Chapter 182 181. Be the "King"
A pale tiger that bathed in blood on the battlefield and tore apart the barriers of its own realm.
This is what most of the white creatures knew after that war.
That day, thousands of ghosts were howling deep in the mountains.
Thousands of people who died on the battlefield lost their souls and were enslaved by this creature forever. Since they plan to invade and die here, when their corpses return to dust, their souls will not be able to escape. This is the source of all the ghosts and battlefields in the imperial realm.
Green flame.
The Demon King of the Extreme Palace Realm can occupy an ancient mountain range in this world and be classified as a "king". But this one didn't seem to think so. She was still wandering, eager to fight. Find those enemies, tear them into pieces, seal their souls in your hands, and then mark the battlefield with evil.
In fact, during that war, there were creatures in Changbai Mountain who understood her.
It was clearly a creature that had mastered the power of thunder, and actually chose such a path when forging its own imperial realm. Ghosts and battlefields are all evil, and Thunder Brilliant is extremely repellent to such a nature.
She mastered it surprisingly well.
The two reached a perfect balance in her hands.
She knew that the Lord of Changbai went to Daxinganling, and she also knew that he went south to destroy a country.
And as she was preparing to embark on her next journey, a sense of voyeurism emerged.
Something is coveting Changbai Mountain.
She had experienced such a thing once, and it was an unforgettable experience. On that occasion, she left her home. How embarrassing it was back then... She was craving for a fight, and now the prey came to her door.
The wandering tiger smells blood.
She pursued those things, so she left Changbai Mountain and walked out of the stretching ancient mountains. .
These filth were buried very deep on the edge of the Changbai Mountains, and their aura was covered up with the help of other things. It's not easy to find, but in more than a month, she met another human with the same purpose.
An Wanxian, the Qinling Sword Master.
Find the place, dig it up, and destroy it.
Boring, violent and simple.
The two emperors in this world work side by side, and many things can be easily solved. Qing Yan hasn't had such a sense of joy for a long time. She is a tiger and has been practicing Taixing alone for nearly ten years. She was born to roar like this in the world.
Those things wandered on the edge, and she followed them like a shadow, accompanied by lightning and thousands of ghosts.
Today won't be the last time.
Qing Yan closed her eyes, and it seemed that from a certain point on, the strange peeping in the dark began to disappear. Today she felt it again, and it had become so insignificant that it almost did not exist.
"Can you still find the direction?" Qing Yan looked at An Wanxian who was sitting sideways on Senhan's sword.
As the demon emperor currently walking in Changbai Mountain, she obeys the orders of the demons she sees, and that ghost-striped leopard serves as a scout in this way. Qingyan didn't know what method An Wanxian used to sense the general direction of where the filth was buried. If she didn't know clearly what things were hidden in these villages, she might not be able to sense them when passing by them.
An Wanxian shook his head.
"Yes, that feeling is starting to disappear. I guess I can't find it." Qing Yan looked at the villagers wrapped in ghosts.
"These are human beings. It's hard for me to manage them. How about leaving them to you?"
"It was okay in the past. Anyway, I am following you to deal with these things." An Wanxian looked at the hundreds of sleeping villagers. "There is one who is still awake, leave it to him. Let the ghost pattern lead the way and wait for them until A place where we can live. We don’t need to worry about them, these people have mastered the laws of this mountain, and it is not difficult for them to survive beautifully.”
"Okay."
Qingyan didn't hesitate, and the two ghosts conveyed the news to the hanging ghost-striped leopard.
"After doing this, a high-quality spiritual grass." Qing Yan added.
A chuckle came to my ears.
"What's wrong?" Qing Yan was stunned. An Wanxian is good at everything, but he is too cold. She was not like Nan Zhu, the majestic red dragon who was as majestic as his father and brother would occasionally get sick. The woman in front of him was so cold that he could hardly smile.
"Nothing."
"Are all of you in Taihang Mountain equally wealthy?" An Wanxian asked.
At first, Dazhiyi said that he liked Taihang very much. Jiaolong spoke nicely and was generous in feeding him spiritual herbs. He liked it very much and would like to go there next time.
Qing Yan thought about how many coins he still had left in his wallet. In fact, there were not many. She didn't understand how An Wanxian could see that she was spending lavishly. I remember that when Nan Zhu was resting in Taihang Mountain, he handed her high-quality spiritual plants all day long. The spiritual energy was even to the point where she was unwilling to smelt and purify it with golden fire. What she has now is what she had left in Taihang, and she is actually very poor.
After all, there is no demon emperor who doesn't sit on an ancient mountain range, and more or less he has to sit on one.
"Also, why don't you tell me it won't work this time?" Qing Yan recalled An Wanxian's words before.
"Because it's over."
"As the Demon King, you may not know much about these burial points, but I have practiced Taoism since I was a child. Although I have no spiritual energy to follow, knowledge is priceless and precious. These burial points correspond to a path. Before I'm not sure, but this is the last point." An Wanxian's eyes were clear, and these points formed lines and pictures in her mind, and she connected them into some kind of hexagram.
"To bury the point is to live, to leave the point and spin up is to die. The door of self-birth turns into the door of death, and the eyes hidden on the other side of the invisible side should appear."
Qing Yan couldn't understand.
She just knew something was coming.
"The people who arranged these points are very proficient in divination and arithmetic. In fact, I have no ability to find and solve these points. Fortunately, this is Changbai, and the edge of Changbai Mountain is also Changbai Mountain. This will not change."
"I didn't expect you to be a fortune teller." Qing Yan smiled.
"My master is a fortune teller, I'm not good at it." An Wanxian shook his head sincerely.
"Then what do you do?"
"I'm taking my life."
"I have a hunch that we don't need to intervene in the rest of the matter." An Wanxian said suddenly, looking towards the south.
Qing Yan followed her gaze and looked over at the endless mountains and thick winter snow. The sky is blue and the earth is covered with silver. But she knew what An Wanxian was looking at. That direction was the main peak of this ancient mountain range and the location of Tianchi.
"Remember the Lord of Changbai who returned a few days ago? The Changbai spirits watched him sleep, and when he wakes up, all the filth in this land will be burned away by the flames."
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A baby-like head squirmed in the shadows of the dense jungle.
Pale and strange, his eyes were filled with indescribable terrifying emotions.
It stretched out centipede-like arms from the place where its head was broken, crawling on the ground, and the white floc-like substance was soaking everything along the way.
But suddenly, the wind in the forest stopped.
A golden sword was pressed against its forehead.
With the blooming sunlight, the entire head turned into nothingness, and the golden flames burned along the path it crawled, burning away all traces of it.
"Aren't you going to meet that little tiger?" someone asked, his words a bit hesitant. "How many days have you been following them?"
"That's not necessary." Another voice replied, and the light disappeared in his hands.
"She has been alone in Taihang for nearly ten years. She was born to roar in the world. If there were no dragons, she would be the tiger of Taihang. Now, she has got a lot of what she wants, and these have nothing to do with the dragon. I I can see her growth and satisfaction.”
"Let's go." The golden pupils closed and returned to darkness like clear water.
"Just leave the rest to us. These are some of your old stories and my revenge for helping my friends."
Third update, good night everyone~
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