A picture sketched with a few strokes seems to hide a big secret.

The second picture records the 700 years of dusty years in the Yin Yang Valley.

The skinned bloody man didn't die, he stubbornly survived. I endure the torment of being sealed every day, and the slightest movement of my body is a heart-wrenching pain.

So, he stopped moving.

He began to practice martial arts and study the mysteries of life......

For a full seven hundred years, he did not cultivate powerful powers, but he created various magical secret methods and embarked on a different path of martial arts.

First ...... He separated his flesh and turned into a raven, tearing his soul into the raven.

The crow escaped from the Yinyang Valley along the broken seal of the Yinyang Valley and fell on a mountain.

Later, the crow was rescued by an Orion named Qiu Dali.

Seven hundred years of darkness.

Seven hundred years of descent.

He could finally see the light of day again, even though his soul was broken and his body was a crow. But he could finally open his eyes and take a look at the sky.

In order to repay the favor, he became the martial spirit of that Orion.

In just a few years, that Orion named Qiu Dali has become one of the few powerhouses in the Eastern Spirit Realm.

It's a pity that when a person opens the floodgates of desire, it can never be closed.

He underestimated Qiu Dali's desires, and also underestimated the inflated ambition of a hunter after enjoying the world's popularity. In the end, Qiu Dali set his sights on the Yin Yang Valley.

Qiu Dali wants to get the complete blood man, and the complete soul of the blood man.

Then, Qiu Dali will be even stronger......

In desperation, in a battle with Qiu Dali, the crow that became a martial spirit finally showed its fearsome power and attracted the attention of the 'Xuanyuan family'.

A full decade......

Under his maneuvering, Xuanyuan Changge and Qiu Dali finally died together!

Of course, the crow, which is a martial spirit, is also annihilated.

In the silent palace, Lin Huang looked at the things recorded in the picture, and smiled slightly in his heart, what was recorded here was very different from what he remembered.

Then Lin Huang continued to look at it.

Although Qiu Dali died, the Blood Spirit Hall secretly preserved part of its strength. After several turbulences, every time the Yin Yang Valley appeared, the blood people in the valley would strip off part of their own strength and walk in the Eastern Spirit Realm in a different way.

It's just that he was defeated a thousand years ago.

A thousand years later, how can he compete against the Xuanyuan family, who are admired by the Eastern Spirit Realm?

When sunlight cannot dispel the gloom, then there is only darkness that can awaken the world. Even if he stands on the opposite side of the world and becomes an existence that everyone spurns and hates, he will not hesitate!

Because, he is the real Xuanyuan clansman!

Although tens of millions of people have gone to me.

So in the later after...... The Blood Spirit Hall has completely become a nightmare in the Eastern Spirit Realm, passing on the two kings of yin and yang and the four blood marquis from generation to generation.

Do not talk to the ignorant world about what is the righteousness of heaven and earth, and only save the world in your own way with an evil and ugly face.

When he saw this, Lin Huang had already roughly understood.

The so-called evil king in the Yin Yang Valley is the blood man, and he is the real Xuanyuan clan.

And thousands of years ago, Xuanyuan Zheng, who walked out of the Yin Yang Valley, was just an evil king dressed in someone else's skin. The Evil King bears the reputation of the Xuanyuan family and has been passed down from generation to generation.

As for Xuanyuan Tibing and Lu Han, they are both members of the evil royal clan.

No wonder......

It's no wonder that in the passage that was just dark, when those eyes saw Lu Han for the first time, they exclaimed that the latter was from the evil royal clan.

After entering this hall, the old woman holding the locust wood, the middle-aged demon monk, and the bewitching beauty in red all stared at Lu Han and questioned loudly.

In the main hall, Lu Han also stared at the murals, looking at them one by one, but his expression was calm, not happy or sad.

It seems that the content of the picture has nothing to do with him.

"Lord Xuanyuan, you've finished reading the content on the mural, isn't there anything to explain now?"

In the main hall, the bewitching monk spoke again, his voice was charitable, but he was obviously questioning Lu Han.

"Explain?"

Lu Han raised his eyebrows, and his calm gaze suddenly sharpened, like a sharp sword, "Why do you want Ben Hou to explain to you? Whether my Xuanyuan family is true or not, you can judge it?"

"Tut-tut...... Boy, don't you want to explain, or don't you know how?"

The old woman with a locust cane spoke, her voice surprisingly hoarse and gloomy. The sunken eyes were like two turquoise lanterns, staring at Lu Han faintly.

The smile on Lu Han's face became extremely cold, "The Xuanyuan family has been established for thousands of years, and it never needs to explain anything to anyone!"

"Since you can't explain it, then don't blame the poor monk for being polite...... Amitabha!"

The demon monk recited Amitabha, his hands were folded, and a strange charity appeared on his face, "When the poor monk entered the Yin Yang Valley, he violated the Dharma by holding a butcher's knife, but the poor monk did not regret it." Since the donor is an evil king, the poor monk has to use thunderbolt means to pay tribute to the real Xuanyuan people with the blood of the donor!"

After the demon monk finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, but a terrifying aura erupted violently around his body, and he crushed towards Lu Han.

Then, ten relics flew around the demon monk, blooming with a vast golden light.

"The poor monk has been sitting in meditation for more than 40 years, and has walked three million miles of red dust and cultivated ten dzis!"

As he spoke, the demon monk suddenly opened his eyes, and his voice vibrated in everyone's ears like a bell, "Please also ask Lord Xuanyuan to teach him!"

Before the words fell, a dzi around the demon monk suddenly exploded, and a golden immovable king hidden in the dzi stepped towards Lu Han.

With one kick, you will turn Lu Han into a crossing!

Sonor!

King Fudo didn't take three steps forward, and a shrill sound suddenly sounded in the hall. Where everyone stared, they saw that the golden King of Fudo Ming actually exploded.

In the main hall, Lu Han held the Axiu golden spear, wiped the dust off the head of the spear with one hand, and smiled coldly, "Under the golden spear of the Xuanyuan clan, it is useless for you to cultivate a hundred dzi......s! You have the Martial Marquis Eight Heavens!"

"Donor...... You're presumptuous!"

The demon monk's eyes were slightly condensed, and his voice was still peaceful, but it was murderous, "Destroying the statue of the King of the Ming Dynasty is a blasphemy of the Buddha." The benefactor should be completely transformed by the poor monk!"

As the demon monk's words fell, the nine heavenly beads around him burst out together, turning into nine identical immovable kings.

The main hall was suddenly overwhelmed by the vastness of Buddhism.

Lu Han glanced up at the demon monk, but he shook his head relaxedly, and finally pursed his lips and smiled, "Old bald donkey......"

Before Lu Han's words fell, the Axiu golden gun in his hand suddenly burst into cold light. One person and one gun suddenly flashed away in the hall like a rainbow through the sun.

When Lu Han's voice fell, his figure also appeared in the previous position.

Bang bang......

In the blink of an eye, the statues of the Immovable Ming King around the demon monk exploded one after another. The vast Dharma receded like a tidal tide and disappeared in an instant.

The demon monk stood in place with a dull expression, his eyes full of disbelief.

“...... You, how is that possible?"

The demon monk muttered, a young man who was no more than twenty years old, had destroyed his ten dzi so easily.

"The evil king clansman is really powerful, and the poor monk has seen it!"

After the demon monk was shocked, he smiled calmly and regained the composure of the Buddhist monk, and then turned his head to look at the two people behind him, and said with a smile:

"Mother-in-law Huaixin, Hongye Ji, please also ask the two poor monks to help the poor to eliminate the demons and cross the world!"