The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 134 Heavenly Profound Blood Wolf Formation

Yan Qiuling seemed to have suddenly made up her mind, and said softly, "Han Qing, I am a member of the demon race, and I do not follow the complicated etiquette of your human race. I only seek to do things according to my heart. I ask you, are you willing to accompany me for life, and never abandon me in life or death?"

Han Qing was not surprised. In fact, after spending this journey together, he was not stupid and had already vaguely sensed an unusual atmosphere between them.

This journey deep into the ice field will undoubtedly be extremely dangerous.

Yan Qiuling was an extraordinary demon, lacking the coyness of human women. At this moment, she took the initiative to express her feelings, clearly indicating that she was also uncertain about this battle.

Han Qing did not hesitate and said softly, "Since becoming a half-saint, I have transcended life and death. One day I will surely become a saint. Why should I care about those formalities? Miss Yan is free and straightforward. I am not a coy person either. I am willing to accompany you for life and never abandon you in life or death."

A gentle light flashed in Yan Qiuling's eyes as Han Qing stepped forward and took her hand.

"Let's go, I want to see what these heroes of the world are all capable of!"

"go!"

The two immediately took flight and sped towards the depths of the icy plains.

The wind howled, Han Qing gazed into the distance, and Yan Qiuling beside him had her long hair flowing and a faint fragrance emanating from her body.

The blood of a Martial Saint is extremely pure, without the slightest impurity, and naturally exudes a fragrant aroma.

The two became Daoist partners without any witnesses or any grand ceremony, but they didn't need such superficial things either.

Saints follow their hearts and are not bound by worldly etiquette. Moreover, Yan Qiuling is a demon, so she would care even less about such things.

...

Several days later, the two flew and stopped intermittently. The ice field was vast, and although they flew swiftly for several days, they still had not reached the Demon Capital.

However, as Han Qing ventured deeper, he discovered that many villages along the way had been reduced to ashes, and the villagers had been slaughtered. Some of the corpses were completely twisted, suggesting that they had suffered some terrible ordeal before their deaths.

Seeing this scene, Yan Qiuling's murderous intent intensified, and a surge of anger welled up in her heart.

Han Qing was also deeply moved. In this era, ordinary people were truly like ants in front of powerful martial artists and cultivators of the spirit realm, and could be reduced to ashes with a wave of their hand.

To control your own destiny, you must constantly become stronger.

The two were quite tired halfway through their journey, so they landed in a demon village along the way and decided to rest for an hour before continuing their journey.

This village has not yet been ravaged by war, but many houses in the village are empty, as the villagers have long since fled. Therefore, the two easily found an empty courtyard.

Han Qing lit a bonfire, then killed a snow bear nearby, cut its flesh into pieces, skewered them on wooden sticks, and placed them above the bonfire to slowly roast them. Before long, a rich aroma wafted out.

Yan Qiuling sat by the campfire, her pupils reflecting the flickering flames, her face cold and frosty.

What she saw and heard along the way left her feeling very heavy-hearted.

Han Qing didn't disturb her. He turned the fire around and listened attentively to the sounds coming from all directions.

The two have now arrived at the core of the ice field, where countless powerful figures roam, and a battle could break out at any moment.

Before long, the roasted meat was cooked through. Han Qing cut off a piece with a knife, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and handed it to Yan Qiuling.

Yan Qiuling bit off a small piece of meat and chewed it slowly.

Han Qing, on the other hand, ate with much more hearty abandon, cutting off chunks of meat with a knife and putting them into his mouth, chewing them in large mouthfuls.

Even a martial saint needs to eat. If he doesn't eat for a long time, his vital energy will gradually deplete, leading to weakness or even death.

However, the Martial Saint has a powerful physique and can control his appetite and food intake at will. He can easily eat a whole cow in one meal and then go without food for ten days or half a month.

Before long, the two had devoured the entire snow bear.

Yan Qiuling's mood improved somewhat, and the frost on her face softened a little. She said softly, "Han Qing, I will pass on another secret technique to you, called the True Technique of Controlling Fire with the Sun. It is a unique Taoist magic of mine. It can control one's thoughts to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, and condense the true fire of the sun to burn enemies. It is extremely powerful!"

"it is good!"

Han Qing nodded.

After they became Daoist partners, their relationship grew even closer.

In the past few days, while traveling, the two have been exchanging martial arts techniques and have both benefited greatly.

Yan Qiuling gently waved her hand, and strands of magical thought merged into Han Qing's brow. Immediately, a large number of words appeared in Han Qing's mind, all of which were detailed and essential about this spell.

Han Qing closed his eyes slightly, pondered carefully, and calmly digested the information.

Before long, the spell was entered into the input panel, and he had completely memorized the entire content of the spell.

However, this spell is extremely complex, and it is simply impossible to comprehend it quickly in a short period of time.

"Taoist practitioners who cultivate their spirit can control flames, but their power is not as great as the True Fire of the Sun." Yan Qiuling said, extending her palm. In her palm, a ball of orange-red flame was dancing, radiating a scorching heat.

The flames suddenly changed, emitting a dazzling pale gold color, and the temperature of the flames rose rapidly. A wave of heat swept over, making Han Qing's face feel slightly prickly.

Then, the flames dissipated, and Yan Qiuling said softly, "The second flame is the True Fire of the Sun. It is extremely powerful, but it is very difficult to learn. Even Taoist practitioners of the Divine Refining School would find it difficult to master."

Han Qing nodded slightly. Taoist practitioners who cultivate their spirit find it easier to learn Taoist spells, and with the same level of understanding, the spells they cast are also more powerful.

However, Han Qing did not have such a problem. He could use the Seven Killings Stele to perfect this spell without having to consider the difficulty.

Just then, a murderous aura suddenly burst forth from Yan Qiuling, and she abruptly stood up, her eyes fixed on the distance.

Han Qing, with his keen senses, also noticed the sound of horses' hooves and shouts drifting on the wind from the east of the village.

"somebody is coming!"

“They are warriors from Tianlang Fortress!” Yan Qiuling said coldly.

There are many snow wolves in this area, all of whom are her spies. If an enemy approaches, they will be detected immediately.

"Let's go take a look!" Yan Qiuling took flight and sped eastward.

Han Qing followed closely behind.

...

Da da da!
A dozen or so fast horses were galloping at breakneck speed, and the ground was trembling slightly.

Immediately, a dozen or so men appeared, each clad in black armor, carrying longbows on their backs and curved swords at their waists.

Although they were men, each of them had long hair that was casually draped over their heads, giving them a wild look.

This is a hairstyle unique to warriors of the Western Barbarian lands.

"Boss, there's a village ahead."

The leader had a face full of scars and exuded a fierce aura.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and uttered a single word.

"Kill the old, weak, sick, and disabled! Leave only thirty strong men to take back and report to Commander Tu!"

"Yes!"

Sonorous!

The dozen or so men drew their gleaming scimitars, spurred their horses on with their legs, and galloped rapidly toward the village.

Whoosh whoosh!
With the sound of a bowstring being plucked, dozens of arrows flew forward, and some villagers who came to watch after hearing the commotion were immediately shot dead.

Although the demon race is generally stronger than the human race, there are still strong and weak among them.

These ordinary villagers are only slightly stronger than ordinary humans, and some are even weaker than humans.

These dozen or so Yunmeng warriors were all extremely powerful, and the bowstrings in their hands were as thick as a person's thumb, indicating that they were very strong.

Screams erupted one after another, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of corpses appeared at the village entrance. The stench of blood, carried by the cold wind, drifted far away.

Just then, starlight suddenly flashed above the heads of the dozen or so people, and eighteen flying swords appeared out of thin air, suddenly piercing down towards their foreheads.

Because the flying sword appeared so suddenly and flew so fast, no one could dodge it.

Whoosh whoosh!
In an instant, the foreheads of these dozen or so people were pierced, they fell off their horses, and died instantly.

Only the leader unleashed his power immediately to protect his entire body, preventing the Star Sword from piercing his brow at the first moment.

He immediately drew his sword, its blade gleaming with a deep purple light. With a sudden slash, he knocked the Starry Sky Flying Sword to the ground. Then, he dismounted, rolled repeatedly, and dodged the subsequent attacks from other flying swords.

"who is it?"

After rolling several times, the scarred warrior leaped to the ground, his eyes fixed on the sky.

Han Qing and Yan Qiuling descended from the sky, with Yan Qiuling holding the Starry Sky Greatsword.

The scarred warrior's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

Seeing her in red robes and with her stunningly beautiful face, he knew that he had encountered Yan Qiuling, the enchantress from the North, and that his fate was sealed.

Yan Qiuling was too lazy to waste words and brandished her sword, ready to control the sub-sword to kill the man.

However, Han Qing stopped him.

"Qiu Ling, leave this person to me!"

A hint of doubt flashed in Yan Qiuling's eyes. Although the scarred man was a martial arts grandmaster, with the strength of the two of them, they could kill him with a flick of their wrists. What difference would it make who made the move?
However, she did not force herself to do things her way, nor did she ask Han Qing for the reason. Instead, she put away the Mother-Child Star Sword.

"You come!"

A glint of light flashed in the scarred man's eyes. He felt that if Yan Qiuling were to take action herself, he would surely be doomed.

But it was Han Qing who made the move, believing he had a chance to escape his predicament.

In his eyes, Han Qing was young and had no characteristics of the demon race. He was probably a human. Even if he was strong, he couldn't be that strong.

Han Qing landed and drew his sword. Suddenly, the scarred man's body surged with murderous aura, which instantly condensed into a malevolent domain. Rolling black energy rushed forward and suddenly swallowed him up.

This was the first time Han Qing had fallen into someone else's evil domain.

All he could feel was the floating black mist around him, suppressing all five senses. One after another, ghostly soldiers emerged from it, and wisps of malevolent energy invaded his body, making him feel cold and hard all over, as if he could turn into a living dead at any moment.

"So this is what it feels like to fall into the evil realm. It is indeed extremely uncomfortable," Han Qingxin said.

However, he was a martial saint with abundant blood and qi. These baleful energies would immediately dissipate after invading him, and the coldness and hardness all over his body would gradually fade away.

He suddenly slashed forward with his sword, his body surging with blood energy, his blood flowing like a great river, making a rushing sound.

"break!"

With a single slash, a solid martial arts essence surged forth from the blade, impacting all around.

In an instant, the entire evil domain and the numerous Yin soldiers vanished without a trace.

The scarred-faced martial artist also revealed his true form. He stood to Han Qing's left, holding a sword, enveloped in the true essence of martial arts, his face filled with horror.

"Martial Saint?"

Han Qing's gaze was drawn to a creature on the other side with pale purple skin, resembling a bronze corpse, but in the form of a child.

"This is using evil magic to refine a child's corpse into a puppet, which serves as his external avatar. You deserve to die!"

Han Qing is now quite knowledgeable, partly due to his extensive reading and partly due to his daily conversations with Yan Qiuling, which have greatly broadened his horizons.

This method of refining child corpses has disappeared in the Great Yu Dynasty. It is an evil method left over from ancient times, and now only the Western Mang Dynasty retains it.

The Western Barbarian lands were in constant chaos and turmoil, devoid of benevolence and righteousness, and only advocating strength, providing fertile ground for various cults to thrive.

The scarred-faced martial artist was initially horrified, but a fierce glint quickly appeared in his eyes.

"kill!"

Before he could utter the word "kill," Han Qing had already moved, his blade flashing out.

He had no way to dodge. He felt as if there were countless sword shadows in front of him, his body was completely enveloped, and he was directly strangled and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The child's corpse next to him also suddenly lost consciousness and fell forward to the ground, without even having a chance to make a move.

Han Qing sheathed his sword, pondered it carefully, and murmured, "His swordsmanship is indeed much sharper than before. This Heavenly Thunder Sacrifice Bell is priceless!"

With a stronger physique, one's swordsmanship will naturally become more formidable.

Yan Qiuling landed gracefully, and with a wave of her hand, a ball of flame appeared out of thin air, instantly engulfing the child's corpse on the ground and burning it to ashes.

Han Qing summoned the Seven Killings Stele and suddenly absorbed the soul light point, with numerous images appearing in his mind.

He took the initiative to kill this person, partly to accelerate his cultivation level and partly to gather more intelligence.

Currently, countless forces are active across the entire ice plains, with undercurrents surging and complex power dynamics at play, making intelligence crucial.

Before long, the image disappeared, and Han Qing had obtained a lot of crucial information.

"Let's go, let's head to the Demon Capital as soon as possible!" Yan Qiuling was about to fly north.

Han Qing said in a deep voice, "Qiu Ling, there is a Yunmeng army nearby, and its commander is Tu Jingang. The villages that were slaughtered and burned to ashes were the work of his soldiers."

A cold glint flashed in Yan Qiuling's eyes. She didn't know where Han Qing got the information from, but Han Qing had demonstrated this ability many times along the way, so she was used to it.

She guessed it must be some kind of magic that could peer into the memories of the dead.

This kind of magic appeared in ancient times, but it has been lost. Perhaps Han Qing had a strange encounter and obtained an ancient inheritance from some place, which included this kind of magic.

"Tu Jingang previously led his men to injure me, and now he's sending them to slaughter me indiscriminately. With your help, I'm no longer afraid of being besieged by them. It's a good time to settle both old and new scores! Where are you?"

"go!"

Han Qing waved his hand, and a gust of wind swept the two of them up into the sky, flying rapidly westward.

He learned from Scarface's memories that in a valley to the west, the Western Mang army had already set up camp, numbering over ten thousand, with Tu Jingang as their commander, and many top experts from the Western Mang royal family and Tianlang Fortress among them.

This large army was also the main force sent by the Western Barbarians into the icy plains to compete for the demon clan's treasure and the Boundless Monument.

As the two soared forward, Han Qing quickly relayed the information to Yan Qiuling.

After hearing Han Qing's words, Yan Qiuling's expression also became much more serious.

Although they now have Han Qing's assistance, if this army is the main force of the Western Barbarians, the two of them will still be at risk of death if they are trapped by many experts.

"We'll act according to the situation. If things don't go well, we'll head straight for the Demon Capital!" Yan Qiuling pondered. "Alright!" Han Qing agreed.

Before long, the two arrived at a valley and, sure enough, saw a camp in the valley.

In this era, because individual strength can grow to an extraordinary level, building a camp is not difficult and can be done very quickly.

The two landed on a hilltop and saw a group of soldiers going in and out of the valley entrance ahead, carrying many prisoners.

These prisoners were all villagers from the surrounding area, bound with ropes, and could be beheaded if they were not careful.

The two men arrived and observed for less than fifteen minutes, during which time no fewer than ten villagers had been killed.

Seeing this, Han Qing didn't have any particular thoughts.

He is human, not a demon, and therefore cannot empathize with demons.

Secondly, he understood that war is inherently cruel, and that ordinary people are like ants in the flames of war, their deaths causing no ripples.

However, Yan Qiuling, standing to the side, could not suppress the killing intent in her heart.

She has always been regarded as the guardian deity of the icy plains and is deeply loved by the people of the demon race. Indeed, she has devoted herself to protecting every member of the demon race.

"Han Qing, follow me and charge in!" Yan Qiuling suddenly said. Without waiting for Han Qing's instructions, she took the lead and flew up, charging towards the camp gate.

Han Qing had planned to find an opportunity to secretly assassinate a few leaders, gather more intelligence, and understand the internal situation of the entire camp before taking action, but he did not expect Yan Qiuling to act so recklessly.

"Tu Jingang, come out and face your death!"

Han Qing suddenly heard a loud shout. Yan Qiuling had no intention of launching a sneak attack and directly notified the entire camp.

Han Qing shook his head helplessly. He strongly disapproved of this approach from the bottom of his heart; it was too unwise.

However, Yan Qiuling is just that kind of person; she is impatient and hasty in her actions, as can be seen from her previous initiative to reveal her feelings.

While Han Qing was pondering, Yan Qiuling had already begun a massacre at the valley entrance.

The giant sword was wielded, and eighteen smaller swords flew up and down, piercing the skulls of many Western Mang warriors, who died instantly.

In just a few breaths, there were already more than fifty corpses of Western Mang warriors at the valley entrance, and the remaining warriors scattered and fled.

Undeterred, Yan Qiuling charged headlong into the depths of the valley.

Crimson clouds rolled across the sky, and clusters of flames descended from the heavens, causing a series of explosions in the valley.

Han Qing could only hear dust rising from the valley and screams echoing everywhere; it was already in chaos.

Although only Yan Qiuling was making a move, the barrage of spells caused extremely exaggerated damage.

"Be bold!"

Several earth-shattering roars suddenly echoed within the valley. Han Qing did not rush to make a move, but calmly observed the situation.

He first saw four figures rushing towards him from all directions, each exuding a surging aura, and behind these four were a large number of elite soldiers.

"Tu Jingang, get out here!" Yan Qiuling shouted again, her voice echoing throughout the valley, but no one responded.

"Yan Qiuling, you really are a vixen! With your strength, why would my commander need to take action and activate the formation!"

One of the four men let out a loud shout, and instantly, a blood-red column of energy shot into the sky from the center of the camp, clearly visible even in the darkness.

Then, the blood energy continued to change above the camp, eventually transforming into a terrifying colossus, half-illusory and half-real, tens or even hundreds of feet tall, with a human body and a wolf-like beast, wearing blood armor and carrying two swords, bearing a distinct Western Mang style.

Han Qing didn't know how the blood wolf was formed, but he could sense that the blood wolf's combat power was extremely terrifying. It seemed to have condensed the power of tens of thousands of soldiers and was faintly integrated with the Western Mang army.

The next instant, the giant blood wolf roared to the sky and pounced directly at Yan Qiuling.

Yan Qiuling frowned, her magical thoughts converged, and a giant fiery statue suddenly appeared in front of her, colliding fiercely with the blood wolf.

As a result, a shocking scene unfolded: the fiery colossus suddenly collapsed.

Yan Qiuling groaned. Even though her magical power was abundant, the sudden loss of a large amount of magical power would cause her to suffer a backlash.

For a moment, her five senses became blurred, and her aura became extremely unstable.

"Han Qing, run!"

Yan Qiuling sent a telepathic message and, without hesitation, turned and flew away into the distance.

Han Qing did not appear from beginning to end. This battle came quickly and ended quickly, and he did not have time to make a move.

Before long, the two left the valley and landed in a nearby pine forest.

With a thought, Yan Qiuling conjured a ball of flame that scorched a dry and cool clearing in the pine forest.

She sat cross-legged on the open ground, closed her eyes slightly, and slowly adjusted her state.

Han Qing was guarding him from the side. His five senses were very sharp, and soon he heard footsteps coming from the direction of the valley.

"Ouyang Ke, are you sure that demoness fell into this dense forest?"

"There's no mistake, this demoness has been hit by my Blood Soul Tracking Talisman. Within two hours, no matter where she escapes, I will know her location."

"This demoness's statue was destroyed by the Heavenly Profound Blood Wolf, and a large amount of her magical power was depleted. She is currently at her weakest. If we act immediately and do not give her time to recover, we can destroy this demoness in one fell swoop. That would be an unparalleled feat, not only making us famous throughout the world, but also earning us a huge reward from the royal court!"

"Give it a try!"

...

Han Qing listened intently. With his keen senses, he quickly identified that there were three pursuers, and their target was clear: they were rapidly approaching Yan Qiuling's location.

"Someone is chasing us!" Yan Qiuling opened her eyes, her face still somewhat pale, clearly not fully recovered.

"Qiu Ling, you continue to heal your wounds here. I'll take care of the pursuers."

As Han Qing spoke, he drew his sword and disappeared into the dense forest.

Yan Qiuling was extremely confident in Han Qing's current strength. Even if Tu Jingang came personally, he felt that Han Qing would not be in any danger even if he couldn't win.

She closed her eyes slightly and continued to heal her wounds in the dense forest.

...

"stop!"

"Someone!"

In the dense forest, the three of them were using their lightness skills to run forward at top speed.

Leading the way was a burly man from the Western Barbarians carrying a spiked club on his shoulder. Suddenly, he waved his hand, leaped from the treetop, and landed, his eyes fixed on the front.

The two people behind him also landed at the same time, squinting and staring at Han Qing who had suddenly appeared with wary expressions.

"Step aside!"

The burly man sensed a faint killing intent emanating from ahead and knew that the newcomer meant no harm.

His first glance revealed that Han Qing was very young, and a strong sense of crisis immediately rose in his heart.

In the eyes of the outside world, youth often means weakness.

But in this place, someone so young who dares to act alone is either a fool or an unparalleled genius from a powerful force.

Therefore, the big man did not make a move immediately, but instead tried to test the waters with words.

Han Qing did not respond. He glanced at them and already understood their strength: Grandmasters of Martial Arts, their Dharma Sense realm was unknown, but it probably wasn't too high.

On this icy plain, martial arts grandmasters are extremely common.

Outside, a Grandmaster can command the wind and rain, and swagger around in a certain city, but here, a Grandmaster is simply not worthy of being mentioned.

Han Qing suddenly made his move. In an instant, his figure disappeared from the spot, bringing with it a gust of wind, and then turned into a series of afterimages, rushing straight towards the three people.

"not good!"

The big man's expression changed drastically. The moment Han Qing moved, his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't catch Han Qing's movement trajectory at all.

It's going too fast; you can't even see it clearly, so how can you possibly defend against it?
All three were experienced and turned to run.

But Han Qing's blade was already close when suddenly a dazzling blade light appeared, transforming into countless blade shadows that intertwined into a large net, enveloping the three of them.

At the same moment, a vast martial arts intent enveloped the three of them, causing their minds to tremble and their thoughts to become quite slow.

"Martial Saint!"

The big man cried out, then everything went black and he lost consciousness completely.

With a single slash, all three were torn to pieces.

With such a huge difference in strength, the three of them had no chance to fight back, not even a single opportunity to make a move.

Han Qing sheathed his sword and scanned the three corpses with his magical senses, finding nothing of value.

He didn't stay where he was. He suddenly leaped up and flew at high speed towards Yan Qiuling's location.

During the flight, the Seven Killings Stele appeared in his mind, and he successively absorbed the three soul light points.

With the third-tier Seven Killings Stele, coupled with his extremely high level of martial arts and magic, his speed of absorbing and transforming martial arts is now more than ten or a hundred times faster than before.

When Han Qing returned to Yan Qiuling's side, he had already absorbed the three soul light points and transferred all the proficiency of the nine martial arts techniques to the Heavenly Profound Technique, increasing his proficiency by 1%.

However, Han Qing obtained a lot of information from the memories of these three people.

When Yan Qiuling saw Han Qing return, she slightly opened her eyes and stood up from the ground.

Her face was no longer pale, and her breathing was no longer uneven; she had recovered to about 70-80%.

The power of a semi-saint's magical energy is extremely profound, so even if the statue is destroyed, it can recover quickly.

"I have already killed the pursuers. The commander of that army was indeed Tu Jingang, but the real leader was the Western Mang royal family, Prince Yuan, Temu Yuanzhen. Accompanying him were Ouyang Tong, the head of the Western Mang Tiantong Hall, Nalan Qian, the head of the Tianji Hall, and Yue Bairu, the Holy Maiden of the Zongheng Dao Palace."

"Now all these people have gone deep into Tiantongyuan to hunt down Zhou Xiaoru." Han Qing quickly recounted all the information he had gathered.

“Tian Tong Yuan? I know where it is. There’s an ancient, dangerous place to the north of Tian Tong Yuan, which is perfect for hiding. My father must be there too,” Yan Qiuling pondered.

"There are no experts in the valley right now. If you want revenge, the two of us can join forces and wait for an opportunity to break up this army," Han Qing added.

He knew that Yan Qiuling was the type of person who wouldn't let things go even if she suffered a loss.

Yan Qiuling frowned slightly: "No need! Although there are no experts in the army, we have the Heavenly Profound Blood Wolf Diagram. This is an unparalleled treasure of the Zongheng Dao Palace. It requires the combined efforts of thirty-six military strategists to activate it. It can summon the Heavenly Profound Blood Wolf, and its combat power is extremely terrifying. You saw it just now. It destroyed my statue with just one strike."

With these blood wolves protecting me, even if I manage to get revenge, it will take me a lot of time.

The most urgent task is to get to Tiantongyuan as soon as possible.

"Alright, let's go now!"

Han Qing didn't really care. As long as he could hunt down powerful individuals, he didn't care where he went.

Zhou Xiaoru went to Tiantongyuan, and it was expected that a large number of experts would gather there. He also wanted to see how strong these experts were and whether he would have the opportunity to hunt down a few and obtain their soul points.

Moreover, he also considered vying for the ancient treasure, the Boundless Stele.

In a chaotic situation, as long as you can get in, there is a chance.

"go!"

The two then took to the air and flew rapidly towards Tiantong Plain.

While in mid-air, Yan Qiuling reached out and touched Han Qing's brow. A surge of magical energy entered, and a large amount of information immediately appeared in Han Qing's mind, including a detailed map of the ice plains.

Han Qing closed his eyes slightly and quickly digested and absorbed this memory.

This map is extremely detailed, more comprehensive than the maps Han Qing obtained from the Qian family and Cao Zhen. It includes every detail of the entire ice plain, including Tiantong Plain.

Han Qing saw that Tian Tong Yuan was a vast ice plain located west of the Demon Capital, and in the northern part of Tian Tong Yuan, there was a marked ancient and dangerous place, which was the destination of the two of them.

...

On Tiantong Plain.

This is an extremely cold place, with very low temperatures and utterly desolate.

Even among the demon race, only a very small number of powerful individuals can adapt to such an extremely cold environment. Therefore, as far as the eye can see, there is not a trace of greenery, nor can a single village be seen. There are only ice fields and barren hills.

"Ahead lies the ancient perilous land within the Tian Tong Plain!"

Several figures descended from the sky and landed on an iceberg. Gazing into the distance, they could see black mist rolling across a plain ahead, with tall buildings appearing and disappearing within the mist.

"Since it is an ancient and dangerous place, it must be extremely dangerous inside. However, with the few of us joining forces, where in this world can't we go? There is no need to be afraid."

The speaker was tall and strong, with a loud voice.

He was dressed in a wide black robe and carried a thick, long staff with intricate golden patterns that were faintly visible, making him extremely mysterious.

Its appearance is also very distinctive, with golden hair growing from top to bottom, resembling an ape.

This man was Tu Jingang, the great general of the Western Barbarians. Due to his unusual appearance, he was known as the Golden Ape King and was ranked among the top ten masters in the world.

"I am also very curious about what makes this ancient ominous place so ominous. I have heard of it before, but I have never had the chance to go in and explore it!" A figure flashed out from behind Tu Jingang. It was an old man wearing a gray robe with deep eyes. His face was long and narrow with a single eyebrow, giving him a sinister feeling.

This person is Ouyang Tong, the head of the Tian Tong Hall of Tianlang Fortress.

He held a scroll in his hands, in which a river of blood flowed, and there were villages and people moving about, just like a real world.

This map is one of the seven treasures of the Zongheng Dao Palace, named the Blood Condensation Luohe Map, which eventually fell into the hands of Ouyang Tong.

Standing next to Ouyang Tong was a beautiful woman. Although she looked older than her age, she had smooth skin, full hips, and exuded a mature aura.

He held a long sword in his hand, but the sword's body sometimes became ethereal and sometimes solid, appearing and disappearing, making it difficult to grasp.

This woman was Nalan Qian, the head of the Heavenly Mystery Hall of Western Mang. The long sword in her hand was called the Heavenly Mystery Sword, and she was a practitioner of the Yin-Yang Dao.

This Heavenly Mystery Sword is also one of the most famous treasures of the Yin-Yang Dao, specifically designed to kill the soul.

Standing beside the beautiful woman was Yue Bairu, the Holy Maiden of the Zongheng Dao Palace, who was still wearing a traditional Chinese ink painting cheongsam, exuding a fresh and elegant aura.

(End of this chapter)