It was an unusually vast undertaking, and from day to night, and from night to day, the Yelang King watched from afar, and the great axe in his hand never waved.

We were a little tired from staying in the trees, so we ate and rested in batches, but King Yelang and the soldiers he brought with him never closed their eyes.

Until a huge opening was cut on both sides of the sacred tree, and only a little bit in the middle of the tree was connected, the tree still stood upright, and there was no intention of falling.

King Yelang kept everyone away from the sacred tree, and came to the sacred tree alone, raising the great axe.

The sharp blade of the axe slammed into the center of the sacred tree, and the massive trunk shuddered violently before slowly falling.

It fell backwards, like a man on his back, and as the heavy canopy and body of the tree smashed into the woods, there was a loud "click" of the trees being crushed, followed by a loud bang, and the earth shook violently, and the gravel and earth swept through the forest in an instant with the wind that the sacred tree brought with it down.

A few of us could barely breathe by covering our faces with our clothes.

I don't know if King Yelang was affected by the flying dust at this time, but I saw him turn around and wave to the people behind him.

Immediately afterward, the Black King was dragged out of the queue. He was filthy and had a lot of oil on his face, but I recognized him as the Black King at a glance.

When I first met him, his tone and expression gave me a very warm feeling, but now he has a fierce light in his eyes and a silly smile on his face, and I feel as if he is immersed in some kind of illusion, just like we are now.

The Black King was dragged in front of the Yelang King, and the two rattan armor soldiers pressed him to the ground with their hands, and he didn't struggle at all, still smiling silly.

The Yelang King crouched down, looking for something in the Black King. I couldn't see his expression, but judging by his faster and faster movements, he seemed to be getting anxious.

"Where's the white guts?" At this point, King Yelang didn't know if he was asking himself or the Black King, and as he spoke, the two vine armor soldiers turned the Black King over.

King Yelang groped again in a hurry, but still did not find the white gall.

He couldn't have found it, the half of the Yang in Linglong's gall had already been taken away.

At this time, the Yelang King tore open the animal skin on the Black King's body, and the left chest embedded in Linglong Guts was exposed. Earlier, after the Black King stabbed Linglong Gall into his chest, the wound on his chest healed immediately, and there was no way to see that there was something embedded in his flesh. But now, the entire left chest of the Black King has turned black, and the place where the delicate gall pierces is the darkest color, forming a small black dot.

Yelang Wang stood up and beckoned to the crowd: "Utuo, Uto!" ”

His voice still sounded ethereal, but I could still hear the panic in it. Even when it was said that Yoro would die because of the death of the sacred tree, King Yoro was just helpless and did not panic as much as he did now.

Soon, Uto squeezed out of the crowd.

King Yelang immediately said to him, "Burn the roots!" ”

At that time, the trunk of the fallen sacred tree was completely dead, and I could not feel a trace of resentment in the thick tree. But the roots of the tree are still alive, and the resentment and anger that emanates from there have not abated.

Uto looked at the huge wooden stake on the ground from afar, looking a little hesitant, until the Yelang King urged him, "Hurry up!" ”

Uto rushed to the stake like a gust of wind, took out a metal bottle from his bosom, and sprinkled the pale yellow powder inside on the fractured surface of the stake.

I've used this kind of powder before, but I didn't expect Uto to have it on him.

The powder seemed to burn violently after a brief exposure to the air, and sparks instantly rose from the stake, and Uto scattered more powder on the roots of the sacred tree, and the fire immediately grew larger, eventually engulfing the entire stump.

Uto's pants were also ignited by the sudden fire, and he hurriedly stepped back to extinguish the fire on his trouser legs.

Under the scorching fire, there was a "crackling" sound on the stump, which alarmed the Black King, and he raised his head to look at the fire in front of him, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

King Yelang immediately beckoned to the soldiers behind him: "Come more, a few people, hold him down!" ”

Just as seven or eight vine armor soldiers walked out of the queue and just pressed the black king's hands and feet, the black king suddenly struggled like crazy, his eyes staring straight at the fire in front of him, and he kept twisting his body, as if he wanted to break free from the shackles of the vine armor soldiers and throw himself into the raging fire.

There were nine men holding him down, but the Black King was still free, and he struggled to get up from the ground and rushed into the fire.

Utuo dodged behind the Black King, and stabbed a long nail longer than the Black King's forearm into the Black King's back, and the Black King's body softened at that time, and he fell heavily to the ground, but his eyes were still looking at the flames.

The Yelang King was afraid that the Black King would suddenly regain his strength, and let people drag him back.

As the fire grew stronger, there was a piercing "squeak" sound from the ground, which sounded like the noise of metal being squeezed by a huge force.

Du Kang sighed and said to himself, "It's mourning." ”

The fire ignited by Uto lasted for a long time, both the stumps on the ground and the roots in the ground seemed to have been completely burned, and a huge pit collapsed in the place where the sacred tree grew, and I could feel the heat coming from the ground while sitting on the branch, and we were at least ten meters away from the sacred tree.

King Yelang stood silently beside the Black King, as if waiting for something.

At night, the wind suddenly picked up in the forest, blowing away the dust and mist above the forest and causing the temperature of the ground to drop rapidly.

The moon in the night sky was originally bright, but after the wind rose, a dark cloud drifted from the sky gradually obscured the moon's brilliance.

When the moonlight was completely obscured, there was a slight jolt from the ground, and I sat on the branch and could feel the tree shake violently a few times.

A few seconds later, a bright red light sped out from where the sacred tree had stood, and flew towards the Black King.

This is what the Yelang King has been waiting for, and as soon as it appears, the Yelang King immediately swings his great axe and slams it firmly on the point of light.

There was a sharp metal crash, then a muffled "poof", and a red-hot coals fell heavily to the ground, and the Black King struggled again, his mouth growing, as if to swallow the coal.

Uto immediately stepped forward and stabbed the spike into the Black King's back again, and the Black King's body softened.

After this, the Yelang King began to wait for a long time, and the coals of fire fell there, and after a long time there was no sign of extinguishing.

After about half an hour, the clouds and the moon were finally seen in the night dome, and the people behind the Yelang Dynasty beckoned: "Please artifact!" ”

Soon someone approached with a bronze box, and the Yelang King took it, held it above his head, and let the moonlight shine on the top of the box, chanting incantations I didn't understand.

This mantra still hasn't been translated into Chinese in my mind.

The moon seemed to get brighter as the Yelang King chanted the incantation, and I wasn't sure if it was my delusion.

At this time, King Yelang rolled the box in his arms with one hand, and freed up his other hand, carefully opened the lid of the box, and when he took out the contents of the box, I couldn't help but exclaim: "Fantian Yin!" ”

I will never admit that I am mistaken, the thing that Yelang King holds in his hand is the Fantian Seal.

Liang Houzai also said: "Fantianyin is indeed the jade of Yelang Country. ”

The second master, who hadn't spoken much in the past two days, also opened his golden mouth at this time: "It seems that the relationship between the soul village and Li Liang is not ordinarily deep. But I heard from your master in the past, wasn't the Fantian seal picked up by the ancestors of your Soul Village? ”

I nodded.

Indeed, in the ancient books of Jisoul Village, it is said that the Fantian seal was discovered by our ancestor Zhuang Junping in the generation of Zhong Nanshan, and I still clearly remember that the ancient books said that when the ancestor found it, "the fire covered the sky, and the first-class light descended from the dome and sank to the valley", and later the ancestor not only found the Fantian seal in that valley, but also found a wordless tablet.

At this time, the people of Yelang already used "Han people" to call the Central Plains people, indicating that it is now the Han Dynasty, and it will not be too far from the time when the ancestor discovered the Fantian seal.

King Yelang walked to the coals with the Fantian Seal, he squatted down and smashed the coals with the surface of the Fantian Seal, but his hand did not fall in the end, and when the Fantian Seal was still a few centimeters away from the coals, the Yelang King stopped.

He hesitated for a long time, but finally put Fantian Yin back in the box.

Liu Shangang asked himself a little puzzled: "Why did he stop?" ”

Du Kang said: "That stone is the national fortune of the Yelang country. If you hit it this time, Yerou will also die. This generation of Yelang King seems to be enlightened, but after all, he doesn't want to be the king of the dead country. ”

Seeing that King Yelang carefully closed the lid of the box, I couldn't help but feel a pity in my heart, if he had destroyed that coal, maybe the evil god here would not have appeared. But if I think about it, if I were him, I am afraid I wouldn't have the courage to do this.

King Yelang had the box taken away, and he spat out a mouthful of turbidity, and ordered the Black King to be thrown into a tree pit and immediately filled in the earth.

The Black King was buried alive on the spot, and I still couldn't see the expression of the Yelang King, but I saw that his body seemed to be trembling.

The vine armor soldier filled the pit with handfuls of earth, and in the depths of the tree pit, there was a roaring laughter of the Black King, and he did not speak, but kept laughing. Later, presumably because the soil gagged his mouth, his laughter disappeared.

King Yelang picked up the coals from the ground, threw them into the pit of trees, and filled the entire pit with soil with the soldiers.

After the tree pit was filled, King Yelang walked to Utuo's side and said to Utuo: "What happened in Dazhai is all the curse of the mountain demon, and this curse will be passed on, and every generation of King Yelang will bear this curse." ”

Uto looked at King Yelang with incredible eyes, but soon, he seemed to understand the meaning of King Yelang's words and nodded seriously.

Liang Houzai frowned: "It turns out that the curse does not exist at all. ”

I smiled helplessly: "Your curse doesn't exist, but the curse on your body is real." ”

Liu Shangang asked us very suspiciously: "But why did King Yelang make up such a lie?" ”

Liang Houzai said: "In order to let the future generations of Yelang kings guard this place wholeheartedly. ”

Liu Shangang nodded first, and then said, "The matter of the mountain demon, is it also related to that Han man?" ”

Liang Houzai nodded, but I didn't speak. Even now, I can't figure out what that Han man is trying to do.