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Su Heng frowned slightly, browsing Xie Linyuan's past experiences with interest.

He was a barbarian born on the Skeleton Plain, and his memories of his childhood have become very vague. The only impressions left are the iron-gray distant sky, the cold wind as sharp as a knife, the dry and cracked earth, and his father's red and cracked palms.

When he was twelve years old, the nomadic tribe where Xie Linyuan was located was destroyed.

The environment on the Skeleton Plain is harsh, resources are limited, and it is common for tribes to fight each other and even cannibalism.

A passing monk used a piece of green agate to rescue him from the hands of the leader of the hostile tribe.

Xie Linyuan did not feel relieved, but only deeply afraid.

Because there are rumors about the monks of the Snow Mountain on this grassland. These monks who believe in the esoteric religion will torture their slaves and inflict pain. They believe that the souls that have been tortured have magic power, and use the skulls and hands and feet of slaves to make magic tools.

Fortunately, these rumors did not happen to Xie Linyuan.

"You have a connection with Buddha." The monk said this to Xie Linyuan. Then he taught him the practice method and gave him the flesh and blood of demons to break the limit.

In the next ten years.

Xie Linyuan and the monk traveled around the world on the Skeleton Plain.

He dealt with many tribes, witnessed incredible beauty, and encountered the unspeakable horror hidden in the darkness.

The turning point happened in the summer of that year, when the Demon Suppression Army went on an autumn hunt.

The iron cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty surrounded the tribe that the master and apprentice visited. In order to cover Xie Linyuan, the monk failed to escape from the tribe alive. Or in other words, this monk from the Endless White Pagoda Temple in the Snow Mountain was the target of the Demon Suppression Army's autumn hunt.

He watched from a distance as the bloody barbaric warlord took the monk's head off his shoulders, and holding it in his hands felt like looking at a rare treasure.

He heard the fanatical shouts of the demon-suppressing soldiers, "One head, ten taels of silver."

A large tribe of thousands of people was reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye.

The demon-suppressing soldiers chopped off the heads of all men, women, young and old, and took them back as trophies to build a Jingguan to show off their martial arts. They burned tents and robbed the herdsmen's cattle and sheep. Then they sprinkled sulfur and poisonous smoke on the cultivated land and precious clean water sources, leaving only a dark scorched earth.

Xie Linyuan once heard from a monk.

A thousand years ago, the Skull Plain was called "Medog Tenanda".

In the local language of the Skull Plain, "Medog" means flowers, "Teng" means "grass", and "Anda" means heaven.

This sentence is connected together.

It is a beautiful grassland full of flowers like heaven.

But now Xie Linyuan can only see blood and charred corpses on the ground. The purple-black earth is like spots on a dead person, with bundles of thick smoke rising into the sky, and the air is full of the smell of burnt corpse oil.

Looking at the headless corpse of the monk with thousands of holes in it, Xie Linyuan felt a strong emotion for the first time.

It was not until many years later.

Xie Linyuan realized that the emotion was called hatred.

Under the trend of hatred, Xie Linyuan ended his practice on the Skeleton Plain.

Relying on his already good martial arts, he joined a caravan. Then he followed the caravan into Jiangbeizhou and began to formulate and complete his assassination plan. He wanted to kill the commander, avenge his master, and pay tribute to the herdsmen on the grassland who had entertained him.

When he came to Jiangbeizhou, although Jiangbeizhou was a wild and remote place in the Great Zhou Dynasty, Xie Linyuan was still shocked by the scene he saw in front of him.

He had never seen such fertile land, nor such a prosperous and huge city.

People living here don't have to worry about war, nor do they have to worry about the great terror in the dark.

This made Xie Linyuan feel that they were truly alive. And those tribesmen living on the Skeleton Plain outside the Great Wall were just livestock with ten taels of silver for a human head.

"Hehe, ten taels of silver." Su Heng seemed to hear Xie Linyuan's cold and desolate laughter.

In Jiangbeizhou, a strong working ox costs thirty taels of silver. It is equivalent to the lives of a family of three in the Skeleton Yuan in the Great Wall.

The more prosperous the scene he saw, the hotter the hatred in Xie Linyuan's heart.

The piercing hatred was like poison in the throat and abscesses in the heart. It could not be cured or forgotten, and only blood could calm it down a little.

He flipped through ancient books and gave himself a name, "Xie Linyuan".

Like facing the abyss, walking on thin ice.

To remind himself not to forget the hatred.

Unfortunately, Xie Linyuan was just a demon at that time.

In the eyes of mortals, he might be considered strong, but in the eyes of the commander of the Demon Suppression Army in the Tiangui realm, he was no different from an ant.

Not to mention assassination.

He couldn't even get close to the commander of the Demon Suppression Army.

After several attempts, not only did he not gain anything, but he put himself in danger.

In the time of danger, the people of the Demon Elephant Sect rescued him and took him in. Xie Linyuan also won the appreciation of the top leaders of the Demon Elephant Sect with his fierceness. In the following two hundred years, Xie Linyuan became more and more courageous, and both his own cultivation and his status in the sect rose steadily.

He went out on a mission and wiped out the entire family of opponents.

He had done too many such things, and they could not stir up waves in Xie Linyuan's hard heart.

But a girl hiding in the closet caught Xie Linyuan's attention.

"Such hatred and blazing eyes..." Xie Linyuan thought of himself when he was young, "Let me call you Xie Xianyu. From today on, you will follow me in practice. Maybe one day I can die in the hands of my own disciples, and the master will be better than the master." , which is pretty good.”

Another hundred years passed quickly, and finally——

He reached the peak of his talent, the peak of the demon fetus.

Xie Linyuan was already over three hundred years old at this time. Even if he fused two demonic bones and extended his life through some other magic sect secrets, his energy and blood were declining and he was no longer at his peak.

But his enemy is still alive and has become the leader of Jiangbeizhou Demon Suppression Army.

Three hundred years.

He thought that those hatreds had already been put aside and forgotten by him.

But looking at the old face in the mirror, Xie Linyuan was shocked to realize that those things were still hidden deep in his heart. Knowing that he would die, Xie Linyuan still chose to assassinate him. He failed of course. Even before he saw his enemy, he was severely wounded by a young general in the demon-suppressing army.

The memory after that was blurry.

Su Heng rubbed his head, and when he continued browsing, Xie Linyuan stepped into Tiangui and planned to go to Jiangzhou to find the tomb of Dragon King An Shelie. Ever since Xie Linyuan entered the Heavenly Creation Realm, his memory had become blurry and distorted.

Moreover, Su Heng felt like he was suffering from schizophrenia, and his memory was always intermittent.

But even so.

Su Heng also sensed key information from these memories, "The Demon Elephant Sect's search for the tombs seems not just for the burial objects of An Shelie's skills. They want to find some information from the tombs..."

Su Heng frowned and touched his chin.

He did not notice any more specific news in Xie Linyuan's memory.

What follows is what happened when he came to Jiangzhou, and even the memory of fighting Su Heng.

Face yourself from your opponent’s perspective. This feeling is also very new to Su Heng. He watched a paragraph and couldn't help but sigh, "This kind of opponent with high attack and strong defense and built-in control is really disgusting. Moreover, there is a second form, which is so fucking disgusting." It’s like fighting a boss, no experience at all.”

"How did Xie Linyuan, who was seriously injured and aged, suddenly enter the realm of heaven and evil?"

Su Heng was very confused.

The most important information was passed over, and he concentrated on looking back at the memory.

Round, plump, and softly glowing thighs appeared in Su Heng's sight. Looking further up, he saw tall, soft breasts and a naturally charming face.

This person's name is Ke Yulan, the master of the Demon Elephant Sect.

This was somewhat unexpected. Su Heng thought he would be a three-meter-tall, muscle-covered, bloodthirsty madman who would tear people to pieces and eat them if he disagreed.

Su Heng heard the conversation.

Because Xie Linyuan was almost dead at this time and his consciousness was blurred.

I couldn’t hear the exact content of the conversation, but I could only faintly hear mentions of “he is about to die”, “Li Yuan”, “Lushena Buddha”, “maybe there is still hope”, etc.

Immediately afterwards, his consciousness fell into darkness, and he probably fainted due to excessive injuries.

When Xie Linyuan regained consciousness, Su Heng found himself under a huge dark rock wall.

Surrounded by a lush mountain forest, a huge full moon hung in the sky, almost as huge as half the sky, and the cold moonlight soaked the entire rock wall in it.

The surroundings were quiet, the moonlight dispelling the darkness. A majestic Buddha is carved in the middle of the rock wall, and on both sides of the Buddha are Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc. who are equally solemn but whose names Su Heng cannot name.

This rock wall may have a history of thousands of years. Whether it is the Buddha in the center or the Bodhisattvas and Arhats on the left and right sides, etc., the lines on their bodies have been severely eroded by the wind. The details on the clothes and the texture on the body and face have all disappeared, leaving only a rough outline.

But Su Heng could still feel the vast majesty through Xie Linyuan's memory.

The left hand of the Buddha statue is placed across the left foot, and the right hand is bent upward to make a ring. Use your thumb to twist your middle finger while letting the other fingers stretch naturally.

Su Heng's mother believed in Buddhism and would also recite sutras at home.

He knew that the fingerprints of Buddha statues contained information, and even specialized fingerprints could only be used by specialized Buddha statues to distinguish them.

Of course, the identification of these handprints is somewhat beyond Su Heng's knowledge.

He could only write it down for now and do some research later.

The most critical issue is.

What is so special about this Buddha statue?

Why did Xie Linyuan just stay in front of the Buddha statue for one night, and not only did his injuries completely recover the next day? Moreover, he also broke through the barrier that had not been broken through for decades and successfully entered the realm of Heavenly Creation.

Furthermore, what price did Xie Linyuan pay after the breakthrough, and why did he go crazy?

Is it just because of super-sensibility, or is there something wrong with the Buddha statue as well?

Su Heng rubbed his temples.

Boom!

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the Buddha statue in front of him.

When Su Heng raised his head, the huge, cold full moon hanging in the sky turned into blood.

Under the bloody moonlight, the corners of the Buddha's eyes were cracked, and blood and tears were flowing out of them. The huge Buddha's head hung downwards, facing Su Heng's eyes. Su Heng's heart trembled, as if his heart was squeezed hard by a big invisible hand.

"How can this be!?"

Su Heng was really surprised because he clearly felt that the Buddha statue was actually looking at him through Xie Linyuan's memory!