The old man said that once in this place, there was a kingdom of light. Because the writing and language used are no longer verifiable, the name of the kingdom is still unknown. And with the advent of this catastrophe, the kingdom that had just stepped onto the stage of history also completely disappeared.

The history of the kingdom originated in the year 329 BC, in the slave camp of the alien race, a brave practitioner led his people to resist the oppression of the alien race, and finally escaped from the territory of the alien race with all his efforts, and established his own kingdom in this place.

The process of establishing the kingdom was tortuous, and the warrior, as the king, fought many battles against the alien races who came to provoke him, and finally died in office because he had exhausted all his life.

And it was his ten-year-old son who took over the throne of the king.

The second king was also shrewd, taking advantage of the terrain and natural dangers, and finally won a great victory in the struggle against the aliens, and the aliens began to recuperate, and no longer dared to come to the territory of the kingdom to invade easily.

Taking advantage of this time, the second king began to build the royal city.

The ancient city that people see today was created by this king. Relying on the clansmen and most of the cultivators, they took local materials, carved stones from the nearby mountains and transported them back to the royal city one by one, and laid the first foundation with their own hands.

Within five years, the royal city was thus completed.

In order to show the importance he attached to spiritual practice, the king built a monastery in the royal city and built an eighteen-story tower for the retreat of great practitioners. Many cultivators came here and gathered in the royal city, and the weather in the country was improving day by day.

At this time, the cultivation of the alien race was over, the border was about to move, and the second king had no fear when facing the alien race, and was ready to fight to the death with it and besiege their homeland. But the problem is that the ministers say that the country has no prince, and the foundation is easily shaken.

He understood what the minister meant, so he chose the most beautiful woman among the minister's daughters to be his wife, taking advantage of the fact that the alien race had not yet been dispatched on a large scale. It didn't take long for the queen to give birth to a healthy baby under the conditioning and support of the court pharmacist.

This is the crown prince of the kingdom.

This battle with the aliens lasted for twenty years, and the king also held out with the warriors at the border for twenty years. In the past 20 years, he has never returned to the royal city, and his food and accommodation are the same as those of soldiers, and the entire royal city has been handed over to the care of his confidants.

Fortunately, most of the country's ministers have been assisting the king in establishing the country since the founding of the country, no one will cheat, no one will be corrupt, the country is stable and harmonious, as long as the last line of defense is guarded, the whole kingdom is their happy land.

However, the unforeseen circumstances and the battlefield changed rapidly, and the king was finally assassinated in the military camp by foreign assassins in the twenty-first year at the age of thirty-six.

The third king was succeeded by the only son of the previous king, a handsome and dashing twenty-year-old young man, who sat on the throne with the support of everyone, and began to lead his subjects to resist foreign invasion and maintain peace in the country.

But the previous king, though shrewd and capable, had no experience in educating future generations. In the past 20 years, he has never returned home, and his children have not seen their father since they were born, and they can only be accompanied by their mother when they study all day.

His mother told him that his father was a hero of the world, and that the stability of the whole country could only be maintained through his father's efforts.

But he never felt that he only knew that all things were handled by the ministers, and all the subjects were cultivating and producing by themselves, even if there was no king, everything seemed to be normal and orderly, and the only thing the country needed to worry about was the invasion of foreign races.

Therefore, in such an environment, the third king had already developed the notion that the king was not important before he was registered, and his dependence on ministers was extremely serious. Some of the ministers began to exhort the king to make great efforts, but he was not swayed in the slightest.

Later, these exhorted ministers were ignored one after another, the king no longer summoned, the court did not need to attend, as long as they did their own work, and the remaining ministers, as if they saw through the king's mind, began to provide endless pleasure for the king, and set aside the king's rights.

The highest of these was the Minister of Taxation, who married his young and beautiful daughter to the king, and at all times unconditionally supported any idea of the king, and in this way won the king's trust and kept the treasury his own.

The chief of taxation skipped the diligent prime minister and directly imposed harsh taxes, which caused the whole country to complain, and many of the concerts were directly stopped by those who flattered them, and were not put on the king's table at all, and those loyal ministers who got the news were helpless because they could not go to court.

Gradually, there was a mood of revolt within the country, and it intensified.

Finally, after a border battle, the general who had fought side by side with the previous king heard all kinds of rumors about the royal city after driving away another invasion of foreign races, and couldn't help but be angry, and rushed to the royal city alone, and rushed into the palace without sleep for three days and three nights.

Seeing the arrival of the general, the king was holding a beautiful maid in his arms, and the flattering ministers next to him were also caught off guard.

The general stood directly in the hall with blood on his body, and more than a dozen traitorous ministers were on the side of the Qing monarch, which made the king recognize the current situation of the country, re-enable loyal ministers, and began to prepare to revive the country's prestige. But for his father-in-law, his confidant, the chief of taxation, he had to deal with it.

According to the audience of the general and other loyal ministers, he had to be pressured to sentence the tax collector to death.

When the news reached the harem, the queen almost fainted when she heard about it, and with their child in her arms, she stood on the top floor of the palace and forced him to die, so that he could take back his life. However, how can an order issued under national pressure be withdrawn?

The king was entangled, but the queen hugged the prince and fell downstairs, and finally the mother and son died on the spot because of their injuries.

The king mourned for this country, and the whole person began to be depressed.

But to the great delight of all his subjects, after this incident, the king began to take charge of the government himself, and began to appoint virtuous people from the suffering of the people and the situation at the borders, and continued to attract foreign talents and practitioners to join the power of the state.

It didn't take long for the overall strength of the kingdom to soar, the border wars were won repeatedly with the help of cultivators, and the lives of the people within the country improved.

But none of them knew what kind of pain lurked in the king's heart. And this pain, in the constant work and the toil of the night and day, gradually took root, germinated, and gradually grew into a thorn that filled the king's heart.

As he grew older and the situation at the border became more severe, the pressure on the state became more and more serious. He was torn between seeking death and protecting his people, unable to find any balance, and his aging body began to stop supporting him to continue.

The general's death became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

When the king finally collapsed, exhausted by the military and government, and had no heirs, his subjects still wrote to the king asking him to make a prince as soon as possible.

The king's life was filled with all sorts of trivialities, and he was alone in search of relief, with no way out, and all around him was palpitating darkness. He couldn't sleep at night, couldn't concentrate during the day, and even his reproductive abilities began to deteriorate.

At this time, a cultivator from afar came to the king and offered him a good solution to the border problem.

The king was skeptical of the bloody method, but after the practitioner killed a slave and fed the heart of the slave to a practitioner, the strength of the practitioner suddenly skyrocketed, almost reaching the top level in the country.

This made the king's heart pound.

If we don't find a way to solve it, I'm afraid that it won't be long before the aliens break through the defense line and drive straight in, and then the whole country will become what it was three generations ago.

Should all the people become slaves of the alien race, all the toil and efforts have been in vain, and their grandfather and father, as well as all their efforts over the years, have become overseers of increasing the breeding of alien captive humans, should they watch the country perish like this?

The king finally made up his mind to use this method to greatly increase the strength of the country. Even if it is bloody, even if it is attacked by 10,000 people? For the sake of the survival of the country, for the sake of survival and the future, the king tried his best to worship the original cultivators as high priests.

And so a brutal and bloody slaughter began to spread throughout the empire.

The people the king chose to attack were all officials and their descendants who had requested the disposal of the tax chief, turning the entire royal city into a sea of blood and the ashram into a slaughterhouse. One by one, the living beings were slaughtered and eaten on the spot, and the cultivators who ate the flesh and blood also began to become animalistic, and their strength skyrocketed.

Even if the whole country was opposed, even if his loyal and helpful old ruler of the three dynasties was killed in front of him, even if he had great grief in his heart, he still persevered.

And it was with the strength of these cultivators that the kingdom fought back the entire attack of the alien race, and even directly penetrated the interior of the alien race, captured their tribal leader as a prisoner, stripped off his limbs, and imprisoned him in a secret prison underground in the east of the royal city.

The name of this prison is Dongfang.

However, the king's health continued to grow old and weakened, and after the peace of the country, he had to face a cruel truth.

That is, he still has no heirs, and after a hundred years, his own country, the country that he has paid so much to keep, will eventually be handed over to an outsider. And he knew that just inside and outside the palace, many people began to covet his status.

He couldn't bear it, he didn't want to put his inheritance in the hands of others.

And at this time, the high priest began to come up with a theory of immortality like him.

Immortality is something that no dynasty or emperor can resist, even if they know that immortality is unattainable, and may even be punished by heaven, they still have no hesitation to support those people and seek an opportunity for immortality for themselves.

Of course, the aging king is no exception.

With the king's approval, the high priest began to attack the people in the royal city.

Starting from those who calculated the throne behind their backs, to the common people living in the city, the high priest used these people as experiments to carry out his inhumane experiments, wanting to use his own special methods to transfer human lives to other people.

The cultivators created by this method invariably turned into humanoid beasts that had lost their minds and only knew how to kill, and were secretly imprisoned in the dungeon of the East Room by the high priest and the king.

As time passed, year after year, the high priest's research continued, and various symbols were painted on the pagoda to aid their means. The High Priest and his disciples slaughtered humans in the meditation tower day and night, and then fed the flesh and blood to the practitioners who heard the news.

Gradually, the king felt that his life was coming to an end, and before he knew it, the entire royal city seemed to become a dead city. There were no ministers or guards in the palace, there were no merchants or inhabitants in the streets of the royal city, all life around him was gone, and the life of the king was gradually dimming.

The king gradually had a crazy idea, why couldn't he become another life? If he is called a beast, he will also be the king of beasts, and will rule the entire underground world, and those underground monsters who wail in the middle of the night in the royal city will also become his subjects.

His kingdom will endure forever.

The high priest fulfilled the king's wish, slaughtered his subjects, cut out their hearts and fed them to the aged king, and watched as the king turned into a ferocious beast and cast into the dungeon of the east room. Watch as the king turns into an old beast being eaten alive by other beasts.

Eventually, the king's life eventually dissipated with his dreams.

The disciple of the high priest, in the dungeon of the east room, raised his face, with the fierceness and blood in his eyes, and looked at his former teacher, not realizing that his current fate was all made by his own teacher.

And the high priest, who used up all the people in the entire royal city, still didn't find the way to immortality after all, turned around and left, sealed the entire Dongfang dungeon underground, and let all the fierce beasts fend for themselves, and he himself disappeared into the boundless mountains and forests.

Wei Qingxuan was tied to the ground like this, and listened to the old man's story.

He didn't know where the old man's story came from, and he had even begun to complain in his heart, those people were obviously all dead, so how did you know these things?

The old man seemed to see Wei Qingxuan's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Do you think that the high priest is looking for the way of immortality, just to make people immortal?" Everyone in the world is good for longevity, but when they can't die, isn't it like living in hell on earth? ”

He stretched out a dry finger and pointed to his bony face: "See? I just want to die! ”

Wei Qingxuan was gagged, and he could only widen his eyes.

The old man rose from the stone pier, holding in his hand the leg bone of an unknown beast, almost the length of his chest, and he walked up and down the waterlogged stone slabs, as if he had not spoken to anyone for hundreds of years.

"It's hard to do research now! It's all about technology all over the world, and the cameras are all there, what do you tell me to do? The last time I was in retreat for hundreds of years, I even began to be lonely in my cultivation after I came out, but fortunately, the pharmacy produced a lot of poisons, but I stole them and tried none of them to poison me. ”

"I didn't expect me to be able to come back to this place, if I hadn't come here, I would have forgotten that there are still those things I imprisoned back then, how many years of research, I haven't figured it out, why life has been transferred, but the person who accepts it has become a monster?"

"Little doll, why do you say?" The old man suddenly turned his head and looked at Wei Qingxuan: "Hey, you can't speak yet." ”

As he spoke, the old man stretched out his dry hand, which even had a foul smell and rot, and when he pulled out the rag from Wei Qingxuan's mouth, he almost made him so sick that he wanted to vomit.

The old man smiled: "You are disgusting, I am just the sequelae of how many years of retreat without eating, and I am not a dead person, this piece of your mouth is the real dead man's cloth, the cloth left by those monsters who were locked up back then." ”

Wei Qingxuan's stomach churned for a while when he said it, but he was still frantically thinking about how to get out of danger.

He had just looked around, and he was locked up in a small room, rough and rough, with no one else. He had not heard anyone other than the old man. originally thought that after being arrested, he would be able to meet Mu Si and them, but he was still a little disappointed.

The old man didn't seem to notice Wei Qingxuan's careful thoughts, and asked again: "Little doll, why do you say?" Who will become monsters? ”

Wei Qingxuan pretended to be calm and said, "High Priest, you shouldn't ask me about this kind of thing. ”

"Who should I ask?"

"Entering the Tao with God." Wei Qingxuan said.

"Entering the Tao as a god?" The old man was furious: "You mean to let me go to Lingzun and ask for directions?" If I could find the Spirit Venerable, it would take me so many years to do it! ”

Wei Qingxuan looked at his appearance, probably not pretending, so he continued: "Although you know that in this world, only the Jade Shou Lingzun is left to enter the Dao with gods, but that was before your retreat, don't you know, now the Jade Shou Lingzun has accepted a disciple, whose name is An Xiaoyu, who is in the imperial capital, known as Shaozong." ”

The old man was a little stunned when he heard this.

He returned here hundreds of years ago to retreat, and it wasn't until the appearance of the Ancient City Research Group that he woke him up, and he returned to the event, and finally understood the current way of the world, and began to carefully reopen the experiment, to say more advanced information, he really didn't know.

Looking at Wei Qingxuan, the old man said suspiciously: "This is true." ”

Wei Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "As a prisoner, sooner or later I will be used by you for experiments, do I still need to lie?" ”

The old man laughed twice, then laughed louder and louder, turned and left.

Wei Qingxuan looked at the figure of the old man leaving and sneered twice.

The trick of sending the disaster to An Xiaoyu's knife is really tried and tested.