A picture drawn with just a few strokes seems to hide a huge secret.
The second picture records the seven hundred years of dusty years in Yin Yang Valley.
The skinned bloody man did not die, but survived tenaciously. He endured the torment of being sealed every day, and every slightest movement of his body was painful.
So, he stopped moving.
He began to practice martial arts and study the mysteries of life...
For seven hundred years, he did not develop strong power, but he created various magical powers and secret techniques, and embarked on a different kind of martial arts path.
For the first time... he separated his flesh and blood and became a crow, tearing his soul apart and injecting it into the crow.
The crow followed the broken seal of Yin-Yang Valley, escaped from Yin-Yang Valley, and fell on a mountain.
Later, the crow was rescued by a hunter named Qiu Dali.
Seven hundred years of darkness.
Seven hundred years of ruin.
He could finally see the sky again, even though his soul was broken and his body was like a crow. But he could finally open his eyes and take a look at the sky.
In order to repay his kindness, he became the hunter's martial spirit.
In just a few years, the hunter named Qiu Dali became one of the few strong men in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
It's a pity that once a person opens the gate of desire, he can never close it.
He underestimated Qiu Dali's desire, and also underestimated the extremely swollen ambition of an Orion after enjoying the popularity of the world. In the end, Qiu Dali set his sights on Yin Yang Valley.
Qiu Dali wants to get the complete bloody man and his complete soul.
Then, Qiu Dali will become even more powerful...
In desperation, during a battle between Qiu Dali, Crow, who became a martial spirit, finally showed his terrifying power and attracted the attention of the 'Xuanyuan Family'.
A whole ten years...
After all his efforts, Xuanyuan Changge and Qiu Dali finally died together!
Of course, the crow as a martial spirit was also annihilated.
In the silent palace, Lin Huang looked at the things recorded in the picture and smiled slightly in his heart. What was recorded here was very different from what he remembered.
Then Lin Huang continued to look at it.
Although Qiu Dali died, the Blood Spirit Palace secretly preserved part of its strength. After several turmoils, every time the Yin Yang Valley appeared, the bloody people in the valley would peel off part of their own strength and walk in the Eastern Spirit Realm with a different attitude.
However, he was defeated a thousand years ago.
Thousands of years later, how can he compete with the Xuanyuan family, who are admired by the Eastern Spirit Realm?
When the sunshine cannot dispel the haze, then only darkness can make the world wake up. Even if he stands on the opposite side of the world and becomes an existence that is spurned and hated by everyone, he will not hesitate!
Because he is the real Xuanyuan tribesman!
Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go.
So in the later years... the Blood Spirit Palace completely became the nightmare of the Eastern Spirit Realm, with the two evil kings of Yin and Yang and the four blood princes passed down from generation to generation.
Instead of talking to the ignorant people about the justice of heaven and earth, they only use their evil and ugly faces to save the world in their own way.
When he saw this, Lin Huang had already roughly understood.
The so-called Evil King in Yin Yang Valley is the bloody man, the real Xuanyuan tribesman.
And a thousand years ago, the Xuanyuan Zheng who walked out of the Yin-Yang Valley was just an evil king wearing someone else's skin. The evil king carried the reputation of the Xuanyuan family and passed it down from generation to generation to this day.
As for Xuanyuan Tibing and Lu Han, they are both members of the Evil King clan.
No wonder...
No wonder, when those eyes first saw Lu Han in the dark passage just now, they exclaimed that the latter was a member of the Evil Royal Clan.
After entering the main hall, the old woman holding a locust tree, the middle-aged demon monk and the enchanting woman in red and see-through gauze all stared at Lu Han and asked questions.
In the main hall, Lu Han also stared at the murals, looking at them one by one, but his expression was always calm, neither happy nor sad.
It seems that the content in the picture has nothing to do with him.
"Donor Xuanyuan, you have read the content on the mural. Is there nothing you need to explain now?"
In the main hall, the strange monk spoke again, his voice was charitable, but he was obviously questioning Lu Han.
"explain?"
Lu Han raised his eyebrows, his calm gaze suddenly sharp, like a sharp sword, "Why do you ask me to explain to you? Is it up to you to judge whether my Xuanyuan family is true or false?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Young man, do you not want to explain, or do you not know how to explain?"
The old woman holding a locust wood crutch spoke, her voice was surprisingly hoarse and gloomy. Her sunken eyes were like two green lanterns, staring at Lu Han faintly.
The smile on Lu Han's face became extremely cold, "The Xuanyuan family has been standing for thousands of years and never needs to explain anything to anyone!"
"Since you can't explain it, don't blame the poor monk for being rude... Amitabha!"
The demonic monk recited Amitabha Buddha, clasped his hands, and a strange charity appeared on his face, "When the poor monk entered the Yin-Yang Valley, he violated the Buddhist law with a butcher knife in his hand, but the poor monk did not regret it. It is the great wish of Buddhism to help the world and save people. Since the donor is
The evil royal clan members and the poor monks have no choice but to resort to thunderbolt methods and use the donor’s blood to pay homage to the real Xuanyuan clan members!”
After the demon monk finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, but a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body, crushing towards Lu Han.
Then, ten relics flew around the demon monk, blooming with vast golden light.
"The poor monk has been sitting in meditation and asking the Buddha for more than 40 years. He has traveled three million miles of mortal world and cultivated ten Dzi beads!"
As he said that, the demonic monk suddenly opened his eyes, and his voice vibrated in everyone's ears like a loud bell, "Please give me some advice, Master Xuanyuan!"
Before he finished speaking, a Dzi bead surrounding the demon monk suddenly exploded, and a golden Immortal King hidden in the Dzi bead stepped towards Lu Han.
With one kick, Lu Han will be transformed!
Keng!
Fudo Myoyo couldn't take more than three steps in front of him, and a harsh sound suddenly sounded in the hall. Where everyone stared, they saw the golden light Fudo Myoyo exploding.
In the main hall, Lu Han held Asiu's golden gun, wiped the dust off the gun's head with one hand, and smiled coldly, "Under the Xuanyuan clan's golden gun, it's useless for you to cultivate a hundred Dzi beads! Unless... you have Wuhou
Eighth Heaven!"
"Donor...you are so presumptuous!"
The demon monk's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice was still peaceful, but with murderous intent, "Destroying the statue of Fudo Ming King is an act of desecration. The donor should be completely transformed by the poor monk!"
As soon as the demon monk finished speaking, the nine surrounding dzi beads exploded and turned into nine identical Fudo Mingwang.
The main hall was suddenly overwhelmed by the vast Buddha Dharma.
Lu Han raised his head and glanced at the demon monk, but shook his head relaxedly, and finally smiled, "Old bald donkey..."
Before Lu Han finished speaking, the Asiu golden gun in his hand suddenly shot out with cold light. One person and one gun suddenly flashed across the hall like a rainbow shining through the sun.
When Lu Han finished speaking, his figure appeared at the previous location.
Bang bang bang bang bang...
In the blink of an eye, the statues of Fudo Myooh surrounding the demon monk exploded one after another. The mighty and pervasive Buddhist teachings receded like a tide and disappeared in an instant.
The demon monk stood there with a dull expression on his face, his eyes full of disbelief.
"...You, how is this possible?"
The demon monk murmured, a young man of no more than twenty years old could destroy his ten Dzi beads so easily.
"The people of the Evil Royal Family are really powerful, the poor monk has seen it!"
After the demon monk was shocked, he smiled calmly and regained the composure of the Buddhist monk. Then he turned to look at the two people behind him and said with a smile:
"Grandma Huaixin, Princess Hongye, please help the poor monk to slay the demons and cross the world!"