The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Who would have known that Xu Hui was actually a direct descendant of the Dayou royal family.

In fact, his real name should be Xu Huicai.

Of course, Yan Weilou would not tell Xu Hui about these causes and consequences, so he just smiled and said nothing.

Yan Weilou's silence seemed so unfathomable in Xu Hui's eyes.

He couldn't figure out how he was found out, and his eyes towards Yan Weilou became more and more probing.

Zheng——Yan Weilou suddenly flicked the shiny blade, and a cold light flashed in Xu Hui's sight, and another blood mark was wiped out on his neck.

The smile on the young man's lips was particularly deep: "Okay, Master Xu, you are not qualified to bargain with me.

Now, tell me everything.

"Xu Hui was silent, feeling helpless.

He thought he had always acted in a low-key manner, until this stabbing, and then the two of them started fighting over a disagreement.

It was an unjust fight in vain, and even though he had become the other party's prisoner now, he didn't even know the other party's purpose.

Xu Hui asked: "What do you want to know?" "He Bo gave me a blessing.

" Yan Weilou only said four words, but Xu Hui immediately understood what he meant, and felt a little funny in his heart - he came here for this matter? Just for such a small thing?! He was surprised He looked up at Yan Weilou and asked tentatively: "You must not be a local, right? Could it be that my idiot men offended you? Or, what does the sacrifice chosen this year have to do with you? " Yan Weilou shook his head: "None of them.

"Then you are here for those untouchables."

"As he spoke, Xu Hui's tone changed and he laughed out loud: "It turns out he was just a nosy kid.

"For the sake of some humble untouchables, two masters of insight are fighting each other to the death. How ridiculous!" "The expression on his face was a bit sad, as if he had experienced a ridiculous farce personally, "What's more, I never hurt their lives. Instead, I protected them for many years, and I just received some compensation.

" When he said this, Xu Hui looked at Yan Weilou with extremely helpless eyes, as if he thought he was Leng Touqing who had just started walking in the world and drew his sword to help when he saw injustice on the road.

Yan Weilou shook his head again: "No, I'm not standing up for them, I just can't stand a guy like you who is pretending to be a ghost.

"This kind of guy who can only play tricks behind his back, wants something but dares not to steal it openly. Instead, he secretly plots people's hearts... In Yan Weilou's view, he is really unworthy of elegance! "There once was a guy who pretended to be a ghost for me. He ordered me to be in danger with just one word, almost desperate..." The various colored stones inlaid on the stone wall reflected a soft halo, all of which were absorbed by the young man's dark pupils, as he seemed to be remembering something.

Xu Hui was a little curious: "What happened next?" "Later, he was hacked to death by me.

"..." The young man suddenly pulled out the scimitar that was stuck on the ground. The blood-stained blade suddenly pierced Xu Hui's shoulder blade, nailing him to the ground and looking straight at him.

"So, don't waste any more time, just say it!" The moment the sharp blade pierced his body, a powerful infuriating energy flowed into Xu Hui's body, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Okay, let me tell you..." Xu Hui said word by word, "He Bo's blessing is indeed fake. I am using these sacrifices to practice - but this is not me planning behind the scenes. As early as three hundred years ago, It was there before!" In Yan Weilou's surprised eyes, he sneered and said: "Three hundred years ago, someone among our ancestors came up with this idea.

Start using He Bo's name to collect sacrifices to help with your cultivation! I just inherited this custom.

" Yan Weilou looked slightly startled. An incredible thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly asked: "What are the origins of the ancestors of the Great You remnants in the mountains? Xu Hui seemed to have no scruples: "It seems you have guessed it?" Yes, their ancestors were Grand Master Xue and other soldiers who escorted their ancestors into the mountains.

"It was quiet for a while in the cave.

After a while, Yan Weilou let out a breath, his eyes strange: "...I understand everything.

" When the Dayou Dynasty fell, in order to avoid the pursuit of the new dynasty, Xue Yizhuo and a few loyal soldiers of Dayou escorted the young master away and went deep into the Daheng Mountains.

He has settled here since then.

Perhaps Xue Yizhuo also used himself to forcibly ascend to the level of a half-step heavenly being, and deliberately changed the environment of the Daheng Mountains, making it easier to defend and harder to attack, and easier to enter and harder to leave.

Xu Hui's words supported his guess: "Why do you think Yuanhe is so magical? It was the place where Grandmaster Xue transformed into a Taoist.

Before he died, he dispersed his cultivation and changed the nearby earth veins. From then on, the spiritual energy gathered in the source river. Even ordinary people who drank this water for many years could strengthen their bodies and avoid all diseases.

" Yan Weilou continued: "It's a pity that he devoted his life to Dayou.

After his death, his descendants were plotted by the Dayou royal family. They were regarded as cauldrons for generations, allowing others to take away their Dao foundation.

"His tone was quite calm, as if he were speaking in a straightforward manner, without any hint of indignation or sigh.

Xu Hui's face heated up when he was told that, and he defended himself: "Grandmaster Xue is very loyal to me, Dayou.

If he were alive and knew that it would help Dayou's restoration, he would agree to do this.

" The more he spoke, the more natural his expression became. He gradually became more confident and self-convinced, and he directly convinced himself: "At that time, our ancestors fled into the mountains, and only a group of defeated soldiers were left around them. Even Grandmaster Xue was seriously injured and dying..." In order to conceal their identities, these people pretended to be ordinary civilians who fled into the mountains due to the war, and intermarried with the mountain people to settle down.

Because he was seriously injured and his life was not long, Xue Yizhuo also deliberately concocted a drama of the Son of God in front of the mountain people, and put the young Prince Dayu on the throne of the Son of God - a half-step celestial being can be called a half-god. He personally took action and pretended to be a god. Naturally, those shallow-minded mountain people could not see the clues, and from then on they worshipped the "Son of God" as a god.

Even after the death of the older generation, their descendants still respected the blood of the Son of God.

As time passed, many people forgot the past, and the lineage of the Dayu royal family was passed down as a priest who communicated with the gods, and in all The status among the mountain people is unique.

But these royal descendants have never forgotten their identities. They always want to walk out of the mountains and restore Dayu. It's a pity that on the vast land of Shenzhou, whether it is the three holy places or the three dynasties, there are celestial saints sitting in charge.

If there is no strength to compete with the celestials, the so-called restoration is just a daydream.

And how can the celestials be so easy to achieve? After hundreds of years, the most powerful figures in the lineage of the Dayu royal family are just barely entering the Tao.

Until three hundred years ago, one of Xu Hui's ancestors, "Xu Yizhi", suddenly had a whim and took a different approach.

Hearing this, Yan Weilou's eyes flashed, and he suddenly spit out three words: "The Secret of Repairing the Sky?" Xu Hui's pupils suddenly shrank.

Suddenly being directly pointed out by Yan Weilou, he originally wanted to make up some lies and deceive Yan Weilou with a half-truth, but his thoughts faded.

"You guessed right, it is the Secret of Repairing the Sky."

"Eight hundred years ago, Grandmaster Xue and many soldiers made a vow with our Great You royal family to serve them for generations.

But their descendants grew up drinking the water of the source river, and they are full of spiritual energy and free from all diseases.

Occasionally, there are people with extraordinary talents... Isn't this the best gift from heaven?" At this point, it is clear.

Yan Weilou once obtained the original volume of "Bu Tian Jue" from the relics of Old Shen, and he thought he knew this famous peerless magic skill.