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Chapter 235: The sign of the country's demise, the evil monk Tai Zang

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

"Of course," Yuan Hong answered without hesitation, "but the Fawang Temple has reappeared and stirred up the storm."

"Could it be that……"

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

"That's right." Jian Chuan looked out the window, the mottled shadows of the trees cast on his white robe. "More than two thousand years ago, the corrupt demon Marpa descended on an ancient country called Yuanxi and fought a great battle with the divine beast Golden Crow that protected the place. In the end, he was defeated and sealed."

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

"Those bald donkeys really deserve it." Yuan Hong didn't like the barbarian monks in the Skull Plain. After hearing this secret, Yuan Hong was relieved of his doubts and couldn't help but sigh. He was certain in his heart, and quickly reacted, "Since it is sealed, doesn't that mean..."

"That's right." Jian Chuan smiled and said, "The vitality of the demon gods is extremely strong, and the corrupt demon god Marba is the best among them."

"Even the Golden Crow of the past could only seal it, but could not kill it completely."

“If we find the right opportunity when they are exploring the secret treasures of the Dharma King Temple, we can release the corrupt demon Marpa who has been suppressed for a thousand years and is hungry and mad.” In the sunlight, Jian Chuan stretched out his hands and made an explosion gesture.

He has a handsome appearance, a slender body and a white robe.

There is a kind of beauty of a weak scholar.

With this kind of appearance, he could go to a brothel and listen to music for free. But the gentle and handsome smile on Jian Chuan's face at this moment brought a great chill to Yuan Hong. Under the swaying shade of the 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 are like ants under the feet of a giant and rotten wood under a flood. They will not have any hope of survival."

"hiss……"

Yuan Hong suddenly felt a chill in his heart and was frightened by Jian Chuan's crazy plan.

"Absolutely not, sir!" Yuan Hong said hurriedly, his face flushed red, "If the demon god is released, even if we can really kill the elites of those immortal sects and big families, what will happen to the people of Jiangbeizhou? They will surely suffer."

"They are just a few ants." Jian Chuan frowned slightly and said unhappily, "The lives of those mortals are too short, as light as a feather, and not worth mentioning. They are like the leeks in the ground. After they are cut, they will grow again in just a hundred years."

"Compared with my empire's thousand-year hegemony, these people's lives 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 be handled." Jian Chuan reached out and patted Yuan Hong on the shoulder, and continued, "King Dingxuan will suppress everything and clean up the mess. There may be some innocent people killed, but the final result will be good. The borders of the empire will be restored to stability, and it may even be possible to expand the territory further outward."

"Is there King Dingxuan's instructions behind this matter?!" Yuan Hong said in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

"Shh!" Jian Chuan put his finger to his lips and made a gesture to Yuan Hong to keep quiet. He winked playfully with a gentle smile on his face, but the threat was self-evident. Yuan Hong felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, trembling all over.

boom!
Jian Chuan took a big step forward.

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

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

Behind Jian Chuan was King Ding Xuan, and behind King Ding Xuan was the Third Prince. Was such a big move really just to deal with a few immortal sects and aristocratic families? Was there another plot behind this... to sacrifice millions of corpses to the evil gods, or to practice some kind of magic technique?
Thinking of the news that the current Emperor Wu's injury was gradually worsening, Yuan Hong shuddered.

He looked up and outside.

The sun was bright and the trees were green, but in a trance he saw the collapse of the empire and the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his body.

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It took some time to get on the road, and there was also the effect of jet lag.

By the time Su crossed Jiangbeizhou and arrived at Skull Plain, it was already evening. The sun had 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 blew 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, there is also a sense of magnificent beauty.

In the distance, a winding river rushed down the Gobi Desert. The rough riverbed was strewn with huge rocks, and the water rushed with a gurgling sound. A few wild cattle and sheep, their hair curled up and condensed into dirty lumps, lowered their heads and drank water by the dirty river.

Su Heng watched the scene with great interest.

Then I was speechless.

After receiving the news, I came in such a hurry that I even forgot to ask Qin Shunying about the specific location of the Fawang Temple.

Arriving at the Skull Plain, Su Heng was completely bewildered. If he turned back to ask, it wouldn't be a big problem. The main problem was that he couldn't bring himself to do this in front of Qin Shunying...

"Walking back and forth here, as long as you're not too unlucky, you should be able to run into two people who know the news."

Su Heng stroked his chin and thought seriously.

Although it was Su Heng's first time to visit this desolate place called Skull Plain, he was not completely unfamiliar with it.

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 the Skull Plain. In his memory, Su Heng experienced some things from Xie Linyuan's perspective and knew some taboos in the Skull Plain.

For example...

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

Once the sun sets, it is the underworld. Evil spirits will crawl out of the hell to look for food. It is a forbidden area for living people, and they can only survive under the protection of monks.

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

But the cold wind was blowing slowly, and the scene ahead was peaceful, and nothing strange happened here.

Was it because his strength was too strong and his evil spirit was too strong that all the ghosts were afraid of him? Or was it because the contents of the night in Xie Linyuan's memory were exaggerated, and in fact the night in Skull Plain was not as strange and dangerous as the rumors said? Su Heng didn't know.

"Whoosh..." A cold wind blew past. A few white clouds were billowing 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, and sensed a strange charm from the surrounding environment. As the saying goes, the more skilled you are, the more courageous you are. Sensing that there might be a ghost reviving, Su Heng was not afraid, but showed an expression of interest on his face.

"I wonder what the evil spirits from outside the Great Wall taste like." Su Heng was very thoughtful and wanted to know the answer to this question.

He frowned slightly and narrowed his eyes.

After searching around, the problem was quickly discovered.

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

The mist was like water plants swaying in the river. However, the mist did not move with the wind, but instead gathered in one place abnormally.

Su Heng did not hesitate.

Following the direction where the black fog gathered, we soon reached its end.

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

In the black fog, two figures flashed by rapidly.

boom!
There was a loud bang.

The strong wind formed by the huge force exploded.

While a white energy circle was formed on the battlefield, the condensed black mist was blown away and dispersed.

A few white clouds passed across the sky, and bright moonlight shone 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 all kinds of 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 sand...

Li Lingsu put his fingers together to form a sword, and gently brushed the crystal clear blade in his hand. Looking at the black blood stain on the end of the blade, Li Lingsu's delicate and indifferent face did not show any joy, but instead frowned slightly, with a gloomy expression.

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

He was dressed in a white robe, spotless. If you only looked at the left half of his body, his complexion was white and his temperament was extraordinary, like a peaceful monk. But from the center of his eyebrows downward, it was divided into two, and the other half of his body exuded a sinister evil aura in the moonlight, and it was pitch black, as if it was made of black mud.

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

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 the aura he exuded strange and inexplicable, making people afraid to approach him.

This monk with an evil temperament was named Taizang. He was born in the Wujin White Pagoda Temple and was one of the Buddhist disciples.

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

Even a thousand years ago, the peerless princess Zhao Yingluo was imprisoned in a white tower under the snow-capped mountains.

Taizo looked down at the wound on his chest, then an expression of disapproval appeared on his face.

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

"The girl's swordsmanship is good and elusive, but it's a pity that it's useless against me." Taizang clasped his hands together, said Amitabha, and looked at Li Lingsu with some strong and filthy desire in his eyes, which he did not conceal.

"Just surrender," he advised earnestly, "lest you ruin the girl's appearance, which would be a pity."

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

The expression on his face remained indifferent. He was neither angry at Taizo's blasphemous words nor impatient because he was at a disadvantage. He always kept his emotions calm and devoted himself to the battle in front of him.

"It seems that the girl will not cry until she sees the coffin." Tai Zang shook his head and sighed, "Well, let me show you my true strength. Then 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, his muscles flexed, a black light flashed in his pupils, and he recited a scripture.

As the sound of ancient chanting rang out on the battlefield, the ground vibrated and hummed.

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

There are eighteen of these pottery figurines, each with four arms, a black face and fangs, and a bloodthirsty red light flashing in its eyes.

They appeared on the battlefield at this time, surrounded Li Lingsu and trapped him.

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

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

"Girl, you better recognize the situation and give up struggling." Taizo was overjoyed, "Good, good, Amitabha."

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

"You think you can fool me with this little trick? Miss, you look down on me too much." Taizang laughed and didn't take it seriously.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, Taizang's laughter stopped abruptly.

The expression on his face became stiff and he turned back inch by inch.

After seeing clearly what happened next, Taizang's eyes widened suddenly, with a horrified expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

(End of this chapter)