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Chapter 307: Road to Heaven, Demonic City

When Solban was mentioned, the previously light-hearted atmosphere changed, and Meng Huan and Wu Cuicheng became visibly serious.

Su Heng thought for a moment and continued, "I met this man before when I was in the Dharma King Temple, and I had a fight with him once."

He told about his experiences at the Dharma King Temple, his own guesses, and the scenes he saw at the Hundred Buddha Temple.

"Hiss..." After hearing this news from Su Heng, Meng Huan took a breath and his face changed slightly, "If he was already an earthly immortal at that time, plus the cultivation he absorbed from the sages of the Hundred Buddha Temple with the help of the Heavenly Demonic Art.

Solban's natural capital is extraordinary.

Coupled with what is happening right now, I'm afraid he has become a dangerous person and we should be on our guard."

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

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

Wu Cuicheng, who had been silent, seemed to have thought of something and suddenly interrupted, "Legend has it that there is a grassland on the Skull Plain called 'Tinara'. In the ancient language of the Skull Plain tribe, this name means 'the place closest to heaven'.

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

But later, someone unknown what happened, the way back home was blocked by a storm, and the Tinara Grassland gradually became a legend among the tribesmen. "

Seeing that Su Heng and Meng Huan's eyes were on him, Wu Cuicheng scratched his head a little embarrassedly and smiled innocently, "I heard from the leaders of some large tribes that Solban made a great wish to lead them back to this ancestral land.

Following this clue, we may be able to find Solban's whereabouts."

"It's possible." Su Heng thought for a moment and said, "On the one hand, the Mythology Battlefield is coming, and the Skeleton Origin will be the first battlefield. If I were Solban, I would also find a way to lead my tribe to migrate and find a new gathering place."

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

"We can only follow this clue and investigate further," Meng Huan said. "It's much better than looking for a needle in a haystack in the dark."

"Um……"

Meng Huan hesitated for a moment, then simply said, "Since you have taken the initiative to bring it up, then I will be responsible for investigating this matter."

"If there is any need, we at Lieyang Sect will do our best to cooperate." Wu Cuicheng hurriedly patted his chest.

"Okay!" Su Heng nodded.

His next step will be to focus on collecting information related to Long Yuan.

Digesting the many resources and gains obtained from the three major secret sects this time, and improving his own strength before the Mythology Battlefield is completely opened, there is indeed not much time to waste on these insignificant things. Su Heng is confident in his own strength, but the Blood Realm Pillar God still brings him some pressure.

Once the blood boundary battlefield is completely opened.

At that time, what we will face is not one or two demons, but the enormous pressure brought by the entire world.

With Su Heng's current strength, he has no problem protecting himself. But if he wants to conquer the Blood Realm, he still lacks a bit. The best plan now is to get the complete dragon skeleton in his hands before the Mythology Battlefield is completely opened, so that he can be fully confident and confident.

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

After deciding on their next target, the three of them parted ways. Su Heng returned to Baihua County, while Meng Huan, Wu Cuicheng and others stayed in Skull Plain to clean up the mess.

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The end of the Skull Plain, the road to heaven.

The environment here is extremely harsh. The space between the sky and the earth is filled with sharp winds like blades. Looking around, everything is dim.

Under the cover of the continuous sandstorm, the sun was only a glowing outline. But the surrounding temperature was incredibly hot, as if being in a boiling furnace, and the air was obviously distorted.

The tornado carried with it fine sand and 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 of burly build, wearing a hood, and some of them were holding camels. Those camels were huge, with red eyes and bulging muscles under their mottled hair. It was obvious that they had demon blood flowing in their bodies, or they were pure-blooded demons.

The leader was the most burly, more than twice as tall as an ordinary man, and held a staff in his hand.

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

The light covers the area.

Those violent hurricanes subsided.

Although the conditions were still bad and the journey was difficult, at least it wouldn't be enough to scrape a person to pieces.

They walked forward in silence, their heads lowered. In the vast sky and land, they were inconspicuous, like stubborn black dots. A long string of footprints was left behind them, but they did not last long and were soon submerged in the storm.

I don’t know how long I walked like this.

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

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

The burly figure in the lead came to a raised high ground. The ground was dry and cracked, and it was also a lifeless yellow. In the sunlight, you could see the remains of several wild animals. He put down the staff he had been holding, took a long breath, and then took off his hood. A handsome bronze face was exposed to the sun.

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

Wu Cuicheng’s guess was correct.

The mythical battlefield has arrived, and with the armies of the immortal sects and aristocratic families approaching, the war continues.

The already extremely harsh environment of the Skull Plain is becoming even less suitable for survival, and is about to become a completely desperate situation.

Solban believed that he was no match for Su Heng, and he had no confidence that he could withstand the frenzy of the demon army brought by the arrival of the mythical battlefield. The only chance of survival now was to penetrate the storm of the natural moat and return to the ancestral land that nurtured the tribesmen, that is, the legendary heavenly grassland Tinara.

But when you really get here after all the hardships, the scenery you see can't help but make you feel disappointed from the bottom of your heart.

Look around and see what you see.

A desolation.

There is no water, no vegetation, and nothing that emits vitality.

All that can be seen are the undulating yellow sand, the cracked earth, the pale dead bones, and the curling smoke produced by the high temperature scorching the earth.

rustle!

Footsteps came from behind.

A burly man with a purple-red round face appeared next to Solban.

He was big and strong, wearing a leather jacket, with many bones and jade tied to his dreadlocks, and many decorations engraved with mysterious symbols on his body, which jingled when he walked, like a priest who was proficient in various witchcraft in the story.

"Huh..." Looking at everything in front of him, Solban let out a long breath.

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

“Perhaps this place was once a true paradise, but after thousands of years, coupled with the erosion of the power of Changshengtian, it has changed. Now it seems that it is not very suitable for living.” The priest’s name is Beilegutai, and he is both a teacher and a friend to Solban.

His rough purple face also showed fatigue, but his words were more carefree.

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

"what do you mean……"

"Don't think too much. As long as you do it, you will definitely gain something." Beilegutai laughed and patted Solban's shoulder heavily.

"If only the world were really like this." Solban reached out to take the animal skin water bag handed to him by Belegutai, tilted his head back and gulped down the water.

His eyes suddenly lit up, "Wine!"

A cunning light flashed in Beilegutai's eyes, and he made a gesture to him to keep quiet.

"Khan!" A middle-aged man wearing iron armor and a scimitar on his waist trotted up to the two men.

This man's name was Lin Xia, and he was a Qiexue guard under Solban.

He looked at the water bag in Solban's hand with some suspicion, and then said in a deep voice, "We have made a new discovery here."

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

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

Solban and the priest looked at each other.

……

Under the leadership of Lin Xia.

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

The city was unexpectedly magnificent; the city walls alone were hundreds of meters high.

From a distance, it looks like a giant beast lying 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. They are built with huge stones and are solid and sturdy, looking like a military fortress.

Moreover, the architectural style and writing inside... Solban, who grew up in a temple, is definitely a learned man. But he has never seen similar buildings, and there is no relevant record in books. The whole city seems to have been deliberately erased by some force and hidden in the long years.

The group strolled along the wide streets inside the city.

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

Solban crossed his arms over his chest and asked with interest, "Can you read the words on it? Beilegutai, you never told me that you have this ability."

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

"Then can you read them?" Solban's eyes suddenly lit up. If he could understand these words, perhaps he could figure out the origin of this city and the reasons for its destruction.

"My Lord, I will do my best." Belgutai touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "I see, these two words seem to mean... Devil's offspring?"

(End of this chapter)