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Jian Chuan did not directly answer Yuan Hong's question, but asked, "Do you know what happened and what happened recently in the Skeleton Plain?"

"Of course," Yuan Hong answered without hesitation, "but the Dharma King Temple has reappeared and stirred up the situation."

"Could it be that..."

Yuan Hong was shocked and widened his eyes, "There is a secret behind this matter."

"Yes." Jian Chuan looked out the window, and the mottled shadows of the trees were projected on his white robe. "More than two thousand years ago, the corrupt demon Marpa descended on an ancient country called Yuanxi and fought a war with the sacred beast Jinwu that protected this place. In the end, he was defeated and sealed."

"And the address of the seal is the Dharma King Temple." Jian Chuan said, "This incident is also the direct cause of the demise of the Dharma King Temple."

"Those bald donkeys really deserve it." Yuan Hong didn't have a good impression of the barbarian monks in the Skeleton Plain. Hearing this secret, Yuan Hong could not help but sigh while solving his doubts. He was certain in his heart, and quickly reacted, "Since it is sealed, doesn't it mean..."

"Yes." Jian Chuan smiled, "The vitality of the demon god is extremely tenacious, and the corrupt demon god Marba is the best among them."

"Even the former Jinwu can only seal it, but cannot kill it completely."

"If we find the right opportunity when they are exploring the secrets of the Dharma King Temple, we will release the corrupt demon god Marba who has been suppressed for a thousand years and is hungry and crazy." In the sun, Jian Chuan stretched out his hands and made an explosion gesture.

He has a handsome appearance, and his slender body is matched with a white robe.

He has the beauty of a weak scholar.

With this appearance, he doesn't have to spend money even if he goes to the brothel to listen to music. But the soft and handsome smile on Jian Chuan's face at this time brought a great chill to Yuan Hong. Under the swaying tree, Jian Chuan's calm and indifferent voice came slowly, "When the time comes..."

"The monks of Skull Plain, the three major immortal sects, the four major families, and the Dusi you are worried about will all die. They will be like ants under the feet of a giant and rotten wood under a flood. There will be no life."

"Hiss..."

A chill suddenly rose in Yuan Hong's heart. He was frightened by Jian Chuan's crazy plan.

"Absolutely not, sir!" Yuan Hong's face flushed red, and he hurriedly said, "If the demon god is released, even if the elites of the immortal sects and big families can be killed, what will happen to the people of Jiangbeizhou at that time? They will surely suffer."

"They are just a few ants." Jian Chuan frowned slightly and said with some displeasure, "The lives of those mortals are too short, as light as a feather, and not worth mentioning. Just like the leeks in the ground, after being cut, a new crop will grow again in just a hundred years."

"Compared with the thousand-year hegemony of my empire, the lives of these people are nothing."

"I..." Yuan Hong was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Besides, you don't have to worry about things getting out of control and being unable to handle them." Jian Chuan reached out and patted Yuan Hong on the shoulder, and continued, "King Dingxuan will suppress everything and clean up the mess. Perhaps some innocent people will die, but the final result will be good. The borders of the empire will be restored to stability, and it is even possible to expand the territory further outward."

"Is there an instruction from King Dingxuan behind this matter!?" Yuan Hong widened his eyes and said in disbelief.

"Hush!" Jian Chuan stretched out his finger and put it in front of his lips, making a silencing gesture to Yuan Hong. He blinked playfully, with a gentle smile on his face, but the threat was self-evident. It made Yuan Hong feel like he fell into an icy abyss, trembling all over.

Bang!

Jian Chuan strode forward.

His white robe fluttered, and he pushed the door open in a blink and left.

Yuan Hong stood alone in the study, his mind in a mess.

Behind Jian Chuan was King Dingxuan, and behind King Dingxuan was the third prince. Such a big commotion, is it really just to deal with a few immortal sects and families? Is there any other plot behind this...laying millions of corpses to sacrifice to the evil gods, or practicing some kind of magic technique?

Thinking of the news that the current Emperor Wu's injury is gradually worsening, Yuan Hong shuddered.

He looked up and looked outside.

The sun was bright and the shade of the trees was lush. But in a trance, he saw the scene of the collapse of the empire and the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and he couldn't help but feel cold.

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It took a while to rush on the road, plus the impact of jet lag.

When Su Heng crossed Jiangbeizhou and came to Skull Plain, it was already evening. The sun set, and a golden full moon hung high in the sky. The sky was clear, and the few remaining white clouds were like galloping horses. The rolling mountains in the distance were covered with a layer of white snow, and the cold wind rolled up the withered yellow grass leaves on the ground.

Although the environment of Skull Plain is desolate.

But standing on a high place and looking down from a high place, there is also a sense of magnificent beauty.

In the distance, a winding river rushed down the Gobi Desert. The rough river channel was full of huge rocks, and the river water rushed and made a gurgling sound. Several wild cattle and sheep with curled hair and dirty lumps were lowering their heads to drink water by the dirty river.

Su Heng looked at the scene in front of him with interest.

Then he was a little speechless.

After getting the news, he came too quickly and forgot to ask Qin Shunying about the specific location of the Dharma King Temple.

When he came to the Skull Plain, Su Heng's eyes were dark and he was a little confused. If he turned back to ask, it would not be a big problem, but the main thing was that he couldn't bring himself to do this in front of Qin Shunying...

"Walk back and forth here, as long as your luck is not too bad, you should be able to meet two people who know the news."

Su Heng touched his chin and thought seriously.

Although this was Su Heng's first time in this desolate place, Skull Plain was not completely unfamiliar to him.

Before the tomb of Anshelie Dragon King was opened, he devoured the soul memory of Xie Linyuan of the Demon Elephant Sect. Xie Linyuan was a barbarian born in Skull Plain. In his memory, Su Heng experienced some things from Xie Linyuan's perspective and knew some taboos in Skull Plain.

For example...

In Skull Plain, when the sun rises, it is the kingdom of mortals.

And once the sun sets, it is the underworld. Evil ghosts will crawl out of the hell to find food. It is a forbidden area for living people. Only under the protection of monks can they survive.

Su Heng looked up at the moon in the sky. It was undoubtedly night at this time.

But the cold wind was blowing, and there was peace in front of him. He did not encounter any weird things here.

It was because his strength was too strong and his evil spirit was too heavy that all ghosts were afraid. Or maybe the night in Xie Linyuan's memory was exaggerated, and the night in Skull Plain was not as strange and dangerous as rumored. Su Heng didn't know.

"Huh..." A cold wind blew.

A few white clouds were running in the sky, blocking the moonlight, and the originally clear sky suddenly became dim.

Su Heng's long hair was blown by the wind, and his clothes were fluttering. He suddenly felt certain in his heart, and he sensed a strange charm from the surrounding environment. As the saying goes, the more skilled, the more courageous. Su Heng was not afraid of the possibility of the resurrection of the evil spirit. Instead, he showed an interested expression on his face.

"I don't know what the evil spirit outside the Great Wall tastes like." Su Heng was active in thinking, and he really wanted to know the answer to this question at this time.

He frowned slightly and narrowed his eyes.

He searched around and soon found the problem.

He saw a gray-black mist spreading out from the cracks in the rocks on a beach by the river in the distance.

The wisps were like water plants swaying with the waves in the river. But these mists did not go with the wind, but abnormally drifted towards a gathering place.

Su Heng did not hesitate.

Following the direction of the black mist, he soon came to its end.

This was a yellow desert covered with gravel and dust, lifeless. It was covered with potholes and traces, as if a war had just taken place. And in the center of this dark yellow desert, a large amount of black mist gathered into a sphere, blocking the view.

In the black mist, two figures swayed and passed by rapidly.

Bang!

There was a loud noise.

The strong wind formed by the huge force exploded.

While forming a white energy ring on the battlefield, it also blew away the condensed black mist.

A few white clouds passed by in the sky, and the bright moonlight fell again, illuminating the battlefield.

Su Heng stood on a high place, with his hands behind his back, looking around.

After seeing the situation on the battlefield clearly, he couldn't help showing a trace of astonishment on his face, and then chuckled, "The world is so big, there are really many surprises. I didn't expect to meet acquaintances in such a remote place."

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Bright moonlight, surging strange black fog, and falling fine gravel...

Li Lingsu put his fingers together as a sword, gently brushing the crystal clear sword blade in his hand. Looking at the black blood stain on the end of the sword blade, Li Lingsu's delicate and indifferent face was not only without any joy, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his face was gloomy.

In front of Li Lingsu was a young and burly monk.

He was dressed in a white robe, without any dust. If you only look at the left half of his body, his face is white and his temperament is extraordinary, like a peaceful monk who has attained the Tao. But from the center of the eyebrows downwards, it is divided into two, and the other half of the body exudes a sinister evil spirit in the moonlight, and it is pitch black, as if it is made of black silt.

Blood burst out from his deeply sunken eye sockets, and even his lips were bulging with fangs, like a beast.

This one is black and the other is white, one is good and the other is evil.

Two completely different temperaments were forcibly condensed on the monk, making him exude an eerie and inexplicable aura that made people afraid.

This monk with an evil temperament was named Tai Zang, born in the Endless White Pagoda Temple, and was one of the Buddhist disciples.

Among the three major Tantric forces in the Skull Plain, the Hundred Buddha Temple has the widest inheritance, the Wuxiang Zunfa Temple has the most powerful people, and the Endless White Pagoda Temple is the most mysterious and has the oldest inheritance. The "Imperial Way" widely circulated in the Skull Plain first came from the Endless White Pagoda Temple.

Even the peerless Princess Zhao Yingluo a thousand years ago was imprisoned in a white pagoda under the snow-capped mountains.

Tai Zang looked down at the wound on his chest, and then a look of disapproval appeared on his face.

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed it, and the wound healed instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The girl's swordsmanship is good, and she is elusive, but it's a pity that she is useless to me." Taizang put his hands together, said Amitabha, and looked at Li Lingsu with a strong and filthy desire, and he didn't hide it.

"Just surrender." He advised sincerely, "lest you ruin the girl's appearance, it's a pity."

Li Lingsu stretched out his hand and made a sword flower, with the tip of the sword pointing at Taizang's forehead.

His face was still indifferent, neither angry because of Taizang's blasphemous words just now, nor impatient because of falling into a disadvantage, always maintaining his emotions in a calm state, and fully devoted himself to the battle in front of him.

"It seems that the girl will not cry until she sees the coffin." Taizang shook his head and sighed, "Well, let you see my true strength. At that time, you will understand how insignificant your so-called resistance and struggle are in front of me."

"Om Ah Hum, Mahakalaya, Hum Pah!" He put his arms together, and his muscles burst. A black light flashed in his pupils, and he recited the scriptures.

As the ancient chanting sounded on the battlefield, the ground vibrated.

All the tiny stones and dust were suspended in the air, and the black mist swirled and then fell. Amid the teeth-grinding clicks, three-meter-tall, black-clayed pottery figurines, which seemed to be made of oil and clay, emerged from the ground and appeared on the battlefield.

There were eighteen of these pottery figurines, each with four arms, black faces and fangs, and bloodthirsty red lights flashing in their eyes.

At this time, they appeared on the battlefield, surrounded Li Lingsu and trapped him.

Li Lingsu looked around, her expression was determined, and then a light flashed in her eyes. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and a smile appeared on her face. Although it disappeared quickly, it still made Tai Zang's heart burst with desire.

What surprised him even more was that Li Lingsu actually put down the sword in his hand.

"Miss, you must recognize the situation and give up struggling." Tai Zang was overjoyed, "Good, good, Amitabha."

"Look behind you." Li Lingsu said briefly, "Idiot."

"You want to fool me with this little trick, girl, don't you look down on me too much." Tai Zang laughed and didn't take it seriously.

"Kacha!"

With a crisp sound, Tai Zang's laughter stopped abruptly.

His expression became stiff, and he turned back inch by inch.

When he saw what was happening behind him, Tai Zang's eyes widened violently, with a horrified expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost.