"Urle-Etu...... Who is it?"

This voice is a little unfamiliar.

Tian Yu was stunned at first, and when he reacted, there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and he raised his head, and sure enough, he saw the young man who was "nothing", squatting beside him, slowly wiping his cheeks.

"You're not dead yet?"

Tian Yu's voice was a little astringent, he looked at Ning Yi in amazement, he didn't realize that this thin guy had such a strong physique, Ning Yi's upper body robe was torn in the snowspout, a strip of cloth was tied around his waist, and his shoulders, chest, waist and abdomen were naked, showing no more or no less muscles.

The skin on this man's body was glowing with a faint golden brilliance, just like the "Elephant of the Holy Buddha" in the mouths of those in the south, like a god, perhaps the scene of a person fighting a snowspout alone was too shocking, giving Tian Yu a psychological hint, and now he looked at Ning Yi again, at a glance, he was not an ordinary man, and he didn't know how he was "obsessed" at that time, and he looked down on this fierce man who was descended from the gods.

Tian Yu Nene rubbed his head, he realized that his words were inappropriate, and after reacting, the man's expression became serious, respectfully supported the ground with both hands, knocked the wet soil with his forehead, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for saving your life!"

Ning Yi was startled by the sudden kowtow, he walked out of the frenzy of the snowspout transit, and Shen Nian easily found this place, for him...... What kind of life-saving grace is this?

These "strangers" have helped themselves, and they have repaid them.

In this world, the depth of the rivers and lakes, the good and evil of the human heart, these two things are impossible to explore.

Surviving in Xiling and walking in the Demon Domain, from childhood to adulthood, Ning Yi has always speculated on others with the greatest malice, but only this time...... In a comatose situation, a "good Samaritan" was encountered.

He followed the team silently for several days, and found that these young people only expressed "rejection" to themselves, and they were outsiders who took up a lot of resources, and it was natural for them to have this reaction.

Even if they expelled themselves from the team, Ning Yi didn't feel any surprises.

However, this group of young people, scolding and scolding along the way, did not have any "well-wishers", on a dark and windy snowy night in the moon, they disemboweled themselves while they were "asleep", and then threw them out of the team.

Ning Yi was silent for a moment, and in his afterglow, he caught a glimpse of a large number of figures, these people were originally standing in the lower reaches of the river, some young women, several injured young men, and dozens of children, after Tian Yu knelt down, they all knelt down, their hands against the wet soil, their foreheads knocked on the ground, making a dull sound that was neither light nor heavy.

In the silence, he saw the tears in the corners of the women's eyes, this sudden attack of natural disasters can actually take the lives of everyone here...... Because of his presence, these people survived.

Ning Yi exhaled lightly, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

Among the kneeling figures, only the "prophet" did not kowtow, but gently put a hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

This is the etiquette of the "Great Sui".

Ning Yi's expression was solemn, the old man had picked himself up after the snow tornado crossed, he returned the salute with this etiquette, took the language of Zhongzhou, and asked softly: "Mr. was born in Dasui?"

Tian Yu and Gao Hua couldn't understand the conversation between the two.

Most people are a little confused, this is not an ancient grassland language.

This "stranger", not a steppe man?

The river is silent.

The old man shook his head.

The prophet said softly: "I grew up in the Heavenly God Plateau since I was a child, and I have been more than 100 years, but when I was a child, I met a 'saint' of the Great Sui, who drove the sword and walked with a fairy wind and bones, and that gentleman claimed to be a 'scattered immortal' who traveled the world, taught me to know the words of the Great Sui, and also taught me some truths, stayed for half a year, and then continued to travel, and never met again." ”

Ning Yi was a little moved.

He suddenly thought of Mr. Zhao Rui, the "Dongyanzi Travels" left behind, between the lines, once mentioned the title of "scattered immortals", but it involved all kinds of deeds on the Tianshen Plateau, and did not mention the story of him teaching people to read.

His mind moved, and he asked tentatively, "Why did you save me......

The old man's expression was a little reminiscing, he shook his head with a smile, and said: "I think you have a good face, although you have a murderous aura on your body, but you don't look like a big demon in the north. ”

Ning Yi smiled, no longer asked for details, and did not mention that his teacher was Zhao Rui...... It is not easy for mortals to live for more than 100 years, and this old man has also learned the divination skills of the Great Sui, but his memory is probably blurred, and even if he really mentions it, he can't remember the appearance of his teacher.

The next time is for the group to pack their luggage and gather resources, and Tian Yu and Gao Hua go hunting some game.

Ning Yi and the prophet boarded the carriage.

......

......

"Urle-Etu was the ruler of the steppe two thousand years ago, and the only ruler for two thousand years. ”

The old man sat in the carriage, and after making sure that the formation secret pattern had been activated and no one could hear the sound here, he went straight to the point, he looked at Ning Yi with a smile, his eyes were peaceful.

He didn't know how this young man from the Great Sui had crossed that moat to get here, but he knew what Ning Yi was curious about.

Ning Yi wasn't worried about someone eavesdropping, his divine mind had already probed this square circle clearly.

He clenched his hands into fists, rested them lightly on his knees, and said seriously: "Please also explain in detail Mr." ”

The old man said slowly: "Two thousand years ago, the kings of the grassland were still fighting, because of the bloodline...... Divided into two camps, some people firmly believe that although they are burdened with the blood of the demon clan, they are born as human beings and do not need to spend a lot of time enlightening the spirit, and the grassland should follow the steps of the Great Sui Dynasty. There are also people who believe that we can exert extraordinary natural power and have extraordinary 'wildness' thanks to the blood of the demon race, and human beings are despicable and cunning, not gullible, and should stand in the camp of the demon race. ”

"At that time, the war between the two worlds was at its most intense. ”

"Until a man shows up...... Urle-Etu. ”

"He conquered everyone with great force and charisma, unified the steppe, and divided his followers into eight surnames according to the different bloodlines of the time...... White wolf, golden deer, black lion, snow vulture, clouded leopard, silver bear, fire fox, green python. The old man paused and said, "Until now, these eight surnames still rule this grassland, and they are divided in various places according to the system formulated by 'Urle-Etu'. ”

"Urle is considered to be the 'true god' of God. The old man smiled: "He led this grassland north, defeated the demon clan, and signed a peace agreement with the Great Sui. This grassland ushered in a period of peace...... Because of him, it is called the 'Tenjin Plateau' and also known as the 'Urle Plateau'. ”

Ning Yi was a little stunned.

Speaking of which, in his heart, he actually already has some conjectures.

The powerful hunting of the Great Sui will never mention the second title...... In Ning Yi's ears, Urle is an extremely unfamiliar name, he has read a lot of ancient history of the Great Sui in the Tiandu library, but history is written by the victors, and Ning Yi will never see the name of a "loser".

Someone erased "Urle-Etu", along with the second name of the steppe.

The Hongshan area is guarded by the officials of the three divisions, even if the three princes hunt, they must not step out of the safety line, and the eight surnames of the vast grassland are regarded as hopelessly barbaric, and there will be no opportunity for the cultivators of the Great Sui to have contact with them...... So the story that happened on this grassland was stopped by the battle line built by the Great Sui.

and erased this piece of history...... It is the time period that belongs to the "Lionheart".

Two thousand years ago, no one knew what the Lionheart King of the North had gone through to win the final battle, but it can be seen from the bones buried in the Red Mountain that this battle must be extremely tragic against the southward movement of the demon clan.

After beheading the "Eastern Emperor" from the north, King Lionheart returned triumphantly and ascended the throne in Tiandu, but before the northern city could be replaced with a new flag, a huge rebellion began.

It is said that at the beginning of the war, no one in the imperial city was willing to send reinforcements.

And the Lionheart King won that battle stubbornly, not only defending the lonely city, but also chasing thousands of miles, and beheading the co-owner of the demon clan in the "Heavenly God Plateau"!

The "divine crystal" in the body let out a mournful tremble.

Ning Yi closed his eyes and did not reject the picture transmitted by the divine crystal.

The vast grassland, the frost of all kinds, and the thousands of creatures, galloping with the iron horse, the mighty screams, and the flying lionheart banner.

Blood and breath surged.

The "Lionheart King" who fought against the water in a desperate situation, the generals next to him lined up, followed by white wolves, golden deer, black lions, snow vultures, clouded leopards, silver bears, fire foxes, green pythons, and the creatures of the entire grassland followed the majestic figure of this god.

The prophet's voice was a little lonely.

"After winning that battle, Urle-Etu left the steppe...... Never came back. ”

"Some say he's dead. ”

The old man's voice was a little excited, and he couldn't help but clench his fists, and his bones made a continuous crunching sound, he looked at Ning Yi and asked loudly.

"But how can the true God die?"

The Prophet pursed his lips and muttered, "He was only leaving temporarily...... Nothing more. ”

The old man realized his gaffe, he wiped his cheeks with his palm, and said bitterly: "The wind and sand are a little big-"

The young man's voice rang out in the carriage.

"Urle is not dead. ”

Ning Yi closed his eyes, and in his mind was the picture of the grassland trembling.

He said softly.

"Tenjin...... How can you die?"