In the northern corner of the imperial city, everything is decided. The first thing the new emperor did when he ascended the throne was to reconcile with the four nomadic tribes outside the border passes, abolish the arena system, take out the treasure holy amber from the treasury, and personally open the road to the Hanhai primeval forest, the holy land of the four tribes.

On this day, Beichen Yuanhuang was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, wearing a pearl crown on his head, accompanied by the general Wang Beichen Yin and his entourage, followed the guidance of the Holy Amber to the mysterious place Hanhai, which is located at the junction of the northern corner and the four tribes. At this time, the sun is scorching, but in front of you is a damp and dark endless forest with no end in sight, the big trees in the middle of the sky, the visibility is less than a zhang, once you enter it is easy to get lost, only rely on the guidance of the moonlight to find the right way. However, there seemed to be a hidden murder in the primeval forest of Hanhai, and the soldiers sent in for more than ten days suffered tragic deaths one after another, and only one person fled in a hurry with his face covered in blood, and his mind was almost insane.

It is also impossible to take fire attack, the forest has sufficient water vapor, and the general flame cannot be burned. But nature is endless, manpower is endless, and the goal can always be achieved with the strength of a country. Beichen Yuanhuang looked at the time, and glanced at a disabled piano player on the other side of him. Beichen Yin gave an order, and someone immediately brought a large barrel of fire oil. All the way to the fire and oil, at any cost, the long-dormant Hanhai primeval forest began to have fire from the outermost part of the fire to advance inward, and for a while, all the creatures in the area who were afraid of fire were noisy.

This also seems to have triggered a terrifying shadow.

Suddenly, the soldiers in charge of setting up the fire vomited blood together, and there was a muffled thunder in the depths of the Hanhai, and the strength of the air pressed down, immediately dispersing the flames of fire oil. The oil dispersed, and the nearby soldiers were killed, and the flying flames ignited at the touch.

"Ahh "Help!" The soldiers of Beiyu who fled carried the flames to more places, and Beichen Yin did not hesitate to give an order, and the soldiers behind him shot them with bows and arrows, and the rebellious soldiers were suppressed by cruel means, and the large barrel of fire oil was continued to move forward. Seeing that the threat was ineffective, the dark shadow in the dark snorted coldly, and ruthlessly peeled off the face of a soldier, taking advantage of the bloody cruelty to shock people's hearts, relying on the courage of the master of the arts, and rushed out of the hidden place. The man was dressed in dirty clothes, with shaggy hair, and a filthy pig's head on his face, "Die!" With a yin and evil sound, the leather drummer who lived in seclusion in the Hanhai Forest hooked his soul with one palm, broke through the surrounding guards, and wanted to take the life of the principal Beichen Yuanhuang.

At this moment, the lame musician suddenly discarded the Yaoqin in his arms, and the bamboo flute was revealed in the sleeve of his right hand, and the sound of the flute surrounded the soul, which instantly shocked the drummer's mind.

In just a moment, the battle array changed, and under the manipulation of Beichen Yin, the elite soldiers who were ambushed around had special sound stoppers in their ears, and turned to defend against Xuanyin. The poem sounded from above: "There is no dream in a lifetime, a laugh, a step in love." ”

The drummer paused, and his way back was stopped by someone. That is also a woman holding a white bone flute, lying sideways on the soft couch with red gauze fluttering, her expression is soft and slightly exposed, and she seems to have infinite charm when she raises her hand and waist: "Changlang, your appearance today is really distressing......" The sound of the flute hooked the soul, and it was inferior to the low and charming voice of the woman.

In a short moment, Beichen Yuanhuang was once again protected by the surrounding guards, and Emperor Luan moved backwards to make way for the people in front of him. "Fan is desolate!" When the sound of the leather drummer's hateful anger and the wild boar's gnashing teeth under the face came slowly, Beichen Yuanhuang remembered what the teacher Yu Jiefei said. The long-dormant Sanxuanyin family in the Northern Regions, one is hidden in the Hanhai, one is in the Acacia Sea, and the other is to create a twelve-fold love sky, and the hidden feelings in the middle are no longer examinable...... How should Beichen Yuanhuang choose? He trusts his own judgment and trusts another person.

After seemingly teaming up with Beiyu to lure the drummer forward, Fan Desolate slowly got up. She suddenly felt confused in her heart, how much she loved someone, how much she hated someone, and she couldn't wait to peel off her skin and suck her bones, and rub all the ashes into her own bones and blood! However, the battle formation around her suddenly changed, and from her side, silently closed behind her, not only cutting off the way to retreat to Hanhai, but also surrounding herself.

"It's!" The bone flute suddenly sensed that something was wrong. The leather drum master suddenly retreated into the northern corner soldiers, and the ten pre-prepared drums landed on the scene, and the ten Yuan Destroying Arrays opened, the drum sound swirled, and the people in it were lifeless. "My enemy, my stepmother, give me this face, what should I pay in return?" The drummer laughed bitterly: "Kill!" ”

Fuyan Mountain.

In the land of peach blossoms, the red-haired young man suddenly showed a reluctant look on his face when he heard this. Running out to play by yourself and being sent down the mountain are naturally two different states of mind. Seeing that the fish showed an awkward look like a child, Du Fanglin flicked his sleeves, signaled it to come closer to the left, and whispered two words.

The red-haired young man's eyes sparkled: "Really? ”

"Seriously." Du Fanglin said.

Fish swallows ink: "Whatever I want?" ”

"Whatever you want."

Receiving a definite answer, the red-haired youth happily dropped the painting and ran away in the woods. Du Fanglin raised his hand to pick two peach blossoms, turned them into two letters, and sent them out with a blue bird book, one to the north and the other to the south.

On the side of the Imperial City in the northern corner, the action of Shulou Longsu must have begun, otherwise Yu Jiefei would not have sent a letter to Fuyan Mountain that seemed to be polite and complaining between the lines through the relationship between the west winds of Shulou.

On the one hand, the letter said that the inkstone master taught Yuanhuang very well, and the way of reality has been practically applied to the Hanhai primeval forest, and in order to send troops to exterminate the thief Kou Qingtian Twelvefold as a reward, he invited the skin drum of the former Sanxuanyin family to protect the imperial city as a guest, and has opened the holy water source hidden in the primeval forest, and this is the condition in exchange for the submission of the nomads who often disturb the border pass. On the other hand, he said that the casting of the thirty-six knocking soul bells was not smooth, because of the dragon's qi incident, which attracted a group of Deng Jiuwu and a number of other people who avenged the Geography Division, and attacked the imperial city when the emperor sent troops.

"Huh."

Du Fanglin ignored it. Can there be a way to force out the hidden people in Shulou Longsu, retreat Deng Jiuwu and the others with a mere incomplete twenty-four soul knocking bells, and can use a knife to kill the queen mother to relieve his disciple's last life crisis - this seems to be an easy action, saying that Yu Jiefei has no way to deal with Deng Jiuwu and others, and can only deceive the evil spirits.

In addition to this, there was another letter that was sent to Fuyan Mountain. The letter came from Linghu Shenyi, the master swordsmith of the mysterious organization in the Northern Regions, who found Shower Yusheng out of nowhere and handed it over to Du Fanglin. The wording of the letter was simple and a little polite, probably because the north corner had already publicized the news of the traitorous astrological master's geography department, and he smelled an unusual breath in Jufeng, who had been tracking down a bloody case a hundred years ago, so he wrote to ask the owner of the Spring and Autumn Yan who intervened in this matter, and he knew who was the person who caused the horrific bloody case in order to rob Lan Ruojing.

That person, of course, is a reclusive master who has become a Geography Division, and I heard that he has completely fallen into madness.

Revealing the answer directly is too boring.

Du Fanglin's reply was to send someone to forward the letter to the Ten Mile Shrine outside the Imperial City in the northern corner.

The owner of the shrine, the six ugly wasters, thus established a connection with Fuyan Mountain, and one of the two peach blossoms sent by the blue bird was given to this strange man under the tree.

"The sky is about to change."

Du Fanglin stood on the top of Fuyan Mountain, the shadow behind him was distorted for a moment, and the voice of the evil spirit dust six dreams came from the darkness in a low voice: "You have been moving frequently recently. ”

"You've been coming and going here a lot lately, so be careful of causing trouble."

"When have you ever been afraid of trouble?" The black shadow proudly asked, "You want to join the WTO?" ”

"I'm alive."

"Didn't you say that destiny had not yet arrived?"

"It's just the right time." On Fuyan Mountain, you can feel the second vibration from afar, and the star belonging to the West Buddha country is lit up again, thinking that the Buddha has passed and the Buddha has returned, and this vibration is a symbol that the rebellion of the two Buddhas has been lifted.

Shulou Longsu moved so fast, probably after turning the Heavenly Palace upside down, he finally unlocked the secret. One of the two Buddhas was hidden in the North Corner Arena, which was originally something left by the Holy Trace, but the two joined forces to pick peaches.

"Maybe then, I'll need your help." Du Fanglin knocked the folding fan into his palm and slowly turned around.

Isolated from the space on the top of the mountain, in the darkness of the shadows, there was a faint white figure sitting with a thin posture holding a stove in his arms: "That's good, you owe the evil spirit." I have to think about how I want you to pay it back. ”

"Huh."

Du Fanglin folded his fan: "It's up to you." ”

Sunset and stargazing.

The spirit of Fuyan Mountain has never returned, and suddenly the earth is easier one day, and the peach blossoms in the mountains are all gone. The leaves have not yet grown, they have withered with the petals, and the bare branches seem to be ominous.

A demonic aura descended from the black hole of the sky along with the glow of evil fire that lit up the night sky. Looking at the fire cloud from the top of the mountain, that direction is one of the wonders of heaven and earth, the yin and yang sun and moon dusk. The former Northern Regions human evil has finally completed its mission, and the Buddha-swallowing boy who had been introduced to the Buddha's Gate returned to the world and started another bloody tribulation. The Flame Demon City, which came from another world and had almost destroyed the Dao Realm, successfully descended, and the blazing demonic fire spread along the city to the four fields.

This flame contains a demon soul, which cannot be destroyed but can only be transferred, and the place where it goes, thousands of miles of scorched earth!

Let the land of the Bitter Realm fall into the nightmare of the next ten years, and let the righteous people almost wither and die miserably, the rebellion of the Xenomorphic Demon Realm has begun.

When the peach blossoms fell, Du Fanglin was no longer in Fuyan Mountain.

He was in the yin and yang sun and moon dusk that had been completely covered by the dark night, stepping into a red blood fire, holding a folding fan in the air and turning into a simple and elegant long sword, pointing straight at the majestic and sinister Flame Demon City in front of him!