The Yong Kingdom is an established powerful country. In the early years when it was at its strongest, it once went north to compete with the Jing Kingdom for supremacy. Unfortunately, it failed in the end and had to retreat.
The generation of heroes who led the Yong Kingdom to its peak unfortunately died in battle in Jingdi, which directly led to the decline of the Yong Kingdom.
The heroic leader of the Yong Kingdom was in the prime of life when he went on a personal expedition. Although he appointed the crown prince in advance, he did not transfer too much power.
So something worse happened.
He died on the battlefield, and the prince died directly in the East Palace.
Immediately afterwards, the "Three Kings Seizing the Throne" occurred, and the entire country fell into division for a time. The three princes each occupied their own territory and attacked each other. Zhuang Chengqian, the general who expanded the southern frontier at that time, even took the opportunity to crack the soil and directly attack the Qichang Mountains.
The state of Zhuang was established there.
The Yong Kingdom was supposed to be a behemoth that encompassed the Qichang Mountains and the three thousand miles of Zhuang Kingdom. If there was enough time to unify the entire northwest of the Western Territory, it might not be able to compete with the world's powerful countries again.
Unfortunately, due to the rebellion between the three kings and Zhuang Chengqian's betrayal, the ambitious hegemony was ruined.
Later, the Three Kings' Rebellion subsided and the Yong Kingdom was reunited. However, due to the bad international situation, it was never possible to recover the land of Zhuang Kingdom.
Time has changed, and the Yong Kingdom today is no longer what it used to be. But after all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and it can still maintain a certain prestige in the northwest of the Western Territory.
It has been more than 300 years since the founding of Zhuang State, and the country has already been stabilized, and it is difficult to change the mountains and rivers.
Apart from occasionally provoking some provocations in side affairs, most of the time the Yong State could only watch. After all, neither the Jing State, which Zhuang State embraced from afar, nor the Jing State, which interrupted the Yong State's hegemony, wanted to see a
The overlord-level Yong Kingdom appears.
Lingbei Prefecture, Canglin County, a beautiful hill.
A group of disciples from the Qing Yan Sword Sect rested here temporarily.
Senior Brother Situ Jian is telling the "secret stories" of Jianghu. He is very eloquent and tells wonderful twists and turns.
"Do you know what...a human demon is?"
The junior brothers and sisters all listened attentively.
Situ Jian glanced at the most beautiful junior sister with his peripheral vision, and saw that her face was pale and she had a look of fear and expectation, and he couldn't help but feel more excited.
"Look at the word 'devil'."
Situ Jian drew his sword and carved words in the world, his movements were smooth and graceful, and his voice was deep.
"It's a ghost wearing sackcloth, the same ghost that wants to kill people! And the devil among people is even more vicious, the devil among ghosts!"
"But the nine great human demons..."
Situ Jian told the story for a while, then suddenly asked: "Do you know who the ninth human demon is?"
"I know!" the junior sister said timidly: "The heart-eating demon Xiong Wen was killed by Zhu Weiwo."
Situ Jian frowned. As a monk of the Yong Kingdom, he certainly had no favorable impression of Zhu Weiwo, a genius of the Zhuang Kingdom whose reputation could be spread to the Yong Kingdom. But it was not to say that he was unconvinced, and it was not his turn.
Don't be convinced.
"What does Xiong Wen mean?" Situ Jian sneered: "He doesn't live up to his name at all!"
The junior sister twisted her clothes: "But I heard that he eats people's hearts..."
As soon as the words "eating people's hearts" came out, the junior brothers and sisters present who had never seen blood were all a little nervous.
"He is not evil enough, and he is not strong enough. There is nothing to say if he dies under Zhu Weiwo's gun." Situ Jian said casually, and then said: "The ninth human demon I want to talk about is not him, but... the hateful human demon.
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"The devil who hates people's hearts?" A junior fellow student couldn't help but asked: "Does he also eat people's hearts?"
Situ Jian glared at him with dissatisfaction. He was not sensible at all. How could I, the senior senior fellow of the Qingyan Sword Sect, have the time to answer the questions of a stinky man like you? Just wait for the junior sisters to ask!
But the question had already been asked, and the junior sisters also cast inquiring glances.
Although it is appropriate to favor one over the other, it should not be too obvious.
Situ Jian still reluctantly replied: "He doesn't eat people's hearts."
"But!" Situ Jian changed the topic: "He will first ask someone to answer a question, and then dig out people's hearts to judge whether the answer is true or false. In a sense, he is much more vicious than Xiong Wen. Because Xiong Wen
When it comes to eating people's hearts, there is a reason to kill people and dig out their hearts. But the devil who hates people simply wants to torture people."
The junior brothers and sisters all took a breath of air and trembled at this terrifying existence.
Situ Jian moved to the side of the junior sister without leaving a trace. He was very satisfied that the junior brothers and sisters were trembling with fear that they had never seen in the world. This was the effect he wanted. But suddenly from the corner of his eye, he noticed that one person did not move.
Who is so timid?
Situ Jian looked over casually, but was horrified.
Because he doesn’t know this person at all!
Among the junior brothers and sisters sitting on the floor listening to the story, an extra person appeared at some point, but he was completely unaware of it!
Moreover, before he saw this person, none of the trembling junior brothers and sisters noticed him.
"Who are you?!" Situ Jian clenched his sword fiercely and asked sharply.
"Don't be nervous and keep talking." The man said.
"I asked you who you are!" Situ Jian shouted.
How could he not be nervous? The sword energy on the long sword was brimming with energy, and the sword techniques passed down from the master's sect started to activate from the inside out, but they did not give him any confidence.
The junior brothers and sisters stood behind him one after another. Although they were nervous and ignorant, they were full of energy and drew their swords to face him... But this still could not give him courage.
He tried hard to look at the man's face. The man's face was clearly unobstructed, but he always ignored all other details and only saw those bloody eyes!
"who I am?"
The person with blood-colored eyes seems to be asking himself.
But he quickly found the answer, showed his eight neat teeth, and said with a smile: "Weren't you talking about me just now?"
Clang!
This smile has a ferocious and bloody feel.
Someone directly behind him was so frightened that his sword left his hand and fell to the ground.
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, it's nothing serious."
The hater seemed to be comforting him, but as he slowly stood up, everyone's fear reached the critical point.
"Death to the demons!"
A junior fellow student held a sword and thrust it forward.
The long sword was sent straight, like a green flame burning, and the tip of the sword was the tip of the flame.
Situ Jian didn't know why, but his heart seemed to be empty at this time, free from all fear and tension. He actually still had the leisure to judge his junior brother's sword style.
This sword is called Ten Miles Farewell.
The master said that when you practice to a high and deep level, the blue flame will burn for ten miles.
Junior brother did a good job with this sword stance, but the angle was not sophisticated enough. If it were him...
Situ Jian's mind was spinning involuntarily when he saw a hand suddenly appear in his field of vision and crush the junior brother's head.
The splashes of red and white, some of which even hit his face, were hot.
Next he seemed to hear a scream, but it wasn't very real.
He wasn't sure if those lovely junior sisters had screamed, and he wasn't sure if those brave junior brothers had scolded him.
There is only one sentence that he will probably never forget
"I want to ask you a question."
It seems like a person with blood-colored eyes asked: "Am I a waste?"
Situ Jian was very vague.
That should be the question of a hater, but...who are you asking?