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When it came to Solban, Meng Huan and Wu Chengcheng became visibly serious, changing from the previous relaxed and happy atmosphere.

Su Heng thought for a while and continued, "I met this man before at Fawang Temple and had a fight with him once."

He told some of his experiences at Fawang Temple, his speculations, and the scenes he saw at the Temple of One Hundred Buddhas.

"Hiss..." After receiving this information from Su Heng's mouth, Meng Huan took a breath and changed his face slightly, "If he was already an earthly immortal at that time, and with the help of the magic of heavenly demons, he had absorbed the sages from the Hundred Buddha Temple. of cultivation.

Sorban's talent is extraordinary.

Coupled with these current events, he is now afraid that he has become a dangerous person and deserves to be vigilant. "

"The enemy hiding in the dark is the most troublesome." Su Heng said, "If you know where he is going, it will be much easier to handle this matter."

"Speaking of this, I am reminded of a legend on Skull Plain."

Wu Zhicheng, who had been silent on the other side, seemed to have thought of something. At this time, he suddenly interjected, "Legend has it that there is a grassland on the Skeleton Plains called 'Tinara'. In the ancient language of the Skeleton Plains tribe, this name means 'The place that is closest to heaven.

The first tribes on the Skull Plain migrated from the Tinara Prairie.

However, unknown changes occurred later and the return route was blocked by a storm. Tinala Prairie gradually became a legend among the tribesmen. "

Seeing that both Su Heng and Meng Huan's eyes were on him, Wu Chucheng scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a naive smile, "I heard from the leaders of some large tribes that Solban has made a great wish to lead them back." To this ancestral land.

Following this clue, Sorban's whereabouts may be found. "

"It's possible." Su Heng thought for a while and said, "On the one hand, when the mythical battlefield comes, Skeleton Plains will be the first battlefield. Putting myself in his shoes, if I were Thorban, I would also find a way to lead my tribe to migrate. Find new gathering places.”

"On the other hand, there is no smoke without fire. Since these rumors have spread among the tribe, there must be some reasons."

"We can only follow this clue to investigate." Meng Huan said, "It's better than looking for a needle in a haystack without seeing anything."

"Um……"

Meng Huan pondered for a moment, then simply said, "Since you brought it up on your own initiative, I will be responsible for investigating this matter."

"If there is a need, our Lieyang Sect will do our best to cooperate." Wu Chucheng hurriedly patted his chest.

"Okay!" Su Heng nodded.

Next, he will focus on collecting information about Long Yuan.

After digesting the many resources and gains obtained from the three major esoteric sects this time, and hurrying to improve one's strength before the mythical battlefield is completely opened, there really is not much time to waste on these insignificant things. Su Heng was confident in his own strength, but the Blood Realm Pillar God still put some pressure on him.

Once the Blood Realm battlefield is completely opened.

What we will face then is not one or two demon gods, but the huge pressure brought by an entire world.

With Su Heng's current strength, there is no problem in protecting himself. But if he wanted to conquer the Blood Realm in turn, he thought he was still not that far behind. The current plan is to get the complete dragon skeleton in hand before the mythical battlefield is completely opened, so that we can have full confidence and confidence.

"In that case, I'll leave this matter to you." Su Heng patted Meng Huan on the shoulder.

After determining their next goal, the three of them parted ways. Su Heng returned to Baihua County, while Meng Huan, Wu Chengcheng and others continued to stay in Skull Plain to clean up the mess.

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The end of Skullfield, the road to heaven.

The environment here is extremely harsh, and the gap between the sky and the earth is filled with sharp winds like sharp blades. As far as the eye can see, it is dim.

Blocked by the continuous sandstorm, the sun was only a glowing silhouette. But the surrounding temperature is incredibly hot, as if you are in a scalding furnace, and even the air is obviously distorted.

The tornado envelops the fine gravel, forming a unique yellow-black color, like a bull's horn, connecting the sky and the earth.

In such a harsh environment.

on the ground.

There was a team of about ten people.

Each of them was tall and hooded, and some of them were leading camels. Those camels were huge, with red eyes, and bulging muscles under their mottled hair. At first glance, they had demon blood flowing in their bodies, or they were simply pure-blooded demons.

The first one was the burliest, more than twice as tall as a normal person, and he held a scepter in his hand.

The scepter was held high in his hand, like a torch, bursting with light.

Light envelopes the area.

Those violent hurricanes calmed down.

Although it is still harsh and the journey is difficult, at least it will not tear people into pieces.

They just walked forward in silence with their heads lowered. In the vast sky and the earth, this group of people was inconspicuous, like tenacious black spots. A long series of footprints left behind them, but it did not last long and was soon lost in the storm.

I just walked like this for who knows how long.

The violent hurricane suddenly calmed down, and the world became quiet.

The gray sky also became clear for the first time, and beams of bright sunlight shone down.

The burly figure at the head came to a raised highland. The ground was dry and cracked. It was also lifeless and yellow. In the sun, several remaining skeletons of beasts could be seen. He put down the staff he had been holding, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then took off his hood.

A handsome bronze face, exposed to the sun.

The man had dark eyes, slightly thick lips, and a long and narrow ceremonial scar on his face. He was none other than the Barbarian King Thorban that Su Heng had specifically mentioned before.

Wu Chucheng's guess was good.

The mythical battlefield has arrived, and as the armies of the Immortal Sect and the Aristocratic Family continue to approach, the war continues.

The already extremely harsh environment of Skull Plain is becoming increasingly unsuitable for survival, and is about to turn into a desperate situation.

Sorban believed that he was no match for Su Heng, and he had no confidence that he could withstand the wave of demonic armies brought about by the arrival of the mythical battlefield. The only chance of life today is to break through the natural chasm and storm and return to the ancestral land that gave birth to the tribal people, which is the legendary paradise prairie Tinala.

But after all the hard work to get here, the scenery at the moment can't help but make people feel disappointed from the bottom of their hearts.

Look around and take in what you see.

A desolation.

There was no water, no vegetation, nothing that radiated life.

All that can be seen is the undulating yellow sand, the cracked earth, the pale white bones, and the smoke and dust produced by the high temperature scorching the earth.

rustle!

Footsteps came from behind.

A tall man with a round purple face appeared next to Solban.

He was tall and thick-waisted, wearing a leather suit, and his braided hair was tied with many bones and jade stones. There are many decorations engraved with mysterious symbols on the body, which jingle when walking, like a priest who is proficient in various witchcraft in the story.

"Huh..." Looking at everything in front of him, Sorban let out a heavy breath.

He handed the scepter in his hand to the priest beside him, and said with a tired and lonely expression, "It seems that the contents of the classics left by the ancestors may not be all true."

"Maybe this place used to be a real paradise, but after thousands of years, coupled with the erosion of the power of the Immortal Sky, it has changed. Now it seems a little unsuitable for living." The name of the priest is Belgutai. , and Solban were both teachers and friends.

His rough purple face also looked tired, but his words were more free and easy.

"As long as you throw a stone into the water, it will definitely sink to the bottom." Belgutai winked at Sorban.

"you mean……"

"Don't think so much, as long as you do it, you will definitely gain something." Belgutai laughed and reached out to pat Sorban heavily on the shoulder.

"It would be great if this was true in this world." Sorban reached out to take the animal skin water bag handed to him by Belgutai, raised his head and took a sip.

His eyes suddenly lit up, "Wine!"

A cunning light flashed in Belgutai's eyes, and he made a silent gesture towards him.

"Profuse sweat!" A strong man wearing iron armor and a machete hanging on his waist trotted up to the two of them.

This man's name is Lin Xia, a timid guard under Solban.

His eyes lingered on the water bag in Solban's hand with some suspicion, and then he said in a deep voice, "We have made a new discovery here."

"Oh?" Sorban quickly threw the water bag into the arms of the priest, "Tell me about it."

Lin Xia replied, "We discovered the ruins of a city!"

Thorban and the priest looked at each other.

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Under the leadership of Lin Xia.

The group soon arrived at the city standing in the desert.

This city is unexpectedly majestic. The city walls alone are hundreds of meters high.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a giant beast dormant on the ground, exuding an ancient and barbaric aura. A long time ago, this city may have had a glorious history.

But that's about it.

Whatever happened here, the city is dead.

Most of the buildings inside are well preserved and are made of huge stones. They are strong and strong and look like a military fortress.

Moreover, the architectural style and text inside... Solban, who grew up in a temple, is definitely a knowledgeable person. But he had never seen a similar building, and there was no relevant record in the books. The entire city seems to have been deliberately erased by some force and hidden in the long history.

A group of people strolled along the wide streets inside the city.

The priest Belgutai suddenly stopped and squatted on the ground, looking at the lines of characters engraved on the rough wall.

Sorban crossed his arms across his chest and asked with interest, "Can you read the words on this? Belgutai, you never told me that you still have this ability."

"I have seen similar words in a very old book."

"Then can you read them?" Sorban's eyes suddenly lit up. If you can read these words, you may be able to figure out the origin of this city and the cause of its destruction.

"Report to my lord, I will do my best." Belgutai touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Let me take a look, these two words seem to mean... demon descendant?"