance.

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The sun hangs high, and when it is almost autumn, the scorching sun in the sky is getting hotter and hotter, baking the earth.

The steam was steaming, distorting the void, and the unbearable high temperature filled the square in front of the Golden Luan Hall.

A figure fell heavily from the air, crushing the dragon relief on the stone steps of the Luan Hall.

Almost at the same instant, another figure appeared on the stone steps.

"Human demon..."

Standing on the high steps, Yang Zongxian looked down at Sikong Yuan, his tone was light, and the golden dragon pattern on the dragon robe reflected sparkling light under the scorching sun:
"It seems that today you are here to lead the death."

Sikong Yuan didn't talk nonsense with him, he directly swallowed the soul burial pill that was pressed on the back of his tongue.

The elixir entered his throat, and instantly turned into a cold current, pouring into his heart. At this moment, Sikong Yuan finally let go of the suppression of the blood in his body, allowing his own skill to start to skyrocket.

The medicinal power of the Buried Soul Pill started to take effect at the same time, a terrifying essence gushed out, Sikong Yuan's expression became extremely strange, there were vague dao marks flowing in his pupils, and the blood energy billowed like wolf smoke, straight into the sky.

"coming!"

Looking at the bloody light that suddenly rose in the city, the four old ghosts in the Gangsha Realm outside the city were all refreshed and focused.

With the gradual recovery of the power of the bloodline, complex memories began to impact Sikong Yuan's mind. His past tens of years of superficial experience, in front of the tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years of memories in the bloodline, did not have any weight at all. At all!

In the blink of an eye, his self has been shattered, and he almost forgot his name, and even why he came here.

Most of the memory fragments gushed out of his mind were blood-colored, and they were all scenes of fighting various powerful creatures. The anger, madness, murderous intent, and resentment contained in the battle filled Sikong Yuan's mind in an instant.

boom--

The void was torn apart, and a sharp roar sounded, piercing through gold and cracking stones.

While Sikong Yuan was in a daze, Yang Zongxian had already made a bold move, flipped his wrist, and the stellar energy surged, and the yang magnetism and yin evil energy between the heaven and the earth tensed up, turning into a giant sword of stellar energy that spanned more than a hundred feet, head-on cut off.

'Burning blood into essence, burning body to kill demons, burning blood curse...'

Sikong Yuan raised his head suddenly, the dao marks in his pupils were filled with blood, the terrifying high temperature rose from his body surface, his skin cracked, and the spilled blood gradually turned into a simple and simple spirit pattern that Yang Zongxian had never seen before.

clang--

The terrifying explosion spread throughout a radius of hundreds of miles, and the entire imperial capital was trembling, sinking several feet deep.

The strong wind howled, the palace wall collapsed, and rubble was scattered everywhere.

Under such a frightening sword strike, Sikong Yuan was intact. He was holding a long sword, and his side was covered with blood flames, as if his whole body was burning, like a round of blood sun.

Looking at this scene, Yang Zongxian's pupils opened slightly. This kind of ancient magic that burns his body in a short period of time, he has only seen a few scales and half claws in some ancient books. Burning essence and blood can be exchanged for stronger combat power in a short period of time.

The current Sikong Yuan gave him the feeling that he had become extremely dangerous.

Before he could think about it, an extremely bright sword light lit up, directly hitting the throat, with murderous intent, rushing to behead him.

In a hurry, Yang Zongxian only had time to retreat a few steps, the side of his neck was grazed by the sword light, half of his neck was directly torn, and blood gushed out like a spring.

This sword was too fast, too fierce, and too powerful. With Yang Zongxian's current cultivation level, he still couldn't dodge it.

Yang Zongxian coughed lightly, supported his head and retreated, turned around without hesitation, and ran towards the depths of the palace.

The current Sikong Yuan is too terrifying. Compared with just now, he is a different person. He is not an opponent. If the battle continues, he will undoubtedly die. He needs to use another method to protect himself.

"Yang Zongxian is injured!"

"Sure enough, he has run out of cards, let's make a move!"

Outside the city, the old ghosts who were watching the battlefield closely were all overjoyed when they saw this scene, they were all at ease, and they fell towards the center of the imperial city without any hesitation.

They still need to know the information about the road beyond the sky from Yang Zongxian's mouth, and they can't let Yang Zongxian die so easily.

After the sword strike, Sikong Yuan did not pursue, but stopped, his eyes regained a bit of clarity, his expression was thoughtful, his head was lowered, and after some calculations, he sighed softly:
"It's not this life...it's earlier..."

He glanced back at the world, with disgust in his eyes:

"Humans are not human, demons are not demon-like, monsters are not demon-like, and bastards are rampant in the world, it is simply absurd."

As soon as the words fell, the clear and bright eyes in his eyes disappeared, and were once again occupied by the bloody Dao marks, overflowing with murderous intent.

The four figures landed not far away, their eyes vigilantly sizing up the person in front of them, a little confused about Sikong Yuan's current state.

"Mr. Sikong?" The red-robed old man called tentatively.

"Humanity is bad, and all living beings are demons!"

Demon Slayer Zhenjun smiled coldly, there was no clarity in his eyes, and he was full of madness: "If you dare to poison and assassinate this Zhenjun, you all deserve to die!"

"No, he is possessed!"

Several old ghosts in Gang Sha Realm were beating wildly, and they suddenly froze and scattered away. Before they took a few steps back, several sharp sword qi had already struck, and the sword light blazed into the void, covering the entire imperial capital.

puff!
The bloody sword light flashed, a head flew up, and blood gushed like a spring.

In an instant, an old ghost in the Gang Sha Realm was decapitated and died in Huangquan!
(End of this chapter)