A cold wind mediates over the vulture collar.

The little Khan's expression was a little complicated, and he looked at the guards not far away, someone had already spotted their arrival.

He sat on the back of the horse and said softly: "Tian Yu, there is something I want to tell you. ”

Tian Yu snorted in confusion.

The little white wolf looked at Tian Yu and said, "You are a thoughtful and ambitious person, and the grassland needs people like you...... For what you said before, I don't think I can fully agree with it, the predecessors of the mother river made their choice, as for right and wrong, only time will tell. ”

Tian Yu was slightly stunned, and said with a wry smile: "If you are willing to listen, and if you can listen to it, Tian Yu will be content." ”

Little Khan rubbed his eyebrows.

"In the White Wolf King's tent, there is a way to rescue the 'Source Evil' left by Urle. ”

Tian Yu looked at the little khan in amazement.

He flipped through a large number of ancient books, and in Xiaoyuan Mountain, in the White Wolf King's Tent, the information that could be found was limited...... In fact, he also has such a puzzle, except to erase the condensed origin of the source evil, is there no other way to cure it?

It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish.

Was that the only way to do it in the first place?

"There's something called 'Bright Grass'. The little khan lowered his eyebrows and said: "This blade of grass is very scarce, so it is very precious, as we said before, the mother river has always led this grassland, no matter what danger occurs, the first thing to be preserved is the eight kings' tents of the mother river, and when Urle leaves, the king of the grassland decides to erase the history of the dark turmoil, and some things will also be erased with it." ”

So the truth of the "source sha" is covered up.

There has never been a "source evil".

Naturally, there is no need to tell the people in the western border areas that there is a way to cure the "source evil".

Tian Yu felt a little dizzy, he pursed his lips, and the sound of the wind buzzed in his ears.

An exclamation.

The sentry post ahead spotted the comer, and identified him.

Then there were people who came to him, who shouted his name, who had lived with him, who had now looked at him with looking up and in awe, and who felt only that the sky was dark, and that the hugs and cries of his ears had turned pale.

It gradually evolved into a crowd.

Tian Yu sat on the back of the horse with a blank expression.

The little khan took out the token of the White Wolf King's tent and held it high, this token, symbolizing the supreme authority of the mother river, shone brightly in the gaze of the crowd.

The little khan showed his identity and his intentions.

They have come to expel the "source shas".

The warriors of the western border vulture and the common people gave way one after another, bowed and bowed, grateful and happy.

Tian Yu bathed and looked up, he looked forward like a walking corpse, looking at those kneeling with puzzled eyes, some people had lost their relatives in this plague, and some people were contaminated with illness, and they didn't know when they would die.

Everyone is panicking.

The appearance of Tian Yu and the little khan is like the savior of the vulture territory.

But his gaze swept over one face after another, looking at the familiar, the unfamiliar, the painful, the delighted...... All of them were filled with heartfelt gratitude.

But if they knew...... All this stems from the negligence of the mother river, the "selfishness" of the power of the mother river, the burial of history, and the deception of them.

Will they still be like this?

......

......

The sound of the wind echoed through the cliffs.

Such as whimpering.

Such as sorrow.

The black-robed man who had picked the blades of grass squatted on top of the spacious rock that protruded, and his two fingers gently rubbed the blades of grass, and between his rubbing, the narrow arcs turned into a messy powder, scattered in the wind.

Cheng Ran's expression was a little pale, and he looked at the tall black-robed man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Bright Grass ......"

Donghuang's expression was a little dazed, he gathered all the sources of Longya Mountain, and he was in a good mood, but when he sensed a familiar aura that existed here, his mood was not so good.

Flying powder, like silver-white crescent crumbs.

Like the brilliance of the stars.

But brighter, purer.

This blade of grass contains a pure, powerful, and unsullied "energy...... Few people have ever seen light grass, but Cheng Ran knows that after grinding this grass blade, in the darkness, he can see a piece of light that expels the haze, which is different from the flame.

The use of Bright Grass is not difficult, you only need to rub it vigorously, and it will break.

It doesn't need to be complicated to see the "light".

Boiling into a medicinal soup can expel some trivial and small diseases, but this kind of grass has not appeared for a long time...... There are only a few bits and pieces of information in the ancient pharmacopoeia.

The Eastern Emperor narrowed his eyes and looked at the overflowing, familiar and disgusting "light".

This blade of grass contains "divinity".

This is the "natural enemy" that the "source sha" hates the most.

His face was expressionless, staring gloomily at the piece of powder that had spread out, and in the days of his absence, the "Source Evil" that was blocked in Longya Mountain had leaked out partially, presumably someone here had already been infected with evil qi......

He lowered his head and looked down at the pale-looking medicine picker, this is a medicine man, is he here to pick light grass and heal people.

The herb picker was watching him too.

The two men calmly looked at each other for two or three breaths.

Cheng Ran tried to keep his mind calm.

His instincts were sharp, and at the moment the hairs were rising all over his body, his back was already wet with cold sweat, and his clothes were blown by the strong wind and made a dull lapping sound.

The black-robed man in front of him is an extremely dangerous and powerful character.

Running for your life?

No...... Can't escape.

I can't escape, and if I let go here, I'll die.

He hardened his head and looked at the man who had brought him a great sense of oppression.

The wind is howling.

The Eastern Emperor stretched out his hand again and pulled out another "Bright Grass" in the crack of the stone.

He asked, expressionless.

"You want to use it to banish the 'Source Sha'?"

Cheng Ran pursed his lips.

His expression was a little strange, or rather confused...... He had never heard of the word "Yuansha", and he picked this herb himself to find a cure for the invisible plague in the western frontier.

Donghuang saw the subtle expression of this man in his eyes, and after capturing this interesting detail, he had already guessed what had happened these days, and couldn't help but laugh and sneered: "Oh...... That's right, all these years, the grassland still hasn't disappointed me, and it's really the same stupid and rotten as it was back then. ”

Cheng Ran became cautious.

He didn't speak, didn't dare to answer a word, and calmly looked at the man crouching on the rocky cliff.

Donghuang narrowed his eyes, he looked ahead, the distance of Longya Mountain, wisps of black gas, ordinary people can't see it, but at this moment in his eyes, it is extremely clear.

"It seems that there is no need to recycle these 'source evils'. He muttered softly, "You are considered victims, so go first...... As the beginning of my conquest of the steppe. ”

Source.

Victim.

Conquer the steppes.

These words fell on Cheng Ran's heart, and he sighed in his heart and looked up at the black-robed man.

The Eastern Emperor crushed the blade of grass in his hand, slowly stood up, the black robe stretched like a long night, the light was annihilated and broken, like a fragile mirror, swept away by the mountain cliff wind.

Cheng Ran squeezed out a few words from his throat with difficulty.

"Who are you?"

The question reverberates between the craggy mountain walls.

The young man's voice was hoarse and bloodshot.

The Eastern Emperor fell into a brief thought, and he looked down on the first human he had seen when he stepped into the grassland.

On more than one occasion, he was asked this question.

When he opened his eyes and killed the first opponent.

When you set foot on Fengming Mountain in the Gray Land Realm.

When sweeping the north.

When he defeated Jiang Lin in the capital city.

He remained silent and did not respond because he could not answer the question himself...... Who he is, where he comes from, what he is going to do.

And when he returned to this grassland, he returned to consummation.

Everything has an answer.

Donghuang said calmly.

"Conqueror. ”

Three words.

The moment he spoke, the rock under his feet made a cracking sound, and the protruding part, the voice of the tall man in the black robe continued.

"The master of the 'source sha' two thousand years ago, the loser who died at the hands of Urle. ”

There seemed to be a hint of mockery in his voice.

"Two thousand years later...... Avenger. ”

He looked at the herb picker with a confused expression and frightened eyes, and said softly, "You should have guessed what 'Yuansha' is...... Soon, the grasslands will be spread by the 'source evil', and I will bring this fear to the mother river, they have hidden the truth, otherwise you would not be so miserable. ”

The Eastern Emperor said calmly: "If you want to establish a more complete order, you must break the existing rules. The magnates of the Mother River hide the secrets of the 'source of evil', so you get sick, you suffer, you die, you live in fear...... They are to blame for all this. ”

He muttered softly, "Don't worry, I'll help you bring these resentments to the Mother River." ”

The Eastern Emperor looked down on the young man with a withered expression.

Cheng Ran's brain was blank, but the thoughts and research in the past few years seemed to have been answered at this moment, and the few words of the black-robed man perfectly answered his conjecture about this plague...... He was also informed of the so-called "truth".

The Eastern Emperor looked at him.

He seemed to be committed to Cheng Ran, and he seemed to be muttering to himself.

"I will break these rules, abolish everything that exists, and give this grassland a new future. ”

He smiled and said, "Compared to Urle, I am the king of this grassland. ”

Click.

The huge rock fell, hitting Cheng Ran's body.

Blood splattered.

The heavy shadow of the fall slid rapidly out of the scarlet trajectory, and the black-robed man who stepped on the boulder flew up with this force, like a heavy cloud, swept towards the center of the grassland.