Outside Xuanyuan City, Lin Huang and Yan Zangfeng walked side by side.
When Yan Zangfeng mentioned Yin Yang Valley, his expression was a bit sharp, and there was a trace of decisive murderous intent in his eyes that had experienced the world.
"What exactly is the evil king in the Yin-Yang Valley?"
Lin Huang opened his mouth and said that Lin Huang had asked this question when he first met Yan Zangfeng. However, he did not receive a clear response at that time.
"The Evil King, also known as the Sky Crow!"
Yan Zangfeng said, "The Sky Crow is not an ordinary monster. It came from outside the territory more than three thousand years ago. It is said that he possesses the power of immortality. He has been killed dozens of times, but he still has not died.
Can suppress it continuously!"
"Immortality outside the realm?"
Lin Huang's brows suddenly condensed, and he couldn't help but feel a little frightened.
Yan Zangfeng nodded, "The evil king's greatest power is to capture souls, which can separate endless blood crows. Once an ordinary warrior is captured by souls, he will turn into a puppet and become a walking corpse!"
"Even if a warrior above the Tianyuan realm can cut off the power of absorbing souls, the blood crow can enter the body. Once the blood crow enters the body, there are only two results!"
Yan Zangfeng sighed, "One is to completely surrender to the power of the blood crow and become a puppet. The other is to be sucked out of the blood by the blood crow and eventually die!"
"The power of the Blood Crow cannot be competed by even a strong man in the Wuhou realm!"
Lin Huang's expression became solemn. When he went to the Blood Triangle from the Great Xia Dynasty, he met Jia Wanjin, who had been penetrated by the blood crow. He was a majestic Wuhou, but his appearance was withered and his vitality was withered.
"The reason why the Blood Spirit Palace exists is that someone has obtained part of the evil king's power, trying to completely unseal the evil king and enslave all the warriors in the Eastern Spirit Realm!"
Yan Zangfeng continued: "And in the Eastern Spirit Realm, the more warriors controlled by the evil king, the stronger the evil king becomes. Every warrior controlled is like the nutrients of the earth, constantly nourishing the evil king!"
"So, the birth of the evil king will definitely be a disaster for the Eastern Spiritual Realm. If it cannot be sealed, one day it will become an unstoppable existence and turn all the warriors in the Eastern Spiritual Realm into its slaves!"
"Now, there is only one last step left to seal the Evil King's imprisonment, and the Evil King can be sealed for up to one year. If you want to get that relic, the date when the Evil King breaks the seal will be brought forward again!"
Yan Zangfeng said calmly.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, naturally he was extremely eager for the third Buddha relic, but if the evil king breaks the seal early, when disaster strikes, he will definitely become a sinner in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Seeing Lin Huang thoughtfully, Yan Zangfeng smiled and said, "Master said when he left that one day the Eight Paths of Internment will be completely broken, and the birth of evil spirits is inevitable. We only need to consider how to
Just seal the evil king!"
"How to seal the evil king?"
Lin Huang asked.
Yan Zangfeng shook his head, "Thousands of years ago, Xuanyuan was sealing the Yin-Yang Valley with great means, and left behind the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers. More than two hundred years ago, Xuanyuan Wuxiang used the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers to control the Yin-Yang Valley again, although he had already
Death, but there may be a sealing strategy in the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers!"
"With Master's methods, it shouldn't be difficult to seal Yin Yang Valley!"
Lin Huang suddenly said.
Based on Lin Huang's understanding of Xiao Yishan, Xiao Yishan must have a holy realm. If he wanted to seal the evil king, he would naturally be able to capture him, but why did he let him go without doing anything?
"There are thousands of evil demons in the world. How can I, Xiao Yishan, travel across the nine heavens and ten lands and seal countless evil demons? I can seal it once, or even kill it completely, but I am not a saint and cannot protect the warriors in this world.
The world will not be peaceful because of me, Xiao Yishan. The so-called disaster is accompanied by rebirth and the baptism of blood. In the turbulent times, the only way is to save yourself!"
Yan Zangfeng said calmly, "These are Master's exact words!"
Lin Huang nodded silently, understanding what Xiao Yishan was thinking.
In Xuanyuan City, the two of them walked side by side, passing through the streets and alleys, and gradually headed towards Xuanyuan Mansion.
"On the day the Evil King is born, it may be time for the older generation to call time. At that time, I only hope that you will carry this banner and guard the Yin Yang Valley!"
Yan Zangfeng suddenly said.
Lin Huang looked slightly startled, but then slowly shook his head and said: "I will not stay in the Eastern Spirit Realm. Maybe I will leave when the matter in Yin Yang Valley is over!"
"Of course I understand this!"
Yan Zangfeng nodded, "How can you shrink into a corner of Dongling when people in the Yang world massacred Xiao Yishan's disciples? Naturally, there is a wider world for you to fly!"
"But you were born in the Eastern Spirit Realm after all. If one day another disaster breaks out in the Eastern Spirit Realm, I hope you won't forget that this is also your hometown!"
Lin Huang smiled and nodded, looking at Yan Zangfeng's silent face, but his heart felt a little sour. Now that the evil king has not broken the seal, Yan Zangfeng has already begun to think about what happened after his death.
I'm afraid that the evil king in the Yin-Yang Valley made Yan Zangfeng feel quite frightened.
While the two were talking, they walked to Xuanyuan Mansion.
Yan Zangfeng suddenly stopped in his steps and looked up at the majestic ancient mansion in front of him, with a look of nostalgia on his face, "When I was young, I admired Xuanyuan Mansion very much. This mansion has stood for thousands of years, and there are many talented people.
They are qualified to leave the Eastern Spirit Realm. But they chose to stay and guard this place forever."
"Qianqiu Xuanyuan Mansion, like the rock in the wind and rain, has turned the tide countless times and saved the Dongling Realm. However, I never expected that now it is a single branch of the Nine Meridians, and only one person, Xuanyuan Tibing, has become the one who supports the Dongling Realm.
Giant pillar!"
Outside Xuanyuan Mansion, Yan Zangfeng looked solemn. Even though he was a martial arts legend seventy years ago, he still maintained high respect for Xuanyuan Mansion.
"After more than seventy years, I have the opportunity to step into Xuanyuan Mansion. It has fulfilled a dream I had in my youth!"
Yan Zangfeng said with a flat smile, then straightened out his gray hair, straightened his clothes, and stepped up the three steps of Xuanyuan Mansion with a smile on his face.
There was a squeak.
The door of Xuanyuan Mansion was wide open. Lin Huang looked up and saw a burly middle-aged man standing quietly in the courtyard of the mansion. The latter stood with his hands behind his back, like a simple heavenly spear, seeming to be waiting for someone.
The arrival of people.
Xuanyuan raised his troops.
Yan Zangfeng raised his head and looked directly at Xuanyuan Tibing.
Their eyes met in the void, and they did not speak, but nodded in greeting to each other. Although they had never met, they seemed to have known each other for many years.
Just like the friendship between gentlemen, the wind is light and the clouds are calm, but they are sincere and sincere.
Then, the two of them closed their eyes at the same time.
In the courtyard, Lin Huang's expression calmed slightly, and he could only feel two terrifying auras filling the air. When he raised his eyes, he saw two souls fighting in the void, causing the sky to be turbulent.
Lin Huang stared straight at it, but couldn't see clearly at all. He could only feel the terrifying aura venting out, filling the void.
Everyone in Xuanyuan Mansion was alarmed and ran over to besiege the battle between the two souls.
Yanzang Feng, a martial arts myth more than seventy years ago.
Xuanyuan Tibing is an unrivaled existence in the world.
Around seventy years ago, the battle between two generations of myths, even though everyone could not see the battle clearly, was still shocking and exciting. I wonder who is stronger and who is weaker in the world around seventy years ago.
It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later that the atmosphere of the battle in the void suddenly dissipated, as if all the atmosphere had been blown away by a breeze and flowing clouds.
In the courtyard, the two people opened their eyes with calm expressions on their faces.
"Yan Zangfeng!"
"Xuanyuan raises his troops!"
The two of them spoke at the same time, introducing themselves...