Shenzong bloodline!?

Among the desolate hills, the demonic energy rising into the sky emitted an ominous bloody light, faintly scattered, like an invading star.

The strange [Red Sky Bronze Coffin] faintly opened, and in the diffuse bloody mist, a thin figure slowly walked out, and the terrifying aura caused the surrounding void to distort and deform.

Ying Gou, the corpse transformed into a demon, the supreme master of the Great Demon Realm.

At the same time, he is also one of the seven disciples of [Beisha Xuanzhang].

"Master's predecessor is actually of Shenzong bloodline!?"

At this moment, Ying Gou finally appeared. Under the bright moonlight, there was a faint rune of disillusionment between his eyebrows. His deep eyes seemed like an abyss, and there was an unusual wave in the silence.

For any corpse demon, the past life is both the source and the biggest secret.

Ying Gou never imagined that his master, whose evil reputation shocked the world, would have such an origin.

"The transformation of a corpse into a demon is already a great blessing. If it were not for the blood of Shenzong, how could the corpse be transformed and become a demon immortal!?"

Mr. Meng lowered his voice. Only the Daqian royal family knew such a top secret.

Therefore, among the eight great demon immortals in the world, only [Beisha Xuanzhang] has the most complicated relationship with the imperial court.

When [Xuantian Tao Seed] came out, Emperor Qian even asked [Beisha Xuanzhang] to come to the capital in person to deal with the [White Sword Immortal].

"The Shenzong bloodline... the Shenzong bloodline... that is the most powerful and mysterious bloodline in the world..." Ying Gou murmured softly, with deep awe in his deep eyes.

Beisha Xuanzhang is both his master and the goal he pursues throughout his life.

"That was a supreme and noble being. He was supposed to sleep underground forever... But more than three hundred years ago, the Black Sword came out... That lunatic stole the imperial mausoleum and dug out the body of [Beisha Xuanzhang] from his previous life. …”

Mr. Meng spoke coldly and calmly, telling a story about the past.

Black Sword, this madman has no inhibitions. He not only exhumed the corpses of Shenzong bloodline, but even committed many heinous and unspeakable crimes against them.

"This lunatic...he has blasphemed the Shenzong bloodline."

"Damn it...it's really damnable...it can't be redeemed by death..." Ying Gou's voice was as cold as frost.

At this moment, he finally understood why for a long time [Bei Sha Xuanzhang] was still holding a grudge against the man who had been dead for three hundred years, and seemed to have a huge hatred that would never go away.

"Ying Gou, Beisha Xuanzhang is one of the eight great demon immortals in the world. Among her seven disciples, you are not the most outstanding... But because of her bloodline in the past life... His Highness Seventeenth can make you become Beimang The real owner of the mountain..." Mr. Meng said solemnly.

"What does His Highness Seventeen want!?" Ying Gou asked calmly.

"Repayment is something that will happen in the future. The top priority now is to help you become the new master of Beiman Mountain... You have to know that this place is too important..." Mr. Meng's words were undeniably majestic.

Ying Gou's eyes darkened slightly, thoughtfully, and he heard the hidden meaning behind the words.

"Master once said...this dragon vein in Beimang Mountain was once the true dragon vein, which ruled the mountains and rivers of the world..."

The true dragon vein will surely emerge from the common master of the world.

It is a pity that as the heaven and earth changed and the stars moved, this true dragon vein has long been abandoned. Even so, its existence still created the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang.

"You are right, Beimang Mountain is extremely important, and it is still the most critical place in the world... As early as a thousand years ago, His Majesty Shenzong once said that if he brings chaos to the world, chaos will inevitably occur in the extreme north...

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"More than three hundred years ago, that lunatic Black Sword once wanted to use the dragon veins of Beimang Mountain to create a [Lord of Beimang] to seize the destiny of the north and become the true master of this far north..."

Mr. Meng mentioned a piece of the past.

Black Sword is extremely ambitious. He wanted to activate this abandoned true dragon vein in Bei Mang Mountain, use the terrain of 100,000 barren hills, seize the heavenly creation, and create the real [Lord of Bei Mang]... Unfortunately, he failed.

On that day, the [Bottomless Pit] in Poison King Mountain was the Panchang of [Lord of Beimang]. Even if it failed, it still became a terrifying monster over time.

It can be seen from this that if Black Sword had been successful back then, I am afraid that more than one of the most serious troubles for the imperial court would have returned to the ruins now.

"Are you saying that if I can inherit Beiman Mountain, I will have a chance to become the Lord of the North!?" Ying Gou was moved.

Beimang Mountain is just a peaceful fairy cave. One day, if the Beisha Xuanzhong Fairy dies, it will be short-lived and will no longer have any deterrent effect on the imperial court.

But if we can really go one step further, occupy the destiny of the north, and become the true master of this land, then we can become the true overlord like returning to ruins, and will last forever.

"Then it depends on whether you have this fate..."

Mr. Meng glanced sideways and said in a deep voice: "To give you another clue, a few days ago, His Highness Seventeenth asked the [Divinity Machine] to perform a divination. That person may have appeared on the land in the north...

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"That being said, great things can happen."

In front of the copper coffin in the red sky, that thin figure looked like a great demon, its demonic aura soaring into the sky, covering the bright moon, shaking the barren mountains with horror, and making the river lose its voice.

At the same time, there was a wasteland in the north of Liangzhou.

The night wind picked up, stirring up the dark clouds, and a solitary figure stood in front of the abandoned temple, with the "Turtle and Snake" imprint clearly embroidered on the fluttering corner of his clothes.

"Hey, mortal, why don't you worship God when you enter the temple!?"

"blasphemy is a grave sin."

"Sin and karma are hard to erase, so we can only sacrifice ourselves!"

At this moment, bursts of cold sounds came from the ruined temple, mixed with some strange laughter.

"A ruined temple attracts spirits, and a desolate land gives birth to demons and ghosts... The ancients sincerely did not deceive me."

The lonely figure did not retreat, but instead took off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing his fair and kind face.

"If you are brave enough, come and give your Grandpa Fox some extra food."

Suddenly, a demonic wind suddenly rose and slammed open the door of the ruined temple. Shadows surged out from the ruined temple, accompanied by a fishy smell. If ordinary people smelled it, they would faint on the spot in just a moment.

past.

"Destroy!"

The lonely figure stood still, his throat moved slightly, and he uttered a strange syllable.

In an instant, the syllables exploded, like thunder vibrating, endlessly, as if the power of heaven was coming.

"Ahhhhh...you...you are..."

In an instant, the shadows let out shrill screams. In the surging storm, their twisted bodies showed deep fear. With just one breath, they were completely destroyed, leaving only a few white hairs.

, fluttering, and landed in front of the temple altar.

"Guilty, sinful!"

The lonely figure nodded and whispered, minding his own business and walking into the ruined temple.

The dim moonlight filtered through the cracks in the eaves and fell into the temple. He raised his eyebrows and saw a girl curled up in the corner, her snow-white dress stained with dazzling blood.

At this moment, there was no trace of fear on the girl's delicate face, she just stared at him without saying a word.

"Little girl, who are you? Why are you here?"

There was no response to the simple question, but it could be seen that this was just an ordinary human girl, not a monster.

It's just that in this dark and windy wilderness, the appearance of such an ordinary girl here is unusual in itself.

"My name is Tang Beixuan..."

As he spoke, Tang Beixuan walked up to the girl, took out a cold steamed bun from his bag, and handed it to her.

"You follow me first."

The extremely ordinary girl glanced at the steamed bun, then at Tang Beixuan, nodded slightly, and took the steamed bun.

When Tang Beixuan saw this, he sat far away, picked up dead wood branches, and lit a bonfire.

The firelight illuminated the deserted ruined temple and brought some warmth.

"Where are you going?"

At this moment, the girl spoke, her voice was light and moving.

Tang Bei

The corners of his lips parted slightly, and he only uttered two words.

"Beimang!"

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The next day, the sun was shining brightly and it was not yet noon.

On the long and narrow mountain road, Li Mo and Gu Changan walked together to the Nine Burial Mountains.

"Nine Burial Mountains, that's the boundary of the Beimang lineage...the dojo of Beisha Xuanzhang's disciples..."

Gu Changan frowned as he looked at the towering mountain peaks in the distance.

"You were secretive all the way, so it turns out you came here..."

Speaking of this, Gu Changan's eyebrows almost wrinkled into the word "Chuan".

"Lao Li, are you planning to defect?"

"Bah, bah, bah... what are you talking about? I haven't taken you back to the capital yet, why are you running away? Can you expect me to order something good?" Li Mo rolled his eyes and said.

"You... really don't look like a good person."
To be continued...