The holy prince seems to have lived his whole life for someone else-

When he was a child, he lived for the people of the world - he was born to be the heir to the next throne, and he studied literature and martial arts when he was a child, so that he could take over the throne in the future.

Growing up to live for his followers - as a prince, he became the leader of all his followers after the death of King Ming, and for the livelihood of those who were willing to follow him, the holy prince took all of them into hiding and toiled for a living.

After that, he lived for revenge - the hard protection was wiped out once, and the thousands of people pointed out, and finally became a demon and destroyed the world.

This hall was built when the Holy Prince had just led people to this psychedelic desert, and at that time this hall was named Dinghe Hall, believing that this holy prince should have the world in mind and hope for stability and peace in the world. The three words of Dinghe Hall on the plaque, with warmth and chic in the stroke, it can be seen that the person who gave the inscription on this plaque is free and easy, warm as jade, and with a tolerant bearing.

And the handwriting in this blood book is full of anger and hatred.

The handwriting on that plaque is exactly the same as that of this bloody letter, written by the same person.

Jun Wunian sighed.

He is a noble and beautiful son, and he has the heart of helping the world.

However, the sky does not tolerate people, and it breaks through the prosperous world and falls into the dust.

The desert is lonely and hides the edge, how do you know that the bright moon shines in all directions.

All the ways are in chaos today, who remembers Ming Wang'an?

Outside the main hall, everyone waited anxiously. Jun Wunian has been in the main hall for a whole day and a night, and his life and death are unknown.

Lan Sheng just hugged Youyou faintly from beginning to end, lowering her head, so that people couldn't see her emotions clearly.

Suddenly, the space around him distorted - Lan Sheng looked up, only to feel that the space around him seemed to be crumbling in pieces, scattered in the vast world. The rest of the team was a little flustered in the face of this sudden change, only Lan Sheng was still waiting.

No one knows Jun Wunian better than Lan Sheng, Jun Wunian is from the same place as her—everything that happened to Jun Wunian, Lan Sheng understands it very well. Others didn't know how Jun Wunian entered the barrier and entered the mysterious hall in front of him, but Lan Sheng knew.

The power of the Shura that Jun Wunian was quietly running may not have been discovered by others, but Lan Sheng was so familiar with this power.

This hall is related to Shura - since Lan Sheng guessed this, a heart is hanging in the air. The murderous and extremely evil Shura-Lan Sheng stood silently aside, even if the space collapsed, she didn't panic at all, she only cared about what happened to Jun Wunian.

The surroundings have completely changed.

The original long road of yellow sand has become a deserted and dilapidated village.

Lan Sheng found Jun Wunian standing in the middle of the village, and his somewhat thin back gave people a sense of vicissitudes.

Jun Wunian stood a little distracted, holding a scroll of brocade silk in his hand.

Just now, after Jun Wunian finished reading the blood book and closed this brocade silk, the entire hall began to shake, and then the space collapsed, and then Jun Wunian appeared in this village.

There is not a single figure in the desolate village, but there are ancient blood stains that are visible. Jun Wunian could feel the Shura in his body roaring and boiling, but there was still infinite sadness in his anger.

Jun Wunian already knew what kind of place this was as soon as he arrived here-

Ten thousand people in the whole village, from the centenarian to the newborn baby, were all buried in the flames, and no one was spared! This angry sentence echoed in Jun Wunian's mind.

Lan Sheng looked at Jun Wunian's pale face, raised his right hand, and the shadowless and invisible purification power slowly soaked into Jun Wunian's body.

Lan Sheng's Xuanwu bloodline has not fully awakened, and the power of purification is not strong enough to completely purify the evil of the power of Shura in Jun Wunian's body, so it can only slightly alleviate some of Jun Wunian's pain at the moment, so that Jun Wunian is more awake at this moment and comes out of the nightmare.

Jun Wunian's eyes cleared up a lot, and he turned his head to look at Lan Sheng: "Lan Sheng-do me a favor-"

"Okay-" Lan Sheng didn't ask Jun Wunian what he wanted to help him with, but directly agreed.

Jun Wunian's heart was warm, but he couldn't laugh, and there was a suppressed heaviness in his voice: "Let's stay here for a few days and clean up this village—"

Lan Sheng looked around at the desolate dusty and bloodstained village around him and nodded.

Everyone also came over and walked to Jun Wunian and Lan Sheng.

"Young Master Jun—what was in that hall just now?" a mage of the Song family couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing-" Jun Wunian said lightly, "There's nothing in the hall—"

At this time, Jun Wunian had already put away the brocade silk and put it in the thundering bead, except for Lan Sheng who saw Jun Wunian's movements, no one saw it.

"It's unlikely, is it unlikely—" The Song family mage muttered.

Jun Wunian didn't speak again, since the Holy Prince Chu Chengjun had set up a barrier to block the hall, he naturally didn't want more people to know everything inside.

At Jun Wunian's strong request, everyone quit the village and set up camp at the entrance of the village, instead of living in a house in the village.

Although I don't know Jun Wunian's reason, everyone chooses to respect Jun Wunian's decision and persistence.

After all, as a student of the Holy Academy, Jun Wunian's status was not comparable to that of the little mercenary a few days ago.

Jun Wunian stayed in the village, and Lan Sheng did not follow the large army to station outside the village, but stayed by Jun Wunian's side.

Jun Wunian quietly cleaned the entire village, cleaning up all the dust accumulated in the entire village for ten thousand years.

I don't know what force guards this village, for 10,000 years, everything has been corroded by time, but everything in this village has retained the appearance of 10,000 years ago.

Lan Sheng uses the water element and the power of purification to make this once blood-washed village unclean and pure and natural.

Three days later, the village was cleaned up and down. Jun Wunian rolled up his trouser legs, held a rag in his hand, and sat on the threshold of a room.

Jun Wunian's mood seemed to be much better, and the sadness in his eyes dissipated a lot.

"After cleaning, what are you going to do now?" Lan Sheng walked up to Jun Wunian's side, squatted down, and was at eye level with Jun Wunian.

Jun Wunian put down the rag in his hand and stood up, wanting to leave this sad village, but he seemed to feel something.

The Shura in his body seemed to be guiding Jun Wunian, and Jun Wunian looked at the room behind him.

The house is located in the center of the village, with a view of the entrance to the village and is guarded by all the residents of the village.

"Let's go in and have a look—" Jun Wunian thought for a moment and said.